Anti-semitism is interesting

February 8, 2009 § Leave a comment

I read about an Australian columnist being banned because his article was anti-semitic (you can read the full article here, but beware of really creepy comments), and I have to say that even if the article might have been a little bit harsch and biased, but seriously, it wasn’t anti-semitic.

Sometimes it feels like the notion amongst pro-israel people is that every negative comment ever uttered about Israel is anti-semitic, Israel can do no wrong. This is plain silly. Israel is doing a lot of wrong, a lot of the time.

I’m one of those thinking that the conflict between palestine and israel is more complex then we normally think of, but I know one thing that never ever lead to peace, and that is cramming in 1.5 million people in gaza, behind a wall, destroying the lifes of everyone within and then bombing the place. Israel has become the bully, and is now the state commiting the warcrimes towards others, rather then the people of Israel being the victims of such crimes.


Language of evolution

January 18, 2009 § Leave a comment

Internet. It changed so much, and to sound extra pretentious: I don’t think we can grasp in any way just how much it changes us and social structures. Or language. Now, language and social hierarchies are connected at the most primal level, and I would say that the usage of digital textbased communication platforms (the internet! tadaa) is making that more apparent then ever.

For me it also makes me realize that my english writing is a combination between posh stiffness and a kindergarden hand-in. It’s horrible! Quite a few of my friends are english speaking only, and slowly slowly it dawned on me that they must think I’m stupid or at least utterly boring. These linguistical lows on the self esteem… Such is the faith of the overly sensitive.

But, even though this is just a small little bump, I still know that it did really bother me while I was in Australia last year, that people treated me like I was well, not stupid, but they treated me like I was dumber than I am. Why? Because they couldn’t know, I couldn’t communicate. I could smirk and gesture and make small comments and wave my way through quite complicated discussions about genetical structure in bonobos or whatever it might be, but I couldn’t really contribute. In the beginning because I got nervous, and later because I just couldn’t express myself well enough in multi-syllable land, even if I could express myself a little.

Anyhow. Using internet as a platform for social interaction (hi guys!) I notice how my english now getting closer and closer to the edge of not good at all. Why? Because interaction in this form makes me write in textspeak even when writing like this, in a one way-communication, or rather in a form thats not realtime. Tempus gets lost, small things like ‘s ‘ll ‘d and so on disappears. Why? Because they aren’t really used while talking, they are numb letters, just hanging around all alone.

Depending on where you hang out, there are different sociolects setting the tone. In some boards I hang out on, the tone is very americanized, very textspeaky, and a lot of spelling that like dat, or similar. To show appriecation and connection, new users often overdo this behaviour, to show they belong in the same group. It works like this in most social situations, you show that you want to belong by copying the behavioral patterns of the group. For textbased media, this goes to the extreme, but is rather interesting to watch. The result however is stronger sociolects but possibly lost dialects and a smeering out of differences between languages. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but it is different. Languages evolve just like we do and our social structure, and now they evolve faster then ever. It’s important to remember that language in it self has no value, the importance is to make yourself understood.

Say, if I was the only person left who understood and spoke swedish, would it really be a language then? Isn’t language defined as what we use to communicate?

I might get company

January 13, 2009 § Leave a comment

This autumn I’m planning to go to spring. Yes, I’m going to head for the southern hemisphere, effectivly skipping autumn and winter and getting spring and summer again. The plan is to go to Brisbane and Griffith University and study Master of design futures. Seems good for me, since I want to work more on my skills as a graphic designer.
I’m not sure if it will work out, I’m not sure if I’m gonna leave, I still have to labs in Object Oriented Programming left from the bachelor (in Interaction Design, but really it’s a BaS: Bachelor of Science. Way cool) before I can even apply. I still have to actually apply. You know, write all the papers, send them in with snail mail, wait for a reply…

the Fisk

And then hope for the best.
So I don’t think about it much, I do get small bouts of panics from time to time, that this will be the worst choice of my life and so on but that’s it. That I’m aiming to high when I think I could have a better life then I do. I mean, I have an interesting education, good friends and a functioning body. Why do I want rich, happy and love? Why not just contempt with what you got. Have a smile and a coke and STFU. As they would say. Ok, I do think about it, maybe not in big quantities but the effort that goes in to doing it is high. I don’t think about it in everyday normal life, you could say, I only think about it when I’m weak.

When I was reading Condé yesterday, Fisk called me all of the sudden. I’m not used to talking on the phone with him and frankly we’re crap at it. From my side mostly because I have no Idea what to tell him when I can’t see his face, he has a tendency to sound so disappointed or ironic the whole time. From his side I’m guessing he is just crap at it in general. Anyhow, he doesn’t usually call me at all, so I figured he had something on his mind. And he did. Being bored of everything he has decided to maybe come to Australia at the same time as me. D . I’m not gonna call it “come with me”, that just feels to pressuring. But he will maybe be there. Can you imagine the luck? Last time I was away I was dying from not having him with me. He is my best of friends and my lifesaver.

To prevent any assumptions, I’ll do the disclaimer at once. No, we are not a couple. I love him with all my heart and we are friends. And that’s it. Capiche?

I celebrated the potential company with a glass of wine (ehm, two. three at the most.) while I was finishing up work, and got a huge migraine as a thank you from my body. Didn’t get to sleep until six in the morning since I didn’t have any pills at home, I thought, spent half the night bent over the toilette seat almost throwing up from the pain and nauseau. Then I remembered I might have one pill left, went rumaging for it and finding it, almost throwing it up immediatly after swallowing, fell a sleep like a baby. I really hate those nights.

Off course I didn’t have time to finish either, since my forehead felt like someone was poring boiling water over it after drilling a hole down to the brain so they could soak that too..

So I’m at it again. At least I got quite far yesterday.
Since I finally know when I’m getting cash, I’m gonna celebrate it by shopping som food and making a serious dinner. The last couple of days have been horrible. Not because my fridge is empty but because I have no inspiration for cooking when I’m broke. My spice-intuition is all gone.

Anyway, this will hopefully be a good day. Laters!

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