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Pilites, pronunciation and origin of Pinko's disease
A few of the UKRAinians who wrote to my mailbox have apparently been
lurking on RAT because they want to know what "pilites" is and how it is pronounced. Prononunciation: Pie-lie-tees. Say it quickly as pile-eye-tees and you have the origin as well. Origin: A Russian once screamed in my face that I was "a spiked ball in the haemorrhoids of the bolshi cheroy," the big bosses, colonels and generals, who in turn were a spiked ball in his own, etc, etc. Since the only Russians I knew were always red in the face and always shouted at me, and since my command of Russian when shouted from an inch away in an abominable Ukrainian accent is not too hot, and since I therefore misunderstood him to refer to boils on his bum, I took it for a joke and laughed. But he was so ****ed off he nearly ordered the soldiers poking rifles in my back to shoot me there and then. When I saw how the thought of people enjoying themselves listening to music made by tubes hurts poor old Pinko Presumptuous, Pinkerton the Bolshi Cheroy (literally, Big Boil), it is hardly surprisng that the image came naturally to mind of that Russian's superiors kneeling behind him and drilling with a spiked ball in his... okay, okay, we'd better leave it there. Pinko is red in the face and shouts at me all the time like I am a class enemy just for persuading a few of the tranny faithful-- so sorry, I mean commie commanders to come over to the side of righteousness and light and hedonism. HTH. Always happy to spread culture around the nations. Andre Jute A ballot box in one hand, a vacuum tube in the other PS Cowboy, didn't you say you were a Russian? Give us a transliteration for the quote above so I can render it in proper Russian in a book I'm writing. |
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Andy Evans quoted Stapledon, 1939:
he is able to communicate to his public not merely certain ideas, dried and salted and conveniently packed, but a potion which may transform their whole attitude to life. Thanks, Andy. There are fewer opportunities now to transform attitudes and lives than when I was young and full of spunk, when society had real enemies. But, thank God, the potion of tube-related music is still within my grasp. Andre Jute Zero tolerance for the enemies of fidelity Andy Evans wrote: "Propaganda literature" must be distinguished from mere propaganda, in which there is nothing significantly creative. The writer of mere propaganda is concerned simply to popularize facts, ideas, and emotions with which he is familiar. He uses cliches and slogans to produce the desired effect on the minds of his public. The cause which he is serving may happen to be good or bad, momentous or trivial. Of course efficient propaganda in a good cause does produce a development of experience in the public, and is therefore in a sense creative. But in the writer himself, it is not an expression of developing experience, and the activity of producing it does not further develop his experience. However well he does his job, he is merely using sound advertising technique. But in propaganda that is literature the idea to be propagated is still alive and growing in the writer?s own mind. It is a creative influence irradiating and transforming his experience. He is dominated by it, possessed by it. It is a growing shoot which ramifies through his mind. And since he has also an aptitude for verbal expression, he is able to communicate to his public not merely certain ideas, dried and salted and conveniently packed, but a potion which may transform their whole attitude to life. In so far as he does his work efficiently, his efficiency is not that of the advertiser but that of the artist, whether he uses the direct method of expression and exhortation, as Ruskin did, or the indirect method of fiction, like Dickens. In either case, and whether the message is true or false, the whole texture of his work will be in the strict sense literature, although its dominant motive is not the developing of experience simply for its own sake.(Stapledon 1939) Andre Jute wrote: A few of the UKRAinians who wrote to my mailbox have apparently been lurking on RAT because they want to know what "pilites" is and how it is pronounced. Prononunciation: Pie-lie-tees. Say it quickly as pile-eye-tees and you have the origin as well. Origin: A Russian once screamed in my face that I was "a spiked ball in the haemorrhoids of the bolshi cheroy," the big bosses, colonels and generals, who in turn were a spiked ball in his own, etc, etc. Since the only Russians I knew were always red in the face and always shouted at me, and since my command of Russian when shouted from an inch away in an abominable Ukrainian accent is not too hot, and since I therefore misunderstood him to refer to boils on his bum, I took it for a joke and laughed. But he was so ****ed off he nearly ordered the soldiers poking rifles in my back to shoot me there and then. When I saw how the thought of people enjoying themselves listening to music made by tubes hurts poor old Pinko Presumptuous, Pinkerton the Bolshi Cheroy (literally, Big Boil), it is hardly surprisng that the image came naturally to mind of that Russian's superiors kneeling behind him and drilling with a spiked ball in his... okay, okay, we'd better leave it there. Pinko is red in the face and shouts at me all the time like I am a class enemy just for persuading a few of the tranny faithful-- so sorry, I mean commie commanders to come over to the side of righteousness and light and hedonism. HTH. Always happy to spread culture around the nations. Andre Jute A ballot box in one hand, a vacuum tube in the other PS Cowboy, didn't you say you were a Russian? Give us a transliteration for the quote above so I can render it in proper Russian in a book I'm writing. |
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But is living in reality actually the goal of the human being? As Li-Fu
Tuan has observed, =93No animal can survive unless it perceives its environment as it really is". We should expect, therefore, that enough time be spent in reality to satisfy our basic needs. But what, then, do we do with the time left over? We are not obliged to spend large quantities of time in hunting or grazing like most animals, neither are we obliged to remain in a state of constant vigilance against predators. We have time on our hands, time that we can spend =96 if we chose to =96 in activities only peripherally related to basic survival needs. And this is particularly true if our environment or =93perceived reality=94 is difficult, stressful or just plain boring. (Evans A "This Virtual Life" 2003) |
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On Mon, 28 Mar 2005 00:45:30 -0800, Andy Evans wrote:
But is living in reality actually the goal of the human being? As Li-Fu Tuan has observed, “No animal can survive unless it perceives its environment as it really is". We should expect, therefore, that enough time be spent in reality to satisfy our basic needs. But what, then, do we do with the time left over? We are not obliged to spend large quantities of time in hunting or grazing like most animals, neither are we obliged to remain in a state of constant vigilance against predators. We have time on our hands, time that we can spend – if we chose to – in activities only peripherally related to basic survival needs. And this is particularly true if our environment or “perceived reality” is difficult, stressful or just plain boring. (Evans A "This Virtual Life" 2003) Hmmm.... I like that one, Andy! -- Mick (no M$ software on here... :-) ) Web: http://www.nascom.info Web: http://projectedsound.tk |
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wrote in message oups.com... A few of the UKRAinians who wrote to my mailbox have apparently been lurking on RAT because they want to know what "pilites" is and how it is pronounced. Prononunciation: Pie-lie-tees. Say it quickly as pile-eye-tees and you have the origin as well. Origin: A Russian once screamed in my face that I was "a spiked ball in the haemorrhoids of the bolshi cheroy," the big bosses, colonels and generals, who in turn were a spiked ball in his own, etc, etc. Since the only Russians I knew were always red in the face and always shouted at me, and since my command of Russian when shouted from an inch away in an abominable Ukrainian accent is not too hot, and since I therefore misunderstood him to refer to boils on his bum, I took it for a joke and laughed. But he was so ****ed off he nearly ordered the soldiers poking rifles in my back to shoot me there and then. When I saw how the thought of people enjoying themselves listening to music made by tubes hurts poor old Pinko Presumptuous, Pinkerton the Bolshi Cheroy (literally, Big Boil), it is hardly surprisng that the image came naturally to mind of that Russian's superiors kneeling behind him and drilling with a spiked ball in his... okay, okay, we'd better leave it there. Pinko is red in the face and shouts at me all the time like I am a class enemy just for persuading a few of the tranny faithful-- so sorry, I mean commie commanders to come over to the side of righteousness and light and hedonism. HTH. Always happy to spread culture around the nations. http://s2.smugmug.com/photos/7889557-L.jpg ;-) |
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A creation of American humorist James Thurber, Walter Mitty has become
the cultural figurehead for escapist fantasies. The character type of Mitty was even taken up by a psychologist, and 'Walter Mitty Syndrome' was put forward in a British medical journal as a clinical condition which manifested itself in compulsive fantasising. Thurber himself had a rich fantasy life, partly because after his brother blinded him in one eye with an arrow playing William Tell, he could not participate in the usual games and activities with other children. His difficulties continued as he had to drop out of university, and he later went almost totally blind. His poor eyesight made him the frequent victim of clumsy mistakes, adding to his rich sense of the absurd. Part of Thurber=92s art is that =93reality=94 is a moveable feast. Plenty more of Thurber's characters, in fact, become convinced of the impossible in the course of a short story. In "The Day the Dam Broke," the entire citizenry of the East Side of Columbus flees from a non-existent tidal wave. In real life he describes his grandmother's "groundless fears," including "the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house," an image reproduced in one of his cartoons. Other cartoons continue this spooky sense of fantasy. One of the best known shows a couple in bed, and the irritated wife snapping, "All right, Have It Your Way -- You Heard a Seal Bark!". Unreality increases in "The Moth and the Star," where a moth spends each night trying to fly to a star he thinks is "just caught in the top branches of an elm." His father ridicules him: "All your brothers have been badly burned flying around street lamps!" |