Cool Cloudy but Good
What style of writing is appropriate for this? Third person omniscient? Or the 'opinion editorial', the questioning and clarifying, or the dictatorial?
Ralph Vaughan Williams as a young man. A bit grumpy that day. His mother had tried to comb out the cow lick in his hair
My thoughts (there, I've settled it by making personal, 1st person)....
Or
He woke up in the morning, all around the city men were stirring. Stirring to join the compelling earthly desire to .....[whatever it might be]
Or
Mix it up and confuse the reader?
The 3rd person gives an impression of authority. The 1st person requires consideration of the affection for and bias of the writer. See what I've done there? Gave authority to my own statement by delivering it in the 3rd person. Compare: "I believe that 3rd person delivery is more powerful". That, of course, invites those who agree to do so more violently (in the positive sense) and those who disagree to attack on the grounds of bias and personal opinion of the writer.
The real issue is the subject and the topic; today it is 3 men who feel like boys, hopping on their bikes when the cold is just above 2 degrees, and steeling themselves to get the blood running, to tackle a couple of hills, to chat about the things that just crop up, and to find themselves in the rest of the day with that goodness of soul which arises from having participated in activity and fellowship.
I did pass the old Baptist Church at Taroona this morning, and there were a few cars in the car park. I used to go there as a kid, until I found that the parents weren't auditing my religious progress. Then my sister and I used to diverge from the track set for us, and elected to spend the collection money on chewing gum, and sit in the drain pipe running under the Channel Highway, chewing the gum, feeling naughty but good, and then returning home, holier than thou.
Can you grasp that comparison: electing to sit in a drain pipe for an hour and a half instead of a Church?
Today's ride: after some cunctation on my behalf, all alternatives were cast aside (no one wanted to go for a swim at the heated pool, it didn't rain, it wasn't too cold) we met at the base of Manning Ave, and headed off toward Taroona.
The Lark Ascending (ironically, one of the most poignant, delicate and beautiful things in the world, but in this article, a pseudonym for our friend Larkey) had his new bike all strapped on and ready to go. Even had a cautious day-glo jacket to attract cars away from the rest of us - he was an eyeful!
Try this:
The Lark Ascending
The Porter - sometimes a glass of dark ale, sometimes just a gentleman from the heights - the light and quick, the man who runs rings around us with his spare time to keep his blood circulating to avoid freezing, he was atuned for the ride, but now without his music and earpiece. "Too much mucking around, and you can't chat" - he advised.
Kimber: double rugby top, and earpieces to try listening to Arizona Dranes, Blind Willie Johnson, Robert Johnson, Johnny Lee Hooker, Tom Waits. Conclusion: Porter is correct. Be in the moment, don't try to scattalogically entertain oneself when sharing a joint effort.
Discussion afterward at the coffee shop centred around the recent attempt by AFL to capture the centre ground of social nuance. Like the Liberal party as defined by the Prime Minister, they are both searching both for meaning, and supporters. Everything about business is directed to profit. That is the purpose of business, companies. The AFL calls itself an 'industry': the AFL Industry (their capitalisation). So already it rings hollow when they sack their managers for shagging their staff. It is nothing about morality, it is only about profit maximisation.
They don't understand morality.
So the boys described their own misdemeanors. Well, at least some low end non-criminal ones. I won't ascribe what was offered up by whom, as the cone of silence and the dictates of discretion, confidentiality, contract not to disclose, prudence and avoidance of self-incrimination mean Chatham House Rules are implied.
Would the AFL Industry understand that morality?
No.
Just to diverge for a moment, these Rules or this rule, is like the legal rule of without prejudice. It is to provide anonymity to speakers, to encourage openness in discussion, and sharing of information [did I just use the Oxford comma?].
Just think, if that awful person who manages Pauline Hanson's political party had been able to have CHR apply (which they probably did, but the other awful people in the party didn't recognise or adhere to it) then he wouldn't have found a recording of him played on ABC [not right wing enough or balanced?]
Listen to this whilst you are reading, it is another piece by the fantastic Vaughan-Williams. If I had a name Ralph, I'd want it pronounced Rafe too.
Ralph Vaughan Williams: Fantasia
Compare the beauty of this music, the soaring, glorious magical sound, the height of human dignity and evolution, culture and ascendancy - with what James Ashby suggested: "If we buy the marketing material for our candidates, and then sell it to them for double, we can claim twice the expense from the electoral process, and we will have more money for the central party coffers".
Yes, it is probably illegal, but it was only 'suggested' by that politician's (continuing) chief of staff. That suggestion is immoral, in that context.
But [Jeff, is that like starting with "And"? And / or is it like starting with "or"? Or is starting with But just a doffing of the hat or tugging at the forelock to the Queensland obsession?] in the AFL Industry context, their managers would be obliged to consider it, and after having done a cost benefit analysis, and considered the risk of impact of the coefficient of demand (whether the net impact of higher prices would give rise to more net income or after expenses of implementation and loss of some trade, less net income) implement it: as profit is the motive.
But, I diverge; that is just the news. What you want to know is how we rode.
Porter: on top of the game. Running circles around us. Light, consistent, can go faster, but courteously - and for his own and our mutual benefit of company, rode like a champion. Funnily enough, a champion isn't necessarily any one any good at something, it is just a person who is selected to represent another in a contest. But who would select a champion who was unworthy?
Lark Ascending: the new bike back on deck with 2nd chain, much faster, but he has suffered from "The Europeon Holiday Syndrome". TEHS as in "Tess of the D'Urbervilles". Lark has been out of the serious action, but is returning and aims for the big double: going out twice a week! These men on the 'detached list' can select their time, any time of day or night, and so we are expecting the rising lipid index to be reversed, and the Lark to be the srinter of old (or is that 'the old sprinter? - no, the former).
Kimbros: so swollen with winter clothes, fussing with his music machine and ear plugs. Consistent but no great speed. Even had a light fall over when stationery. How embarrassing! Not really. Humorous perhaps.
So these are the figures:
Ralph practising epee for the annual sword fight at Covent Garden
1 Vaughan Williams lived for the period 1972-1958. He was alive when I was born. My parents didn't like his music, so it wasn't played in the house and we didn't go to concerts of his music, except by accident. Paul Oxley introduced me to the beauty of The Great English Composers.
2 Sunday 16th July 2017 9.30am to approx 11am: Sandy Bay Rd (Marieville, Maning Ave) to Taroona, the Bonnet, and return.
3 1 hour and 12 minutes - not including the stoppages for accident, coffee, catch up.
4 Average speed 17.7km/hr. Which is not as good as 20km/hr, but better than 15. You knew that.
5 Maximum 42km/hr. We can do 60km/hr coming off the Bonnet, off or down, either way, but not with the risk of ice (and I don't mean MDMA).
6 Distance: for me, 21.5km
Plans discussed: must get the summer BBQ going but don't rush our lives out the window and door by dreaming of other times. Do it now. Must get the GFC Luncheon on the Yachts/Boats organised: day trip to Mary-Ann Bay or Richardson's Beach - lunch on board.
Image: the concierge in a hotel accommodation in Vientienne, Laos, after being invited to smell my cigar, after I explained that they were rolled between virgin's thighs
Over and out. Literary criticism: to my face please.
POSTSCRIPT
The offended being offensive.
That's what I meant to say the Men had discussed at the coffee shop after the ride. We all agreed that it is a minefield out there with people closing us down and reporting of being offended, so that alternative views can't be expressed, yet in expressing their offence they too (or only) are being offensive.
I'll give an example. I don't like to use D Trump Pres, but he is such a visible conglomerate that he provides the raw material.
This week D Trump commented about the French President's spouse that "she's in such good physical shape". Then followed to her personally (although of course picked up and reported "Beautiful".
Now since our Sex Discrimination Act of 1975 and ongoing and various attempts to change our social setting in Australia, our public figures find themselves hamstrung and confused. They must not appear to be contradicting "socially acceptable" comment parameters, but they must also say something. In so doing, they can't fit within those tight boundaries.
Our Foreign Minister, obliged to appear on mass media, commented of the Donald's comment: remember, she's our most superior diplomat!
"I would be taken aback if President Trump said something similar to me".
{PK comment: not permissible to the individual to say you are fit, in good healthy looking condition, and indeed, beautiful?}
"It's a rather interesting comment to make."
{PK comment: political diplomatic speak for 'inappropriate, shouldn't have been said, along the lines of the Chinese saying when wishing you a horrible period - 'may you live in interesting times}.
"I wonder if she could say the same of him?"
{PK comment: now there is the mistake: Lady Bishop has done exactly that which Trump D did, express an opinion publicly about another person's health, vigour, physical appearance and beauty, but she has done it deliberately on mass media, rather the Trumpmeister having done it to the person's face. Too contorted are the limits of appropriate social comment in Australia now that in disabusing someone, one abuses them.}
POSTASCRIPTA: NO BUSINESS OF THE AFL
I'm right about the AFL getting in a bind in their sudden fettish to impose a perceived morality on their employees and executives in regard to consensual personal relationships, which may or may not be contra bona mores and done at the time of having married relationships.
"Who are they to impose what they think!"
In today's newspaper feminista Prof C Lumby had this to say (as quoted): and you will see more 'shock and concern' - here we have more people telling people what to do or not to do because they, outsiders, are offended:
Ralph Vaughan Williams as a young man. A bit grumpy that day. His mother had tried to comb out the cow lick in his hair
My thoughts (there, I've settled it by making personal, 1st person)....
Or
He woke up in the morning, all around the city men were stirring. Stirring to join the compelling earthly desire to .....[whatever it might be]
Or
Mix it up and confuse the reader?
The 3rd person gives an impression of authority. The 1st person requires consideration of the affection for and bias of the writer. See what I've done there? Gave authority to my own statement by delivering it in the 3rd person. Compare: "I believe that 3rd person delivery is more powerful". That, of course, invites those who agree to do so more violently (in the positive sense) and those who disagree to attack on the grounds of bias and personal opinion of the writer.
The real issue is the subject and the topic; today it is 3 men who feel like boys, hopping on their bikes when the cold is just above 2 degrees, and steeling themselves to get the blood running, to tackle a couple of hills, to chat about the things that just crop up, and to find themselves in the rest of the day with that goodness of soul which arises from having participated in activity and fellowship.
I did pass the old Baptist Church at Taroona this morning, and there were a few cars in the car park. I used to go there as a kid, until I found that the parents weren't auditing my religious progress. Then my sister and I used to diverge from the track set for us, and elected to spend the collection money on chewing gum, and sit in the drain pipe running under the Channel Highway, chewing the gum, feeling naughty but good, and then returning home, holier than thou.
Can you grasp that comparison: electing to sit in a drain pipe for an hour and a half instead of a Church?
Today's ride: after some cunctation on my behalf, all alternatives were cast aside (no one wanted to go for a swim at the heated pool, it didn't rain, it wasn't too cold) we met at the base of Manning Ave, and headed off toward Taroona.
The Lark Ascending (ironically, one of the most poignant, delicate and beautiful things in the world, but in this article, a pseudonym for our friend Larkey) had his new bike all strapped on and ready to go. Even had a cautious day-glo jacket to attract cars away from the rest of us - he was an eyeful!
Try this:
The Lark Ascending
The Porter - sometimes a glass of dark ale, sometimes just a gentleman from the heights - the light and quick, the man who runs rings around us with his spare time to keep his blood circulating to avoid freezing, he was atuned for the ride, but now without his music and earpiece. "Too much mucking around, and you can't chat" - he advised.
Kimber: double rugby top, and earpieces to try listening to Arizona Dranes, Blind Willie Johnson, Robert Johnson, Johnny Lee Hooker, Tom Waits. Conclusion: Porter is correct. Be in the moment, don't try to scattalogically entertain oneself when sharing a joint effort.
Discussion afterward at the coffee shop centred around the recent attempt by AFL to capture the centre ground of social nuance. Like the Liberal party as defined by the Prime Minister, they are both searching both for meaning, and supporters. Everything about business is directed to profit. That is the purpose of business, companies. The AFL calls itself an 'industry': the AFL Industry (their capitalisation). So already it rings hollow when they sack their managers for shagging their staff. It is nothing about morality, it is only about profit maximisation.
They don't understand morality.
So the boys described their own misdemeanors. Well, at least some low end non-criminal ones. I won't ascribe what was offered up by whom, as the cone of silence and the dictates of discretion, confidentiality, contract not to disclose, prudence and avoidance of self-incrimination mean Chatham House Rules are implied.
Would the AFL Industry understand that morality?
No.
Just to diverge for a moment, these Rules or this rule, is like the legal rule of without prejudice. It is to provide anonymity to speakers, to encourage openness in discussion, and sharing of information [did I just use the Oxford comma?].
Just think, if that awful person who manages Pauline Hanson's political party had been able to have CHR apply (which they probably did, but the other awful people in the party didn't recognise or adhere to it) then he wouldn't have found a recording of him played on ABC [not right wing enough or balanced?]
Listen to this whilst you are reading, it is another piece by the fantastic Vaughan-Williams. If I had a name Ralph, I'd want it pronounced Rafe too.
Ralph Vaughan Williams: Fantasia
Compare the beauty of this music, the soaring, glorious magical sound, the height of human dignity and evolution, culture and ascendancy - with what James Ashby suggested: "If we buy the marketing material for our candidates, and then sell it to them for double, we can claim twice the expense from the electoral process, and we will have more money for the central party coffers".
Yes, it is probably illegal, but it was only 'suggested' by that politician's (continuing) chief of staff. That suggestion is immoral, in that context.
But [Jeff, is that like starting with "And"? And / or is it like starting with "or"? Or is starting with But just a doffing of the hat or tugging at the forelock to the Queensland obsession?] in the AFL Industry context, their managers would be obliged to consider it, and after having done a cost benefit analysis, and considered the risk of impact of the coefficient of demand (whether the net impact of higher prices would give rise to more net income or after expenses of implementation and loss of some trade, less net income) implement it: as profit is the motive.
But, I diverge; that is just the news. What you want to know is how we rode.
Porter: on top of the game. Running circles around us. Light, consistent, can go faster, but courteously - and for his own and our mutual benefit of company, rode like a champion. Funnily enough, a champion isn't necessarily any one any good at something, it is just a person who is selected to represent another in a contest. But who would select a champion who was unworthy?
Lark Ascending: the new bike back on deck with 2nd chain, much faster, but he has suffered from "The Europeon Holiday Syndrome". TEHS as in "Tess of the D'Urbervilles". Lark has been out of the serious action, but is returning and aims for the big double: going out twice a week! These men on the 'detached list' can select their time, any time of day or night, and so we are expecting the rising lipid index to be reversed, and the Lark to be the srinter of old (or is that 'the old sprinter? - no, the former).
Kimbros: so swollen with winter clothes, fussing with his music machine and ear plugs. Consistent but no great speed. Even had a light fall over when stationery. How embarrassing! Not really. Humorous perhaps.
So these are the figures:
Ralph practising epee for the annual sword fight at Covent Garden
1 Vaughan Williams lived for the period 1972-1958. He was alive when I was born. My parents didn't like his music, so it wasn't played in the house and we didn't go to concerts of his music, except by accident. Paul Oxley introduced me to the beauty of The Great English Composers.
2 Sunday 16th July 2017 9.30am to approx 11am: Sandy Bay Rd (Marieville, Maning Ave) to Taroona, the Bonnet, and return.
3 1 hour and 12 minutes - not including the stoppages for accident, coffee, catch up.
4 Average speed 17.7km/hr. Which is not as good as 20km/hr, but better than 15. You knew that.
5 Maximum 42km/hr. We can do 60km/hr coming off the Bonnet, off or down, either way, but not with the risk of ice (and I don't mean MDMA).
6 Distance: for me, 21.5km
Plans discussed: must get the summer BBQ going but don't rush our lives out the window and door by dreaming of other times. Do it now. Must get the GFC Luncheon on the Yachts/Boats organised: day trip to Mary-Ann Bay or Richardson's Beach - lunch on board.
Over and out. Literary criticism: to my face please.
POSTSCRIPT
The offended being offensive.
That's what I meant to say the Men had discussed at the coffee shop after the ride. We all agreed that it is a minefield out there with people closing us down and reporting of being offended, so that alternative views can't be expressed, yet in expressing their offence they too (or only) are being offensive.
I'll give an example. I don't like to use D Trump Pres, but he is such a visible conglomerate that he provides the raw material.
This week D Trump commented about the French President's spouse that "she's in such good physical shape". Then followed to her personally (although of course picked up and reported "Beautiful".
Now since our Sex Discrimination Act of 1975 and ongoing and various attempts to change our social setting in Australia, our public figures find themselves hamstrung and confused. They must not appear to be contradicting "socially acceptable" comment parameters, but they must also say something. In so doing, they can't fit within those tight boundaries.
Our Foreign Minister, obliged to appear on mass media, commented of the Donald's comment: remember, she's our most superior diplomat!
"I would be taken aback if President Trump said something similar to me".
{PK comment: not permissible to the individual to say you are fit, in good healthy looking condition, and indeed, beautiful?}
"It's a rather interesting comment to make."
{PK comment: political diplomatic speak for 'inappropriate, shouldn't have been said, along the lines of the Chinese saying when wishing you a horrible period - 'may you live in interesting times}.
"I wonder if she could say the same of him?"
{PK comment: now there is the mistake: Lady Bishop has done exactly that which Trump D did, express an opinion publicly about another person's health, vigour, physical appearance and beauty, but she has done it deliberately on mass media, rather the Trumpmeister having done it to the person's face. Too contorted are the limits of appropriate social comment in Australia now that in disabusing someone, one abuses them.}
POSTASCRIPTA: NO BUSINESS OF THE AFL
I'm right about the AFL getting in a bind in their sudden fettish to impose a perceived morality on their employees and executives in regard to consensual personal relationships, which may or may not be contra bona mores and done at the time of having married relationships.
"Who are they to impose what they think!"
In today's newspaper feminista Prof C Lumby had this to say (as quoted): and you will see more 'shock and concern' - here we have more people telling people what to do or not to do because they, outsiders, are offended:
High-profile feminist Catharine Lumby has blasted the AFL’s decision to accept the resignations of two executives over workplace affairs, claiming she was shocked and concerned about moves to legislate consensual relationships.
Admitting she was “going out on a limb”, Professor Lumby said employers had no business getting involved in the private lives of their employees.
If biking to Bonnet Hill be the food of such musings, ride on.
ReplyDeleteI'd go back and reread it but it might blow my tiny mind irretreviably. But I might. Or not. Such sentence constructions and lengths as these are sometimes devoutly to be hoped for among the general ruck of turgidity (not yrs, pk).