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Irish Times and sexual assault

Tuesday, April 29th, 2008

The Irish Times frequently refers to sexual assault when what is denoted is rape. You can see an example in this caption of a photograph of the Austrian man who locked his daughter up.

I’m not sure why this is. Possibly there is an idea at the Irish Times that it’s unwise to deem a crime rape before it’s been proven as non-consensual in court. Perhaps there really are good legal reasons for believing this term to be preferable - I can’t think of any but I could be mistaken. What I can say, from my imperfect knowledge of both human physiology and criminal law, is that it is virtually impossible to become pregnant through a sexual assault. It is not suitable to be used as an umbrella term or euphemism as it does not include rape or penetration. So the sentence in the Irish Times report that she “[gave] birth to seven children after repeated sexual assaults by her father” is gibberish.

Other news organisations (RTE, BBC) refer to Josef Fritzl’s ’sexual abuse’. This works well in this situation but I have no bright ideas for how to fudge the word in other cases.

Speaking of plagiarism …

Monday, April 28th, 2008

I liked this time-lapse video of a cycle commute through Copenhagen so much I nicked the idea for my ride into London.

Apologies for the jerkiness of the picture - what with pot-holes and swerving through snarled up traffic it’s not as smooth a ride as Copenhageners are used to. Though the traffic was mostly okay that day, with only Prince’s St and Bank really bad (2:50 in).

This should help win over the Bible Belt

Monday, April 28th, 2008

New York Times:

Young Gay Rites

By BENOIT DENIZET-LEWIS
Published: April 27, 2008

LAST NOVEMBER IN BOSTON, Joshua Janson, a slender and boyish 25-year-old, invited me to an impromptu gathering at the apartment he shares with Benjamin McGuire, his considerably more staid husband of the same age. It was a cozy, festive affair, complete with some 20 guests and a large sushi spread where you might have expected the chips and salsa to be.

“I beg of you — please eat a tuna roll!” Joshua barked, circulating around the spacious apartment in a blue blazer, slim-fitting corduroys and a pair of royal blue house slippers with his initials. “The fish is not going to eat itself!”

Spotting me alone by a window seat decorated with Tibetan pillows, Joshua, who by that point had a few drinks in him, grabbed my arm and led me toward a handful of young men huddled around an antique Asian “lion’s head” chair. “Are you single? Have you met the gays?” Joshua asked, depositing me among them before embarking on a halfhearted search for the couple’s dog, Bernard, who, last I saw him, was eyeing an eel roll left carelessly at dog level. (At the other end of the living room, past a marble fireplace, the straights — in this case, young associates from the Boston law firm Benjamin had recently joined — were debating the best local restaurants.)

As the night went on, the gays and the straights — fueled, I suspect, by a shared appreciation for liquor — began to mingle, and before long the party coalesced into a boisterous celebration. Joshua looked delighted. And in a rare moment of repose, he sidled up to his taller, auburn-haired mate.

“Honey,” Joshua said, “we may be married, but we still know how to have a good time, don’t we?”

Interesting article, though I’m not sure about the constant use of exclamation marks and italics. Don’t straight people get those when they emphasise things?

Still got it, apparently

Monday, April 28th, 2008

ChancerWeb‘:

All great Irish satirical publications tend to live short, spectacular lives - think The Slate, Blogorrah (koff koff koff) or The Sunday Independent. Add the that list seminal and sorrily missed Irish humour blog The Evil Gerald, MIA for many moons now. An off-shoot of UCD’s College Tribune, Gerald wasn’t exactly ground-breaking - if the ‘auld Onion template ‘aint broke, etc - but it was funny. Hit and miss, for sure, but who is The Chancer to take the comedic high ground? The Evil Gerald gave us headlines like ‘JJ72/Met Eireann feud escalates’, ‘Pub conversation just like something out of Seinfeld’, ‘NI runs out of ugly, bitter women’ and the unforgettable ‘Church to replace Holy Water with Kombucha’… And for that we remain eternally grateful. Waste some time perusing their achives today, and know this: Irish satire is dead. With possible exception of TV3’s Exposé.

The Chinese had the terracotta army, we’ve got a Skoda sponge-cake

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

There’s an advert showing on TV at the moment [1] from Orange about its new price plans in which a bunch of people turn up in the desert and erect giant balloon animals representing the different options (raccoon, dolphin, mantis etc) congratulating each other all the while on their cleverness, though it doesn’t seem to me to be that much of an achievement. It’s of a piece with a trend in advertising which I’m sorry to say has caught on enough to be almost considered a genre now, so let’s give it a name - I suggest ‘The Ironic But Mawkish Festival of Pseudo-spontaneous Order’.

Basically if you’re flogging high-end consumer electronics it seems the done thing is to depict groups of either (a) sensitive trendies or (b) white-coated scientists coming together to create some colourful over-sized novelty structure or civic disturbance, each individual contributing their Own Special Talent to the grand scheme which only becomes clear when they’re all done, and all set to the sound of either plaintive nu-folk or a child singing a nursery rhyme, whichever’s more twee. The high-end advertising world appears to have gone mental for this style and is busily engaged in producing iterations on the theme, with superficial changes to setting and costumery applied to mask the dearth of creativity at work.

Orange are probably the most egregious offenders, churning out thinly disguised variations on the theme in which superficially diverse hipsters (or the entire world, yes even African children forgetting about their lack of adequate sanitation for a while) smirkingly collaborate in the kind of disruptive but whimsical behaviour which in any right-thinking society would result in a jail term or at least a severe pounding. Sony, Guinness and even fucking Skoda have gotten in on the act too, and this Honda one is so tired a knock-off I think it might have originally been intended as a spoof.

Honda should get part of the blame actually as their ad showing a Tom and Jerry-style series of minutely balanced mechanical interactions combining to no purpose whatsoever seems to have inspired a lot of the genre. The other daddy of them all is the Sony Bravia ‘bouncing balls‘ spot, which it should be said is genuinely wonderful. Both of these left the ‘creators’ out of the picture but the various copyists are keener for you to empathise so they cram their ads with either grinning tools in jeans and t-shirt or furrowed-brow boffins presumably intended to indicate that it’s okay to be a nerd as long as your skills extend to helping bake a giant cake in the shape of a car or something.

What kind of twisted sub-Jungian impulses are all these ads meant to be playing on then? Well they hit various Zeitgeisty buttons such as social networking and user-generated content, and they seek to persuade you that their products embody both play and craft, imagination and technique. But they also play on people’s insecurity [2]. Want to be seen as creative but too dull to come up with any ideas yourself? Don’t worry, buy a mobile phone and a bunch of strangers will rope you into some brilliant wheeze involving balloons, and what’s wrong with that?

[1] Can’t find it online. Why don’t companies make their ads available on their sites or YouTube or something? You’d think after spending so much money on something like that they wouldn’t try to hide it under a bushel.
[2] Though maybe I always think this because I’m insecure? No, it’s everyone else that’s wrong.

It would want to be free.

Friday, April 25th, 2008

Navan singleton?

Woo! Spring Break!

Friday, April 25th, 2008

Spring Break are an ’80s covers band in Dublin.

Check out their descriptions of their songs and also their promo videos.

More like ‘brilliantly annoying’

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008

deputydog posts this list of ten ‘annoyingly brilliant’ office interiors. Mebbe I’m just bitter at having to work in a glass testicle, but gorgeous as some of them might be[1] I’m not sure it’d be all that great to have your workplace divided by a vast concrete table a la the Mother premises in Shoreditch (gee, of all places).

It does amuse me to think that Conor could end up working here, however.

Bets on how long before he goes postal?

[1] and some are hideous - Red Bull, I’m talking about you

Now that’s what I call a word of the day

Thursday, April 10th, 2008

Take THAT, ‘perspicacity‘.

Significant dates in American history

Tuesday, April 8th, 2008

This outfit of Celtic-Punk guys from the US are touring Ireland and, er, Denmark at the moment.

Check out the T-shirt on the band member on the left

1916 Ireland

It reads “1916 Ireland”. He wears it like iron.

Why 1916, precisely? It was after all the year of a failed, unpopular, botched rebellion.

Why not some other significant date in the development of the Irish republic?

1845-1849: Indigenous population become increasingly picky about their food
1913-14: The Dublin Lockout
1921: Partition, as decided in the Government of Ireland Act 1920
1922-23: Irish Civil War
1937: The constitution is adopted
1970: Dana Rosemary Scallon wins the 1970 Eurovision Song Contest with All Kinds Of Everything

False positive

Monday, April 7th, 2008

I saw this story in the Daily Mail last Tuesday

How a home in the suburbs can add 12 years to your life

A home in the suburbs can add 12 years to your life, a startling new council study has found.

It found that people in middle class estates on the outskirts of a market town can typically expect to live until they are nearly 90.

But those on the council estates closer to the centre of the same country town are likely to die before they reach their late 70s.

The two districts with notably different life expectancies for their residents lie on different sides of the same road in Ivybridge, Devon.

Those with homes in the Woodlands district, where most property is privately owned and incomes are buoyant, can expect to live for 88.8 years.

But neighbours living on the other side of Cleeve Road, in the Central district of the town, can only expect to live until they are 76.5.

That sounds pretty silly. But there’s more!


Olive Peters, 70, who lives in the Woodlands side of Cleeve Drive, can expect to live approximately 12 years longer than neighbour Mike Stebbing, 68, who’s on the Central side

The gap in quality of life between people separated by just one street brought surprise among some of the town’s residents.

Barry Jury, 56, who lives on the Central side, said: “I’ve just lost twelve years of my life. I’m devastated.

“Perhaps I should see if anyone else on the other side of the road wants to swap houses.

“The weird thing is a lot of the homes on my side are full of old people.”

It’s at this point that I think “Yeah, nice try, Daily Mail, but I know an April Fool’s joke when I see it”. Clever, though, mixing up classic Mail themes like suburban paranoia, sly digs at the welfare state and good old schadenfreude.

Then today I saw the same today story in a housing magazine. And a Google search turned up this. Crumbs.

Charlton Heston

Sunday, April 6th, 2008

Time to get that rifle, I suppose. But it’d be a shame if Chuck was only remembered for the NRA and “Get your paws off me you dirty ape!”. He was a thoughtful and adventurous star and his participation made a lot of un-viable projects viable, most notably getting Orson Welles picked as the director of Touch of Evil. If Orson Welles was a fan and a friend of his, that’s good enough for me. The excellent Wellesnet has an appreciation including interesting extracts from Heston’s published diaries.

Annals of the Somewhat Amusing, Part II

Friday, April 4th, 2008

A car near Christchurch, earlier.

It’s not a bumper sticker. It’s just common sense.

Annals of the Somewhat Amusing

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Thank you, internet, for bringing us America’s worst property listing pics. Much to delight the senses there, but I thought this one had a timeless simplicity:

Back again, maybe

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

From somebody supposedly called Annie in the comments.

Should I kill myself today? An Analysis:

PROS:
1. Nothing left to look forward to
2. Everyone I care about grows to resent me eventually
3. Less cute with each passing year
4. No other bright ideas for ending current relationship
5. Squandered education and stuck in crappy job

CONS:
1. Kinda nice outside
2. Curious about next episode of Battlestar
3. Still skinny
4. Could theoretically encounter opportunity to save kitten.
5. Haven’t quite completed “Revenge” to-do list
6. FAFBLOG IS BACK!!!

Thanks for tipping the scales, guys.

Funny how you get more right wing the further North you go

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

If only everything my mother had excitedly pointed out to me on our trip to Ikea Belfast had been this interesting.

Yes, that’s right, the new thing that’s a thing is having two stacks of The Fountainhead in Swedish adorning your sideboard.

Other things my mother deplored during our three-hour visit: tiny shopping trolleys for children, system governing coffee purchases.