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Sunday, January 29, 2006

It only gets worse

As if my last brush with public intelligence was not bad enough, today I my attention was directed to a monument, recently erected (literally) in the environs of the Malta International Airport.

It looks, to put it very bluntly, like a big dick. And before anyone accuses me of having a puerile imagination or of being a pervert, it should be noted that the very same observation was made in the articles and posts that brought the piece to my attention. (Gamesroom link, posts in Maltese, as well as a letter in the Times of Malta this morning)

I refuse to contemplate the meaning of this monument. While I have no problem with genitalia of either sex being depicted in art (and no, I'm not gay) I do have a problem with the freakier exhibits, especially when, like the case in point, they appear to be

1.) Designed to shock, possibly because the sculptor is unable to create something which can move the audience in any other way.

2.) look like they haven't been washed in a long time.

Come to think of it, this scene will become even more graphic as the native pigeons will coat the top of the structure with their whitish droppings. I wonder what ol' Mrs. Liz would have made of it had she seen it during her visit in the CHOGM.

If this is the shape of things to come, I think I'll retire to a more sensible universe asap.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Of culture and other wonky stuff.

Pfft. Leave it up the the others and this blog would be totally devoid of any content at all.

Time to dust off my blogger hat and put a few words down, this time drawing inspiration from a conversation I overheard yesterday in the bus. Yes, I still refuse to pay through my nose for the priviledge of using the few narrow ribbons of asphalt in between the various craters which the natives insist on calling roads.

Now, this conversation between three young gentlemen started when one of them asked what had happened to a certain DJ who had apparently disappeared off the face of the planet. According to one of them, said DJ had stopped practicing because he had developed some ear problems, which event caused him some inconvenience in his musical efforts.

In chipped the third lad, who said something along the lines of "So what? Beethoven was stone deaf and still wrote."

The response to this was "What the hell has that got to do with anything? Beethoven just had to sit in front of his piano and bash away, this guy needs to hear properly to play!" and "Yeah, I mean, Betthoven didn't have the sound this guy has, there's no comparison!"

[Cue sound of strangled disbelief from my seat]

Although one has to thank [insert preferred divinity here] that these people had even heard of Beethoven, I must honestly state that, if I had any faith in Maltese culture (And that doesn't mean I had any to begin with) I well and truly lost it there and then.

I was reminded of a Doris Lessing quote which one of my friends (Hi Ralph) was rather fond of:
You can take a whore to culture, but you can't make her think.


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Life today is sort of ok-ish. I'm working in Java again, and having constant metaphysical debates with the occupant of a neigbouring desk who believes, for some unfathomable reason, that C# is better. Takes all sorts I guess.