def. – an oxymoron as old as the printed word. —Glooscap
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def. – an oxymoron as old as the printed word. —Glooscap
This article appears in Mar 22-28, 2012.
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You are a poet, Mr. Mayor.
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def – that thing that isn’t in this bitch.
– marconi
definition
def. uh… this.
PHILOSOPHICALLY REFLECTIVE BITCHES?
def. – an oxymoron as old as Bitch itself.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
That’s Glooscap all right!
so, where did you ever think of that from? bet it was a newspaper, or other printed article.
Glooscap? I’ve been on the trail of that guy for quite some time!
Groan, Troon! lol
From the Glooscap School of Journalism Ethics.
First he created the Mi’kmaq people, then the Annapolis Valley, Five Islands and PEI……
then print media. Yeah, that’s it.
Isn’t there a large, child-terrifying statue of my homey G-Cap in Parrsboro?
yep, my grandfather had a cottage there
I guy I went to uni with claimed that in the late 60’s his grandmother rented a cottage to some young Americans who had decided to take a pass on the male-bonding experience of their generation. One of them ,supposedly, was a young playwrite and future actor named Sam Shepard.
http://www.airportjournals.com/Photos/0312…
…and the cottage was in the Parrsboro area.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/comm…
Glooscap in Parrsboro. Jesus! I’M creeped out, I can imagine how a kid would feel. He looks a little “papier-mache-ish”, dudn n’e?
SOBova has what we like to call “HOLY FUCK!” moments. Usually when driving and confronted with roadside monstrosities that litter the highways and byways of our fair region like so many monuments to drunken Chamber of Commerce decisions.
Glooscap, the Maugerville potato, any number of concrete or fibreglass fruits and vegetables have all elicited a loud “HOLY FUCK!” upon first encounter. It isn’t just the size, but the grotesqueness/shoddiness of the objet d’art. She’s quite fond of the Shediac giant lobster, the Cow Bay moose, the Mastodon, The Sussex giant cow & calf.
THINKING ABOUT OXYMORONS
What is an oxymoron? Montrealman has given some thought to the question and, as may be confidently assumed, his reflection has borne ripe philosophical fruit. Ordinarily, of course, an oxymoron is conceived in terms of the self-contradictory conjunction of opposites. A “happily married bachelor” would be an example of what we might call an “absolute oxymoron” since the two terms of the oxymoron, “married” and “bachelor,” logically cancel each other out. But are all oxymorons of this sort?
Take Glooscap’s example: “Journalistic ethics – an oxymoron as old as the printed word.” Clearly, this is not an absolute oxymoron since journalists do not lack ethics as a matter of logical necessity. Some journalists may, in fact, actually BE ethical. So what sort of oxymoron is it? I claim that it is a “tendentious oxymoron,” one designed to lead the reader to believe that all journalists are not ethical. It is, in other words, a false oxymoron, not an oxymoron at all. Glooscap, as a consequence, should be sued by the journalists for libel.
Take Montrealman’s example: “Philosophically Reflective Bitches: an oxymoron as old as Bitch itself.” As with Glooscap’s “journalistic ethics,” Montrealman’s “philosophically unreflective bitches” is not an absolute oxymoron since there is no logial necessity that all bitches be philosophically unreflective. However, unllike Glooscap’s example, Montrealman’s is not a tendentious oxymoron since it does not aim to mislead the reader but simply to report on the facts of the case, i.e., that bitches are invariably philosophically unreflective and, as icing on the cake, Montrealman has employed philosophical reflection to demonstrate the distinction. As such it is, as was to be expected coming from Montrealman, a superior oxymoron.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Oxymoron – a congenital cretin with a painkiller addiction.
Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk.
The guy who played Omar on ‘The Wire’ has just been hired to play Ol’ Dirty Bastard in the movie about his life. The ethics of the author of the blurb on the entertainment ticker remain a mystery.
So a humble Montrealman is, what, somewhere between absolute and tendentious?
THINKING ABOUT OXYMORONS: A POSTSCRIPT & AN RSVP
Additional reflection on oxymorons has led Montrealman to further refine the concept. Two points require clarification: (1) Can the nature of Montrealman’s oxymoron, those “Philosophically Reflective Bitches,” be given a proper name? and (2) Why is his oxymoron an oxymoron in the first place?
(1) As has been seen, “Philosophically Reflective Bitches” is neither an “absolute oxymoron” (AO) or a “tendentious oxymoron” (TO). Rather it is an “Empirically Verifiable Oxymoron” (EVO) since it is possible to factually determine whether bitches are or are not philosophically reflective. Invariably, they are not.
(2) “Philosophically Reflective Bitches” is an oxymoron in the first place because of the nature of a bitch itself. To BE a bitch is to be trivial. It is to be trifling, of no importance. But, by definition, to be trivial, trifling and of no importance is precisely to lack a philosophically reflective dimension. It is, in other words, entailed in what it MEANS to be a bitch.
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: troondon formosus (March 23, 10:35AM)
To ask where humility is to be found on a scale having the categories “absolute” and “tendentious” at its extremes is to be incoherent since humility is a quality of humans and not of oxymorons. It is a “category mistake.” Back to the drawing board, Troon!
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
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: Col. Ivan Sonofabitch (March 23, 10:10AM)
I couldn’t help wondering, Ivan. When you say “Nyuk Nyuk, Nyuk,” do you have your hand down your pants?
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
No.
how are the walkers behaving today?
LOL – Good word for ’em. They’ve been giving us a miss; it’s been dead today. I was down on the waterfron this morning watching the Simon Bolivar get set to leave. One of the sailors went tearing down the gangway and up the wharf. Turns out one of his amigos was caming back with an armful of Timmies and needed some help. From Kandahar to Cape Horn, globalization is greased with double-doubles. How are things in your neck of the woods?
that’s a beautiful vessel. fun day, controlled bedlam…lots of dogs and kids. guess which were better behaved
Ha ha – Not even a question. Looking forward to my bedtime Guinness tonight. *glug*
back into the breach tomorrow but not officially open
Wish we were having another summit on the morrow. We always have such a great time and it’s so much fun seeing you guys in 3-D.
it’s a strange way to make friends but i highly recommend it
Amen to that. Speaking of walkers, we watched a couple of episodes last night. SOBova’s working her magic. I may predict a Deputy Grimes action figure being added to our manger scene next Xmas. >; )
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: Col. Ivansonofabitch (March 24, 10:10AM)
I was disappointed that you didn’t ask WHY I thought you might have had your hand down your pants when you chuckled “Nyuk, Nyuk,” so I guess I’ll just have to tell you.
In writing about his early days in Brooklyn – it was in his “Black Spring” if I remember correctly – Henry Miller described the local village idiot (sorry, the differently cognitively endowed) who had a habit of going up on the roof and masturbating. While so engaged he would shout, “Bjork! Bjork!”
Seeing the similarity between “Nyuk, Nyuk” and “Bjork! Bjork!” I naturally assumed were similarly engaged. Will you be going up on the roof soon? If so, remember it’s “Bjork! Bjork!”
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Sorry Dennis. I’m old school. When I achieve “le Petit Mort” I usually yell ,a la George C. Scott, “ROMMEL YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD. I READ YOUR BOOK! “
the dog is failing, the basement is flooding…what a sunday grrooo
>: ( Das ist nicht gut.
http://europeanmovies.org/wp-content/uploa…
Das Rooooooooo.
I think “nyuk,nyuk,nyuk” is a Three Stooges reference. Ever partake of the Stooges Monsieur? They kept me in stitches when I was a wee lad, the boys laid out corporal punishment on each other like nobody’s business and they whole brought incompetence to a whole new level. That was back in the days when violent was funny. Ah, good times.
I understand they’re making a new movie on the Stooges. Hard to tell if they can resurrect that silly slapstick feel of old. Probably not.
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: Col. Ivansonofabitch (March 25, 11:13AM)
Is that what you shout out on the roof? I’m sure your wife must be mortified.
No, I think maybe it’s time for a change. Go with “Bjork! Bjork!”
: Paingirl (11:42AM)
Sorry to hear about the greyhound. I know these things cut deeply. Wynnie and Lily send their regards.
: troondon formosus (3:19PM)
Um, no Troon, I don’t recall ever being into the Three Stooges but then the early stages of the “talkies” were before my time.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Tis a (verbal) ejaculation best left for practitioners of the sin of Onan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJXKVOxqkWM
It tends to startle the ladies and the subsequent historical exposition can be a mood killer.
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: Col. Ivan Sonofabitch (March 25, 4:26PM)
How did Rommel respond? What was he doing when observed through the binoculars?
Was his behaviour provocative?
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Pretty sure he was in Bavaria , recovering from jaundice at the time. He missed the final defeat of Panzerarmee Afrika in Tunisia.
Obscure historical note: Soldiers of the British 8th Army, the famed “Desert Rats” found that one of the more irritating factors of service in North Africa was the ominpresent sand, which could work it’s way under the foreskin and cause nasty open sores which could quicky render a man hors de combat. (No bjorking please Dennis – that was not a reference to les filles de joie) As a result, voluntary circumcisions became widespread. Indeed, one truly dedicated regimental surgeon called a medical parade, explained the benefits of circumcision to the assembled unit and then proceeded to drop trou and perform the operation upon himself. Quick as a whistle, here’s your cap – what’s your hurry? For numerous reasons I somehow doubt that his Afrika Korps counterparts were as keen to do the same.
THINKING ABOUT GERMAN FORESKINS
: Col. Ivan Sonofabitch (March 26, 9:36AM)
“For numerous reasons I somehow doubt that his Afrika Corps counterparts were keen to do the same.”
I think we’ve stumbled onto a new and pristine field of research in WW11 scholarship – the respective perceptions of the foreskin in the British 8th. Army and the German Afrika Corps. In the case of the former matters seem pretty straightforward if the medical surgeon’s self-circumcision is to be taken as standard. However, if Ivan’s “doubts” are to be given creedence, things were not so matter-of-fact with the Germans.
Initially, one supposes that their reluctance to be circumcised had something to do with anti-Semitism. Pulling down the pants was a widespread Gestapo practice to identify suspected Jews during the Nazi period. However, a moment’s reflection reveals that even the youngest of the soldiers of the Afrika Corps would have been born no later than circa 1925, seven years before the Nazi rise to power in Germany. The most obvious reason for their reluctance to lose their foreskins does not hold water.
Everything, then, comes down to those “numerous reasons” of which Ivan speaks. What were they, Ivan? That “new and pristine field of research” depends on your reply.
(In any case, the jig was up for the Germans if George C. Scott could observe Rommel in Bavaria from his tank in North Africa.)
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Bitchers may wish to check out a very good film from the 90’s called “Europa, Europa”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europa_Europa
Foreskins, or the lack thereof, play a significant role throughout.
movie recommendations eh? i give you this, tho i haven’t seen the whole thing http://greyhoundmovie.com/
Excellent. I love documentaries. SOBova recently met a therapy greyhound on her perambulations through Metro. A lovely beast, she said.
it’s really tough to get a balance regarding greyhounds. i love documentaries too, hope this one covers some middle ground. that’s where i reside, waving at both sides
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: Col. Ivan Sonofabitch (March 26, 11:42AM)
A “Schlappschwanz” eh? I used to play chess with a Hungarian who fought on the German side in Russia. He used to call me “Schlappy.” I thought he was being friendly.
: Paingirl (12:29PM)
I always get queasy when I come across the words “sport” and “animals” in the same sentence.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
“Montrealman has given some thought” – Muntremoleman & thought, now THAT”S an oxymoron.
There you go with your genital fixation again Smeagol. You do know what Freud thought of it, don’t you?
“i always get queasy when i come across the words “sport” and “animals” in the same sentence” sorry it makes you queasy but i’m pleased, all the same. i feel a cold controlled rage
shouldn’t you be out crying in protest and blocking the traffic of the people you’re trying to hit up for your tuition?