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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Communication Breakdown

Bank holidays, don’t you just love them? We were unable to get an Internet connection all weekend; I have a suspicion that our ISP is trying to force us to move to broadband by making life unpleasant. I never realized just how addicted to the Net we are: I have spent hours upon end sitting here playing Diablo II on one computer, autodialing with the other, whilst very fifteen minutes Mrs effay has been popping her round the door asking whether we’ve got a connection yet. Still, I’ve finally got a connection this morning and it only took ninety minutes.

Except, tomorrow the effay Tactical Nuclear Unit is off on manoeuvres. Long time readers will remember the argument about the tent: We are now off to test out our existing one so that Mrs effay can prove to me that it isn’t big enough, and I can prove to her that she will never get all the stuff she wants to take into the car, let alone a bigger tent. Still the question now is will we be able to cope without computers?

I was going to write about Van der Graaf Generator this weekend, but now I’ll just confine myself to saying that the new album is really very fine. Peter Hammill’s voice is not what it once was, but it will do. There’s just over half an hour of songs and a second CD consisting of studio jams. You know how Hammill is always going on about how Vital wasn’t particularly representative of VdGG? Well this stuff sounds a lot like more like Vital than the other albums, being really rough and strident. I always liked Vital, so I’m not complaining.

Psychbloke goes for an illustrated philosophical top three of Hume, Schopenhauer, and Nietzsche. Having just charged through all the A level philosophy set texts, I had to re-read Beyond Good and Evil and, ermm, didn’t enjoy it at all. I found the whole thing rather too hysterical for my taste. Given the fact that I’ve been banging on about Nietzsche to all and sundry for years, this was rather disconcerting. Consequently, I ploughed through some more and had the same reaction. I would rather read Klossowski and Deleuze on Nietzsche than the man himself, and yet I find myself reading Kant for pleasure! I think that I must be going through some sort of intellectual mid-life crisis. Perhaps a few days out in the wilds roaming the mountains, notebook in hand, will sort me out. However, as we’re not going out of Norfolk, there’s not much chance of that.

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