Hobbit Spotting for May

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There is so much to write about. As I turn over the calendar I start a new calendar. Maori new year begins in June with the festival of Matariki, the Little Eyes of God. So I will put this calendar for 2010-2011 away in the draw with its beautiful photos and hung up a new one for tomorrow.

So what happened in May?

  • I got back from a weekend in Invercargill. It turned into that as there is no transport between Dunedin and Invercargill on a Saturday night. Thank you public transport!
  • I updated my will with Public Trust. They showed me where they keep their files. That was cool!
  • I didn’t get to presbytery resource group. It met at East Taieri church in Mosgiel. Everyone was out there for the Pastors Conference and I couldn’t organise a ride with which to travel
  • Ascent had a discussion group with artists from the Evolve Art Award for 2011. We got to seen three pieces of art: Spirit, Reunion and It’ll All Come Out In The Wash.
  • Parish Council met, and so did Pastoral Committee. I still have to write up the minutes for the second meeting.
  • I went to see the opera Capricio. I had a good idea what was going to happen, and what would be my reaction to it. It was an opera where the poet and the composer were competing for the hand of the countess. I knew she wasn’t going to pick the hand of either of them and I find myself thinking Hurry up and get on with it!
  • Never mind because in the same evening I went to the Concert for Christchurch about which I have written elsewhere.
  • The sad news was that first the Curator of Photography went into hospital with a diagnosis of leukemia; and then the Archivist fell off a stool and dislocated her knee. This has left the archives with half its staff out of action. The research archivist and myself persevere, and look forward to their return.

Concert for Christchurch

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I saw this announced on Facebook and made sure to go.  They had four Dunedin Choruses singing and one from Christchurch, the Canterbury Plainsmen.  Two chorus were male choruses, Highland Harmony and the Canterbury Plainsmen; two were female choruses, Distinctive Sounz and the Dunedin Harmony Chorus along with their quartet Nota Bene.  The fifth group, the gospel choir Sunnyside up, are a mixed gender group.  Their gospel singing was appreciated by the audience, especially children who enjoyed a performance that allowed them to clap and stamp in time to the music.

The Canterbury Plainsmen, here to get themselves out of earthquake-damaged Christchurch and fund-raise for their city where the better of the two men’s choirs.  They had the greater numbers and used their voices to accomplish Ol’ Man River, Bring Him Home and The Battle Hymn of the Republic, three moving pieces.

I have attended events to support the Dunedin Harmony Chorus in the past.  I know two of their members personally. They are very polished and don’t just sing, they perform.  I have a high opinion of what they can do.  It made for a good night out.

Some time soon

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No doubt everyone would have noticed that the apocalypse has been postponed.  It was supposed to happen at the beginning of last week.  Jesus didn’t come back, no one was taken up to heaven.  Not even the prophet of the event who apparently put quite a lot of effort into the event.  The date has been put back to October.

Yew Tree Women pointed out to me that in the gospels the date of the apocalypse is so classified that not even the Human Child knows.  God the father is keeping this information to himself.  So much for I and the father are one.  There are secrets in the Trinity.  What are god the son and god the holy spirit holding out on?  You heard it here first.

The gospels were written with the expectation that the apocalypse would happen in the first generation of the church.  Well it didn’t.  Maybe by the time the Gospel of John was written at the end of the first century people were thinking How do we get along with this?

Jesus has proven to be in no hurry to get back to us.  Doesn’t mind me.  He’s coming back as the messiah who walks among the lamp stands of the churches and silences his critics with a tongue like a sword in his mouth.  I’m not fussed with a messiah who’s coming back like that.  He’s coming back as the One World Leader for a Thousand Year Reign.  Apocalyptic literature is written by people under oppression.  It’s their way of getting their own back.  In hindsight it doesn’t read well.  God’s new world is a holy city without people in it.  So brand new it hasn’t been unwrapped.

Maybe he isn’t coming back.  He’s like the Holy Prophet Zarquon from the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.  Delayed by events so he turns up at the last moments to a few surprised restauranters watching the last spectacular show of the universe and disappearing as time comes to an end.

I remember a saying I heard when I was younger: Live each day like Jesus died yesterday, rose today, and is coming back tomorrow.  I suppose another way of putting it would be: Live as if the meaning of your world-view ended yesterday, was re-discovered today, and is immanent tomorrow.  He may come back, but that’s tomorrow.  I plan to get some sleep tonight while I wait for that.

Brithenig Dictionary

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I’m interested to see that someone passed through this blog looking for the Brithenig Dictionary.  Hello!

The Brithenig Dictionary can be found here both as webpages and a pdf file under the section on lexicon.  I’ve added a couple of words to it since then, nothing to dramatically change it.  Brithenig has taken a backburner while I get my eclectic language project underway.  With the current discussion on the conlang list about Euroclones I am considering making it an active project.  My two goals should be to expand the lexicon to make it a practical working language; and to create a corpus for it.  I probably have enough resources at my finger tips to start on this.  I’m tempted to start translating pieces of my lectionary.  That should be a challenge as the Bible influences Comroig literature.  We shall see if I rise to the challenge.

I have no issues with calling Brithenig a euroclone.  I have often referred to it as such.  It is meant to be a European language.  I have no qualms about being deprecating about my own work.  It is nothing I want to take seriously.

Doctor Who and the Day of the Moon

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Three months have passed and Amy, River and Rory are running away, chased by Canton Delaware.  River Song is cornered in a skyscraper under construction in New York, no Daleks this time.  She does a dive off the side of the building, much like Trinity in the second Matrix movie . . . into a swimming pool.

Where on earth do you get dwarf star alloy, and in such quantity?

The Doctor is Drop Dead Fred, the imaginary friend who came back years later when his real friend is now an adult.

There had to be one of the Silence on the Tardis.  How do they affect the Doctor?  He is usually immune to hypnotic suggestion and mind control.

Amy and Rory get to be secret agents.  Oh, dear, Rory’s a bit clumsy, part of his charm.  Canton and Amy get to be Mulder and Sculley.  The impossible astronaut turns up again.  With so much being revealed I expect her to say Are You My Mummy?

We have no need of weapons! Yeah, welcome to America.

Everyone has implants so they can record their encounters with the Silence and gather information.  They are not memory buffers of dead people as seen in other episodes of adventures in the future.  So when Amy is speaking through hers it’s some relief to know she is not dead.

Will the impossible astronaut suit prove to be another like the enemy cyberman armour seen outside the Pandorica last season looking for a human victim to upgrade?

Rome fell, I know, I was there.  So was I. Touche to Rory.  Poor man, he’s listening to Amy’s monologue calling the Doctor to save her.

River does a wonderful spinning attack.  She’s a Doctor of Archaeology, she digs up dead things better left buried.

So Amy is possibly pregnant, subject to an uncertainty principle.   And if the regeneration seen at the end of the episode is anything to go by, then the father may not be Rory.

At least there is a hint that we will see Marc Sheppard playing Canton Delaware again.  Yay, Canton!

Sherlock: A Study in Pink

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The first episode of Sherlock, Steven Moffat’s new series.

The episode opens with John Watson, a veteran of Afghanistan.  He’s a man without a life.  Since it opens with him then he is the central character, the one we must identify with, rather than the titular character.  He’s an awkward man, someone who can’t live with other people.

Fortunately for him he’s introduced to another person who can’t live with others.  What an introduction!  Sherlock is several steps ahead of the rest of us, an impossible insensitive person. Lestrade is typically the bumbling policeman.

Want to see some more death? Oh, yes!  The game is on!

The police don’t consult amateurs.

People usually say piss off! I think I would too!

The third man forces Watson to choose sides, another dramatic man, Sherlock’s No. 1 fan.  The soldier and the consulting detective in the eternal war.  Holmes shows his brilliance, chasing a cab through central London on foot by predicting its path through the streets.

Holmes is given a name for his arch-enemy Moriarty!  In the final encounter of the episode it is revealed that the third man wasn’t him.  He’s still to be revealed.  An enjoyable episode watching as Sherlock moves from impossible to sympathetic.  It would be worth watching again to see how it was done.

Dance Otakou Otago presents Heritage Festival of Dance To Coincide with International Dance Day

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Last weekend I went down to the town hall to watch the Khamzin tribe dancing for International Dance Day. They were on after three. The event started at one. I arrived about twenty minutes after one. I thought I would enjoy watching an afternoon of dance, even though it was one of the last fine weekends before the cold of the year sets in after solstice.

Here’s some thoughts:

First up when I arrived was Hips Infinity. They did two pieces: Ice Queen was a set piece, Deja Vu a new piece.

Next item of mention was the line dancers. I think line dancing is stepping into the position that marching girls occupied in local culture in the twentieth century. It’s a sort of a low impact exercise for older cowgirls.

The primary school kids in penguin suits were so cute. They didn’t choose to do Jive Talking sadly.

The old people’s folk dancing group is called Folk Dancing for Fun. What are the alternatives? I’m quite comfortable with the concept of folk dancing as a form of hand-to-hand combat. The idea that there might possibly be a ‘Folk Dancing for Cruelty’ group out there disturbs me a little.

I don’t think that anyone has told the Rasa Dance Company that they should pace their pieces better. They do quick sudden moves. It would be more exciting if they started slow and then built up the momentum. Both their pieces started fast and didn’t slow down.

The Irish dancers proved that they could dance to any music they were given. What they haven’t proved to me is whether they can innovate and renew their dance form. It feels like they are repeating themselves.

In contrast ballet is diversifying creating a modern form and still maintaining its classical traditions and roots. Maybe that’s because I’m comfortable with watching ballet performances.

Then the Khamzin tribe came on. I have a friend among their members and have been to several of their performances. Their introduction was confused and diffident and I think people were surprised by their dance, costume and poise. I enjoyed watching them again.

I sat up and watched the performance dancers and the rock’n’roll people. They have amazing footwork. The rock’n’roll people are managing to keep themselves young.

Notable omission: no kapa haka.

A great afternoon out for five shillings.

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