I don’t want to even think about how much C4 I can strap to my legs and walk through your magnetometers.
Bruce Schneier, in an interview with Kip Hawley, head of TSA (April, 2007)
I don’t want to even think about how much C4 I can strap to my legs and walk through your magnetometers.
Bruce Schneier, in an interview with Kip Hawley, head of TSA (April, 2007)
The day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the Supreme Being as His father, in the womb of a virgin will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter.
Thomas Jefferson, in a letter to John Adams, April 11, 1823
You’d think I would learn to act my age. Last night the wife and I attended a concert where I’m quite sure we were the oldest people in the whole joint. It was loud, it was non-stop electro/dance/hip-hop. We were dressed to party, and we did! We took it easy on the alcohol which was good since it was an hour drive home after the concert was over. No, we didn’t even try the after-party. We also forgot our ear plugs, so my ears are still ringing twelve hours later.
So – learned our lesson, right? You would think I woke up this morning full of regret, ready to spend the day listening to classical music (if any) and reading a book, right?
Well, no. Actually I spent the morning drinking coffee and editing and uploading video clips that I took last night. When I finally got around to making breakfast around 1:00pm I put on my favorite Pandora station based on a song from one of our favorite artists, LMFAO. Specifically, the station is based on “I’m in Miami, bitch!” And as I started working in the kitchen the new song from Kesha came on, “Tik Tok.” I just love that song. I turned it up. I danced.
So evidently we have not learned any kind of lesson here regarding acting one’s age. If anything it has encouraged us. I like dancing to a hot groove. So sue me.
Act your age if you want. Wear short pants and tennis shoes with knee-high black dress socks if you want. Long for the days of Elvis and Frankie Valli if you want. I’ll stick with head-banging club tracks, wine, cigars and acting a fool. Why?
Cuz thas’ how I roll!
So this morning I’m posting a recap of a recent trip to Big Bend on my favorite astronomy forum, and I did something bad. VERY bad. I used the word crap! Yes, that’s right, that evil vulgar word crap. I know it was bad, because the forum has a built-in automated censor function to prevent bad words from being seen by innocent cherubic youth so as to not corrupt them and send their souls to hell. And it took the word ‘crap’ and replaced it with “*BLEEP*”
I was so surprised and irritated by this that I determined to finally write this piece on the topic of curse words and semantics. Of course this required a bit of research but here I am, 150 Google searches and four hours later, finally getting it all out of my system. As it turns out, we can blame the fucking Puritans!
Evidently, back in the day (1500’s) it was quite common for people to take the concept of an official oath (like when kings or officials were ‘sworn in’) and use it in every day vernacular. It was their version of “I swear on a stack of Bibles” or “swear on me mother’s grave.” It was simply a way to add veracity to your statement. Eventually it became so common as to be thrown in to a conversation whether or not the audience was likely to believe your comments or not. Things like “by the wings of a goose.” But originally oaths were very solemn and were for the purpose of calling on God to witness an event or statement. And of course who would ask God to witness something if they weren’t serious about it, right?
And then the Puritans showed up and were righteously indignant about the deplorable state of English speech. Casual use of oaths was extremely offensive to them and they proceeded to harass at length anyone who dared to use them in their presence. They became so annoying that they were lampooned in many a play, including those written by William Shakespeare. They were generally portrayed and perceived to be obnoxious and hypocritical. And that really hasn’t changed to this day when it comes to the average conservative, fundamentalist religious person.
And just like today they were loud enough and persistent enough to have an effect. People began ‘mincing’ their oaths so that they could continue the same pattern of speech while not offending the Puritans. And for the most part, it worked. So instead of saying “Jesus Christ” you could say “cheese and rice” and Puritan anger was assuaged. Never mind the fact that you were still thinking “Jesus Christ” in your head, and that your audience was too. Your intentions were never the target of the Puritan ire, only the words. And the fact that minced oaths were mostly acceptable reinforced the hypocrisy of the Puritan. And so it is to this day.
So that’s how we end up with concerned parents being satisfied with the removal of the letter ‘k’ from a song that would otherwise say “if you seek Amy.” Now the alliteration is “F-U-C-A Me” instead of “F-U-C-K Me.” Oh good, everyone is happy now since their kids won’t be singing a bad word spelled out. Never mind the fact that the rest of the song is about forbidden lesbian love, we censored the bad word.
The bottom line is that our entire concept of ‘forbidden words’ in the English language stems from the original Puritanical attempt to keep oaths sacred. It is all about semantics and religious, pious hypocrisy and it pisses me off to no end. I will have none of it, and if it offends you then you are an idiot and you can go feck yourself. See? I did it again. I just told you to fuck yourself but since I used the euphemistic version of the word, you won’t be offended, but you should be! Because I said something offensive. No, you’ll just be upset because I use naughty words, never mind that I insult you personally. Why?
Because you’re a fucking idiot.
For in writing, the having-done outlasts the doer.
Christopher Cokinos – The Fallen Sky
You can read all about it here.
Personally, I think he’s given perhaps *too much* attention to these rubes, Mooney and Kirshenbaum, don’t you?
Psychiatrist Humphrey Osmond was an early experimenter with LSD. He gave mescaline to the author Aldous Huxley in 1953. In subsequent discussions Osmond attempted to come up with a name for the effect that LSD had on the mind. Huxley made his suggestion in the form of a rhyme:
To make this trivial world sublime, Take half a Gramme of phanerothyme
Osmond ended up going with a different word, and informed Huxley of it in similar fashion:
To fathom hell or soar angelic, Just take a pinch of psychadelic.*
There. Hope you feel informed.
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* [From the NIH web site]
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