Laia

What up holmes

My back is pretty painful today. Probably it was too soon to go back to work. Still I have taken some painkillers and distracted myself by watching that programme where Louis Theroux meets the fundamentalist Christians. It was a bit scary! Still I do think it is a wonderful country where people are allowed to march around with signs saying ‘GOD HATES FAGS’, ‘THANK GOD FOR 9/11’, and picketing the funerals of soldiers killed in Iraq and calling them faggots. That is the mark of a truly tolerant society, and as repellent as the über-Baptists are, they are keeping us honest about things like free speech.

If this sort of ultra-right-wing religious crap was the prevailing view of society and government, I would sure want to be allowed to say different. In most countries and throughout most of human history, having radically different views to the rest of society could get you into serious trouble, to put it mildly. So it is kind of nice to think that we live in such enlightened and civilised times (at least in the US and Europe; try making a political protest in Burma, Zimbabwe or Saudi Arabia and see how far you get).

In other news, I saw that 8 Mile movie last night. It was quite good, in an extended music video kind of way. It is quite infectious though as I have been going around talking Ebonics to everyone and saying things like ‘dogg’ and ‘yo bitch ass’. I think I could be the new Eminem, as there seems to be a gap in the market for a fat middle-aged white Buddhist rapper from Finchley. I have already got some lyrics:


Yo, I came lookin’ for the Dharma
All yo’ givin’ me’s drama.

Well it needs work.

Hit that switch!

As missfrost and others have pointed out, it is TV-Turnoff Week! Despite some sneering from (television) journalists, I think it’s quite good to remind ourselves every so often that the world doesn’t revolve around telly.

As one of our foremost philosophers Bill Watterson has remarked:


We’re not really taught how to recreate constructively. We need to do more than find diversions; we need to restore and expand ourselves. Our idea of relaxing is all too often to plop down in front of the television set and let its pandering idiocy liquefy our brains. Shutting off the thought process is not rejuvenating; the mind is like a car battery— it recharges by running.

I love watching telly, but then I also love double chocolate muffins, and I know they’re bad for me. That doesn’t mean I can’t have them, just that I need to exercise a bit of self-control. It is surprising how if you ban yourself from watching TV for a day, you find all sorts of other intresting things to do. Why not try it and report your experiences on televisionfree?