Post #217,162
8/3/05 5:45:19 AM
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You're kidding, right? I hope so, for your sake.
bcnu,
Mikem
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Post #217,163
8/3/05 5:46:05 AM
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I am not kidding - it's unintelligible. Please enlighten me
Matthew Greet
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Post #217,165
8/3/05 6:03:35 AM
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I can't.
I started to give as close to a binary, sound-bite summary of the point Ashton so eloquently made above, but I cannot do that to even that little slice of word art.
If, as you say, his prose is "unintelligible" to you, I might suggest that, with no offense intended, you pick up a classic or two - not a pdf or anything online, but actual printed, bound books and spend a weekend outside at the park, near a lake or some other quiet place of beauty and read them. It will lead to an appreciation, even perhaps a love, of flowery speech. HTH. ;0)
bcnu,
Mikem
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Post #217,167
8/3/05 6:37:19 AM
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If I think style is more important than content, hit me...
till I snap out of it. I hope you don't think I want some newspeak style language. I want Truth. To me, Truth is a form of Beauty. I do not recognise Ashton's messages as rich or flowery language, like Shakespeare. Rather, it is disjointed, avant garde art only understood by virtuosos.
So, give me that summary. You're doing a service to Beauty.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,179
8/3/05 9:09:58 AM
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Here's a summary I think you'll really like.
11001001 11010101 10100111 10000101 11111101 11110101 10000001 11000111.
That better?
bcnu,
Mikem
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Post #217,374
8/4/05 1:42:25 AM
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Tosh
Sometimes it's flowery prose, and sometimes (as in this instance) it's blithering nonsense.
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Post #217,500
8/4/05 2:58:14 PM
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What do you know?
You don't even speak our language properly. Want to explain this?
[link|http://www.slanguage.com/british.html|http://www.slanguage.com/british.html]
bcnu,
Mikem
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Post #217,534
8/4/05 4:09:06 PM
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It's bollocks.
"Gormless wuss", for fuck's sake.
No-one says that, except the dimwitted American who wrote that web page.
Peter
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Post #217,544
8/4/05 4:53:16 PM
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Hmmm more -
Incomprehensible gobbledygook than within the phrasings of, say,
just one random fav Selection on *your* 2-kbytes-free i-Pod?
Methinks selective diss-onance lies within the ego-conditioned-ear of the beholder.
(And I'll parry any thrusts of that dull epee, re WDYHASM? too, if'n ya wants that selection) -
O Scepter-sheltered sniggerer; I gots more dirt on Genus execrabilis Yankus than the entire bats + web-encrusted ceiling of Dirty Dick's in Westminster ;-)
(Betcha never saw That!)
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Post #217,553
8/4/05 5:22:51 PM
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Still, it's a "john" not a "lu".
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,633
8/5/05 6:31:17 AM
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No, it's a Loo not a Lu. Definitely not a John! :)
Two out of three people wonder where the other one is.
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Post #217,640
8/5/05 7:38:35 AM
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Is that Lucy Liu? Mmmmm ... Lucy Liu ...
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Post #217,641
8/5/05 7:38:57 AM
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Is that Lucy Liu? Mmmmm ... Lucy Liu ...
I'm sorry, what were we talking about?
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Post #217,642
8/5/05 7:43:23 AM
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That was odd
Went in to edit and add the comment, it posted as a new post. Will try to reproduce in Test later today.
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Post #217,645
8/5/05 8:19:46 AM
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what you never had sideways pie?
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Post #217,754
8/5/05 3:05:42 PM
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My mistake. The proper word is "washroom" ;0)
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,823
8/5/05 10:45:50 PM
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WC works.
Alex
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Post #217,843
8/6/05 11:31:13 AM
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Biffy.
Brick Shithouse. Outhouse.
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Post #217,191
8/3/05 10:12:16 AM
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Dont feel bad
My brain also thinks in literal and linear terms. As an undergrad, I was in an acclerated math and science program and they made us take a few courses in literature to round us out. As I recall, the classes were called "Third Cultural Rhetoric". I dont even know what that means. I hated them. We had to read great works of literature (which I appreciated and enjoyed) and interpret the metaphores and meta-messages (which I hated and couldnt do). I couldnt get beneath the surface of these great works - which sometimes happens when I read Ashton's posts. When I have the time and energy to decipher them I appreciate the depth and cleverness of Ash. When I dont, I say "Oh bother" and move along.
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Post #217,200
8/3/05 10:58:39 AM
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Thanks
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,251
8/3/05 1:30:04 PM
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Same here
There are times when I have enough time to grab the giant dictionary, or search the online one and decipher what Ashton has written. And those times I am truly rewarded, so I have to agree there.
There are other times when I'm so busy, that I don't have the time right then. So I either make a mental note to return to it later when I do, or I decide it's obviously not that serious for me to decipher. But I do appreciate Ashton's style, especially when I have time to truly understand it.
Last night I didn't have time to decipher the above said post. Maybe later today, but right now I'm taking a brief break from something important to post a few things.
So don't feel bad if you don't get Ashton-Speak, it is after all, an art. :)
Brenda
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Post #217,264
8/3/05 2:38:30 PM
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Re: I am not kidding - it's unintelligible. Please enlighte
It's a dis
He says that having Marlowe around is
very educational because his actions
demonstrate the poorly thought out
nature of his (Marlowe's) politics and
that his posturing (posing) serves as a
further reminder of how much he (Ashton)
despises Marlowe's point of view and his (Marlowe's)
method of putting it forth
(more or less)
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Post #217,300
8/3/05 5:09:49 PM
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Thank you
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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