|how i read
||[Jun. 3rd, 2005|10:31 am]
|||||"Holding Back the Years" - Simply Red||]|
or: more proof that i'm wired funny.
i'm reading an old book about maori symbolism in dribs and drabs on my way to work. i also listen to placebo. the two have become entwined. now, in my head, i associate some placebo songs with maori folk doing their war dance: stomping the ground, slapping their bellies and thrusting out their tongues. what can you do?
my favorite bus driver had her last day today. i hope we don't get an ass. now my favorite is the jolly gray-haired guy who looks like santa. he's always nice. but the lady was exceptional. she went out of her way to be nice to folks. it was a treat to ride her bus.
maori had a tradition that there was no unnecessary fighting. it was a waste of energy. and they had this crazy idea that what was good for all was good for one and vice versa. they had this interesting eugenics thing going on, too. let me see how much i can remember here: average or sub-average guys were sent if there was need to attack another village. then, the enemy would try to enter a village guarded by the biggest and strongest. they also did not allow those who were subpar to reproduce. you could have a partner, but it wasn't a 'real' marriage. it was just like long-term dating. no kids. you had to be of a certain age, health and mental state to be "promoted" in society to a level where you were allowed to have a kid. this was decided on merit alone. there were "castes" of a sort. but only if you had a talent for it. the kid who had a gift for memory was chosen to go to "school" to learn the family history, creation myths (the two were not always mutually exclusive), health codes, etc. when winning a war, the women of the winning village had their pick of the best surviving men (!). hmmmm...i'll take him. and him. oh! he's kinda cute...how nice! of course, you wouldn't be able to have a sexual partner without genuine affection and/or love. it went against their rules and was taboo(!). a woman could love a man who was 'sub-par' by village standards and choose another man to reproduce with. the 'sub-par' guy would be considered the father, but the kids would take the mom's name (well, the guy was sub-par after all). the biological father would just be the mom's man-friend.
a couple of points: you could be killed for treasonous behaviour. you were quarantined if sick -- it was almost fanatical, this need to protect the village's health. sickness was virtually a crime. but hey, we quarantine now if diseases are bad. so. sorry. that's not necessarily a drawback. but you had to exercise every morning and wear no clothing -- easier to wash skin than get stains out of clothing. very practical. they thought clothing carried disease or was a way of hiding signs of disease. and they were proved right by the non-washing, permanently clothed british who were "offended" by their nakedness.
point is: i'm starting to feel this stuff. i don't learn unless i feel it. i'm not an academic. i never claimed to be. i like learning. i just learn better when i have a tactile sense of things or when i'm looking in the eyes of someone telling me, watching their gestures as they share knowledge. i know my limits.
i'm less angry today. but i'm still annoyed. eric says he doesn't care about his sister yet again cutting him out of her life. but he's baffled by it. i know it's more of an adjustment than he's willing to admit. when he's alone, his mind (as aedh_rua once said)starts to feed on itself. it's easier to convince himself of things that may or may not be true.
oh well. as mr. T would say: i don't have *time* for your jibber-jabber, fool! i gotta get to work!