The end of the Latin-alphabet monopoly left me feeling… disappointed. I’ve nursed for some time the silly hope that the predominance of English on the Internet would pave the way to a kind of World Peace. The sort of world where people all knew, to some extent, English. The sort of world where people all were united, kind of, under the banner of the Internet. And now the floodgates to greater fragmentation have been opened.

This could be like opposing Luther’s translation of the Bible into German.

Pessimism isn’t necessarily the opposite of optimism.

Why are you so damn happy?: It’s not a matter of becoming sadder. It’s a matter of becoming more realistic. And asking: What is actually happening in the world? How can we work to fend bad things off?

- Barbara Ehrenreich, author of Bright-Sided.

Runaway Jury made me quite sick. Secondhand Lions made me laugh, and not in a good way. Bucket List made it to my list of movies to avoid. But Happy-Go-Lucky was good.

I scored 108/120 for the TOEFL!

90%!

In all modesty, I did study a bit.

You may have noticed how stale this blog has been getting and thought to yourself, can he actually be busy? is he dead? The answer to those questions, respectively, is yes and no. I’ve been wondering seriously whether I should continue blogging. Is there anything I have to say that a thousand other guys haven’t already said? No. Am I really that interesting? Er. Do I need the exercise? That, I think, is yes. Conclusion: I shall continue blogging. Popular demand has nothing to do with it.

I took the TOEFL the other day. Yes, college is on my horizon at last. Who has yet to tell me something important about the admission process? I wouldn’t want to leave anybody out. Now’s your chance. I’m trying the States. Local colleges are a last resort. I may have low standards, but at least I still have standards.

Turns out my ship experience has a chance to resurface from the depths of memory this week. I’ve been asked to deliver a talk about it at a Buddhist center. How Christian can I go? Should I? Would I? I look forward to it.

I’ve lost almost every trace of enthusiasm I once had for Muse. And this was long before their latest album (can I call it pretentious?). This change is sad but interesting. I really like Bowerbirds now.

So Steven Levitt has a new book coming out! I can’t wait to interrupt conversations with, but what Steven Levitt says is…

Where The Wild Things Are is coming soon!

“Hey, you’ve got to take a look at this.”

“What, what is it?” She peered over his shoulder at his laptop.

“This post – this guy’s blog post – geez, you’ve got to take a look at this.”

She scanned the text quickly, efficiently.

“Wow. The insecurity level here is amazing.”

“I know! Can you believe it?”

“You’ve got to admit, it’s kinda sorta smart too. Kinda. Right from the get-go this guy’s been deprecating, no, been damned brutal, about what he’s writing in the hope that by committing suicide nobody’s going to bother to kill him.”

“What a loser. Criticism doesn’t work that way.”

“Exactly. Nothing more fun than flogging a dead horse.”

“Oh, and check out what he’s hiding behind: irony!”

“I beg your pardon,” she frowned, seriously, “I don’t see any irony at all.”

“Come now, can’t you see he’s trying to divert attention from that poorly constructed plot by means of an incongruity between situations developed in the story that are understood by the reader but not by the central characters?”

“He’s good.”

“Hell, yeah.”

“And look at how he’s trying to dazzle us with words. That bugger’s doing everything possible to drown out those sad caricatures of real people with words. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer stories that voir dire.”

“What?”

“Wikipedia it.”

“I’ll bet you don’t even know what that means.”

“Sticks and stones.”

“Or how to use that term in proper context.”

“May break my bones.”

“Like Captain Shakespeare over there.”

“Hey, that hurt.” She pointed her finger at the screen accusingly. “At least I know wit when I see it. This bum can’t seem to tell the difference between wit and verbal diarrhoea.”

“Define wit.”

“The power to evoke laughter by remarks showing verbal felicity or ingenuity and swift perception especially of the incongruous.”

“Does he have it?”

“I have no idea. Did you laugh when you read it?”

“Chuckle?”

“Giggle?”

“Snigger?”

“Certainly not roll about on the floor with laughter?”

“Certainly not.”

“God, I should hope not.”

“Smile to myself maybe?”

“Maybe.”

“Likewise.”

“Yeah, well, then I’m going to have to go with verbal diarrhoea.”