Archive for December, 2009

Abracadabra Shazam

December 23rd, 2009

Note: any resemblance to real events is purely coincidental
sorcerer's apprenticeOnce upon a time, in a far and distant land, there was a group of people who were born different. They were usually recognized by slightly impaired social skills, a disregard for fashion, and magical abilities. Their talents, and differences, appeared from a young age, setting them apart.

In effect it made them loners. However, their unique talents also allowed them to create things. An enlightened monarch of the time, who needed help in a war with a neighbour, had a group of them brought together and funded. They discovered how to layer spells to obtain a scrying network, that allowed them to contact each other.

This was a blessing, because they could finally communicate with people who were just like them. They took the insult ’sourcerer’ that had been thrown at them by scornful and envious people, and turned it into a badge of honour. They found comfort in each other’s company and in creating new and complex rituals together.

After a while, though, a strange thing happened. Some sourcerers, being at the right place at the right time, became successful and immensely rich. As a result more and more people wanted to emulate them. The sourcerers of old had created many layers of magic. It was no longer necessary to master them all to access minor spells. Many people could produce tricks, sparks, rabbits and flowers, or had somehow acquired powerful artefacts, and could now, too, perform magic ! So they called themselves ’sourcerer’ too.

The original sourcerers were incensed. These new sourcerers were outrageously normal. They were the very people who had excluded them before for looking frumpy and knowing the powers of two ! How could a prettyboy who could draw swirls and windows in the air, or a vain girl waving a pretty wand pretend to wizardhood !

As a reaction, the sourcerers of old withdrew to older circles of the scrying network. They exchanged secret signs and tokens of recognition, so that they would know they were amongst equals. They started to shun gatherings of new sourcerers, and tended to meet up only in certain prearranged locations. And they started looking for a new name.

Auld Lang Syne

December 12th, 2009

time eaterOh dear. We’re once again approaching that time when everybody feels compelled to summarize the last year, or to play at being a garden-variety Nostradamus. As in last years, I might just do a prophylactic ‘Mark all as read’, and leave it at that.

This year, I fear this will be worse than ever: We’re changing decade. This means we (or the media) will need new vocabulary. What will we call 2000-2009 ? It’s easy for decades 20 to 90, but for 0 …

It’s fairly moronic to view a decade as a block – almost as moronic as the whole ‘generation’ business – time, and reproduction, is continuous after all. Yet for the sake of simplicity we throw together disco and the vietnam war and call it the seventies. But hey, we love simplification, it allows us to feel wise and in control.

Time to choose a name, then. Remember, this is a label we’ll hear for the next fifty years (after which i probably won’t care), or until mandarin or hindi overtake english. Candidates so far:

  • the oughts
  • the oughties (variant of the above with obligatory -ies to fit in with what came before)
  • the noughties: bad pun alert
  • the 2000s: too millenial, fits 2123 just as well and lacks pizazz too.
  • the resets ? ‘the start of the century’ ? …

What’s your vote ? Other options ? We can take bets on it and see what comes out on top.

Caution: sharp

December 5th, 2009

Life is edge. There is no experience worth living that doesn’t include the risk of pain.
And that’s a problem. Evolution has conditioned us to protect ourselves, physically and emotionally, to survive.

And as time passes, it gets worse. Do you remember how you used to jump from trees, do the weirdest things with your bike, dive from great heights – without any hesitations ? Dive into friendships and relationships, too, driven the need for companionship or hormones ?
We experience pain, we grow scars, and they put big red danger arrows on things around us.

We have more to lose, composure-wise. Where feeling off-kilter was a way of life for the first 20 years or so, now we have refined an attitude that gets us through the day and works for our contacts with others. We master indifference as an art form, shielding our desires from ourselves, shunting off thoughts and people that come dangerously close.

The most interesting people are often the ones that keep the ability to jump. They don’t have an easy time of it, oh no. One thing they don’t do is stand still. They don’t hesitate to expose themselves, again and again, at the risk of getting hurt. It takes a peculiar kind of madness, or courage, to do this.

I think it’s time for me to try for exposure mode again. This shell that’s sheltered me through the last year, it also keeps me locked in, and I feel myself growing stale in there. OK. Saying it was easy, doing it is harder.

and a good old classic with that:

Darkness is upon us

December 1st, 2009

cloudsThere we are again – close to the darkest day of the year.
The weatherman has decided to contribute: the sneaky peeks the sun throws us are hidden by layers of damp woolly clouds. And rain, drizzle, downpour, smur smir (scottish) and more rain.

On the bright side, it’s the right time for:

  • writing dark and twisted novels full of psychopaths
  • wearing all the knitwear in the wardrobe, and then some
  • preparing rich foods to train for the festivals ahead
  • switching on that extra lamp or two (eco guilt included)
  • feeling depressed and entitled to, because it’s dark after all – much harder to justify gloom in the summer
  • snuggling away with multiple duvets and a cup of tea
  • dreaming of hibernating on the other hemisphere

Well, tempus fugit, and before we know it it’ll be march again.