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Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Enough Is Enough

In case you're wondering why the frequency of updates on here has gone way down, it's because Theintrostealer is off college and constantly on the PC, and Evernote has stopped working properly on the tablet.  Anyway, here's today's video:

Click to tweet:  http://clicktotweet.com/Uad3W . First of all, thank you to all the new subscribers.  I've decided to split the pregnancy vlog onto a separate channel, which i'll link to once i've set it up.
This is in no way supposed to be a defence of Fascism.  Fascism is of course completely unacceptable and often is associated with the most extreme possible forms of intolerance and racism.  Let's start by making that 100% clear.

However, many people would define Fascism quite narrowly.  It is of course totalitarian, authoritarian, an oppressive regime and a police state - all of these things, and basically evil.  Nothing i say here should in any way be seen as an endorsement of Fascism.  However, it is also quite narrowly defined as the ideology in which one's only duty is either to the state or to the nation - two different things, incidentally, which complicates things somewhat.

Fascism at its narrowest definition is a purely Italian ideology based on the Italian, or perhaps an even narrower, state consisting of Northern or Southern Italy.  Its name originates from the Ancient Roman symbol of the Fasces, a bundle of sticks which are stronger because they're bound together, the idea being that a state is strong and its people are strong because they are united, and that isolated individuals are by contrast weak and vulnerable.

I love Rome.  It's the most beautiful and amazing city i have ever seen.  However, i'm not so attached to it that i think it's the only place or thing i have any duty towards, particularly in terms of politics.  Anyway, when i last visited Rome, i went to EUR, one of the few modern parts of the city, which has interesting (and disturbing) Fascist architecture.  One of the most interesting things about it from the aspect of racism is that there are a number of friezes there illustrating the history of Rome, with images of various things intended to be taken in a positive light, and one of those is the Jewish symbol of the Menorah.  Italian fascism clearly did not seem to be particularly racist or at least anti-semitic in the light of that symbol, and i have at least the impression that Mussolini was playing lip-service to the Nazis, who incidentally were not really Fascist either so much as racist and socialist, rather than being a dyed-in-the-wool racist, though i'm sure he was very manipulative and basically evil.  It was an expedient alliance, i think, though i'm no expert on history.

However, there seems to me to be an entirely different problem.  If Fascism essentially involves total allegiance to one's state or nation, Paolo di Canio surely must feel he owes allegiance to Lazio, Italy, Rome or somewhere else other than England or Sunderland.  Either that or his self-description as a Fascist is just inaccurate or he considers it expedient or lucrative to be a football manager for Sunderland FC, to which he surely cannot be consistently loyal.


Hope that explains the title.

Yesterday's video, incidentally, is a runaway success.  I have a plan now.  I think i may finally have hit paydirt with this.  I will now set up a vlogging channel devoted to this subject.  This takes me into the realm of alternate reality games.

The previous blog entry had an unusually large number of views for some reason, probably bank holidays.  In spite of this, i will now set out my plan, clearly, on this blog for all to see, so nobody can say i haven't warned you.

Tomorrow, i will set up an alternate reality game vlog channel on the progress of my pregnancy.  I'll upload a slightly edited version of yesterday's video, i.e. this one:

and make at least weekly vlogs on the subject.  This has the advantage of being able to produce videos for the Other Channel as a by-product, where the views are currently at 487 098, with the target of half a million views at (7AAA), and as it happens i have plans for live action, animation and slideshow videos, along with realistic discussions, for the Other Channel too.  I suspect the realistic discussions will be the least popular but i'll put them there anyway as i'm not invested emotionally in the success of that channel.  An mpreg channel has the advantage of being SFW, having a story, and also, since i'll probably only be posting weekly, not being too demanding on time.  Also, i can link to it from both other live channels and generate interest.

So:   start a new channel (which i'll do immediately after finishing this entry), edit the first video a bit (tomorrow), upload it, link to the channel from both other channels, do a video on alternate reality games for the main channel, make a subscriber trailer, do a banner and upload those, then wait.

Sunday, 16 September 2012

The weirdness of slight fame

People want to be famous.  In fact, nowadays they seem to want to be famous just for the sake of it and probably expect to get money and power with it, or something, maybe sex.  Yes, probably that too.  Not something which occurs to me.  Anyway, here's this:


We are very slightly famous on occasion (despite my apparent complete lack of telegenicity ^^^^).  Namely, the children have been on the TV and newspapers, i've been in TV documentaries and news and current affairs programmes and Liz has of course been in magazines and newspapers and on the TV because, to quote "Black Books", she quaffs pints of her own whizz (or is it "wizz"?).  However, fame is a weird thing because it just goes off on its own and has a life of its own, apparently.  You don't have any control on what you're famous for, and the things for which you are known float away and have a life of their own, which is hard to handle because you sort of put stuff out there and then people draw their own conclusions about who you are.

The Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges wrote about this in his story Borges y Yo.  He describes the situation of writing stories for publication and having knowledge of the stranger out there whom everyone calls Borges.  It's a short-short and he notes at the end that he doesn't know who has written the story.  He also notes that he finds himself pompous and annoying and i share this dissatisfaction with him about the other person depicted up there who did this video.  I'm also irritated by the person who wrote this blog, and i wonder if they're the same person in fact.  Maybe this blog is actually written by someone who is stalking the person uploading the YouTube vids, though goodness knows why they think it's worth the effort.  They are both me of course, and neither of them are me.  For more on this aspect, you might want to read the story itself here:

http://anagrammatically.com/2008/01/31/borges-and-i-borges-y-yo/

There's also a PDF on certain philosophical aspects of the story here:

http://www.amherstlecture.org/perry2007/perry2007_ALP.pdf

However, i also afflict Liz with this problem.  For years after we married, i used to have the occasional experience of seeing a real woman in the distance (these were not hallucinations - the people i saw really existed so far as i know but in a sense that doesn't matter) and mistake it for Liz.  The following thought would then occur:  "Hmm, that looks like Liz Gray.  I wonder what she's doing nowadays."  This impression finally faded when i observed her as part of a training course in adult education.  I sat in on one of her excellent Yoga classes and took notes, and i finally discovered what that figure in the distance with whom i was vaguely acquainted was doing:  she had become an excellent Yoga teacher.

Once i had had that experience, my previous weird impression that Liz was both my wife and a virtual stranger i hardly knew was gone.  I knew what had become of that stranger and that she was both a Yoga teacher and my wife.

I have this image of our rather weedy, pathetic fame which is constantly on the blink and needs the occasional thump to keep the picture from constantly flickering as being a long stick with us at one end and "us" at the other.  It seems absurdly easy to generate tiny bits of fame but it doesn't matter at all, they seem to mean very little and have no apparent connection with any kind of success.  Also, they seem to move along railway lines and we can't control the brakes or the points.  Fame is a train, not an off-the-road vehicle.