||[Jan. 17th, 2007|11:43 am]
1. I've finished with the little, shagging people (aw look at their cute, little, tiny hands and feet!) and I'm doing a jigsaw that juxtaposes two, near-identical photographs of the Colosseum - one taken in the late 19th century, the other contemporary. Contrary to what one might assume, there are many more trees in the modern picture.|
2. Big Brother is our equivalent of the Roman amphitheatre; we sit back in our comfy chairs and watch people being destroyed. I don't normally follow it, but channel-surfing the other day, I caught a replay of the bit where Leo Sayer breaks out of durance vile going "fuck, fuck, fuck", followed by clips of Jade Goody and her posse being snide about Shilpa Shetty. Ugly, ugly, ugly. It would have considerably raised the tone of the proceedings if they'd have brought on a couple of gladiators.
3. Most Haunted is back. And we were in Beaumaris gaol, talking to a Victorian prison governer called Watkins who liked to watch men in the shower- or whatever the 19th century equivalent was. I love this show. Yvette and her gang are like family to me. And now that Derek Acorah is out of the picture I'm a believer again. I believe each and every word.....
4. Yvette asked the creepy, dead governor if he was homosexual- as if she needed further confirmation- but would he have recognised that word? I've been dipping into Wilde recently and I don't think he ever used it. Nineteenth century gays went on about Greek love and Uranian love and high-falutin stuff like that. And, the Marquis of Queensbury- coming at things from a different angle- accused Wilde of being a "somdomite". I understand- I haven't bothered to look it up- that the word "homosexual" was coined by the late-Victorian sexologist Havelock Ellis and that before then- before people got classified like moths or beetles- sexual acts were just acts (approved or not approved in the Bible) and had little to do with the politics of identity. I'd like to think we're moving back to the old position because (I can't think how else to put this) the division of people into sexual tribes is divisive.
5. The young Oscar Wilde met the elderly Walt Whitman in January 1882. Whitman found Wilde, "so frank and outspoken and manly". Many years later Wilde told a friend, "the kiss of Walt Whitman is still on my lips".*
4. The boom, boom, booming continues next door but one. The workmen filled the skip too high and the driver who came to collect it leaned out of his cab, called them dick-heads and roared off again, leaving the skip behind. Yesterday they had a second skip delivered and they've been redistributing the load.
5. ITV News is sending us daily reports from Antarctica. Dig down far enough, through the miles of impacted ice, and you find lumps of coal. Which means there were trees there once. And if there were trees there were also- presumably- critters- a whole lost world. And now the ice is melting again...
*Richard Ellman: Oscar Wilde, 1987. p. 163-4.
2007-01-17 01:32 pm (UTC)
I think the terms used to be a 'congenital sexual invert', certianly Radcliffe-Hall caleld herself and invert and it's mentioned in Brideshead revisited.
The labelling is fascinating. One of my fellows is an Indian doing work on the queer movement in India, he's Bi and identifies as a 'Khoti' (passive male in a gay sex act), he got with one guy who refused to do anything on the grounds they were both Khotis so how could they do it? No imagination!
The word "invert" makes me think of toe-nails.
Labels can be so restricting, can't they? As if calling yourself a Khoti was somehow akin to taking vows.
Our Big Brother isn't on till summer, but American Idol started last night, and the masochists were all out and being savaged by Simon Crowell, the meanest sadist there ever was.
But really, they're asking for it! One man was juggling--poorly--while singing off-key, and then he said he also danced, for God's sake, and he did, an awful hop-skip.
When he came out of the room, drenched with flop-sweat, he burst into tears and fell into his mother's arms and said (I suddenly realized he was probably a teenager) that he had never been so humiliated in his entire life.
Simon ruined him, and then he sipped his Coke and yawned.
And I didn't look away! I loved it! I cringed, but I loved it.
Our Big Brother is causing international ructions. Shilpa Shetty is a big Bollywood star- the Indian equivalent of someone like Nicole Kidman- and the abuse she's been getting from this gang of low-life white girls has bordered on racist. There have been protest marches in Mumbai and questions asked in parliament. The programme makers must be loving it.
The Big Brother format was invented by the Dutch. Did you know that? I didn't.
I absolutely love thinking about your puzzle with its "little hands and feet." God, that's funny! I'm smiling.
I like the sky edges myself...and something easy: a barn and one tree, some pretty water, some grass.
My new puzzle has a couple of large spaces of cloudless sky; those are always a headache. So far I've completed the bit at the bottom which says Roma Colosseo in big white-on-black lettering.
My daughter used to like really hard puzzles. Her finest effort was a two-sided puzzle that she worked by placing the pieces on a sheet of glass that she placed between two chairs so she could crawl underneath to see how the underside puzzle was going!
I've never done one of those. I don't think I'm patient- or smart- enough.