Thursday, September 11, 2008
The squinty-eyed, jut-jawed handshakes which were gripped across the kitchen table that evening after we at last tumbled upon the Collins Shortened only to discover that the word 'automated' actually fulfilled the seemingly-opposing definitions defended as unassailable gospel by each hubristic generation were as meaningful as oil region peace accords, twice as tense and productive of a ceasefire over matters grammatical, syntactical and punctuational which possessed only a fraction of the tendency to longevity.
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
So much information and only one full stop! I'm in awe. But what are the two meanings of automated, and which parent were you arguing with?
ReplyDeleteWoah, easy Tiger! You've still got 19 days to go. Don't burn out too early.
ReplyDeleteHenry James come on down!
ReplyDeleteJonathon - the word hubristic could be a clue...
ReplyDeleteCrikey, son! If you could only put that mind of yours to good instead of evil....
ReplyDeleteJono - To be honest, these "discussions" come up so often that I've actually forgotten the minutia. I believe Generation 1 was campaigning for a meaning which pointed directly towards a mechanical/robotic definition, while Generation 2 was convinced that the application could be expanded to encompass more biological/philosophical occasions.
ReplyDeleteShippy - Settle down, son. You're in safe hands.
Squib - Can I just say thank you, Larry because this has been my dream to come on this totally awesome show ever since I used to wag off school early from Science on Wednesdays, Phys Ed on Thursdays and Tuesdays and Maths Fridays and Mondays just so I could catch the early bus with the weirdos from the hospital which brought me to the closer bus stop so that I could make it home in time to play Guess The Cost Of The Washer with all the audience members and cheer along with my thumbs up and down, yelling 'Swap!' and 'Stay!' and chewing my lip along with contestants as we all tried to win a vicarious car and whitegoods package so that for nine milliseconds when someone did win we could all scream and shout on the inside so that we didn't have to think about the broken fanbelts which hobbled both washer and automobile at my place which was the reason I caught the bus home early all the time anyway?
Neil - As could the phrase 'jut-jawed' ...
Kath - Never!
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ReplyDeleteoooops made a mistake, sorry
ReplyDeleteCan you repeat those sentences without taking a breath?
ReplyDeleteAutomated is me at the checkout on a bad day. The hands are making the motions but the rest of me just isn't there.
Squib - Blogger actually sends me all the comments that get posted, regardless of whether you delete them!
ReplyDeleteAnd may I say, with a slight shade of shame, that I've seen TPIR, but I'm yet to read HJ.
River - Excellent, River. Excellent. I can see you are on the side of the correct generation ...