Sunday, August 28, 2005

A minor epiphany

While re-reading a section of Harry Potter to organise my thoughts for the upcoming Snape business, a revelation hit me: The barman at the Hogs Head is Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth.

This has to be correct. The Hog's Head smells of goats (Dumbledore says that Aberforth got in trouble for performing charms on goats, or something), the 'barman' is at Dumbledore's funeral, Dumbledore conducts his interview with Trelawny there, he says he is 'friends with the barman' when he tells Voldemort that he knows about Nott etc staying there that evening. Harry feels he recognises Aberforth in the photo album that Moody gives him...

And, most interestingly of all, when Harry catches Mundungus Fletcher profiteering Black heirlooms in HBP, it is to 'the barman' whom he is selling them to...

Friday, August 26, 2005

Deportations, assassinations and revelations.

Another mildly interesting thought. Britain introduces new legislation to deport "preachers of intolerance and hatred". This legislation is designed to limit calls for terrorism and violence within the country, and to stop private citizens from making statements that in their view, incites violence.

In completely unrelated news, when far-right religious leader, Pat Robertson calls for the assassination of Venezuela's president, Hugo Chavez, US Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld responds with the magnificent comment of: "He's a private citizen. Private citizens say all kinds of things all the time"

Now, while I readily admit that the US and UK governments are seperate entities and entitled to contradict each other, it is still an alarming trend in the world that we are ready to denounce Muslim leaders but not Christian ones.


In other news, I've discovered that I can not only borrow sheet music from the ERC (for non-uni people, that's Education Resource Library) but I may also tram down to the VCA and borrow complete scores!!!! Boy am I gonna have fun...

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Well, isn't this grand?

Hmm. I didn't ever actually think that I'd start up a blog. It always seemed so one-sided. I decided that I would stick to online forums as my source of web-interaction. Yet, here I am, writing this to no-one in particular.

I keep having random ideas that aren't useful anywhere else - they aren't big enough to start a new thread on any of the forums I frequent, and I won't do any journals I don't have to do over at DA because I think the place is weird, generally speaking. So they'll go here.

You are welcome to read, of course. If you find them interesting, bully for you. If you don't, well, there are a billion other blogs out there for you to sticky-beak on. I guess I'll give this link to all the people on the various forums I frequent and to people in real life. The trick will be to keep them wholly seperate, and not to let them stumble upon my other e-selves... we shall see how that goes, eh?

Goddamit. I've just realised that my well thought-out screen name makes me sound like I'm pretending to be some French or Spanish DJ. Crap. Honest, it's better than that...

So... what now? I've provided some links down in the bottom right hand corner. Please check out Roger Moore's eyebrows. They make me cry for many different reasons.

I intend to post the biggest idea that has been bugging me recently very shortly: Logical proof that Severus Snape is not evil. Yeah, sorry about that actually, I think this will be the first and last fan-essay I will *ever* write, but it has really been getting on my mind lately, and I've discovered that if I don't do something about a reoccuring thought it tends to hover around for an unreasonably long time.


For the time being, however, I'm going to post my current fascination: etymology. For those who don't know, etymology is the study of the origin of words and how they have changed.

My current favourites:

Babel: In the bible, god's people are building the tower of Babel (later seen as Babylon, for those of us listening to Bob Marley) to try and get to heaven. This is at the stage where all people are one, and they speak the same language, share the same culture etc. God (in his omnipotence) decides that the tower is quite frankly getting awfully close, m'dear, so wham, bam, thankyou ma'am, he destroys the tower in his all-knowing goodness and scatters the people, forever giving them different languages.
Thus, we have many meanings. The most obvious is to babble, to talk too quickly. The search for a language (often referred to in philosophy) that we do not have to interpret, that is, we instantly know what the other person is trying to communicate (very helpful in philosophy) is also often called "The search for babel". Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy fans will notice the inherent meaning of "Bablefish", as will people who spend a little too long on AltaVista.

Secondly, Method: gives the very strange spin-off of hodos (or perhaps originates from would be more correct) as we would think that it would be methodological or something, certainly not hod, which, quite frankly is rather rudely splitting met-hod right down the middle. But nevertheless we then get 'hodograph', a mathamatical curve and 'hodological', which quite frankly I haven't the faintest as to its meaning, but I can make a pretty good guess.


Um, yeah. Thus endeth the lesson. I think I got carried away a bit there... but eh, I already said it is me who I'm writing for, not you. If anyone is reading this, that is. Heh, If the blogger writes and no-one is around to read it, is he still a wanker?

Toorah, my darlinks.