Showing posts with label Over-Over-Analysis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Over-Over-Analysis. Show all posts

Friday, 27 January 2012

And Out


I've started exhaling funny.

Let me rephrase that. Repeatedly. Until every last drop of ambiguity is drained from an already bitter lemon.

I haven't started exhaling funny. I've been doing that for years. I eat, drink and breathe funny. Everyone knows that. It's on my business card. I was just using charmingly incorrect grammar. What I meant to say was:

I've started exhaling funnily.

There's no comma there. I haven't started exhaling, funnily. If I had only just started exhaling, it would be no laughing matter.

I've started exhaling funnily, funnily enough.

I don't know if this is something that happens to everyone as they get older, but over the past couple of months I've noticed that I've started doing strange, pointless little exhalations. They serve no purpose.

There are a few acceptable forms of exhalation:
  • the normal, everyday breathing out (to expel carbon dioxide and other useless gasses)
  • the exhalation after some kind of exertion - perhaps one that requires the holding of breath
  • the sigh (emotionally generated; an expression of relief)
  • a percussive release of air, to fill a silence, convey thought, or just mediate loneliness (this one is a bit like drumming your fingers on a desk, or cracking your knuckles)
But my exhalations don't fit into any of these categories.

They're certainly not normal, they aren't a response to physical or emotional stimuli, and they're not an absent-minded tick. I'm not filling a silence. Sometimes I'm in the middle of a conversation. I don't think there's any need to release that air, and it doesn't seem to be premeditated.

It's difficult to describe a breath in text, but it's something like: "PFFUSHHH".

The only thing I can think is that I'm steam-powered. But I'd be aware of that, wouldn't I? I'd be able to feel the cogs and pistons beneath my skin. There don't seem to be any. I've checked.

It could be evil spirits, I suppose. They need some time away from their host every now and then. Just to get some perspective on the world, and remind them why they're evil in the first place.

It doesn't bother me. Exhaling is, if not the least of my problems, certainly not the most. (I imagine that sentence is grammatically incorrect. Just like my placement of this bracket(.

It's just strange to have acquired a new... foible? Is it a foible? Or a quirk, perhaps?

Just something new. I thought I was set in my ways. Deeply set. Like a concrete mousse. I thought I'd settled on all my physical defects and twitches. It's refreshing, in a way. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, but a new dog might spontaneously develop a strange new habit, like savaging canoes.

My funny exhalations can become a boon. I can inflate things.

***

I've started inhaling funny.

Let me rephrase that.

Go on.

Please.

Just once. I promise.

No.

No, it won't be like last time.

I'll just rephrase it once, and then I'll be finished. It won't take long. No skin off your nose, right? Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean anything by that. It looks totally healed now anyway. Did you use some kind of ointment? Sorry. Yes, you're right, it's none of my business. Anyway, about this rephrasing...

Really? Great! Seriously, I appreciate it.

You won't regret this. I'll just rephrase it once, and then - BAM - I'm outta here! Ha ha!

I will get on with it. I was just, y'know, saying thanks, that's all.

OK. Here it is. Time for a rephrasing. This is going to knock your socks off, I guarantee it.

I've... you know, the funny thing is, I don't even know how I'm going to rephrase it! I didn't even think about it. I'm not even that sure why I was so insistent!

What? No, I...

I wouldn't say I've wasted your time. That's harsh. I think that's harsh. I'm still... let me finish - I'm still going to rephrase it, and for all you know, it might be really good. It might have been well worth it.

I've rephrased things before, and had some really positive feedback.

No.

No, I don't think I should have been more prepared. I mean, yes, that's one way to handle it. But I revel in spontaneity. Some of my best rephrasing work has come totally out of left-field.

There are people who like to plan their rephrasings, and I'm not having a go at them. They might prefer to have something ready before making any promises.

But for me - let me finish - but for me, having that self-imposed pressure is what spurs me on to create something special. There's no right or wrong in the creative process. Everyone works in their own way. I remember when I was in a rephrasal improv group in the late 90s - Rephaserhead, we were called - I...

Hang on! No, don't go! I'll just do it now. Bish, bash, bosh. Here we go. I'm going to rephrase it right now.

...

Should I repeat the original phrase? Because it was quite a while ago, and... OK, great. What I said was:

I've started inhaling funny.

Now.

Let me rephrase that:

I've started... inhaling...

fanny?


[DOOR SLAMS]

...

I deserved that.

Sunday, 24 April 2011

Maturity and Morality

I've been keeping another list of things to talk about. When I did it last time, I went on for ages. This time, there's only two things on the list:


A. words that should be used more in jokes:
fibreglass, coins


B. maturity
-
clever people argue their way out of doing the right thing


I think point A speaks for itself. And there's not a woman (or man) alive who would disagree.

Point B is a bit more nebulous.

Let's see if I can locate my train of thought. It can't be too hard to find. It's a train. It must be on tracks somewhere. Unless it's a flying train like at the end of Back to the Future III. But I don't think my train of thought would be so gaudy.

I was thinking about maturity.

People use 'immature' as a term of abuse. Being mature is seen as a goal to strive for.

Well, I don't agree. I don't think maturity is in my list of good characteristics. In fact, I'll go further and suggest that anyone who disparages someone for being immature is a boring, soulless idiot.

People generally use the term to refer to some abstract concept of 'grown-upness' that involves paying bills, drinking quality wine and never ever putting a cushion on your head and acting like a pirate.

In other words: boring, soulless idiots.

Because what is maturity really? Social development? Sophistication of thought? Pragmatism?

It's not really any of those things. It's a non-specific concept to convince people they're sensible when really they're self-deluded. If you're convinced you are mature, you're blind to the realities of being a human - which is in itself an incredibly immature mindset.

All the good qualities implicit in a notion of maturity are better served by other terms. It's good for someone to have a sense of perspective. It's good for her to have a knowledge of historical precedent. It's good for her to not be entirely governed by base emotions.

But "maturity" is a big, clumsy umbrella that encapsulated everything grey and necessary and treats the spurious, the fantastic, and the irreverent with a patronising shake of the head.

It is in fact a very childish notion. I'm sure children as they grow up are more fascinated by the concept than we are. There will be 12-year-olds you view their younger siblings with withering disdain.

"Oh, these 10-year-olds are so immature. Still watching CBeebies are you? Some of us have moved onto Horrid Henry, thank you very much,"

If I was looking for love in personal ads, and someone described themselves as 'mature' I would tough them with a ten-foot telephone pole.

So. Maturity. Poo, more like!

[A little touch of irony for any 12-year-olds reading]

But from this thought station, my train trundled towards the next stop: I'm immature. Or at least, I'm immature by the definition of those who use it pejoratively.

I read comics, I watch wrestling, I make silly jokes on Twitter, I post photos of myself making funny faces.

So maybe the real reason I deride maturity is because I don't possess it.

It can't be the case that I decided to be immature because it's a worthy characteristic. So I must have recognised it as a characteristic already in me and decided it was good because, well, I'm brilliant.

That must have been my thought process.

And it's worrying. A combination of extreme arrogance and extreme irrationality. I don't want to think I use my own traits to provide the foundation of my values.

Even if I don't believe in absolute moral truths or 'natural' goods, I would still hope that what I believe is based on something more objective than my proximity to myself.

Do I value beards because I have one? Or do I have one because I value beards?

The danger is that if you're reasonably clever (and, given that I've just identified the most awful arrogance in myself, I think I can claim to be that), you can use your powers of reason to convince yourself that things are true.

You can create convincing arguments for lots of things, which means you can justify a great deal. It might be by finding a loophole in logic, or a past example. It might be that you weigh your actions against their consequences in a certain way.

I was trying to remember why I didn't march against the war in Iraq when I was a student. It wasn't because I didn't care; it wasn't that I was in any doubt about its wrongness. But I think I managed to argue, in my own head, that the protest would be useless, that the people going were self-righteous and marching for the wrong reasons, that auxiliary causes would be tacked on and would dilute things.

Now, these things may well have been correct. They probably were correct. But it was still wrong of me not to go on the march.

And there's the scary part. If you think critically enough, you can argue your way out of doing the right thing.

In my case, all that ethical gymnastics was nothing but a clever way of rationalising my own laziness.

I think that was a big factor in making me go on the March march. I wanted to atone for my younger self's inaction.

I was so immature then...

I also justify not buying a Big Issue on the basis that it's not out of a lack of compassion that I'm avoiding it, but out of a fear of getting into a conversation with a stranger. As though that's ANY EXCUSE WHATSOEVER.

I'm sure the Big Issue-seller shivering in the sleet will be cheered up my the thought that I've been saved a bit of social embarrassment.

So after all that, we're left with two depressing thoughts.

1) My values are a projection, reflecting nothing but my own pre-existing character traits

2) I can use my intellect to evade the requirements of morality

Disturbing stuff.

But the sun is out, I'm on holiday, and I'm fundamentally an optimist (a quality I value in the external world). So let's use my intellect to make myself feel better about point 1) and self-reflexively deal with point 2).

But first, I need to go to the toilet.

***

Ah, that's better.


1) My values are a projection, reflecting nothing but my own pre-existing character traits


Of course people's values do derive in part from their upbringing, from their family, from the environment in which they find themselves.

People learn right and wrong (wrong or right) from their parents, and this informs how they see the world. In fact, there's probably a genetic predisposition for certain values to take hold.

But they also learn morality from talking to others, hearing different points of view, reading books, watching films, experiencing things independently.

[I'm probably wrong to say that people learn morality. More likely, it is constructed from all these sources.]

People are complicated. Even me. Even when I have a cushion on my head and am pretending to be a pirate.

There are lots of people that have very different moral attitudes to their family. There are some that take on morals from the church, or the state, or a particular school of thought. Upbringing is just one of many reasons for people doing what they do.

The things I value are a combination of so many different sources.

My faith in my own personality probably comes from my upbringing - my parents were very supportive and taught me to have confidence in myself.

But these values do evolve. You can see from what I wrote before that I have doubts and question myself. I'm sure most people do.

I don't think point 1) can be true because of these doubts, because of the constant flux of my ideals. The characteristics I do value the most have that status because they've withstood rigorous questioning, and have kept coming back to me as things that feel right, and that are confirmed by experience - and how I see things working in the world.

[Good grief. I need a knock-knock joke to break this up.]

So to take the maturity example. I was presumably brought up to not value maturity as much as other characteristics. I hopefully attained some of the positive elements of maturity, but didn't have much care for the whole.

So I kept reading comics.

But the notion that this was 'right' would be reinforced by encountering other people who were 'immature' whilst still being good and kind and imaginative and open-minded (all elements I do admire and aspire too).

Similarly, I probably met 'mature' people who were cold and serious and who threw around 'immature' as an insult to all those people I knew to be great.

And as I grew up, I'd also find that the people I respected and idolised - the musicians, the writers, the comedians - shared this sensibility. In fact, I can't think of any of my heroes who would see 'immaturity' as something to be ashamed of (except maybe Mark E. Smith, but he's the exception to every rule).

This doesn't mean I'm 'correct' in my opinions. But it is rational to value things and aspire to things that you see as good in the world.

It's all part of the thinking process of the rational human. Which leads too...



2) I can use my intellect to evade the requirements of morality


We've established that I can do this, and I have done it in the past.

It's probably quite a common phenomenon - you have an aversion to doing something, and you use reason to explain away any of the guilt.

But I hope that this tedious treatise shows that I don't do it without thinking about it, without worrying about it, without trying to escape it.

And in fact, most of the time the intellect is an aid to making moral choices.

I think the reason for this is that a natural consequence of rationality is empathy.

If you truly seek to understand the world, and weigh up the evidence, and come somewhere close to approaching 'truth' (or at least approaching the approach), you'll inevitably have to realise that there are other people out there, making the same blind, fumbling attempts towards truth as you are.

So whilst the intellect may allow me to avoid buying a Big Issue, if I think more clearly, it allows me to empathise - to see things from a different point of view; to view things in proportion. I recognise that despite my reasoning, I should buy the Big Issue because the inconvenience to me doesn't outweigh the inconvenience to them.

Reason allows you to interrogate the world, interrogate others and interrogate yourself.

So, in answer to point 2) - The intellect, properly employed is a greater aid to moral thinking than it is a hindrance.

And in answer to point 1) - This same intellectual reason allows you to contextualise your own morals and negotiate the tricky waters between personal preference and objective truth.

Done.

Easy.

Knock knock
Who's there?
Mr Rational
Mr Rational Who
Mr Rational... uh... Smith?
Come in.

***

I have an extremely limited readership, so every now and then I like to whittle them down to zero with posts like this.

Also, you know rationality leading to empathy? Right-wing people never take that final step.

Which is why they can rationalise immorality (like me not buying a Big Issue), they can rationalise laziness (like me not marching against the Iraq war), and they commit the fundamental failing of rationalising their own irrationality.

I escaped. I wrote this and did a knock knock joke. Let's see George Osborne do that.

***

It's a good thing I didn't go on for ages like last time.

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

I think I'd be remiss if I didn't call this entry 'Waffle'

This isn't the potato-related fun mentioned in my last post, but is potato-related. I suppose there is a rich vein of tuber goodness to be mined for laughs. (Tuber Goodness should not be confused with Cuba Gooding Jr, although I'd rather stare at a potato for two hours than watch Jerry Fucking Maguire again).



Birds Eye Potato Waffles are waffly versatile.

And they are. They are waffly versatile. But let's face it: that is damning with faint praise.

Even the most waffly versatile foodstuff isn't that versatile in the grand scheme of things. Your options with potato waffles are still fairly limited.

Grill 'em, bake 'em, fry 'em, eat 'em.

Immediately, without any further analysis, we can see that there are only four options here.

Four options does not constitute versatility. I can think of four ways to wear a baseball cap. I wouldn't say that it's a particularly versatile piece of clothing. It is still (regardless of the configuration) in essence, a hat.

One of your waffle options is 'eat 'em'.

Eat 'em?

That's not versatility! That's not a wacky alternative option! If you're producing a foodstuff, its being edible is expected. It's standard. That is a default option for any food.

"Why not try, for a laugh, eating the waffles?!"

Thanks for that suggestion. I was planning on using them as hilarious Elton John-style glasses. I was going to construct an ineffective prison cell. I was going to use it as a tiny cattle-grid so that any beef products I might be eating aren't able to escape the plate. And now you're telling me I can eat them as well? Praise the Lord! These waffles must be some kind of all-purpose super-food!

(That was sarcasm, by the way. I'm actually quite sceptical about the versatility claims made by the advert - perceptive readers may have caught that)

I can't help but wonder why they decided to market this product on the basis of its versatility, when it's not really evident. It's almost as if the product has NO OTHER APPEALING ASPECTS WHATSOEVER.

I also object to the advert on linguistic grounds. You can't completely change the meaning of a word by sticking an adjective in front of it.

"Oh, we know they're not versatile. But they are waffly versatile. That's different."

You can't start doing that. There'd be anarchy.

Try new Marlboro Lights! They're tobacco-ly good for you!

Nestle - The exploitationally ethical snack company!

They try to escape this semantic cul-de-sac by changing the slogan to 'awffly versatile' at the end. But they spell it wrong, so they can't be sued: "I'm sorry you are not pleased with the variety of cooking options presented by our waffles, madam. But it clearly says at the end of the advert 'awffly versatile', not 'awfully versatile'. As you may know, 'awffly' is actually a Welsh word meaning: 'not'."

So, all in all, I think we can agree that Birds Eye have let us down (also in the odd decision not to have an apostrophe in their company's name).

***

So Paul, I hear you saying, that was probably too much time spent analysing a ten-second advert from the eighties.

Well, you might think that. But I think I can milk the waffle-topic a little bit more. That's because I did a Google search for the product, and came up with this website.

It's a site with reviews.

Reviews of waffles.

I didn't know such things existed, but I'm delighted that they do.

I know there are reviews on places like Amazon. But these are usually for things like DVDs and books. Things that are complicated and interesting to review. These reviews might provide guidance for your purchase.

But who is looking for guidance on their purchase of potato fucking waffles? They might be versatile (although they're not, as I discussed briefly above), but they're still just waffles. Who are the people so conflicted about their grocery purchase that they're scouring the internet looking for advice? Are they going to be crippled with guilt if they feel they've spent their £1.24 unwisely?

Even if you haven't tried them before, you must have some idea what their going to be like. You're probably not expecting some kind of gourmand epiphany through the consumption of these processed food-grids. If you're on the fence, try them! Live a little! Life's too short to sweat the little things (even if the little things are greasy squares).

[Note to self: pitch new grease-based version of Hollywood Squares. Slippery celebrities answer questions, slide off the stage, break hips. Ratings.]

But the biggest problem isn't the people who read the reviews on the internet. The more interesting question is: who writes the reviews of Birds Eye Potato Waffles?

PhilT81 writes:

They really are Waffly Versatile!
Advantages: Taste, Convenience, Versatility
Disadvantages: None

There are no disadvantages. He obviously hasn't put as much thought into the versatility issue as I have. Amateur.

welshwickedone writes:

What You Get:

Each waffle is approximately 4 inches (20cm) wide, 5 inches (22.5cm) long and about 1/4 inch (1cm) thick.

I'm glad someone has taken the time to do this. It's useful for everyone. If anyone with a 3.5 inch mouth was thinking of buying some waffles and eating them whole, they'd know not to make the purchase. Good for them.

Lovin_Angel has written a fucking thesis:

The experience that led to me to buy this product was a rare one, to say the least! I was actually shopping on my own! (On your own?? I hear you say) Yes it is true. I was allowed to the supermarket without Kyrtis. This is where those of you who do not have children start frowning at the screen. Well let me tell you, that you do not know how lucky you are to be able to walk round the supermarket without a child whinging because they do not want to sit in the trolley, but then when you take them out they run riot. It is definitely one of the most stressful experiences – ever! (Except watching Top of the Pops nowadays). So, there I was wandering around in a zombie like daze staring at the products available and they looked so different to usual. That is because when I have Kyrtis with me all the products are a blur as I race round trying to shop and find my son at the same time. I was amazed at how transfixed I was by the whole ‘shopping on my own’ experience.

I don't even know where to start with this one.

Ok, I do. Kyrtis?

KYRTIS?

Her son sounds like the hero of a low-budget 80s sci-fi film.

["Oh my god! The thrusters are shot! We're going down! Who could have done this? Wait a minute! Who's that on that space-chopper?

I don't believe it! Kyrtis! You son-of-a-bitch! Kyrtis!

KYRTIS!!!" *BOOM*]

Secondly, what's her issue with Top of the Pops? Especially nowadays (I assume this was written before its cancellation)? I can understand not liking modern music, but 'one of the most stressful experiences - ever!'? Why is it so stressful? Maybe she (and I'm going to assume it's a woman) was jilted by one of the producers. Maybe she was tortured under a South American dictatorship whilst they played the theme tune. The good thing about TV, as far as stressful experiences go, is it has a handy 'off' switch which can be used at any time.

Thirdly, she responds to imaginary questions from the reader "(On your own?? I hear you say)". What kind of nutcase does that?

"Uh, Paul...?"

Quiet, you.

Anyway, that review is a masterpiece. I might have to revisit that site and see what they have to say about other products.

I should stop now, because I've written too much for any sane person to stand.

For the record, I actually quite like Birds Eye Potato Waffles. I like to dip them in engine oil, then roast them in the heat of the Earth's core.

That's the good thing about the product. Plenty of options.