Saturday, 12 June 2010

Tradition

One generation treading on the toes of its predecessors — that’s what tradition means.
— Alan Bennett 'Forty Years On'

Friday, 11 June 2010

Police

There is nothing more unæsthetic than a policeman.
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 'The Sign Of The Four'

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Original Dark Intelligent Television

Psychoville
The League Of Gentlemen
Human Remains
Marion And Geoff

Magic

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

— Nick Drake 'Northern Sky'

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Military Service

You fought in a war for me, you mug!
— Alan Davies

Letters To The Editor

I'm so worried about what's happenin' today, in the Middle East, you know. And I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow. I'm so worried about the fashions today, I don't think they're good for your feet. And I'm so worried about the shows on TV that sometimes they want to repeat. I'm so worried about what's happenin' today, you know. And I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow. I'm so worried about my hair falling out and the state of the world today. And I'm so worried about bein' so full of doubt about everything, anyway. I'm so worried about modern technology. I'm so worried about all the things that they dump in the sea. I'm so worried about it, worried about it, worried, worried, worried. I'm so worried about everything that can go wrong. I'm so worried about whether people like this song. I'm so worried about this very next verse, it isn't the best that I've got. And I'm so worried about whether I should go on, or whether I should just stop. (pause) I'm worried about whether I ought to have stopped. And I'm worried because, it's the sort of thing I ought to know. And I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow. (longer pause) I'm so worried about whether I should have stopped then. I'm so worried that I'm driving everyone 'round the bend. I'm worried about the baggage retrieval system they've got at Heathrow. 
  — Monty Python 'I'm So Worried'

Monday, 7 June 2010

Why Humans And Chimps Belong To The Same Genus

Humans (Homo sapiens sapiens) and the two chimpanzee species (Pan paniscus and Pan troglodytes) are more closely related to each other than horses are related to donkeys.
Horses and donkeys are of the same genus, Equus.

If more distantly related species like horses and donkeys form a single genus, so too do more closely related species like humans and chimps.

This means that all extinct species that share a common ancestor with humans and chimps, including Australopithecines, also belong to the genus that includes humans and chimps.

Genera and species are biological categories, and biological categories are defined on biological criteria only. The allocation of humans and chimps to different genera derives from the mythological tradition of the West — the three Abrahamic traditions that actually go back to Zoroaster of Persia — which separates humans from the rest of Nature, which it sees as 'fallen'.

Standards

Standards always ARE out of date!
That's what makes them STANDARDS!
— Alan Bennett 'Forty Years On'

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Genius

Solitude is better for weeding out ideas than for creating them. Genius is the summed production of the many …
— Edward O. Wilson