SONGS in my head today: I Love your smile [Shanice], Can't Hurry Love [The Supremes] and more MOTOWN classics. Shanice, listened to properly for the first time since I was a second former, and yes, the song is just as good as it was in nostalgia.

SAINT OF THE DAY St. Vincent (died 304). Born in Spain, Deacon and Martyr. Killed in Valencia during the reign of Diocletian. Known to St. Augustine among others. Sometimes considered patron of vinedressers in Spain.

LINE OF THE DAY
Batman Forever
Batman: Commissioner Gordon?
Dr. Chase Meridian: He's at home. I sent the signal.
Batman: What's wrong?
Dr. Chase Meridian: Last night, at the bank, I noticed something about Two-Face. His coin. It's his Achilles' heel. It can be exploited.
Batman: I know. You called me here for this? The Batsignal is not a beeper.
Dr. Chase Meridian: Well I wish I could say that my interest in you was... purely professional.
Batman: You trying to get under my cape, doctor?
Dr. Chase Meridian: A girl can't live by psychoses alone.
Batman: It's the car, right? Chicks love the car.
Dr. Chase Meridian: What is it about the wrong kind of man? In grade school it was guys with earrings. College, motorcycles, leather jackets. Now, oh, black rubber.
Batman: Try firemen, less to take off.
Dr. Chase Meridian: I don't mind the work. Pity I can't see behind the mask.
Batman: We all wear masks.
Dr. Chase Meridian: My life's an open book. You read?
Batman: I don't blend in at a family picnic.
Dr. Chase Meridian: Oh, we could give it a try. I'll bring the wine, you bring your scarred psyche.
Batman: Direct, aren't you?
Dr. Chase Meridian: You like strong women. I've done my homework. Or do I need skin-tight vinyl and a whip?
Batman: I haven't had that much luck with women.
Dr. Chase Meridian: Maybe you just haven't met the right woman...

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Indiana Jones: "How did you know she was a Nazi? "
Professor Henry Jones: "She talks in her sleep."

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie
Rebel Rebel you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel how could they know
Hot tramp I love you so.

La Corriere Dello Sport (ages go)
'...But to the great teams, the imprint of grenius has always been indispensable. Look at Milan, so perfect and calibrated in all its mechanisms, but unexpectedly vulnerable without the sublime whims of Savijcevic. Baggio can't be measured just by his goals...he is the lethal weapon against desperate situations, days that go wrong, games which are bewitched.'


MOI seems to be decisively incriminated in Goldenberg. Link is from the Standard today and might not be active tomorrow. Nation link is here and this will definitely change tomorrow. I'll put up a permanent link next update. More...

On HEIDEGGER today, the miracle of revision; I know nothing about him now, but I'll know enough by three o'clock to take an exam...Exams in general have alternated between sublimity and shitness.
Slightly more considered thoughts when I've actually done with them.

UNITED loss to Wolves. Pace the boozeman, a one-off. Keane looked his age on the day, which was wholly unexpected. All will be well soon, once they return from the Dubai break, get Saha integrated and put a couple of games under their belts.
We keep paying a bloody premium for players! Saha is good but (the reported) £12 million is silly money.

NEW NUNCIO to Burundi, after recent tragic events. Link here

THE PASSION I'll have more on this next update. Seems contradictory statements are being issued by various people who should know better.

SAF! This joke is BLEEDING to DEATH! Stop!

SONGS in my head today:Gorecki's Symphony No.3: Sorrowful Songs, Dvorak's Symphony no. 8, Mellon Collie and the Infinite sadness [Pumpkins] (and most especially Fuck You (Ode to No one) and 1979), and Intellectualise My Blackness [Skunk Anansie] over and over and over again.
Oh, and "Jamming with the Boozeman", played loudly to the tune of "Jammin'".

SAINT OF THE DAY St. Anthony of Egypt, the Abbot (251-356).
Patronage: (list not exhaustive) against pestilence, for amputees, animals, basket weavers, butchers, cemetery workers, epilepsy, epileptics, gravediggers, graveyards, hermits, Hospitallers, monks, pigs, skin diseases and rashes, swine, swineherds.
The founder of the Christian monastic tradition; at twenty he sold off all his inheritance except that which he needed to maintain he and his sister after hearing Matthew 19:21 in a church, and then went to live in the desert. He lived there, with 3 or 4 interruptions - notably in 305 to guide those who wished to follow his example, in 311 to strengthen the Alexandrian Christians against persecution and in 350 to preach against Arianism - for the rest of his life.
The story is told of him that he once wrestled the devil, after which he was weary and seemed dead, at which time God came to him and to Anthony's question "where were you when I needed you?", He answered "I was here. I was watching your struggle. Because you didn't give in, I will stay with you and protect you for ever".
His biography was written by Saint Athanasius

SAINT TRUMPS In order of priority :
-BVM trumps all,
-Apostles trump all except BVM,
-Gospel writer trumps other Apostle,
-Martyr trumps non-martyr,
-any before 800 trumps any after 800 except Doctors of the Church,
-female Doctor trumps male, in fact, in general, female trumps male,
-married trumps unmarried,
-hermit trumps worker who trumps philosopher who trumps theologian who trumps monk who trumps clergy,
-more than 5 miracles worked during lifetime trump geographical and occupational trumps,
-Africa trumps all other regions, East trumps West until 1054,reverse afterwards.
More rules, some modifications as soon as I can think of them.

ARGUMENT Yesterday between me, the might-be-an-idealist who really thinks that the outside world can be shown incontrovertibly to exist on idealist premises, and the Smudger who thinks this position a pile of shit. He claims I'm quining physical objects, no, actually, I'm pretending to Quine physical objects.
I've never really been any good at epistemology, a defect that must be remedied before I graduate...

SRECKO KATANEC , an integral part of the scudetto-winning Sampdoria side of 1990-91 led Slovenia to two major tournaments before resigning after the 2002 World Cup. He's since been hired and fired by Olympiakos Piraeus and is currrently unattached as best as I can tell.

AARON RINGERA is almost certainly the best man for the Kenya Anti-Corruption Authority Director's job. He has held the job before, he's a very competent judge, he's widely known for the quality and independence of his mind, and in a sense he's owed the job after all the crap the previous administration pulled on him when he last held it.
The anti's need to buy a clue: the constitutional issue is non-existent; he can certainly resign from the judiciary before taking up the job - the separation of powers could only possibly be threatened if he continued to serve as a judge after starting his new job, and the fact that he's GEMA is neither here nor there, or rather ought NOT to be either here or there, but has been brought into play by people who at this stage in Kenyan history really ought to know better.
Yes, I'm a Ringera-ist.

SONGS in my head today: Loser [Beck]. Spooky, just because I was humming the tune (semi-consciously) AND talking to someone German last night and inevitably "sprechen sie Deutsch auf, baby", popped out (luckily, not undeniably loudly). I have yet to live down the embarrassment. Must engage with world more.

SAINT of the day: St. Hilary of Poitiers (315?-368), convert from paganism, exile, defender of orthodoxy against the Arians and Doctor of the Church

MORE wonderful adventures. During a visit today to the local mental-health facility in the (very enjoyable) company of Bombadil and Plato, we were challenged to a game of pool by a lady who was
1.clearly not entirely sane.
2. By her own admisssion, unaware of the rules. (She was sure she could learn though).
Plato, having the size, experience in dealing with unusual social situations and general air of authority that I entirely lack, proceeded to explain the vital regulations in a deliberately vague manner. Which is how I ended up paying attention in pin-drop silence to the lady's increasingly skilful attempts to scoop the balls into the pockets using her cue.

CHEWING cinnamon sticks is a surprisingly pleasant alternative to smoking. As is indulging other vices. My excuse anyway, for recent gluttony.

UC SAMPDORIA I've loved them since watching the game they played in 1990-91 away to Juve. Ended 0-0, but it was a game of beauty, (I didn't know it was possible to enjoy nil-all draws) Attilio Lombardo was dashing down the wing, Mancini and Vialli were together up front and Pietro Vierchowod was dominating attackers in most steely fashion at the back. Also, what names! Invernizzi, Mannini, Katanec, Mikhailichenko and others, all to be memorised and repeated in awe later... Sampdoria duly won the one and only scudetto in their history that year. I followed all their games that season and the next, and have loved them from afar with gradually diminishing ardour, until very recently, when I came across their site here. The affair has been rekindled. Has anyone got old Panini stickers from 1990-91 to sell?

NO SONGS in my head today. At all.

SAINTS of the day: St. Theodosius, one of fifty soldiers martyred in 269. Also, feast of the baptism of our Lord.

SMOKING I have given up . A bit of a cliche, yes, but it was killing me and nicotine patches smell so much nicer. Not smoking has left me feeling, simultaneously, virtuous and depressed.

SAW this earlier today and I haven't stopped laughing...'How do you tell a Communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin' - Ronald Reagan

YES thanks very much. I've noticed that the Return of the King has been and gone. And I've had nothing to say about it. I will, at length. After I've watched it for the 4th time. So wait.

EVERYBODY, put your hands together for the boozeman, a friend of long standing whose dedication to beer and quality music is boundless. Welcome to the blogosphere, Tom!

HTML tag for emailing me is horrendously placed and looks crap. Thanks, I knew that. I'm working on it. Any more complaints ?

SONGS in my head today:New Year's Day and October [U2]

SAINTS of the day: Solemnity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God. Feast of Telemachus whose intervention in about 400 at a gladiatorial contest may have moved Pope Honorius to abolish them completely.

HAPPY NEW YEAR all. God grant his grace and peace all year and in those to come too. My love to you all.

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SONGS in my head today: Adeste fideles, We three kings, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, It came upon a Midnight clear, and many such christmassy cheerfulnesses. All thanks to the carol service yesterday which, being an usher at, meant standing all hour-and-a-half long. Which wasn't as bad as it could have been, as I'm a sucker for lustily-sung christmas carols and after a couple of them, the world seemed a beautiful, joyous place.

SAINTS of the day are the martyrs Rufus and Zosimus (107), who lost their lives during Trajan's persecutions.

SADDAM
Of all the reporting I've read, Jonathan Freedland's article best captures the weird, crazy disappointment/relief/contempt/satisfaction at Saddam turning out to be human and worse, pathetic at it.

"IT IS AS IT WAS" JP II likes The Passion. Here and here and here.

EXCELLENT! A little survey of travelling to Ethiopia, from another Genyaan blog. Inspiring stuff. Allow me to recommend his blog as well.

THE NILE KERFUFFLE there's a decent summary of the stuff and good links from mostly africa and it is here

JAMHURI DAY, you ask? There's very little to celebrate, apart from the fact that we're freer than at any time in our recent history, peaceful, and are undergoing (quietly!) quite the cultural revival. Beer's on me, form an orderly queue to the left...

KANU is up to its old tricks again. That great flushing sound you hear is what's left of my respect for Simeon Nyachae going down the toilet. A world-class administrator, who just doesn't understand that democracy involves actually listening to other people, is about the kindest possible thing that can now be said about him.


QUINE, v. (1) To deny resolutely the existence of importance of something real or significant. "Some philosophers have quined classes, and some have even quined physical objects." Occasionally used intr., e.g., "You think I quine, sir. I assure you I do not!" (2) n. The total aggregate sensory surface of the world; hence quinitis, irritation of the quine.
-the Philosophical Lexicon-

Songs in my head today, everything on La Boheme sung by Pavarotti et al.

Saint of the day is Lazarus, as in : "Lazarus, Come Forth!" (Robert Powell, 1977, Jesus of Nazareth, the miniseries)

Let's play a little game, right? How many anti-Kenyatta references can you spot in this poem?

A cockerel crows
as a broken axe
Falls at your feet.
Disarmed by time
You stand unashamed,
Crying 'it is not fair'.
Tied by your own hate traps
And fouled by the urine
of your flag bearers,
you have gambled away
the labours of the motherland
entered trade with death
to batter humanity
with the wave of a flywhisk.
You have locked up the fires
Of living youth,
Damned in the torrents
of conscience
and drenched your entrails
with greed and pride.

But you have lost the bet
and your line shall we
ostracise
Bury the stool of your mother's house
for vengeance is unleashed
and contempt is in our spittle.
And as public office
Zigzags corrupt
like the trail of a drunken whore
that menstruates,
and as gunmen freely execute
insane commands
We know that the time
has come to kill,
To cleanse,
To free our motherland
From the grip of a gambler.

-H.W.O. Okoth-Ogendo-

songs in my head today: Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad(U2) and Nyimbo cia Mau-Mau Vol.1.

St. Damasus I (305?-384) is the saint of the day.

I have a presentation to do on Martha Nussbaum's Patriotism and Cosmopolitanism in about 11 minutes which I 've done about 2 hour's work for. Buggered doesn't even begin to cover it.

Songs in my head today: One (U2), Everlasting Love (U2), Strangers When We Meet (Bowie), Heart's Filthy Lesson (ditto), Kambi ya Langata and Kuuma Ndemi na Mathathi (both off Nyimbo cia Mau-Mau Vol.1)

Saint of the day is John Damascene, the last of the Greek Fathers and an interesting man for these interesting times.

Work has, through sheer sloth on my part, piled up to heights that threaten sanity, hence the longish gap between posts. All the same, there is some slight chance that the back of the beast will have been broken by the end of the week. Till then, no more posts.

Aaaarrrggghhhhhhh.
Songsinmyheadtoday - Brick Shithouse (placebo) & Manian (rokia traore) which is so good it should be banned.

feast of St. Gelaius is today, as per last post.

England v. Australia in 8 or so hours, the premiership returns, my essay deadline approaches. Plato is driving up tomorrow to see us after a gap of some weeks; see why i'm not writing as much as I used to ?

monster post on saturday night. I promise

songs in my head today: idje idje (Angelique Kidjo), Oxala (Madredeus), have a look at ethnotechno while we're on the subject, by the way.

Saint of the day (drumroll) is Agnes of Assisi. More here, and here as well.
Saint of the day November 21 will be Pope St. Gelasius, in addition to being commemoration of the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Gelasius was the last African pope and reigned 492-496. His Catholic encyclopaedia entry here . He canonised St. George, and stood firm on the point of papal primacy against the attacks of amongst others, the Emperor Anastasius .

What would you do if your Mum found your blog, eh? Schadenfreude alert! here

A great Zadie Smith short story about (naturally) American writers' hair, here

Many thanks to Eve Tushnet for her recommendation. I think it is anyway.

Off, believe it or not, to a Heidegger tutorial now.

Songs in my head today; Ashes to Ashes (Bowie), Rebel Rebel (Bowie, again), By the way (chilli peppers), Waterloo Sunset (kinks).

Crisis of the week is that there are five essays due in a fortnight. All the writing up must be done this week or at least in the next 10 days. As always, I'm hugely disinclined to do any work whatsoever, but i will be dragging myself out of bed regularly now, if only because i can see the finish line...

One of them is about Nietzsche's conception of philosophy. Usually (I think) studying a philosopher will make you sympathetic to (at least) something about them. It's interesting (and noticeable even to my lecturer) that as the course has gone along, my antipathy towards Nietzsche has ballooned. I can't wait to see the back of him. Strangely, reading him isn't a chore at all, it's the actual philosophy I can't be doing with.

Kenya's result against Tanzania is why I'm grinning stupidly and have been for some time now. Well, that and England's loss. And Scotland's win.
I was watching Scotland in the pub when it was helpfully pointed out by The Smudger(with no little force) that Holland play in orange. Now this is one of those things that i've noticed about 29 million times before but never actually paid attention to. Shall we say that I went from being pro-Scotland to actively anti-dutch? (and yes I know that wasn't particularly rational, thanks). On this theme, much entertainment can be found here , very little of it intentional.

very interesting debate about capitalism (or maybe just what a cross-section of Kenyans think about it. Here

Has anybody seen the Kenya rich list that was supposedly in the Sunday Nation yesterday (16/11/03)? By all accounts, (mashada mostly) it was hugely interesting reading...

The Museveni daughter saga. Which I've only just found out about. More here , and here
Lovely picture of the first family here

Very good defence of drinking by the Old Oligarch here
The Old Oligarch is always a stimulating read. Highly recommended, as is Eve Tushnet Whenever I point my browser her way, there's a tingle of anticipation; "what hyper-analytical vignette will I read today?" runs the thought. You can't really ask for much more from a blog. While I'm going on about this, check out the Dostoevsky drinking game

Preliminaries:
First, song(s) in my head, China Girl(Bowie) and Desire (U2). Both played very loudly at some point during our house party this weekend, with superb results.

Second, I've just read a little bit of someone else's copy of Three Reformers by Jacques Maritain. The first essay looks like the most un-PC possible dismantling of Luther ever. Had to give it back, unfortunately, but I'll be trying to get my hands on that again.

Now, the weekend. A quality result against the Scousers (though oddly lacking in passion - but anyway, a properly professional win). It's true that United didn't play anything like as well as they can but :
1. They didn't have to, and :
2. Getting results when you're not playing well is how championships are won (which is a cliche, but cliches become cliches because they're true, which is another cliche, but...) and finally,
3. We played reasonably well anyway.

Keane was absolutely immense in midfield; he's come off worse in a couple of his recent battles with Gerrard (notably last season's Worthington cup final) but those were completely avenged this time round and every element of his game was present, correct and shiny. Tackling as crisp as ever, distribution precise, good anticipation, the raging will to win, leadership... I could go on, but I shouldn't. Man of the match stuff as always.
Giggs did get a little lucky with both the goals, but he'd spotted that Dudek had vulnerabilities and was probing at them well before then. cf. the 40-yard volley from Dudek's miskick. Heskey's miss, Silvestre's tackle, the penalty that wasn't that was and the City result all meant it was a good weekend to be a United fan.

A little while ago, I was in Steers, you know, the one behind Muindi Mbingu Street, paying for an immensely delicious and slightly overpriced Hero Steak Roll . I saw Binyavanga Wainaina, went over, introduced, and then made an arse of myself. The relevant bits of conversation went (very roughly) like this:

Me: hello, I'm a big fan of yours, congratulations on winning the Cain prize.
BW: Thank you, do you write yourself?
Me: [long, awkward, aphasic pause] What?, No, well, um, err, err, badly.

All this is by way of the fact that this guy is probably Kenya's best young(ish) writer as a little glance at these stories here will show.
And he's only recently got a new literary mag started. It's called Kwani and is the first of it's kind in Kenya for years. This is A Good Thing, maybe even a sign that the culture is coming of age; or at least that it's sufficiently self-confident and has the requisite critical mass of unemployed literary people for this to happen. At any rate, we were hugely overdue a showcase for quality Kenyan writing, which there is a great deal of. (Witness Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor's story which won her this year's Caine prize and is published in Kwani.)
No heavy-duty cultural analysis here, but I will be buying any copies I can find and you too might care to see what all the fuss is about.

There's a good (OK, slightly clueless) report about all this here.

Why mathematicians and philosophers ought to be banned from pubs...

From the November 6th times letters page at: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,59-882044,00.html

Flipping marvels
From Mr Dennis Orton

Sir, Beermats will now flip more accurately (report, November 3). I also think they should have something interesting written on them.
When teaching (Bertrand) Russell’s Paradox I often suggested a beermat with on side A: “The statement on the other side is false” and on side B: “The statement on the other side is true”.

Yours faithfully,
DENNIS ORTON
(Head of mathematics, The Portsmouth Grammar School, 1977-96),
Spring Cottage, 5 Weston Lane,
Weston, Hampshire GU32 3NL.
November 4.

yes, well. Five (count them!!) months without a post must be some kind of record for a blog. I am however back, and will continue to trouble your eyes with all manner of inane observations.

Somebody's been gazetted; there are now no legal obstacles to him practicing law... Shurely shome mishtake?? Anyway, congratulations are in order, Mr. K.

why oh why won't you publish, you damned thing??!!

The blog remains a work in progress, thankfully, that's no longer true of the exams.
NIMEMALIZA!!! The shadow has passed, sanity is restored, the sun is shining, enormous quantities of Kenya's finest will be consumed in very short order, AND I'm going home, so joy, joy joy all round.

The blog is almost done, the template is still slightly dodgy and there are lots more links still to go up, but patience, all will be revealed in good if, slightly belated, time. There's just a little irony in the fact that the blog consists mostly of commentary on the making of the blog, but i'll pretend not to notice that if you will too. It's been quite fun going through all the links I've accumulated and trying to pick out the best 20 or so for each section, similar to the feeling you get when you're clearing your room, find something interesting, and stop to read it.

So, anyway, President Kibaki has

appointed

lots of new High Court judges and unless I'm mistaken, filled the Appeal bench. All to the good, and the new lot are all reformers of one kind or the other. GBM Kariuki, veteran detainee, is now actually on the bench! The appointments are also nicely gender-balanced which is either a very good sign or proof that we'll do anything to get our hands on G8 money. The appointment of Justice Njagi is quite intriguing actually, seeing as he's been the Principal of the Kenya School of Law all these years and so will be able to pull rank. Perhaps the admin. needs an enforcer inside the Judiciary?
Yes, yes this is turning into a NARC love letter, but how can you not like an administration that appoints people like these to positions where they can have an impact ? NARC will break my heart in the end, but it will have been worth every second...

If you haven't already been to big brother africa go over, sign up and vote Alex, OK, please vote Alex. It's time a Kenyan won something that actually mattered. So go on, you know you want to, you know you do.

If Soccernet is to be believed, Ronaldinho is as good as ours, which is, well...good. Apparently the Wizard has signed Tim Howard sight unseen (though apparently he was exhaustively scouted). The story is somewhere in the deeps of the Guardian sports pages and I can't be arsed to dig it out. So just take it on trust. Remember Massimo Taibi by the way ?

I was shown this earlier today, it's great stuff, I'm allowing it to soak through slowly and I might even have something intelligent to say about it soon.

Finally and most annoyingly, Blair refuses to have an independent inquiry into the collection and use of the intelligence about Saddam's weapons of mass destruction. The Guardian tries very hard to be angry about it but their leader-writer eventually dissolves into an acceptance of the fobbing-off by way of paranoiac self-pity and a repetition of the charges every now and then, as if to remind himself what he's supposed to get angry about. The Telegraph just keeps shouting "we won!, what's the problem?" over and over again, while the Times, with a reckless disregard for stereotype, positions itself carefully on the fence and sits down hard.
Quite depressing, and serves me right for letting go of my cynicism about politics earlier on.

This is utterly beyond parody.

I'm listening obsessively to Strangers When We Meet and can't get this bit :
My poor soul
All bruised passivity

out of my head.

Ok, i'm almost done here. The links and the final template modification thing(ie)s will be up by the end of next week.

On my way over here, I saw

this

out of the corner of my eye and proceeded to read it. I'm tired just thinking of the obtuseness of sociologists now...

I've recently discovered that Whispers is very ill. For those unfamiliar with his writing, Wahome Mutahi aka Whispers is Kenya's leading satirist of politics and society. He has written a weekend column for the Sunday Nation for more than ten years and his books and plays are widely read and performed.
He was detained by the Moi (mal)administration and showed his strength of character by coming through that unharmed. That courage is likely to see him through this difficult time too.

Here's

a link to the Sunday Nation report of the story.


The Beckham saga sparked into life (again)over the weekend. There have been reports in most of the broadsheets and almost all the tabloids that Peter Kenyon has been/ is in talks with Barcelona officials about a possible transfer. The figure being quoted is £30 million which is, admittedly, very good money.
I have to say that I hope he doesn't go to Barcelona; apart from anything else, they aren't going to be in the Champion's League next year and that can't be good for his game or his endorsements, and they are in transition (and how), the upshot is that he probably wouldn't win anything with them.

As the Times report said then, AC Milan or Real are a more realistic choice.
Whatever, it doesn't seem to make any sense to sell him now, when the market for footballers is as depressed as it's been in a long while. He's a big girl's blouse but he's OUR big girl's blouse, I genuinely hope he can be persuaded not to leave, but if they're going to get rid of him, they'd better make as much off the sale as they possibly can and spend it on decent replacements.
Just a thought, with Ronaldinho likely to sign for us and Seamen confirming that he's off to Citeh

today

on a one year deal, at least two games are certain to entertain next season...