This is something of a meme with some of my friends – finding bizarre connections between young Torres and various figures from the world of art and culture. This particular, I feel, is far more obvious to me than it is to most people. This makes me sad.
Projectile Faeces


What I’m listening to
…because Natalia wanted to know.
In no particular order,
Hold On, Hold On by Neko Case. This was the first song by her that I ever heard and I’m not sure if that’s partly why I like it so much.
Valerie by Mark Ronson and Amy Winehouse. I suspect that I overplayed this in Calcutta and poor Supriya will wince when she sees it.
Closing Time by Leonard Cohen. Staple.
Heer by Sukhwinder Singh. A few years ago Sandeep Chowta released an album titled Mitti with a number of different singers on it. I don’t think I ever heard the whole album, but the few songs I did hear were really good. This was one of them. I’m now looking for the whole album. Chowta then went on to make the Mallika I Hate You song, for which he will be punished by vengeful gods.
Truce by The Dresden Dolls.
Death Song by Sigur Ros. This is something of a comfort song for me.
Succexy by Metric. I don’t know. The video is amusing.
And (a bonus song!) since last night when a friend made me think of it, the Kabhi Kabhi Aditi song from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na. It makes me happy.
I tag Nobody.
In which the state inspects my trousers, sees what size they are and shakes its head.
Japan has passed a law that requires companies to measure the waistlines of their employees (aged 40-75) during health checkups. Government limits (based on International Diabetes Forum guidelines) have been established for acceptable waist sizes, and people whose waistlines do not fall within this range will be given thre months to lose the weight. If they have failed to do so they will receive “dieting guidance”. “If necessary, those people will be steered toward further re-education after six more months.”
This is stupid. Here’s why:
Fat people are not stupid. These are adults (and have been adults for quite a while) – even the most paternalistic of governments must believe them to be capable of making informed choices about their bodies. People who are fat are generally aware of the fact. They are bombarded with reasons not to be fat (eg. Being able to find nice clothes that fit) constantly. If people do wish to lose weight (and why assume that they do?) they will presumably find their own motivations to do so. But while a government can certainly make diet counseling available to its citizens, there’s something very creepy about forcing them to avail of it.
(Comments abusing fat people for being fat will not be published. Because I’m just tyrannical and oppressive like that.)
Objectification of coaches
Further reasons to love football
Having just sent risque pictures of Fabio Cannavaro to a friend, I now wish to write about someone’s mother-in-law. Specifically, the mother-in-law of Slaven Bilic.
Poland coach Leo Beenhakker believes his side have a chance of qualifying from Group B – but only if his opposite number Slaven Bilic fields his mother-in-law in the Croatia line-up.
For his part Croatia boss Bilic insists that the Poles still have a great chance of going through, with or without his mother-in-law on the field.
“Well, I’m divorced,” Bilic responded. “He (Beenhakker) is a great manager. He’s playing games, of course, because they have a good team.
“They were almost equal to Germany (in their opening match). They conceded easy goals but they had enough chances to score.
“They have a chance and they have a team, so he doesn’t need my mother-in-law.”
Very well, but if Bilic is divorced is his mother-in-law still his mother-in-law? And maybe she’s a really good footballer – did you ever think of that, Beenhakker? Did you?
Menagerie
One of the strangest football quotes I’ve seen in a while:
He is strong. He is like a Dinosaur and scores with the precision of chameleon when he targets his victim. I have followed him from his days in Israel and he has not disappointed me with his Yak-like behaviour.
Noteworthy things
Stuff that will inform, entertain, and is generally worthy of your time:
Thene on power and violence and videogames and wish fulfillment and other such things.
An injured creature of the wild. Science comes to the rescue! A great picture is taken! This is seriously cool.
ArabComment’s posts on Muslim Women are worth a read. Also GlobalComment’s fiction page, which features a rather good pirate story by Chloe Bradshaw who is 13. I suspect that when I was 13 I was reading Sweet Valley High.
The most recent carnival of children’s literature.
Lily Allen’s marvellous decapitated bambi dress. I have shoes that would go far better with this than the ones she has on. But still.
Netherlands 3 – 0 Italy. Wha? I love the Dutch; I really do, but I’m used to regarding them as something of a lost cause.
Psychologists worry that Savita Bhabhi’s very existence threatens family values. (Via Aadisht on GTalk).
Terry Pratchett has found God. This is alarming.
I leave you with some Cute.
more cat pictures
Some football
I realise I have been ignoring the French Open on this blog – possibly because I outdid myself at Wimbledon. But Euro 2008 has just started, and this is an entirely good thing. Tonight I watched Portugal v Turkey with the family. Mum was appreciative of a number of young Portugese players (particularly Nuno Gomes. I’m not sure why; only once have mum and I shared a crush on a sportsperson*), Dad was wholeheartedly abusing Turkey for failing to score, and I was gawking at the Turkish keeper, Volkan Demirel. Here’s why:
Certain excellent people have declared this Female Sexual Desire Week, and while I have utterly failed to take full advantage of it and use the time for sports objectification, others have. Purtek has a great post-Stanley Cup edition up. It pleases me. I hope it pleases you too.
Also, go and grin in a dazed fashion at the alarmingly gorgeous Roberto Donadoni. (Thanks, Ros)