Thursday 20 September 2012

The Meet

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was kiss and make up day, sure as eggs are eggs, it was nice to rekindle some of the original passion in our relationship.

I am immersing myself in revision and studying A200 right now, much to Jane's dismay (not only little Ronnie, but seemingly my smartphone is getting between us). I must know when not to study. I realise I am addicted to the O.U.

Today I am to meet Jane's parents (on her mum's side). I am bricking it. It's a bizarre combination of excitement and terror. Much like jumping off the high diving board at an Olympic sized swimming pool. Aye. At least her old-dear is - not only an excellent artist - but is also an art historian. Very cool man.

I've been instructed to bring my guitar {I have only Saint Lillian with me, Sweaty Betty the Banjuitar, Durty Gurty, and Juicy Lucy are all snug at home, safe and sound} seemingly her folks like a good knees-up.

One problem is that I am brassic and it's not the weather for busking. Bugger. Roll-on the morrow. That's all for now,

Maximus.

Wednesday 19 September 2012

Jamming

The Bunion Boys


Wreck'ed


Maxwell's Silver Hammer


No Electrickery


Anorpheus

Tuesday 18 September 2012

Recapitulation

Dear Diary,

I cannot say how much I enjoyed studying my last module. Doing revision with Jane helping out, has made me realise how much I relished the course. {Especially the first book Approaches.}

The legacy of Lewis Henry Morgan in Ancient Society (1877) namely his law of Recapitulation, has had a little-known but long-lasting impact on a whole generation! But how? Because, for turn-based strategy game freaks, Lewis Henry Morgan's theory of Recapitulation has been adhered to, and revived, by many computer game makers in recent history.

This outdated mode of catagorisation has several 'culprits'. The most well-known 'offender' is Sid Meir in his series of Civilization turn-based strategy games. Other proponents of Morgan's theory are Microsoft's Age of Empires and Age of Kings. [Note: A.o.E. is a R.T.S. game, not T.B.] Both Civ' and "Ages" (and ages and ages) of Empires, have essentially a colonial outlook, over a century out of date!

The American anthropologist Lewis Henry Morgan's theory of Recapitulation espouses a grading system going from 'Savagery', 'Barbarism', to 'Civilization'. The tiers are based on technological advances, which define whether cultures are of the 'lower status of savagery' or 'upper status of civilization' (or anywhere in between, i.e. 'barbarism').

The theory of cultural evolution has been developing since 1735, ever since the Swedish botanist Carl Linnæus (known affectionaly as "Line-us" by his colleagues) who pioneered the classification of flora and fauna, for the first time, transforming the way biological sciences saw the natural world. His groundbreaking discoveries were published in a book entitled Systema Naturæ, first published in 1735.

Linnæus' work was further developed by the German Peter Pallas in 1766 (note, this is not mentioned in the O.U. book I was reading, but Jane's help highlighted the tree of life) which laid the foundations for Charles Darwin's tree of life, first published in his Origin of Species in 1851 (Darwin's tree of life he had been working on for over two decades).

Prior to this came another academic who was to shape the way we speak about history, unto this day. This man (another indirect influence on Darwin's work) was Danish scholar Christian Jürgensen Thomsen, who first coined the Three-Age System in the 1820's. [Used in A.o.E.] Which gave birth to the terms "Stone Age, Bronze Age, and Iron Age". Aye. It was he, Christian Jürgensen Thomsen (b.1788 - d.1865) who founded stratigraphy, unearthing and catagorising finds into stone, bronze, and iron artefacts, cross-referenced with the law of superposition, geological and sedimentary layered strata.

This was further developed by English academic John Lubbock (a colleague and friend of Darwin) in 1865, when Pre-historic Times, as Illustrated by Ancient Remains, and the Manners and Customs of Modern Savages was published [yeah, cute title!]. Anyhow, Lubbock coined the terms Palæolithic ('old' stone age) and Neolithic ('new' stone age).

Their are many more facets to the subject, but the point being (in relation to colonialist thought and games programmers being most misguided by this outmoded principle, that of Morgan's Recapitulation) is that Sid's Civ' and M.S. A.o.E. (not to mention the tech'-trees from games like Empire Earth, Cossacks, and Empire: Total War my old favourite game) is that a whole generation of gamers, knew nothing but Recapitulation. Aye. This is grave. Check it out, this could easily fit the tech'-tree from Civ'.

"...Status of Savagery... fish subsistence ... the use of fire...

Upper Status of Savagery... the Invention of the Bow and Arrow...

Lower Status of Barbarism ... the Art of Pottery...

Middle Status of Barbarism... Domestication of animals on the Eastern hemisphere... in the West... cultivation... of... plants by Irrigation, with the use of adobe-bricks and stone...

Upper Status of Barbarism... the process of Smelting Iron Ore... the use of iron tools...

...Civilization... the phonetic alphabet... writing...
"

Morgan, L. H. (2012 [1877]) Ancient Society (quoted in Approaches by Harrison, R.) Belknap Press, Massachusetts, page 12.

"...scheme of unilinear cultural evolution, the progression of societies through a single series of technological stages from... social stages from 'savagery' to civilisation, is now understood within its... historical... context. As such, it helped to provide a partial explanation for the stark social and racial inequalities which had emerged... as a result of the Industrial Revolution and Euro-American colonial expansion (Bennett, 2004). It did this by suggesting that technologically advanced societies... were more intellectually and culturally advanced... [...] ...there is no link between intellectual ability and... tools which are made... there is no logical or inevitable trajectory of human culture and/or technological progression from... one society to another. Hunter-gatherer societies are no less... capable than agricultual ones..."

quoted in Harrison, 2012, pages 17 to 18. © The Open University.

Gotta go to bed now, Mrs. is awaitin'.

Later,

Max

Post-Script: Bibliographical Reference (in the Harvard style)

Harrison, R. (2012) Approaches [Book 1 for the module 'A151' Making Sense of Things...] The Open University, Milton Keynes, pages 14 to 19.

On the Flex

So Far, So Bad

Dear Diary,

What the flex happened?! Jesus Christ Almighty! My God! {Yæhwey} I'm getting it in the neck from Jane for going out on the lash with some mates. Jane kindly lent me the fare to get back so I could be there (at home) to recieve my book order. I ended up side-tracked, so side-tracked you would not believe...

Oh... my... God... What a night! It was fantastic man!

Jane is currently giving me a hard-time over cutting loose with my mates. We were on the verge of splitting up...

Okay, it's not all her fault, I could have phoned her up less last night, and certainly spoke more in English, not French; however, I feel that I did nothing wrong. It is all blown out of proportion. A tiff in a tea-cup.

Things have calmed down now - for the record - and although the relatively happy couple have yet to kiss and make up, we are not shouting or crying quite so much. Jane hurt her ass again at a sensitive moment walking home. Sat right on a tree-stump. I shoudn't have laughed, again.

So! What happened?! A few guys I know turned up. We had a few pints and a curry. Then, oh, my, God. The booze was flowing and suddenly, someone turned up at the party with some 'special stuff'. Not chemicals, but G.M. icky-sticky. The third stem. Jesus! I remember playing guitar then standing up, then falling straight back down on my arse. Unable to get up, intoxicated, incapacitated, fcuked like I've only been twice this year. I mean really fcuked. Tripping balls.

Azif was standing in front of Larry, wearing a vacant look, then he just fell backwards all of a sudden. It was so f- funny. You have no idea...

Ronnie the dog and some guy 'walked' me home. I staggered across the road, veering left to right, right to left, dangerously out of my tree, falling all about the place.

Alas, this morning I was violently sick. I felt like I could die. I am getting back on with my studies. Aye.

Maximus Fleximus.

Monday 17 September 2012

Boned

Dear Diary,

I didn't blog for a few daze when I was ill, and now I've had one measley hit in three whole days. Bummer. The one hit I had hailed from across the pond. I like to pretend to myself it's someone I knew, if only slightly. I am going to read some Uni' related stuff, and also write a little bit today. War stories. Courageous tales of patriots, serving their countries. Like the lady that wrote John Brown's Body, I was a pacifist turn pragmatist, who wrote a stirring war-like anthemic piece of poesy, penning the music to such ... gladly conformist creations, compositions. Aye.

I just fcuked up. Again. Big-time. Remember me telling you about a job I'd applied for through the Uni'? Well, I made it past the first two phases (written application and recorded recitation) and have now been asked in for an interview. I am poor. Very f- poor, one might say I am a church mouse right now. Boned. Outta there. Shot away. Gone. Anyway...

The thang is, I have to journey up-north to the shire, be able to make it to Milton Keynes for 11 A.M. I just checked the time-tables and it looks like I really am boned, buggered, so much so that I just called the agency and wrote the Uni' to let them know what an over-zealous fcuk-up I am.

Right now though, I feel as though a weight has been taken aloft mine shoulders. I hath revision to do, and my books should be here soon, anytime now I should receive the book-bits by snail-mail, yessireee! Exploring History: Medieval to Modern 1400 to 1900. Yes!

Stay the fcuk on the Flex Maxy,

Maxx.

Post-Script: Virtually no-one reads this s-. So much for the 'virtual revolution'.

Post-Post Script: Here is what mah lil' dawg looks like...





... isn't he just adorable? (Not that reply comments are enabled right now, no-one leaves their paw print save my lil' dawg now. The question was assuredly rhetorical. Stay On the Flex y'all. You know I am. Sur le Flex ou quoi?!)

Sunday 16 September 2012

The Walk

Dear Diary,

I know not whether I am to play today, at the resident watering hole. If I get word that I am to play (for pittance I might add!) then I must walk eight miles in overcast weather. The bulging sky seems to want to burst, a pregnant stratsosphere will soon no doubt break-water, wind, and inundate the milling mortal masses beneath her bloated blanket of big clouds, cumulonimbus, aye.

I just heard from a local regular that my services are not required this day! Jolly good! I play for precisely ten times the amount at other establishments. Two tonne instead of a score. Aye. Today is dedicated to my studious endeavours. Fifteenth century Burgundy, England, and France. Much as I long to return unto my happy home, I must rest, impoverished, here with Jane. The final fading fumes of paradise-like blessèd leaves depart diffusèd we descend back down unto sobriety. The misty pathways of the mind open up as though a bright sunrise casts her rays over a field of green fecundity filled with flowers. Then. Suddenly. The clouds begin to gather slowly as a small nugget of gak is discovered in the bordellic bedroom of base consummation. Aye. Back. Back On the Flex.

I am a prisoner of my own vice. Trapped by devilish device. Wanton base desire, ardent ecstacy takes us higher. «Alumné moi» [Light my fire].

Max

Saturday 15 September 2012

Spectacular

Dear Diary,

So I played on the street, confidently, yet in my own little bubble, withdrawn, to my happy place, then ... I went to the centre of the beach-front. Played the piano. The guitar. Then left graciously. Aye. T'was nice to have a reasonably large, and most definitely appreciative audience for once. Aye. Though racked with nerves beforehand, I was ... On the Flex.

I knocked 'em dead with my regular set: The Train Song by Tom Waites - tinkling the ivories - followed by The Ballad of Curtis Lœwe, on the slide-Flex, playing "Juicy-Lucy" {my guitar that cost a tenner} and for the grand finalé I hit 'em with the U.S. Male.

Then home, tea, a faire la rapport sexuale, avec mon amour. I never did end up paying the tithe somehow, a bottle of ale, some smokes, sea, sunshine, well: you know the rest,

Stay On the Flex,

Maxen.

Making History

Dear Diary,

Looks like I have to pay a tithe for the privilge of being able to busk, to some nonesensical organisation (B#). 20% of any monies made musically, must be donated to this oxymoronic company. Bollocks. Ordinarily I go where there are no other buskers, so as to maximise the effect, garner as much as I can in the shortest time possible. Capitalist? Yes. Yet, I don't actually care about money (being an Anarcomunitarist) hence why I'm still playing there: "prostituting my art". Bugger.

I am working on splitting up my timeline into quanitifiable ages. Neolithic, Antiquity, Early Middle-Ages, Middle-Ages, Mediæval Era, The Renaissance, The Romantic Period, The Industrial Revolution and The Virtual Revolution. I have changed it to a "wiki" page, and may make a web page as well.

Anyhow, back to the grind,

Max

Back to Busk

Dear Diary,

Today is a busking festival, and I need money badly, so, I must bite the bullet, go and busk. What a fucking nightmare. I like to go where there are no other buskers, so I actually earn enough to eat this day. Any fool can busk, not everyone can play gigs. The gig coming up is seriously On the Flex. More on that nearer the time. Today, I away, to the other side of the Bay, to recieve books that are dispatched, that cleaned me out of cash, for the next module. A200. Mediæval to Modern. Aye. I was wondering whether or not to post up that timeline I made, it is becoming more and more complete as I carry on filling it out.

Stay On the Flex,

Maximus. x x

Wednesday 12 September 2012

Malad

Dear Diary,

Illness prevented the happy couple (namely my beauteous paramour and I) from attending yesterday evening's festivities. Alas, these hazy daze just fly by. I while away the hours writing out timelines of events for my degree in history. I have yet to order the set books. Which means I cannot begin my studies. Not just that, but the painters are in, so no boom-boom for Maxy. At least nothing that does not resemble an oral examination.

We're sitting in the sun, getting nothing much done, but still having some fun, down to our last one, lone, smokey icky-sticky thingy. Aye.

Haze fades, to make way for a brand new day, one more, and it's joyeous Freyasday, payday, and paying for books for A, A200. Stay On the Flex. I know I'm not.

Here's the text I sent excusing us from yesterday evening's festivities:

Jane is feeling under the weather, and I'm feeling none to clever,
hope you have a great soireé, with t'other musicians who play;
Have a great night, though Jane and I feel shite;
the party should still be good: we'd both be there if we could.

Maxwell.