levity and other -ities


Some while ago, inspired by this post of Orwell’s Picnic, I invested a considerable amount of money in a box set of Star Trek – The Original Series, and never looked back. A minor irritant, however, was that I could only receive the delivery of the DVDs in person, showing my ID, because they were age-restricted (cue the hassle of making an appointment with the delivery service, getting up in the early morning on Saturday, and the embarrassment of signing for age-restricted DVD  packed in discrete brown envelope…)

This week I watched the one (!) episode out of 79 that earned the whole lot an ‘age 16 rating’ in Germany (nothing but definite p**n gets anything worse here, according to my -  admittedly extremely limited – knowledge).

It is this:

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Patterns of Force. The Enterprise is looking for a historian who was sent to observe a primitive civilization, and who, as it turns out, was so appalled by the Ekosians’ local squabbling that, non-interference directive or not, he decided to do something about it, though, to put it mildly, not with the best historical judgement.

Not to get me wrong: the episode may be in rather bad taste and has a number of glaring faults. One is the fact that most of the characters believe the National Socialist state was an efficient, though psychotic and evil, one, which is of course utterly wrong (Albeit, apparently, an opinion that was held at the time in the States [add Star Trek fandom source I am too lazy to look up here]). Another one is that if the generally kind and good historian (Gill, I think) just wants to copy what is good (?) about the Nazis, why does he import symbology, troop types and the like wholesale?

Still, from there on, it is pretty much ‘Some anvils have to be dropped‘. The Space Nazis are probably the most unalloyedly evil evil guys in the whole of TOS. First thing we see is them battering an apparently harmless civilian in way as brutal as not otherwise shown in TOS normally. The absolutely pacifist ethnic group to be eliminated (from a neighbouring planet with the best of intentions and behaving nobly throughout) come from the planet Zeon, and have names such as Abrom, Isak and Davod. The Space Nazis, leaving dying people in the street and mocking them, plus preparing wholesale annihilation of the Zeons both on their own and the Zeons’ home planet, are also rather foolish: easily taken in by the valiant resistance double agents, and enthusiastic about the meaningless aggressive catchphrases Gill, now a mindless drugged puppethead of an evil Second in Command, spouts out. Probably the least attractive evil guys in TOS, IMHO.

So what we get is Kirk and Spock, after escaping from their prison cells, running around in SS uniforms to save the day by deceit, the morbid fascination about watching them doing this lying in the utter opposition of what they and these uniforms stand for. O.K., there is the rather blue-eyed ending assuming that Gill dead and the whole madness unmasked, everyone will be reasonable again (but then again, that was about the hope of the Stauffenberg assassination attempt, and oh if it just would have worked!).

The fact that the episode was not shown in German television until decades after the original airings, and then late at night (if ‘in rather bad taste’ was a criterion, what about ‘The Empath‘?), should elucidate to non-Germans the depth of the German National Trauma, that allows none but the most chest-beating reference to 1933-45, no fun made about that period, nor any light entertainment, be it ever so obvious about who the really, really bad baddies are. Just so that you think before you make you next Nazi/Hitler joke while we are listening.

ChocolateLong-time readers having stated their dissatisfaction  about the increasing seriousness of this blog and the preponderance of hardline doctrinal posts, coupled with the absence of shoe-post and the like – and given that even an unnamed male person did express some concern about the increased ‘blokishness’ of Laodicea – it seems I must try and rectify this to some extent in the future.

So here my first attempt:

Given it is Lent, some of us may – as a side effect – be living more healthily than during the rest of the year. Probably female are more likely than male Catholics to have given up chocolate, sweets and the like, and may be suffering from scruples about their side thought that, in addition to being a good and pious thing to do, this will result in them loosing weight, and thus be partly motivated by vanity. The good news: As I have just heard (as a scientist I should check if there is actually empirical evidence for this, but I am lazy, so I won’t) if you are eating lots of unhealthy, sugary and fatty things for a while, your body becomes unable to absorb all the nutrients of the more healthy stuff you eat. As a consequence, as soon as you cut out these unhealthy things, you may well gain, instead of loose, weight. Which makes your fasting really a spiritual, not a self-seeking thing.

From another perspective, the message would seem to be that the more unhealthy the food you eat, the more you can eat of it. So at the end of Lent…

Even Aelianus would not go so far in his irrational prejudice against German wines.

Seen last year in the glossy magazine of the Nanjing-Shanghai express by jet-setting me.

Seriously not.

In my quest for intellectually unchallenging reading matter, suitable for flushing one’s brain after a whole day’s thinking, I recently came upon Isaac Asimov’s Foundation novels. For a science fiction novel (or probably for any modern novel), there was pleasingly little of sex and violence to mar my enjoyment of the plots, even though, ideologically, the books are of cause utterly unsound. I was quite amused by the author’s early 1940s enthusiasm about nuclear energy and faith in sociology. In the story, a central role is played by the science of psychohistory, defined by Wikipedia (is there any pop culture item without a Wikipedia entry?) as “a fictional science i[...] which combines history, sociology, etc., and mathematical statistics to make general predictions about the future behavior of very large groups of people”. The founder of this science uses it to predict with statistical probabilities the course of history and the incidence of crucial crises for a foundation established at the fringe of the galaxy over a course of 1000 years.

A helpful plot device, but somewhat risible, I thought. Something that people are actually trying to develop, according to Nature.

From the Purple Lady in the parish “Team of Neighbourly Help”, which is sort of a branch of Caritas. I think.

3 glasses plain flour

1 glass icing sugar

4 eggs

3/4 packet of margarine or butter [(250g/4) x 3 =  187 1/2g]

Fruit (any kind – raw if raspberries or strawberries or plums, chopped and lightly cooked if apples)

Mix the flour with 4 yolks and 1/2 glass of icing sugar. Layer the dough on your baking tray/tin (lined or greased) and stab it all over with a fork. Bake till golden.

Add a layer of fruit.

Beat the whites and remaining sugar till stiff, add on top of the fruit, and bake till golden.

I don’t have a piccie, so here’re two examples of  Nigella Lawson’s Guinness cake recipe, which also appears to be idiot-proof.  They look a) burnt b) like wet peat hags, but they are neither, and very tasty.

Last weekend I went to a retreaty type of thing which (for lack of locally available religious houses) took place in a secular guesthouse. The shallowness of my mind is revealed when I say that the fact that confessions were heard in room 007 amused me greatly.

A supermarket which I , for lack of locally available alternatives, patronize, has adopted a rather silly, and, if I may say so, not entirely fortunate campaign on the general lines of ‘Every day a bit better.’ To my simple mind this suggests one is starting rather low down to keep one’s options open (ironically, this is rather fitting for the particular store I know). This is varied, according to shopping sections, to ‘Every day a bit hotter’ (with a picture of peppers in the fruits and veg section) or ‘Every day a bit more sparkly’ (with a picture of champagne in the wine section). What intrigues me is the ‘Every day a bit more up-to-date’ one in the newspaper section. If I wait long enough, will I be able to learn tomorrow’s lottery numbers?

When happening to grab one of the older editions of the ‘Gotteslob’  (Catholic hymn book in the German-speaking dioceses) that has no glued-on little 1996 line changes, to sing ‘brothers’ and ‘sons’ with impunity, whatever more-or-less-ingenious politically correct substitues the current 1996 version offers.

And in regards to people calling you an extremist, I didn’t say that but I expect their definition of extremist would mean someone who put religion before all other things in their life, folllowing it so closely as to affect their personal choices and decisions and restrict their daily life even if it goes against the what is right for the individual or normal and healthy in the society in which they live. It also would probably include preaching about it strongly to people and believing it is the only right way to live.

A Catholic blogger quoting something written to her on a forum of some description.

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