One month ago today, I made a short and sweet LJ entry -- it consisted of a four-question poll, and little else. Much to my surprise, that entry went on to become the most commented post thus far in the nearly six years that I have been keeping this journal!

In the comments for that entry, I promised to revisit all four questions in time... sharing my own thoughts on them. Well, with one month passed since then, there's no time like the present -- so here goes:

The first pair of questions dealt with an ambiguity in the twelve-hour clock. Namely, how should we refer to midnight and noon. For each, I asked whether people considered them to be 12:00 am, 12:00 pm, both, or neither. It is my opinion that midnight is both and noon is neither. The abbreviations "am" and "pm" are, respectively, Latin for ante meridiem and post meridiem. "Meridiem" itself translates to "mid day" -- which we refer to as noon. As midnight occurs twelve hours before and twelve hours after noon, it is both 12:00 am and 12:00 pm. I feel even more strongly that noon is neither. Noon is meridiem -- how can it be either before or after itself!

These questions, of course, mainly serve to underline some of the problems with using a twelve hour clock. In many countries, including Japan[2], the more sensible twenty-four hour clock is now the norm, thus eliminating such vagueness. I myself am transitioning to using a twenty-four hour clock as the standard; besides the superior aesthetic, the switch will also eliminate certain practical problems.[3] When using a twelve-hour clock, it has been suggested that one refer to "12 m" for midnight and "12 n" for noon... but this is still ambiguous, as it clashes with an older convention of "12 mn" for midnight and "12 m" for noon (i.e., meridiem). If one must use a twelve-hour clock, best to write out "12 midnight" and "12 noon" (or just delete the "12"s altogether). So speaketh the Nomad.

The second set of questions referred to age appropriateness in dating. I found it rather encouraging to see that most of my friends feel about the same way as I do -- age itself is not a relevant factor.[4] Other attributes, such as maturity and power differences are much more important in determining whether a given pairing is appropriate.

Personally, with the exception of an adolescent fling when I was seventeen (and she was fourteen), I started my romantic life by exclusively getting involved with older women. This was not a conscious decision... but, in retrospect, I believe that I felt most of my peers to be too immature to be a good match. In my late teens, I felt far more mature than most of the others in my age group. As I got older, this age gap tended to become shrink; by the time I reached the end of my twenties, I was dating people around my age, or even slightly younger. Now, in my early thirties, I find that I date younger than myself more often than older -- though both still happen. Thus far, the greatest age gap above me was twelve years -- Resourceress was thirty-six and I was twenty-four when our relationship started -- and the greatest age gap below me is fifteen years. Looking back, it seems like most of the people I have dated were in the second half of their twenties when I began a relationship with them; this is regardless of my own age at the time.

Taking a snapshot of the present, I see that I have one partner who is currently in her early forties[5], a couple who are in their thirties, several in their twenties, and one who is in her late teens. For me, this tends to empirically confirm what I was saying about how age plays a back seat to other factors -- such as maturity, intelligence, accomplishment, et cetera -- in determining who I am attracted to.

I will end with an amusing anecdote on the subject: A few weeks ago, shortly before I left Oxford for my current travels, I went to dinner with my beloved [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat, the beautiful [livejournal.com profile] miss_amaranth, and the beatific [livejournal.com profile] xmakina. I smiled when I realised that I was sharing a meal with my oldest partner -- who is also my longest relationship ever -- and my youngest partner -- who is currently also my newest relationship. Twas an excellent meal indeed, both in terms of food and company!

I want to thank all of my wonderful friends for participating in that poll... and also for their most excellent and thought-provoking comments! Gentle readers, I am lucky to have your collected wisdom -- and companionship -- in my life!


[1] Now without the tide! (Blame recessionary cutbacks)

[2] Where I still am for a little longer.

[3] Such as the fact that, about every year or two, I accidentally oversleep because I set my alarm clock to ring at "pm" instead of "am". Or I set the alarm properly but the time was incorrectly set.

[4] As always, we are assuming that both people are of the legal age of consent.

[5] Though she is not the only partner in their forties that I have ever had. Thus far, the oldest person I have dated was forty-four when the relationship ended. The youngest, for contrast, was the aforementioned fourteen year old that I dated in 1992. It still boggles my mind when we talk -- as we are still friends -- and she tells me about her two children.

Blessed Samhain, to all those on my f-list who celebrate it!

Samhain this year was meaningful[1] without being devastating[2]. It was also long. Rather than do our annual ancestor ritual on Samhain proper, as originally planned, we moved it a week earlier to accommodate [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat's surgery. Difficult to do ritual with a High Priestess who is confined to a hospital bed.

The ritual itself went quite well. I have been doing this particular WORK nearly every year since 1994 -- and my beloved [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat has been doing it for even longer. It is simple in design... yet extremely powerful. All the more so when you do the same remembrance WORK year after year.

As it turns out, doing our ancestor toast one week before Samhain turned out to fortuitous for several reasons. For one thing, it meant that the clocks changed back to GMT whilst we were in ritual space. This brought a practical benefit -- not ending quite as late as we would have otherwise -- as well as a symbolic one. To wit: for me, the Dark Period of the year begins when we change our clocks back, putting the sunset before five o'clock in the afternoon. Having this change coincide with our Samhain ritual seems rather appropriate.

For another thing, doing our WORK one week before Samhain effectively stretched the sabbat out to a week this year. That was good, as it gave me time to process a large number of endings -- and new beginnings -- that are going on right now. For instance, this ritual just completed one full turn of the Wheel of the Year where we had been working every sabbat with the same group of people. A very fitting ending. [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat's surgery was this week, too -- an end to one era and a beginning to a bright new one! Again, quite appropriate.

On the plus side, I managed to make it through October 27th without breaking up with anybody.[3] Though I will add that, after having been mostly quiet since July, my relationship velocity is picking up again. Whilst nothing is definite as yet, I can feel which way the winds may be blowing. I have a hunch that there are a couple of relationships that are naturally winding their way down right now... and I am cautiously optimistic about the potential that a couple of charming new people may hold. Some endings, some [possible] beginnings -- and it all feels rather good and healthy.

One other way that this Samhain is significant is that, for once, it really does feel like the new year to me. I have many different ways of ticking off the year -- at Samhain, at the start of the calendar, at my birthday, at Starwood, at P**T***, at the new academic year -- and Samhain is generally not the most important of these. However, this time around, it feels like the most natural place to start off the year. Much of time between this Samhain and next is mapped out reasonably well: I know which trips I want to take[4], I am helping to organise two large-ish events[5], my experiment will be turning on and publishing its first results, et cetera, et cetera. So, besides beginning the Dark Period, this Samhain really does kick off a year that promises to be busy, intense, and rewarding. I look forward to seeing what fruit it will bring.

Welcome Winter, waning season
Now with night the new year comes
All who honour elder kinsfolk
Dance the dead to earthly drums
Souls respected, save the living
Those with whole and hallowed hearts
Blessings be on those who bide here
Blessings be on those who bide here
And indeed on all the Earth!


Of course, besides being Samhain, October 31st is also Halloweeen[6]. Yesterday, on Halloween, I brought L2 -- who is nine -- to Millet's Farm, a short ride from Oxford, to do the corn mazes and haunted attractions there. Other than that, though I did not do much on Halloween proper... because I was preoccupied with visiting [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat, who is still in the hospital recovering from her surgery. The beautiful [livejournal.com profile] bunnypip came down to stay for the weekend, helping out around the house and spending time in the hospital with [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and I.

It would be a very sad thing to miss Halloween... so we made sure to do it early. Whilst in Michigan two weeks ago, my darling [livejournal.com profile] tawneypup threw a Halloween bash to kick off the season, as it were. Twas fantastic to see so many people in the Lansing crowd[7]... and the immensely talented [livejournal.com profile] tawneypup threw together a quick costume for me in under twenty-four hours. She had a Miss Piggy costume from previous years, so I wanted to go with her... as Kermit the Frog! Everyone always calls me a Muppet anyway -- for one night, I got to actually be one. Don't believe me? See for yourself:

Kermie & Piggy -- together again!


Alas, poor Kermit! I knew him, Horatio!


I hope that each and every one of my dear friends has had as excellent a holiday as I have. The Dark Period has begun.[8] May it hold joy and growth for us all...


[1] Unlike 2007.

[2] Unlike 2006.

[3] By odd coincidence, October 27th happens to be the day that I am most likely to end a relationship. Don't ask why -- it just is.

[4] One to Korea in May, one to Scotland in June, one to explore Japan with [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat in August, and one to North Wales at some point in between.

[5] Oxford BiFest in March and P**T*** in October.

[6] And my father's birthday. But nevermind that.

[7] You know who you are, lovely people!

[8] Assuming that, like most of my f-list, you live in the North. If you do not... well, Happy Summer to you!!

Greetings from Japan![*]

Say AAAAAAAAH! (Now spit!)


Day three of the meeting is over. I presented my talk last night; it went fine. A lot of interesting discussion and planning happening in-between meeting sessions, too. That is good.

I had a blast of deja vu earlier today, taking me back to 2001 or 2002. I was sitting in a collaboration meeting in Japan. Next to me was Nakahata-sensei, who led so much of my education when I was a graduate student on Super-K. He even asked me to check his English in a document he was writing -- just like old times! On the net, I saw an article about military presence[**] and police brutality in Pittsburgh, where activists are protesting the G-20 summit. Reading about it made me twinge, wishing that I could be out there on the streets with my comrades. Brings back memories, it does.

I had a chat about it all with [livejournal.com profile] resourceress... which just brought up other old memories, like our days on the Iron Man Message Board.

These bits, and a few others, left me feeling very nostalgic for the Summer of 2001 or thereabouts. I know that life wasn't exactly a paradise back then... but it was simpler. So much has happened in the past eight years. I have accomplished much since then... but I also have a lot of scars on my face[***] now, too.

Anyway, that's enough introspection for one day! Time to move on to cheerier topics! Like kittens! And rainbows!

Here is a picture of Giles that my darling [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat sent took with her phone and sent to mine the day before yesterday:

How am I cute? Let me count the ways!


Isn't that adorable? How can he be comfortable, resting on the airer like that?? Very sweet of [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat to send me my kitty whilst I am in Japan!

As for the rainbows, here are some shots taken a few weeks ago in Oxford. Wandering outside randomly, I just happened to see one of -- if not the -- biggest rainbow that I had ever encountered! As far as I could tell, it went all the way around 180 degrees!

Why aren't there so many songs about rainbows?


No matter how good life gets, rainbows and kitties make everything better!

Now it is Friday night. After the meetings ended for the day, we took a tour of the DsECal[****] and the basket for the T2K near detector, deep in its eight (?) story pit. Very cool![*****] There is still one more day of meeting, but people are going out for karaoke in about an hour. Normally, I would be quite tempted to join. Tonight, though, it is probably best if I work on the Sooper Sekrit project. We have only two more weeks until it is time!! (Can you tell that I am getting quite excited about this?[******]) If I finish early enough, I can also answer some very interesting e-mails and LJ messages from some very interesting people that have been sitting for a few days in my InBoxes. Not the world's most exciting Friday night ever, tis true... but there's always Saturday!


[*] Also, welcome to my 1111th LiveJournal entry! (Huzzah!)

[**] Posse comitatus? What's that?

[***] If you are puzzling trying to recall where the scars on my face are, do not be too perplexed if you fail to find them. I meant metaphoric -- not literal -- scars. See here.

[****] "DsECal" = "Downstream Electromagnetic CALorimeter"

[*****] If you like that sort of thing. Which I do.

[******] Well, excited and scared... to anyone who knows this particular reference.


Statement: Our hope for the future rests in a muon collider.

Discuss.[*]


[*] I am fully aware that the vast majority of my LJ f-list are neither particle nor astro-particle physicists. Discussion is still welcome from all, whether it be silly or serious. Besides having some very educated and erudite laypeople on my f-list, I also have some very funny friends.

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Just finished reading the Spark Notes for Shakespeare's Cymbeline, in preparation for an open-air performance tomorrow evening at Glastonbury Abbey.[**] On my mind, then, are three Shakespeare-related comments:

First, with regards to Cymbeline, can I just ask one question:
What the hell is wrong with these people???

I expect that I will enjoy this play, as it is chok-full of something I dearly love -- that is to say, plot.[***] Still, with the exception of Imogen, the whole cast seems to be quite loopy. Particularly in the final scene.[****] (Maybe there's something in the water?) The king, especially, is quite daft. Who invokes war with the Roman Empire to avoid paying a tribute, wins the war... then decided to pay the tribute anyway?!?


Second, where the heck did the oft-repeated myth about how there are no strong female characters in the Bard's plays come from? Seriously?? And none of this counter argument drivel about how Lady MacBeth is the exception. Lady M ultimately proves a wuss who kills herself with guilt -- not exactly made of stern stuff. But Imogen, Rosalind, Portia... need I continue??


Third, here are gender-specific lessons that everyone should learn from Shakespeare:
  1. For the men: If somebody -- including your deranged mind -- tries to convince you that your wife has been unfaithful, relax. She isn't. Whatever you do, do not kill her. Best not to kill her unborn child, too. It is sure to be yours.
  2. For the women: If you get into a spot of trouble, disguise yourself as a boy. Doesn't matter what the trouble is, just do it. Ultimately, this will boost your IQ until you are smarter than everyone else around, allowing you to fix whatever it was that caused the problem. You may also land yourself a hot date in the process... with either (or both) gender(s).

Must run now, as there is still a fair bit on today's to-do list that needs doing before the night is over.


[*] Apologies to my gentle readers and friends to whom I owe replies and e-mails. This past week has been a bit of what my darling [livejournal.com profile] tawneypup would term "OMFGSOBUSYIWANTTOSTABMYSELF busy", so my online time has been limited. With any luck, I shall rectify this soon!

[**] In my experience, the more familiar one is with a Shakespearean play before one goes to see it, the better one will appreciate it. If I have time, I try to read the actual play in advance -- preferably with footnotes and comments in the text. Failing that, I at least read the Spark Notes to give myself a basic idea of what will be happening.

[***] Indeed, Cymbeline may have more plot than any other of the Bard's plays. Think King Lear and Othello and Romeo & Juliet and As You Like It all rolled into one!

[****] I won't even begin to get started on the bizarre cameo appearance by Jupiter shortly before this scene begins!


anarchist_nomad: (Sunset over Key West)
( May. 8th, 2009 06:18 pm)
Writing this entry on the Oxford Tube[*], whilst listening to the soundtrack from Rent. Here are some recent thoughts from the mind of your friendly neighborhood Nomad:

  • Why is it called "swine flu" anyway? I know a lot of people have a bone to pick about the media-induced hysteria over swine flu, and I agree with them. Yet my personal gripe is different. Before a month ago, when swine flu began making headlines, no one used the word "swine" to refer to real, physical animals. You might talk about metaphorical swine, and casting your metaphorical pearls before them, but no one actually ate swine, raised swine, or did anything else with swine. They were pigs. Remember way back when they were pigs? Why isn't it just pig flu?

  • From the "Rent" soundtrack:
    Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
    Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear[**]
    Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
    How do you measure, measure a year?

    In daylights, in sunsets
    In midnights, in cups of coffee
    In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
    In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
    How do you measure a year in the life?

    How about cheese?
    How about cheese?
    How about cheese?
    Measure in cheese

    Seasons of cheese
    Seasons of cheese


  • In yesterday's entry, I promised two hundred points to the person who came up with the funniest title for the contents of the post. Several people submitted suggestions. But... who should get the points? Choosing such a valuable prize is not a responsibility to be shouldered lightly... so I ask you, dear readers, for your help. Which means -- that's right -- another poll! Whoever gets the most votes wins yesterday's points! Consider it the low budget version of Nomadic Idol.

    [Poll #1396845]


So, other than these thoughts, what has the Nomad been up to? Well, last night's ringing practice at St. Giles was much fun! I rang a couple of touches of Plain Bob Minor, and they went rather well. Soon, I think, I will be ready to ring a quarter peal of this on a working bell. I am quite excited about the prospect, as I have never rung a QP on a working bell before! I also rang a plain course of Grandsire Triples for the very first (and second) time. It went remarkably well! I hadn't realised until recently how similar Grandsire Triples is to Plain Bob Minor. Basically, the plain course is a cross between PB6 and Grandsire Doubles! Speaking of Grandsire Doubles, I continued to practice touches of this method. They are still in need of a lot of work, but progress is coming. Overall, it was an excellent practice, and I left it feeling rather chuffed!

This weekend promises to be a lot of fun, too! Tonight, [livejournal.com profile] cheshcat and [livejournal.com profile] bunnypip and I are going to the Oxford Playhouse to see a performance of the The Playboy of the Western World. Tomorrow is the HAM Day games party, featuring The Shinnin'... and Sunday I take off for a week in Japan! What are y'all doing this weekend, my friends?[***]


[*] Big surprise, huh?

[**] I always wonder why six hundred of those minutes -- about ten hours -- are less dear than all the others.

[***] And if it doesn't involve coming to the HAM Day games party, why not??


anarchist_nomad: (Mailbox Madness!)
( Mar. 26th, 2009 10:17 am)
Three years ago today, I arrived in England to begin life here as an expatriate and a job at the University of Oxford.

Three years? Wow. As [livejournal.com profile] resourceress likes to say: "Time's fun when you're having flies!"

Really, though, three years? That's a fairly long time! More than half of this journal has been written since I moved to Oxford. Indeed, I have lived in seven places -- New York City, Amherst (MA), Long Island, Japan, Phoenix, Chicago, and Oxford... and, by now, I have been in Oxford for longer than I spent in half of those places! Longer than the two years that I spent in Japan and the two years that I spent in Arizona, longer than the two and a half that I spent in Chicago. Wow.

Indeed, in another year, I will surpass the four years that I spent in Amherst, Massachusetts... and if I am still here a year after that, I will have been here longer than the five years that I lived in Lawn Guyland... making Oxford second only to New York City in terms of how long I have lived in a given place. Growing up in NYC means that I spent nearly eighteen years there; I don't think it is in danger of losing the top spot any time soon.

One other item worth mentioning: Being here for three years now means that I am at the halfway point between my arrival and the point where I can apply for citizenship. Three years down, three more to go.

Almost at work now, so I'd best post this. Will try to update later tonight about what has been going on in this fairly productive week...
anarchist_nomad: (Mailbox Madness!)
( Mar. 26th, 2009 10:17 am)
Three years ago today, I arrived in England to begin life here as an expatriate and a job at the University of Oxford.

Three years? Wow. As [livejournal.com profile] resourceress likes to say: "Time's fun when you're having flies!"

Really, though, three years? That's a fairly long time! More than half of this journal has been written since I moved to Oxford. Indeed, I have lived in seven places -- New York City, Amherst (MA), Long Island, Japan, Phoenix, Chicago, and Oxford... and, by now, I have been in Oxford for longer than I spent in half of those places! Longer than the two years that I spent in Japan and the two years that I spent in Arizona, longer than the two and a half that I spent in Chicago. Wow.

Indeed, in another year, I will surpass the four years that I spent in Amherst, Massachusetts... and if I am still here a year after that, I will have been here longer than the five years that I lived in Lawn Guyland... making Oxford second only to New York City in terms of how long I have lived in a given place. Growing up in NYC means that I spent nearly eighteen years there; I don't think it is in danger of losing the top spot any time soon.

One other item worth mentioning: Being here for three years now means that I am at the halfway point between my arrival and the point where I can apply for citizenship. Three years down, three more to go.

Almost at work now, so I'd best post this. Will try to update later tonight about what has been going on in this fairly productive week...
Have now finished my re-read of The Watchmen. Two hours and twenty minutes to go until the eight o'clock showing begins.

When I finished reading this series the first time, in late 2000, I was quite shell-shocked. This time around, knowing what was coming, I was less so... though I am still disturbed by how the story plays out. I won't say more, to avoid giving spoilers.

More than ever, though, I am convinced that the film adaption is going to be utterly horrible. Sure, most people who go see it will not have read the book; they will chide those of us who have done so as being too "purist" or "close-minded" to appreciate the film. This is fairly standard fare, in my experience. Ultimately, I believe that the film cannot do the story justice because it is simply not a story that can be told in film. Not to go all Marshall McLuhan here, but different mediums have different capabilities. You wouldn't try to make a comic book version of a piano concerto -- it wouldn't work. There are things that comic books cannot convey. This is true of any medium. In this case, moving The Watchmen to film will also not work, because there are things that film cannot convey. This story is one of them.

The length of the film is a problem... but it is only part of the problem. The Watchmen tells, to various extents, the story of a great many people over the span of six decades. Some of those people are masked heroes, others are ordinary folks. To tell the tale in under three hours necessitates the removal of much of the story. Indeed, I would argue that the length necessitates the removal of most of the story. Although the main plot will, of course, be there, it is only the skeleton of the story. Without all the rest, you have a skeleton with no muscles, nerves, organs, et cetera. And what good is that?

However, even if the length were greatly increased -- a la a television mini-series -- it would still not work, I believe. There are things that you can do with comic books that you cannot do with film. Most comic books do not probe the depths of their medium, of course, and thus translate fairly easily to film. Indeed, these days many comic book creative teams are practically writing their comics as a film transcribed to page. In contrast, The Watchmen makes good use of the advantages of comic books as a medium... and, as such, is basically unfilmable.

I will update again, later tonight, after I have seen the film. It is possible that I will have to take up a knife and fork to eat some of these words. I have been wrong before: I predicted that the Iron Man film would be terrible, and ended up liking it very much! Yet, somehow, this time I do not think that I am likely to be off the mark. Iron Man, as a character, can work just fine in a variety of media. I had not expected the studios to put in the effort to produce a good story for the film, but I never doubted that it was possible to do so. For The Watchmen, we are talking about a very specific story. A most excellent story... but one that really does not work in the medium of film. My expectation is that I will say the visual effects were stunning... but the story fell far short. In a few more hours, we shall see if this prediction is correct.
Have now finished my re-read of The Watchmen. Two hours and twenty minutes to go until the eight o'clock showing begins.

When I finished reading this series the first time, in late 2000, I was quite shell-shocked. This time around, knowing what was coming, I was less so... though I am still disturbed by how the story plays out. I won't say more, to avoid giving spoilers.

More than ever, though, I am convinced that the film adaption is going to be utterly horrible. Sure, most people who go see it will not have read the book; they will chide those of us who have done so as being too "purist" or "close-minded" to appreciate the film. This is fairly standard fare, in my experience. Ultimately, I believe that the film cannot do the story justice because it is simply not a story that can be told in film. Not to go all Marshall McLuhan here, but different mediums have different capabilities. You wouldn't try to make a comic book version of a piano concerto -- it wouldn't work. There are things that comic books cannot convey. This is true of any medium. In this case, moving The Watchmen to film will also not work, because there are things that film cannot convey. This story is one of them.

The length of the film is a problem... but it is only part of the problem. The Watchmen tells, to various extents, the story of a great many people over the span of six decades. Some of those people are masked heroes, others are ordinary folks. To tell the tale in under three hours necessitates the removal of much of the story. Indeed, I would argue that the length necessitates the removal of most of the story. Although the main plot will, of course, be there, it is only the skeleton of the story. Without all the rest, you have a skeleton with no muscles, nerves, organs, et cetera. And what good is that?

However, even if the length were greatly increased -- a la a television mini-series -- it would still not work, I believe. There are things that you can do with comic books that you cannot do with film. Most comic books do not probe the depths of their medium, of course, and thus translate fairly easily to film. Indeed, these days many comic book creative teams are practically writing their comics as a film transcribed to page. In contrast, The Watchmen makes good use of the advantages of comic books as a medium... and, as such, is basically unfilmable.

I will update again, later tonight, after I have seen the film. It is possible that I will have to take up a knife and fork to eat some of these words. I have been wrong before: I predicted that the Iron Man film would be terrible, and ended up liking it very much! Yet, somehow, this time I do not think that I am likely to be off the mark. Iron Man, as a character, can work just fine in a variety of media. I had not expected the studios to put in the effort to produce a good story for the film, but I never doubted that it was possible to do so. For The Watchmen, we are talking about a very specific story. A most excellent story... but one that really does not work in the medium of film. My expectation is that I will say the visual effects were stunning... but the story fell far short. In a few more hours, we shall see if this prediction is correct.
Writing this entry from the coach to Heathrow[*], as I begin my first trip to Japan as a member of the T2K collaboration. With one exception[**], I am very excited about this trip! I have not been to Japan in over five years -- my last trip there was in August 2003!

For those Gentle Readers who do not know, I lived in Japan half-time when I was working on my doctorate. From December 1998 until August 2003, I spent six months per year there, usually in trips lasting for two to three months. In some sense, it feels like I was there so very long ago -- so much has changed since then! In other ways it feels like it was just recently. In any case, it will be very good to be there again!

There are no entries about Japan travelling in my LiveJournal [yet]. That is because, when I was last there, I did not have an LJ. Indeed, when I began this journal -- nearly five years ago -- it had been nearly six months since I had set foot on Japanese soil. Likewise, my current passport has no Japanese entry (or exit) stamps in it. My previous one had fifteen. Very glad to be about to rectify this later today!

Back in one week!![***]

ETA: (Written from the plane) It occurs to me that I shall be flying East today. Thus, when I touch down at Narita tomorrow morning, I will have finally spent time at every longitude value[****]! Cool!!


[*] Which is just as conveniently accessed as the Oxford-to-London buses. Hooray for exceedingly accessible public transportation!

[**] That being the food issue. Although I have spent about two years living in Japan, I was not a vegetarian during this time. I started transitioning from carnivore to vegetarian in October 2001. By the time of my last trip to Japan, I was a pescetarian. From what I have observed, Japan is not the most vegetarian friendly country!

[***] This first trip is a short one. There will be longer stays coming up, but I have no intention to actually live in Japan again the way that I used to.

[****] Not all today, of course, and not all from the surface of the Earth. But I still will have cumulatively flown a circumnavigation of the globe.


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Writing this entry from the coach to Heathrow[*], as I begin my first trip to Japan as a member of the T2K collaboration. With one exception[**], I am very excited about this trip! I have not been to Japan in over five years -- my last trip there was in August 2003!

For those Gentle Readers who do not know, I lived in Japan half-time when I was working on my doctorate. From December 1998 until August 2003, I spent six months per year there, usually in trips lasting for two to three months. In some sense, it feels like I was there so very long ago -- so much has changed since then! In other ways it feels like it was just recently. In any case, it will be very good to be there again!

There are no entries about Japan travelling in my LiveJournal [yet]. That is because, when I was last there, I did not have an LJ. Indeed, when I began this journal -- nearly five years ago -- it had been nearly six months since I had set foot on Japanese soil. Likewise, my current passport has no Japanese entry (or exit) stamps in it. My previous one had fifteen. Very glad to be about to rectify this later today!

Back in one week!![***]

ETA: (Written from the plane) It occurs to me that I shall be flying East today. Thus, when I touch down at Narita tomorrow morning, I will have finally spent time at every longitude value[****]! Cool!!


[*] Which is just as conveniently accessed as the Oxford-to-London buses. Hooray for exceedingly accessible public transportation!

[**] That being the food issue. Although I have spent about two years living in Japan, I was not a vegetarian during this time. I started transitioning from carnivore to vegetarian in October 2001. By the time of my last trip to Japan, I was a pescetarian. From what I have observed, Japan is not the most vegetarian friendly country!

[***] This first trip is a short one. There will be longer stays coming up, but I have no intention to actually live in Japan again the way that I used to.

[****] Not all today, of course, and not all from the surface of the Earth. But I still will have cumulatively flown a circumnavigation of the globe.


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There are several words that I have been looking for lately. Words that, I suspect, don't exist yet.

Here are some recent situations (for me) that I think merit word creation:
  • Your father's new wife is your step-mother.[*] You step-mother's daughter is your step-sister. Presumably your step-mother's mother is your step-grandmother, yes? Fine. But then what is your grandfather's new wife called?

  • When something significant begins, you mark the passage of time by noting how many years it has been since the event. This is called an anniversary. You can note an ending -- such as a death or a breakup --with anniversaries as well. But what do you call it when you mark the passage of time for the beginning of something that no longer exists. "Anniversary" does not quite seem to work, as it is almost a "phantom anniversary" if the thing in question is no more. Perhaps the word "antiversary" would be more fitting?

  • As polyamorous folks know, the opposite of "jealousy" is "compersion"[**]. It is a feeling of joy that you get from seeing your partner with another one of their partners. It is indeed a most wondrous thing and one of the benefits of polyamoury. However, what is the word that describes the feeling of joy that you get from seeing two (or more) of your partners meshing well and getting along swimmingly? A word is needed here. How about the feeling of joy that you get from bonding with your metamour?[***] These are also quite lovely benefits of polyamoury, but I know of no good word to describe them.
And on that note, my tea break is over and it is back to work for me...


[*] Hopefully not named some variant of "Jan".

[**] In the UK, "frubbly" is more commonly used. However, despite my efforts to become fluent in British English, I simply cannot bring myself to feel anything but disdain for the word. It looks like gibberish and sounds inadequate. Thus, I stick with "compersion."

[***] Possibly to make up for the sin of coining the word "frubbly", British polyamoury has the term "metamour", which means your partner's partner. It is indeed a most useful term -- certainly more graceful than "SOOSO" (Significant Other's Other Significant Other). Whilst this word may exist in some portions of the US, I have encountered nothing but blank looks when I have used it in the Mid-West and the NorthEast.


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There are several words that I have been looking for lately. Words that, I suspect, don't exist yet.

Here are some recent situations (for me) that I think merit word creation:
  • Your father's new wife is your step-mother.[*] You step-mother's daughter is your step-sister. Presumably your step-mother's mother is your step-grandmother, yes? Fine. But then what is your grandfather's new wife called?

  • When something significant begins, you mark the passage of time by noting how many years it has been since the event. This is called an anniversary. You can note an ending -- such as a death or a breakup --with anniversaries as well. But what do you call it when you mark the passage of time for the beginning of something that no longer exists. "Anniversary" does not quite seem to work, as it is almost a "phantom anniversary" if the thing in question is no more. Perhaps the word "antiversary" would be more fitting?

  • As polyamorous folks know, the opposite of "jealousy" is "compersion"[**]. It is a feeling of joy that you get from seeing your partner with another one of their partners. It is indeed a most wondrous thing and one of the benefits of polyamoury. However, what is the word that describes the feeling of joy that you get from seeing two (or more) of your partners meshing well and getting along swimmingly? A word is needed here. How about the feeling of joy that you get from bonding with your metamour?[***] These are also quite lovely benefits of polyamoury, but I know of no good word to describe them.
And on that note, my tea break is over and it is back to work for me...


[*] Hopefully not named some variant of "Jan".

[**] In the UK, "frubbly" is more commonly used. However, despite my efforts to become fluent in British English, I simply cannot bring myself to feel anything but disdain for the word. It looks like gibberish and sounds inadequate. Thus, I stick with "compersion."

[***] Possibly to make up for the sin of coining the word "frubbly", British polyamoury has the term "metamour", which means your partner's partner. It is indeed a most useful term -- certainly more graceful than "SOOSO" (Significant Other's Other Significant Other). Whilst this word may exist in some portions of the US, I have encountered nothing but blank looks when I have used it in the Mid-West and the NorthEast.


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Orange.

Tangerine.

Clementine.

Satsuma.

Mandarin.

Tangelo.

Kumquat.

Minneola.

Ugli.

I think that the English language contains more words for describing and distinguishing different types of small orange citrus fruits than it does for describing and distinguishing different types of love...
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Orange.

Tangerine.

Clementine.

Satsuma.

Mandarin.

Tangelo.

Kumquat.

Minneola.

Ugli.

I think that the English language contains more words for describing and distinguishing different types of small orange citrus fruits than it does for describing and distinguishing different types of love...
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At the moment, my current earworm[*] is Quartet: A Model of Decorum and Tranquility from Chess. This is not terribly surprising, as I have been listening to the soundtrack quite a bit in the past week and a half!

The phenomenon of earworms has long interested me. Not so much the type that I am currently experiencing; I call that the "acute earworm" when it is composed of a song that one has recently been exposed to, especially repeatedly. I am more interested in what I call the "chronic earworm" -- songs that recur as earworms, even when there has been little or no repeated exposure to the song in recent experience.

I "suffer" from a few chronic earworms. For example, Suddenly Seymour, from Little Shop of Horrors, is an excellent example of an earworm that I have inflicted shared with those around me[**] on more than one occasion.

Dear friends, I am curious about your own experiences with these enigmatic creatures. Do you also suffer from earworms? If so, please to be sharing! What is your current -- or recent -- earworm? Do you also have chronic earworms? What are they?


[*] For those gentle readers unfamiliar with the term, you can find a concise description of earworms here.

[**] Especially the denizens of the Event Horizon.


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At the moment, my current earworm[*] is Quartet: A Model of Decorum and Tranquility from Chess. This is not terribly surprising, as I have been listening to the soundtrack quite a bit in the past week and a half!

The phenomenon of earworms has long interested me. Not so much the type that I am currently experiencing; I call that the "acute earworm" when it is composed of a song that one has recently been exposed to, especially repeatedly. I am more interested in what I call the "chronic earworm" -- songs that recur as earworms, even when there has been little or no repeated exposure to the song in recent experience.

I "suffer" from a few chronic earworms. For example, Suddenly Seymour, from Little Shop of Horrors, is an excellent example of an earworm that I have inflicted shared with those around me[**] on more than one occasion.

Dear friends, I am curious about your own experiences with these enigmatic creatures. Do you also suffer from earworms? If so, please to be sharing! What is your current -- or recent -- earworm? Do you also have chronic earworms? What are they?


[*] For those gentle readers unfamiliar with the term, you can find a concise description of earworms here.

[**] Especially the denizens of the Event Horizon.


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anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Nov. 20th, 2008 07:48 am)
Random The First:Watching the sunrise over the [fairly flat] horizon as I type this. Woke up extra-early this morning[1], attempting to catch the express version of the Oxford Tube. There are only three each morning and I was shooting for the latest, but it looks like I might have missed it by a couple of minutes. In any case, the first coach after the last express bus of the day is not a bad place to be, as it is quite sparsely populated. I highly suspect that the express bus would have been much more crowded. In any case, I get to see all of today's sunlight -- the skies are clear and I have been awake since thirty-one minutes before the dawn[2]. I am very much not a morning person, but I do like sunlight. Given that it is in such short supply at this time of year, I will take the full eight hours thirty five minutes (and forty one seconds) of today's light as a silver lining for being awake so early.

Random The Second: I have a lion-butt coin! Which is to say, I received as change one of the new 20p coins yesterday. The term "lion-butt coin" originates from the lovely [livejournal.com profile] bammba_m, based on a comment that she made here. Not counting the full set of uncirculated new coins that I purchased from the Royal Mint, I now have a new version of the 5p coin (July), as well as the 1p and 2p coins (August). From 2008, I also have old versions of the 1p, 2p, 5p, and 10p coins. I find the way that the Royal Mint begins circulating coins to be odd. I always check my change for interesting (to me) coins. Even so, it is now late November and I have not yet found old-style 2008 coins for 20p, 50p, £1 and £2 denominations. Similarly, I have not yet received the new-style coins for 10p, 50p, £1 and £2.[3] Rather than add this lion-butt coin to my collection, however, I will be bringing it Stateside next month to give to [livejournal.com profile] bammba_m. It is the least that I can do, really, to show my appreciation.

Random The Third: As of right now, there have been five comments on my previous entry about ice skating. That's cool. What caught my attention, though, is that they are all from women. Now this may simply be pure chance -- the statistics are far too low to conclude anything. It is also possible that this is because I have more women than men on my f-list[4]. Still, I have noticed that ice skating seems to appeal much more to people with two "X" chromosomes. I am currently in my fifth term taking lessons at the ice rink. Usually we have six to sixteen people in a class each term. Only once was there a single other "Y" chromosome in the class[5], back in my second term (taking Level Three and Level Four at once). Also, I believe that he was there mainly to be with his partner; she left halfway through the course and, although he did finish the term, he did not return for the next one. I don't quite understand why there seems to be such a gender slant in ice skating; it is not at all intuitive to me. Still, observationally speaking, it does seem to be there. Perhaps I don't comprehend it because I really am not very well attuned to gender stereotypes.[6]


[1] Seven oh two, leaving the house at seven thirteen.

[2] Which is at 7:33am in Oxford today.

[3] Although I did see somebody else behind me in a queue with a new 50p coin.

[4] Checking my list of mutual friends now, and ignoring duplicate journals from the same person plus -- for the sake of this quick scan -- people who do not self-identify as either of the traditional two genders, I see eighty-two women and fifty-one men. That's about 5/8 women and 3/8 men.

[5] Not counting the twelve year old vunderkind who passed through our class last term. Although he does have a "Y" chromosome, I choose not to count him. Not because of his age, but because he really didn't stay in our class. In week one of the term, he was in Level One. By week two, he had joined our Level Six class. He stayed there for another week or two before the bumped him up to Level Seven. By the end of the six week term, he was in the Level Nine course. I don't see him as having been in our class so much as "passing through."

[6] I had a conversation not long ago with somebody who disagreed with me on this, citing my career in a field that is mostly male and several of my hobbies (e.g., comic book collecting) as evidence. I am not convinced, however. To me, disregarding gender stereotypes is not about shunning all activities that tend to be biased in population in favour of my gender. Nor is it about actively seeking out activities because they are favoured by the other gender. It is about doing what I want to do -- regardless of gender. There are male stereotypes that I do not fit -- I hate watching sport(s) of any kind, I cry, et cetera. There are female stereotypes that I do not fit -- I loathe shopping... and the colour pink! Similarly, there are both "male activities" and "female activities" that I enjoy. What I have a hard time understanding is why some of these activities end up containing a sizable gender split. Indeed, the gender asymmetry in ice skating, from what I have seen, is far greater than it is in particle physics!


anarchist_nomad: (Guess who?)
( Nov. 20th, 2008 07:48 am)
Random The First:Watching the sunrise over the [fairly flat] horizon as I type this. Woke up extra-early this morning[1], attempting to catch the express version of the Oxford Tube. There are only three each morning and I was shooting for the latest, but it looks like I might have missed it by a couple of minutes. In any case, the first coach after the last express bus of the day is not a bad place to be, as it is quite sparsely populated. I highly suspect that the express bus would have been much more crowded. In any case, I get to see all of today's sunlight -- the skies are clear and I have been awake since thirty-one minutes before the dawn[2]. I am very much not a morning person, but I do like sunlight. Given that it is in such short supply at this time of year, I will take the full eight hours thirty five minutes (and forty one seconds) of today's light as a silver lining for being awake so early.

Random The Second: I have a lion-butt coin! Which is to say, I received as change one of the new 20p coins yesterday. The term "lion-butt coin" originates from the lovely [livejournal.com profile] bammba_m, based on a comment that she made here. Not counting the full set of uncirculated new coins that I purchased from the Royal Mint, I now have a new version of the 5p coin (July), as well as the 1p and 2p coins (August). From 2008, I also have old versions of the 1p, 2p, 5p, and 10p coins. I find the way that the Royal Mint begins circulating coins to be odd. I always check my change for interesting (to me) coins. Even so, it is now late November and I have not yet found old-style 2008 coins for 20p, 50p, £1 and £2 denominations. Similarly, I have not yet received the new-style coins for 10p, 50p, £1 and £2.[3] Rather than add this lion-butt coin to my collection, however, I will be bringing it Stateside next month to give to [livejournal.com profile] bammba_m. It is the least that I can do, really, to show my appreciation.

Random The Third: As of right now, there have been five comments on my previous entry about ice skating. That's cool. What caught my attention, though, is that they are all from women. Now this may simply be pure chance -- the statistics are far too low to conclude anything. It is also possible that this is because I have more women than men on my f-list[4]. Still, I have noticed that ice skating seems to appeal much more to people with two "X" chromosomes. I am currently in my fifth term taking lessons at the ice rink. Usually we have six to sixteen people in a class each term. Only once was there a single other "Y" chromosome in the class[5], back in my second term (taking Level Three and Level Four at once). Also, I believe that he was there mainly to be with his partner; she left halfway through the course and, although he did finish the term, he did not return for the next one. I don't quite understand why there seems to be such a gender slant in ice skating; it is not at all intuitive to me. Still, observationally speaking, it does seem to be there. Perhaps I don't comprehend it because I really am not very well attuned to gender stereotypes.[6]


[1] Seven oh two, leaving the house at seven thirteen.

[2] Which is at 7:33am in Oxford today.

[3] Although I did see somebody else behind me in a queue with a new 50p coin.

[4] Checking my list of mutual friends now, and ignoring duplicate journals from the same person plus -- for the sake of this quick scan -- people who do not self-identify as either of the traditional two genders, I see eighty-two women and fifty-one men. That's about 5/8 women and 3/8 men.

[5] Not counting the twelve year old vunderkind who passed through our class last term. Although he does have a "Y" chromosome, I choose not to count him. Not because of his age, but because he really didn't stay in our class. In week one of the term, he was in Level One. By week two, he had joined our Level Six class. He stayed there for another week or two before the bumped him up to Level Seven. By the end of the six week term, he was in the Level Nine course. I don't see him as having been in our class so much as "passing through."

[6] I had a conversation not long ago with somebody who disagreed with me on this, citing my career in a field that is mostly male and several of my hobbies (e.g., comic book collecting) as evidence. I am not convinced, however. To me, disregarding gender stereotypes is not about shunning all activities that tend to be biased in population in favour of my gender. Nor is it about actively seeking out activities because they are favoured by the other gender. It is about doing what I want to do -- regardless of gender. There are male stereotypes that I do not fit -- I hate watching sport(s) of any kind, I cry, et cetera. There are female stereotypes that I do not fit -- I loathe shopping... and the colour pink! Similarly, there are both "male activities" and "female activities" that I enjoy. What I have a hard time understanding is why some of these activities end up containing a sizable gender split. Indeed, the gender asymmetry in ice skating, from what I have seen, is far greater than it is in particle physics!


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