January 12th, 2010


Words Sometimes Have Meaning (or, How I Went to Victoria and Did Not Die)

In Victoria, they have a new fire warning: catastrophic.

Now, it may be that I'm a backwards sort, but catastrophic seems to me to be a somewhat dramatic statement to lay down because of weather conditions. It promotes images of burnt out cities. Of cannibal children. Of Cormac McCarthy, telling everyone that the Road is a trilogy. Sure, this could happen if fires burst around, but the old warning of 'extreme' seemed fine enough to me, and catastrophic seems to be mostly connecting to the fact that governments want to frighten their citizens into doing as they say, which is hardly new, but seems to be lacking less and less subtlety as life goes on.

Here's a t-shirt called 'When Geek-ness Goes Retro'

I had a good time in Melbourne, however. I saw some friends, swam in the ocean, went to a wedding, and spent money that has left me largely broke now as the bills move in.