Thursday, May 28, 2009
how many finger(s) am i holding up?
Had a long chat with a friend last night after coming in after two strawberry daiquiris.
Proceeded to chat on the phone for an hour about ‘Orwellian Counterthinking.’
My mate should have a phD in this, because no, I also didn’t know what the fuck that is either.
Basically, like in the George Orwell book, 1984, people who are brainwashed to think a certain way and accept things however crazy they are.
The trick – like The Secret – so listen up, because he’s groundbreaking (especially after two or was it 3? daiquiris) - Is that we need to constantly do the opposite.
I think. The details are hazy, but I think that's the gist of it.
Philosophy after two (or was it 3? Really?) daiquiris is the preferable subject in which to dissect, like politics and religion. And human behaviour, in this case.
I still haven’t made my decision, but it’s interesting hearing various points of view. Like this one.
Also, because my interest in languages lately has reached fever pitch:
There’s a Frenchman, a German and an Englishman.
The Englishman: Our language is surely the most romantic. What with the likes of Keats and Shakespeare, take for example the word ‘butterfly’, isn’t it exquisite?
The Frenchman: Zat eez absolute merde. Za Franch! Haw haw, but za Franch, our butterfly is a ‘papillon!’
The Chairman: Nein, you both sheisse speaking. A butterfly in Chairman iz an insect machine! And zerfore it iz a SCHMITTELINK.
Now I’m learning some pretty mean words in German at the moment.
Like a helicopter is a Hubschrauber. (HOOPSggggrowber)
But a schmittelink? Now that’s Ace of Spades.
PS: A really cool name for a German is a Chairman.
‘Oh Heimlich? He speaks chairman.’
PPS: Maybe shouldn’t have had that second (or was it 3rd?) daiquiri at the farewell last night.