May 28, 2007

Horse 764 - We're Going Up!



Yeovil Town 0 - Blackpool 2

Goals in each half from Robbie Williams and Keigan Parker sealed Blackpool's return to the second tier of English football after a 29-year exile with a win over Yeovil in the League One play-off final. As well as sealing promotion to the Championship, Blackpool's victory was their 10th on the trot - breaking a club record that had stood for 70 years.

Considering that this was only a League One promotion match, it's staggering to think that 59,313 people made the trip to Wembley.

What this means is that next season there'll be two derby matches against my second most hated club, Preston North End and another pair of fixtures against my friend Mark's team, Southampton. I severely hope that Foxtel are able to wrangle TV rights, because if they can it will mean that for the first time in my life, they'll actually appear on television.

Considering Sydney's exit from the Asian Champions League and Liverpool's loss in the final of the European Champions League, perhaps the cruel mistress of the round ball has decided to dangle one thread of sacchrin; that for the moment is all the sweetness I'll get I fear, for the next few months apart from the odd international, the year is over. Living in a world where dates have slashes is so strange.

May 24, 2007

Horse 763 - Not A Night I'd Like To Remember



With reference to Horse 754, football remains a cruel mistress. Last night I went to be early and set the alarm for 4am so that I could get up, drink tea, eat toast and have my heart broken two hours later. Clearly this post is late, and there has been plenty of discussion and rationalisation of the horrible minute, but It hurts!

You're a crook. You're a cheat and a swindler! That's what you are! How could you do a thing like this, build up a little boy's hopes and then smash all his dreams to pieces? You're an inhuman monster!

I'd say that Inzaghi's deflection was probably a handball, but if that wasn't a goal, then the second most definately was. Liverpool gave the match away to AC by playing a better class of football for about 44 minutes and then dropped their heads. It proves again the old adage that you can't win if you don't score. If Inzaghi wasn't credited with man of the match then I really don't know who else to give it to, except maybe Oddo who did play with ticker.

Fair dos to AC Milan, they made their chances count. It was a good cup win for them.
AC Milan 2 - Liverpool 1 - Bah 2 - Humbug! 1

May 23, 2007



INVISIBLE PIE!!!


lolXorz!!!!!1!1!111

Horse 762 - Now I Know How Many Holes It Takes...



I was reading through various reports about the upcoming Champions League Final between AC Milan and Liverpool and stumbled upon a somewhat amusing remark about the redevelopment of one of the stands at Ewood Park where Blackburn Rovers play.

The North Stand when completed in 2009 will have an additional 6000 seats which increase the capacity of Ewood Park to just over 37000 people. The stand is to feature a rear wall with 4000 glass portholes with reference to the club's supporters group and fanzine "4000 Holes"

Of course Beatles fans will already know where this came from within the lyrics of A Day In The Life:
I read the news today, Oh boy!
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire.
And though the holes were rather small,
They had to count them all;
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

What they probably don't realise however is where that original comment came from in the first place:
The Daily Mail
January 17, 1967
According to road surveys carried out by the Ministry of Transport in conjunction with The Lancashire County Roads Office, there are more than 4000 holes in the road in Blackburn, Lancashire, or one twenty-sixth of a hole per person. If Blackburn is typical then there are over two million holes in Britain's roads and 300 000 in London.

Now by inference if there is 1/26th of a hole per person, and the Royal Albert Hall holds 5,544 people including standing in the Gallery due to fire and safety restrictions, then it follows that this Grade I listed building requires a mere 213 holes to fill it, which is hardly what one would call a "Sea of Holes" at all is it?

May 16, 2007

Horse 761 - Damn You "English Language"!



It is no secret that I retain a deeply entrenched, nigh-sadomasochistic streak for language and its praxis.

Language rocks. Language melts. Depending on the situation, it can make or break a person. It can heighten someone to oft-heard of but seldom seen dizzying cusps of joyful abandon, or hurl that same person into the unfathomable depths of frantic self-loathing.

Overall, language is just plain fun.

Which is why the discrepancies among separate embodiments of human communication strike me so. Namely: I believe native English speakers are sentimentally impaired by their tongue.

By this I mean no disrespect on anyone’s cunning lingual ability (bet you thought I would skip the cheap shot, huh?). No, I’m referring to the different gradations of love according to language.

Much has been said about the influence of language on our thought process by a lot of people better prepared than I am. Chomsky, that guy who was obsessed with eskimos, CS Lewis and even my own discussions of slang and language related fiction are just some of the many, many boring sources I could point to regarding this subject. But I won’t.

I will just refer to one overbearing example: Love.

I know what you’re thinking: Rollo has finally gone off the deep end, the dude’s going to launch into some diatribe about how wonderful his girlfriend is - please spare us the schmaltz!. And yes, my girlfriend is quite wonderful, thanksformentioning it, but that’s not what I’m going to talk about. I want to discuss the idea itself, its manifestation in language, and its levels in particular.

In Spanish, there are two basic levels of the same emotion: Querer and Amar. The first one, "Te quiero", conveys a strong feeling of affection for a person. It’s ok to say it to your better half within an acceptable timeframe in a serious relationship (you don’t just rush into it), it’s rarely ok to say it to friends (unless it happens to be New Year's then it’s quite alright), and it’s not as high as you can go.

Then there’s "Te amo".

Which is, unquestionably, on a level of its own. This is the one you say to a girl when you look in her eyes and think to yourself that it would be awesome to settle down, and stay by her side until the stars don’t shine. You may "querer" a whole bunch of girls from afar in your life, but you’ll only "amar" one... possibly ever.

Now let’s move over to English… What do we have?

I love you.

That’s it. That’s the whole enchilada. No more, zip, nada, zilch, zero, zippidy-doo-da, badda-bing-badda-boom, nought, nothing, the matter is closed, pens down the test is over, roll up the clouds like a giant scroll, pack up the ball, pick up your bat and ball and go home. You either do or do not. No middle point at all. When you get into a "relationship" (and I really hate that word because it's so clinical) you’re supposed to stave off the desire to proclaim your feelings until you can give this one a go. And then there’s nothing more.

I find that cruel.

Thank goodness I don't live in Japan - they actually do get nothing.

Horse 760 - I'm "Better Off"



Today: I am on a smaller dollar figure wage than I was in 2001. If I quit this job, then the average market wage is on average $3500 less again. I am on a smaller real wage adjusted for inflation despite 2 pay increases since I was hired. Yet the Award which used to exist, doesn't any longer so I need to go through the hassle of an AWA.

Mr Howard, I hurt because of your stupid IR laws. The PDF which was sent through this afternoon telling us how much "better off" we all are is pure and utter bunk. Your sigature appears at the bottom which shows that you don't live in the real world at all.

I'd like to honestly hear how I'm supposedly "better off" Mr Howard, no really I would. Remember that for about 2 days a week, in reality I'm working for you via taxation.

You're off with the fairies mate.

May 15, 2007

Horse 759 - Bullying the State




This is from the front page of today's Sydney Morning Herald:

BEN COX has no friends. He is unlikely to make any in the future, or form any romantic relationships. At 18, his teenage life has "all but been destroyed", and his adult life will be no better.

He will never know the satisfaction of a job, and anxiety and depression will be his likely companions for the rest of his life. With this bleak forecast, the Supreme Court's Justice Carolyn Simpson yesterday found schoolboy bullying was to blame and Mr Cox was entitled to compensation.

In what is believed to be the biggest school bullying damages award in NSW, Mr Cox's legal team estimates the reclusive Hunter Valley teenager will receive about $1 million, giving him an income for life and superannuation.

Let's look at this in detail shall we?
BEN COX has no friends. He is unlikely to make any in the future...
Imagine being told this by the front page of Fairfax Media in six capitals around the country, what's that going to do to his self esteem?

At 18, his teenage life has "all but been destroyed", and his adult life will be no better.
At 20 his teenage life will be "over" and his adult life will be totally kickarse thanks to never having to work a lick his whole life.

He will never know the satisfaction of a job, and anxiety and depression will be his likely companions for the rest of his life.
He doesn't need to know the drudgery of a job, and whilst it's true that money can't explicitly buy happiness, he sure can rent it.

In what is believed to be the biggest school bullying damages award in NSW, Mr Cox's legal team estimates the reclusive Hunter Valley teenager will receive about $1 million, giving him an income for life and superannuation.
Ben Cox is going to have lots of friends in the future whether he wants them or not. People are attracted to money like flies around a freshly laid dog poo. Mind you being awarded $1 million will make him the subject of a great deal of scorn considering that he's taking money from decent hard-working people viz the courts because he didn't learn to stand up for himself in school.

Ok, I might feel sorry that he was bullied in school but can you please tell me how I contributed to this considering that I live nearly 200 kilometers away? Why are the bullies getting away scot-free? Why is this purilent Ben Cox bullying me out of my entitlements as a taxpayer?

He could do something useful to help the victims of bullying in future but I bet that he won't. Instead his government sponsored bullying on a far larger scale will steal the lunch money, the computer money, the sporting goods money, etc etc etc to the tune of $1 million from children he's not even met.

That's bullying on a far worser scale.

May 14, 2007

Horse 758 - 300km/h Laboratories





The Spanish GP has thrown up some interesting variables. Kimi Raikkonen the gun Ferrari driver who was expected to sweep all before him retired with electrical failure, Felipe Massa his number 2 has been putting in consistent results and now has racked up a win, Fernando Alonso the reigning World Champion is being upstaged by 22 year old Lewis Hamilton who in only his first season is actually leading the World Championship.
The guard has changed yet again... and F1 is accused of being boring?

Alonso's hopes of winning his home race were over almost before it began when he made an ambitous attempt to overtake Massa around the outside of the first corner.

Alonso lost only two places as he rejoined the track, slotting into fourth place behind Hamilton and Ferrari's Kimi Raikkonen, who was passed by the Englishman on the run down to the third corner.

But the world champion's car had been damaged, although it is unclear how much that affected his pace.

Alonso moved up to third when Raikkonen retired with a rare Ferrari failure on lap 10, but he could not close on Hamilton, who was equally helpless in the face of the charging Massa.

The Brazilian edged steadily ahead in the lead and was nearly 10 seconds clear by the time he made his first pit stop on lap 19, the same time as Alonso. Hamilton stayed out for another three laps but was no closer to the Ferrari when he rejoined the track after his own stop. The first stops were the end of Alonso's already slim hopes of winning his home race for the second year in a row.

McLaren fitted the harder of the two tyre options to his car for his middle stint, while everyone else stayed on the softer tyres and saved the harder ones until the final push.

The plan was presumably for Alonso to limit the damage in the middle of the race and make a charge in the closing laps but he slipped back to more than 10 seconds behind Hamilton in the first few laps after the stops as the tyres took their time to come up to speed.

Alonso continued to lose ground to his team-mate throughout the second stint and was more than 16 seconds adrift by the time Hamilton made his second stop on lap 47. Alonso followed him in a lap later and began to close on Hamilton after they rejoined, but in the final 10 laps the gap stabilised.

The eight points for second place put Hamilton two points clear of Alonso at the head of the drivers' championship, with Massa a further point behind.

May 08, 2007

Horse 757 - La La La Lettuce



What do lettuce seeds look like? To answer that we need to ask another question: What is a lettuce? It's like asking "What Are Birds"? What Are Birds? We just don't know.

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Moving back to our previous question of what a lettuce is, I looked in a big textbook and found out a lot of stuff. The scientific name for the common head lettuce is Lactuca sativa. Both the English name "lettuce" and the Latin name of the genus "lactuca" are derived from "lactis", the Latin word for "milk", referring to its milky juice of the plant - so no help there.

Lactuca are in the Asteraceae family, so I had a look to find out what other species were Lactuca family and found the Helianthus and the Taraxacum, which are the Sunflower and the Dandelion respectively. A word of note here, a Dandelion is not another name for a big camp cat.

In general the Asteraceae produce flowers and then seeds on little parachutes, this is called bolting. In other words, when it is time for the seeds of these plants to get the heck away they do the bolt. Asteraceae are the SAS of the flower world, and when you blow on a flower clock, you are in reality commissioning several seedy paratroopers with their RNA cargo to disperse and propogate.

The Lettuce plant has a short stem initially (a rosette growth habit), but when it blooms the stem lengthens and branches, and it produces many flower heads that look like those of dandelions, but smaller. When grown to eat, lettuce is harvested before it bolts.

Lettuce seeds not surprisingly look like Dandelion seeds but for the question "What Are Birds"? We just don't know.

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May 06, 2007

Horse 756 - Emotional Swings and Roundabouts



This is the last day of the regular season in League One. I guarantee that tonight will be a roller-coaster of emotion whilst watching and hoping for certain results to fall the right direction.

Scunthorpe 88 - Champions and guaranteed to go up.
Bristol City 82
Nottingham Forest 81
Blackpool 80
Whoever finishes 2nd will go up automatically but they other will meet in the playoffs. I need both Bristol and Forest to lose. I have the BBC World Service on and the "Live Scores" window open on Soccernet.

Bristol City 1 - Rotherham 0 - ugh
Swansea 0 - Blackpool 1 - Yay
Swansea 1 - Blackpool 1 - Errr
Swansea 2 - Blackpool 1 - Awwww
Swansea 2 - Blackpool 2 - Yay - we're back in it
Swansea 3 - Blackpool 2 - What?!
Bristol City 2 - Rotherham 0 - Noooo
Bristol City 3 - Rotherham 0 - Noooo

Bristol City 3 - Rotherham 1 - C'mon Rotherham
Swansea 3 - Blackpool 3 - Yessss... equalised!
Nottingham Forest 0 - Crewe 0 - So long as it stays that way.
Swansea 3 - Blackpool 4 - Four! When have they ever scored four? It's a good thing though.
Wrexham 1 - Boston Utd 1 - Does this means that Boston fall out of the League?
Scunthorpe 1 - Carlisle 0 - Bit irrelevant that - they're going up anyway.
Scunthorpe 2 - Carlisle 0 - ...and they're going to be on television next year BJD
Fulham 0 - Liverpool 0 - Usually I'd care, but I'm watching the fate of Blackpool today.
Nottingham Forest 0 - Crewe 0 - Penalty SAVED at Forest. So long as it stays that way.
Scunthorpe 3 - Carlisle 0 - And they're champions as well...
Fulham 1 - Liverpool 0 - But he was OFFSIDE! (yes I do still care a bit)
Catalans 28 - Harlequins 18 - ?? Oh it's Rugby League, SHUT UP!!!
Blackburn Rovers 2 - Newcastle 0 - Steve wasn't happy about this.
Shrewsbury 2 - Grimbsy Town 1 - At Gay Meadow... tee hee hee... gay meadow. La las
Swansea 3 - Blackpool 5 - FIVE. Woo Hoo. Despite this they still will have to playoff as it stands
80 min - I'm not hopeful that Rotherham can score 3 against Scunthorpe
Wrexham 2 - Boston Utd 1 - Boston are exiting the league today... I feel bad for them.
Swansea 3 - Blackpool 6 - SIX and they still aren't going up?! This isn't fair.
Wrexham 3 - Boston Utd 1 - Wrexham are rubbing their noses in it now.
92 Minutes now... it's pretty much over now.
FINAL Wrexham 3 - Boston Utd 1 - Boston Utd trudge off down the tunnel and back to the Conference.
FINAL Swansea 3 - Blackpool 6 - I wish I'd seen six goals today.
FINAL Nottingham Forest 0 - Crewe 0 - Not that important really.
FINAL Bristol City 3 - Rotherham 1 - Bristol go up.

Scunthorpe 91 - Automatic Promotion as Champions
Bristol City 85 - City are promoted
Blackpool 83
Nottingham Forest 82
I guess Blackpool has to settle for the playoffs. Six goals is encouraging though.

Rugby League fans never go through anything like this. You can't get promoted in a single league, neither can you get relegated either. Would they watch screens of text at 2am? I doubt it. It is true, the football fan is a strange breed. We're long suffering and often stay up to stupid o'clock for news.

The last comfort for tonight was hearing "This is the BBC World Service, calling the world from London. It's 17 hours BST and 16 hours GMT." I go to sleep tonight maybe not overly happy, but this is the first time in a long time that I've sat through promotion commentary.

May 04, 2007

Happy Star Wars Day!


May the Fourth be with you!

Horse 755 - La La La... Well Just LA!



Ok, I admit it... I can sing. The question then is, if I can sing, then how come I don't do it in front of a group of people?

As an untrained singer, my technical ability to sing up and down the scale is astounding. I can almost pass through two octaves. The average untrained singer may have an octave or less, perhaps an octave and a half (strained). Professional singers (with extensive training) have a practice singing range of about 3 octaves (unstrained), and a performance range of 1.5-2 octaves.
It is EXTREMELY rare, but there are singers with 4 octave practice ranges, these tend to be female singers as their vocal cords are lighter than males. The most extreme case was Roy Orbison, who actually had a shade over 4, possibly a 4.5 octave range.
Ok, so the technical answer means that in theory I should be pretty good, the question remains, how come I don't do it in front of a group of people?

Every musical instrument is shaped by two broad characteristics - Pitch and Timbre. If you think of pitch as being the outlines, the timbre is the colour that fills in the gaps; this is where I fail miserably. People's voices who are usually considered "nice" have a quality of timbre that is warm, whereas I on the other hand have a voice that sounds really quite dull. It would be comparing an oil painting to a child's colouring book (that's been coloured by a 4 year old). Try rendering The Hay Wain in EGA and you'll begin to get an idea.

The best example I can think of to illustrate this is the case of Shirley Bassey and Charlotte Church. The pair of them were both at the BRITs performing together once and although they shared exactly the same register, it was like pairing a saxophone and a viola together.

What it does mean is that I should be able to consistently beat people like Jimmy in a contest like Singstar which measures pitch but not timbre and why I'm unsuited to being a performer - in other words, he does have a better singing voice because of timbre but not pitch.
BJD noticed this as well when he remarked that some people sounded better but were still being marked less by the machine, that's the reason.

In general, ladies should also be able to out-perform gents in a contest like this because their lighter vocal chords means that they naturally have a wider range.

Actually I just wanted to use this post to mention that at the moment, I still hold top score on Singstar... tee hee hee!

May 02, 2007

Horse 754 - La La La Liverpool





Yes, that's it. I'm making a stand. Football is a cruel mistress. She lures us in with promises of exciting times in exotic places, and instead we get one-nil defeats at Fulham on a rainy Tuesday night. Sometimes we wait for goal news coming in on the BBC Vidi Printer, or scouring the internet for our latest signing, who usually turns out to be more Ronald McDonald than Ronaldo.

But the point is, I could no more give up football for good than I could perform open heart surgery on myself. Because once we're in, we're in; hooked for life. Your car breaks down; you save up and buy a new one. You get retrenched from that dream job; you go out and find a new one. But no matter how many times your club breaks your heart, you still suffer sleepless nights as news drifts in over the wireless, spend hours in anticipation of yet another fixture or perform mathematical calculations that even Professors in High-Order Mathematics would find bordering on impossible.

Every so often though, there is a wave of pure magic which offsets the drudgery. The chance at a trophy, a cracker of a goal or even just winning the war on the terraces. Today was a triumph of all three.

This morning Liverpool have booked their ticket to Athens with the prospect of a 6th European Cup. Jose Mourinho's Chelsea were finally given the shove after Agger's 22nd minute goal drew the home side level tp 1-1. With the end of regulation and extra time not producing anything futher, this brought on that most horrid of things, the penalty shootout. Liverpool won that however, 4-1 on penalties (which I didn't see) and this sets up the possibility of meeting bitter, bitter rivals Manchested Utd on the 23rd.

The side that Jose Mourihno labelled as "The Worst Champions of Europe" have knocked his side out of the cup AGAIN. Seriously has Chelsea ever been beaten by a better side according to him? Today's comments sound like they come directly off the post-match interview DVD for 2005. He can but watch as Rafa's boys go on to a second European title shot under his tenure to yet again become the "The Worst Champions of Europe".

April 29, 2007

Horse 753 - La La La Linoleum



Well you could sing some la la la's some pretty little words and you'd have yourself a nice little song there.

La la la lemon,
La la la lightbulb,
La la la lamppost (this is fun),
La la la lump in my oatmeal,





An internet meme a few years ago and the now famous website (and mirrors) "Bert Is Evil" had pictures of Bert in various conspiracies including one doctored picture of him posing with Osama Bin Laden. Admittedly Bert probably would not be a terrorist though it does beg the question as to what central charateristics would render him the subject of ridicule.

Bert serves as a comic foil to Ernie who's schemes usually involve some hare-brained idea and Bert trying to dissuade him. This usually almost always results in Bert losing his temper and Ernie being totally naive to what's just happened. Bert is probably more intellegent than Ernie, is also frequently grumpy and in his own opinion rather boring as evidenced by his finding a book entitled "Boring Stories" really exciting.

There is a world weariness about Bert that we feel sorry for. Although he doesn't come off as being nerdy, he finds entertainment and joy in collecting paper clips, bottle cap and is a known pigeon fancier. Maybe that's also why in this song he happens to think of a "great L word" in Linoleum. It must be said that if you happen to be 4, 44 or 84 it is truly a "great L word" and in a nerdy strange sort of way, Bert also happens to best Ernie.

Deep down we either know or are people like Bert. I'll be you can think of them right now...

April 27, 2007

Horse 752 - We Are One Tonight



Welcome to the world of not really having a post but being saved by something asnine and inane!

From Howie
and Jenny, then BJD

RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. Write down the name of the song.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
... huh? (Azumanga Daioh)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Lyla (Oasis)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
500 Miles (The Proclaimers)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I Wanna Be A Hippy (Technohead)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Save The Last Dance For Me (The Drifters)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Trading Post Injuns (Radio City)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
I'll Be There (Emma Bunton)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Geek Stink Breath (Green Day)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Evie (The Wrights)

WHAT IS 2+2?
Mars, Bringer of War (Holst)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
One Step Behind (The Living End)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
JJ (Area-7)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Monster Mash (Boris Pickett)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Irish Firestarter (Radio 1 - Chris Moyles)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Witchdoctor (The Living End)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Tongue Tied (Red Dwarf)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Sonic Screwdriver Noise (Dr Who)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Captain Planet (TV Theme)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Who The **** Is Man United? (Oasis)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Working Class Hero (John Lennon)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Fashion Week (Sam Kekovich)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Always Blow Your Nose (Radio 1)

WHAT SONG WILL BE THE SUBJECT WHEN YOU REPOST?
La La La La Lemon (Sesame Street)

April 26, 2007

Horse 751 - Teenagers Are Useless Because We Made Them So



Every day to get to the bank I must walk past Mosman High School. It's isn't a terribly bad school considering that it is in a very affluent area, it's just that every time I walk past, I feel a bit sorry for the kids whom you see sitting on their own. It's as though the same sorts of problems plague the High School kids of today as we faced.

When we were in high school, my friend Rich and I made a map of the school lunch tables according to popularity. This was easy to do, because kids only ate lunch with others of about the same popularity. We graded them from A to E. A tables were full of baggy pants wearers and the "beautiful" girls and so on. E tables contained the nerdy kids, what in the language of the time we called "the nerd herd".

We sat at a D table, as low as you could get without looking physically different. We were not being especially candid to grade ourselves as D. It would have taken a deliberate lie to say otherwise. Everyone in the school knew exactly how popular everyone else was, including us.

My stock gradually rose during high school. Puberty finally arrived; I became a decent football player; I started a scandalous underground newspaper. So I've seen a good part of the popularity landscape.

I know a lot of people who were nerds in school, and they all tell the same story: there is a strong correlation between being smart and being a nerd, and an even stronger inverse correlation between being a nerd and being popular. Being smart seems to make you unpopular.

Why? To someone in the workforce now, that may seem an odd question to ask. The mere fact is so overwhelming that it may seem strange to imagine that it could be any other way. But it could. Being smart doesn't make you an outcast in elementary school. Nor does it harm you in the real world. Nor, as far as I can tell, is the problem so bad in most other countries. But in a typical Australian secondary school, being smart is likely to make your life difficult. Why?

The key to this mystery is to rephrase the question slightly. Why don't smart kids make themselves popular? If they're so smart, why don't they figure out how popularity works and beat the system, just as they do for standardized tests?

One argument says that this would be impossible, that the smart kids are unpopular because the other kids envy them for being smart, and nothing they could do could make them popular. I wish. If the other kids in high school envied me, they did a great job of concealing it. And in any case, if being smart were really an enviable quality, the girls would have broken ranks. The guys that guys envy, girls like.

In the schools I went to, being smart just didn't matter much. Kids didn't admire it or despise it. All other things being equal, they would have preferred to be on the smart side of average rather than the dumb side, but intelligence counted far less than, say, physical appearance, charisma, or athletic ability.

So if intelligence in itself is not a factor in popularity, why are smart kids so consistently unpopular? The answer, I think, is that they don't really want to be popular.

If someone had told me that at the time, I would have laughed at them. Being unpopular in school makes kids miserable, some of them so miserable that they commit suicide. Telling me that I didn't want to be popular would have seemed like telling someone dying of thirst in a desert that he didn't want a glass of water. Of course I wanted to be popular.

But in fact I didn't, not enough. There was something else I wanted more: to be smart. Not simply to do well in school, though that counted for something, but to design beautiful rockets, or to write well, or to understand how to program computers. In general, to make great things, to do something useful; now look, I'm an accountant which is neither creative nor useful.

At the time I never tried to separate my wants and weigh them against one another. If I had, I would have seen that being smart was more important. If someone had offered me the chance to be the most popular kid in school, but only at the price of being of average intelligence (humor me here), I wouldn't have taken it.

Much as they suffer from their unpopularity, I don't think many nerds would. To them the thought of average intelligence is unbearable. But most kids would take that deal. For half of them, it would be a step up. Even for someone in the eightieth percentile (assuming, as everyone seemed to then, that intelligence is a scalar), who wouldn't drop thirty points in exchange for being loved and admired by everyone?

And that, I think, is the root of the problem. Nerds serve two masters. They want to be popular, certainly, but they want even more to be smart. And popularity is not something you can do in your spare time, not in the fiercely competitive environment of an Australian secondary school.

Alberti, arguably the archetype of the Renaissance Man, writes that "no art, however minor, demands less than total dedication if you want to excel in it." I wonder if anyone in the world works harder at anything than Australian school kids work at popularity. The SAS and neurosurgery residents seem slackers by comparison. They occasionally take holidays; some even have hobbies. An Australian teenager may work at being popular every waking hour, 365 days a year.

I don't mean to suggest they do this consciously. Some of them truly are little Machiavellis, but what I really mean here is that teenagers are always on duty as conformists.

For example, teenage kids pay a great deal of attention to clothes. They don't consciously dress to be popular. They dress to look good. But to who? To the other kids. Other kids' opinions become their definition of right, not just for clothes, but for almost everything they do, right down to the way they walk. And so every effort they make to do things "right" is also, consciously or not, an effort to be more popular.

Nerds don't realize this. They don't realize that it takes work to be popular. In general, people outside some very demanding field don't realize the extent to which success depends on constant (though often unconscious) effort. For example, most people seem to consider the ability to draw as some kind of innate quality, like being tall. In fact, most people who "can draw" like drawing, and have spent many hours doing it; that's why they're good at it. Likewise, popular isn't just something you are or you aren't, but something you make yourself.

The main reason nerds are unpopular is that they have other things to think about. Their attention is drawn to books or the natural world, not fashions and parties. They're like someone trying to play cricket while balancing a glass of water on his head. Other players who can focus their whole attention on the game beat them effortlessly, and wonder why they seem so incapable.

Even if nerds cared as much as other kids about popularity, being popular would be more work for them. The popular kids learned to be popular, and to want to be popular, the same way the nerds learned to be smart, and to want to be smart: from their parents. While the nerds were being trained to get the right answers, the popular kids were being trained to please.

So far I've been finessing the relationship between smart and nerd, using them as if they were interchangeable. In fact it's only the context that makes them so. A nerd is someone who isn't socially adept enough. But "enough" depends on where you are. In a typical Australian school, standards for coolness are so high (or at least, so specific) that you don't have to be especially awkward to look awkward by comparison.

Few smart kids can spare the attention that popularity requires. Unless they also happen to be good-looking, natural athletes, or siblings of popular kids, they'll tend to become nerds. And that's why smart people's lives are worst between, say, the ages of eleven and seventeen. Life at that age revolves far more around popularity than before or after.

Before that, kids' lives are dominated by their parents, not by other kids. Kids do care what their peers think in elementary school, but this isn't their whole life, as it later becomes.

Around the age of eleven, though, kids seem to start treating their family as a day job. They create a new world among themselves, and standing in this world is what matters, not standing in their family. Indeed, being in trouble in their family can win them points in the world they care about.

The problem is, the world these kids create for themselves is at first a very crude one. If you leave a bunch of eleven-year-olds to their own devices, what you get is Lord of the Flies. Like a lot of Australian kids, I read this book in school. Presumably it was not a coincidence. Presumably someone wanted to point out to us that we were savages, and that we had made ourselves a cruel and stupid world. This was too subtle for me. While the book seemed entirely believable, I didn't get the additional message. I wish they had just told us outright that we were savages and our world was stupid.

Nerds would find their unpopularity more bearable if it merely caused them to be ignored. Unfortunately, to be unpopular in school is to be actively persecuted.

Why? Once again, anyone currently in school might think this a strange question to ask. How could things be any other way? But they could be. Adults don't normally persecute nerds. Why do teenage kids do it?

Partly because teenagers are still half children, and many children are just intrinsically cruel. Some torture nerds for the same reason they pull the legs off spiders. Before you develop a fully functioning conscience, torture is amusing.

Another reason kids persecute nerds is to make themselves feel better. When you tread water, you lift yourself up by pushing water down. Likewise, in any social hierarchy, people unsure of their own position will try to emphasize it by maltreating those they think rank below.

But I think the main reason other kids persecute nerds is that it's part of the mechanism of popularity. Popularity is only partially about individual attractiveness. It's much more about alliances. To become more popular, you need to be constantly doing things that bring you close to other popular people, and nothing brings people closer than a common enemy.

Like a politician who wants to distract voters from bad times at home, you can create an enemy if there isn't a real one. By singling out and persecuting a nerd, a group of kids from higher in the hierarchy create bonds between themselves. Attacking an outsider makes them all insiders. This is why the worst cases of bullying happen with groups. Ask any nerd: you get much worse treatment from a group of kids than from any individual bully, however sadistic.

If it's any consolation to the nerds, it's nothing personal. The group of kids who band together to pick on you are doing the same thing, and for the same reason, as a bunch of guys who get together to go hunting. They don't actually hate you. They just need something to chase.

Because they're at the bottom of the scale, nerds are a safe target for the entire school. If I remember correctly, the most popular kids don't persecute nerds; they don't need to stoop to such things. Most of the persecution comes from kids lower down, the nervous middle classes.

The trouble is, there are a lot of them. The distribution of popularity is not a pyramid, but tapers at the bottom like a pear. The least popular group is quite small. (I believe we were the only D table in our cafeteria map.) So there are more people who want to pick on nerds than there are nerds.

As well as gaining points by distancing oneself from unpopular kids, one loses points by being close to them. The lady at the bank across the street I know said that in high school she liked nerds, but was afraid to be seen talking to them because the other girls would make fun of her. Unpopularity is a communicable disease; kids too nice to pick on nerds will still ostracize them in self-defense.

It's no wonder, then, that smart kids tend to be unhappy in high school. Their other interests leave them little attention to spare for popularity, and since popularity resembles a zero-sum game, this in turn makes them targets for the whole school. And the strange thing is, this nightmare scenario happens without any conscious malice, merely because of the shape of the situation.

For me the worst stretch was high, when kid culture was new and harsh, and the specialization that would later gradually separate the smarter kids had barely begun. Nearly everyone I've talked to agrees: the nadir is somewhere between eleven and fourteen.

In our school it was eighth grade, which was ages twelve and thirteen for me. There was a brief sensation that year when one of our teachers overheard a group of girls waiting for the school bus, and was so shocked that the next day she devoted the whole class to an eloquent plea not to be so cruel to one another.

It didn't have any noticeable effect. What struck me at the time was that she was surprised. You mean she doesn't know the kind of things they say to one another? You mean this isn't normal?

It's important to realize that, no, the adults don't know what the kids are doing to one another. They know, in the abstract, that kids are monstrously cruel to one another, just as we know in the abstract that people get tortured in poorer countries. But, like us, they don't like to dwell on this depressing fact, and they don't see evidence of specific abuses unless they go looking for it.

Public school teachers are in much the same position as prison wardens. Wardens' main concern is to keep the prisoners on the premises. They also need to keep them fed, and as far as possible prevent them from killing one another. Beyond that, they want to have as little to do with the prisoners as possible, so they leave them to create whatever social organization they want. From what I've read, the society that the prisoners create is warped, savage, and pervasive, and it is no fun to be at the bottom of it.

In outline, it was the same at the schools I went to. The most important thing was to stay on the premises. While there, the authorities fed you, prevented overt violence, and made some effort to teach you something. But beyond that they didn't want to have too much to do with the kids. Like prison wardens, the teachers mostly left us to ourselves. And, like prisoners, the culture we created was barbaric.

Why is the real world more hospitable to nerds? It might seem that the answer is simply that it's populated by adults, who are too mature to pick on one another. But I don't think this is true. Adults in prison certainly pick on one another. And so, apparently, do society wives; in some parts of Manhattan, life for women sounds like a continuation of high school, with all the same petty intrigues - at least that's the impression that the revolving door of every comedy, drama and soap tells us.

I think the important thing about the real world is not that it's populated by adults, but that it's very large, and the things you do have real effects. That's what school, prison, and ladies-who-lunch all lack. The inhabitants of all those worlds are trapped in little bubbles where nothing they do can have more than a local effect. Naturally these societies degenerate into savagery. They have no function for their form to follow.

When the things you do have real effects, it's no longer enough just to be pleasing. It starts to be important to get the right answers, and that's where nerds show to advantage. Bill Gates will of course come to mind. Though notoriously lacking in social skills, he gets the right answers, at least as measured in revenue.

The other thing that's different about the real world is that it's much larger. In a large enough pool, even the smallest minorities can achieve a critical mass if they clump together. Out in the real world, nerds collect in certain places and form their own societies where intelligence is the most important thing. Sometimes the current even starts to flow in the other direction: sometimes, particularly in university math and science departments, nerds deliberately exaggerate their awkwardness in order to seem smarter. John Nash so admired Norbert Wiener that he adopted his habit of touching the wall as he walked down a corridor.

As a thirteen-year-old kid, I didn't have much more experience of the world than what I saw immediately around me. The warped little world we lived in was, I thought, the world. The world seemed cruel and boring, and I'm not sure which was worse.

Because I didn't fit into this world, I thought that something must be wrong with me. I didn't realize that the reason we nerds didn't fit in was that in some ways we were a step ahead. We were already thinking about the kind of things that matter in the real world, instead of spending all our time playing an exacting but mostly pointless game like the others.

We were a bit like an adult would be if he were thrust back into high school. He wouldn't know the right clothes to wear, the right music to like, the right slang to use. He'd seem to the kids a complete alien. The thing is, he'd know enough not to care what they thought. We had no such confidence.

A lot of people seem to think it's good for smart kids to be thrown together with "normal" kids at this stage of their lives. Perhaps. But in at least some cases the reason the nerds don't fit in really is that everyone else is crazy. I remember sitting in the audience at an "assembly" at my high school, watching as the prefects threw an effigy of an opposing player into the audience to be torn to pieces. I felt like an explorer witnessing some bizarre tribal ritual.

If I could go back and give my thirteen year old self some advice, the main thing I'd tell him would be to stick his head up and look around. I didn't really grasp it at the time, but the whole world we lived in was as fake as a nine dollar note. Not just school, but the entire town. Why do people move to suburbia? To have kids! So no wonder it seemed boring and sterile. The whole place was a giant nursery, an artificial town created explicitly for the purpose of breeding children.

Where I grew up, it felt as if there was nowhere to go, and nothing to do. This was no accident. Suburbs are deliberately designed to exclude the outside world, because it contains things that could endanger children.

And as for the schools, they were just holding pens within this fake world. Officially the purpose of schools is to teach kids. In fact their primary purpose is to keep kids locked up in one place for a big chunk of the day so adults can get things done. And I have no problem with this: in a specialized industrial society, it would be a disaster to have kids running around loose.

What bothers me is not that the kids are kept in prisons, but that (a) they aren't told about it, and (b) the prisons are run mostly by the inmates. Kids are sent off to spend six years memorizing meaningless facts in a world ruled by a caste of other kids wearing baggy pants, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. And if they balk at this surreal cocktail, they're called misfits.

Life in this twisted world is stressful for the kids. And not just for the nerds. Like any war, it's damaging even to the winners.

Adults can't avoid seeing that teenage kids are tormented. So why don't they do something about it? Because they blame it on puberty. The reason kids are so unhappy, adults tell themselves, is that monstrous new chemicals, hormones, are now coursing through their bloodstream and messing up everything. There's nothing wrong with the system; it's just inevitable that kids will be miserable at that age.

This idea is so pervasive that even the kids believe it, which probably doesn't help. Someone who thinks his feet naturally hurt is not going to stop to consider the possibility that he is wearing the wrong size shoes.

I'm suspicious of this theory that thirteen-year-old kids are intrinsically messed up. If it's physiological, it should be universal. Are Mongol nomads all nihilists at thirteen? I've read a lot of history, and I have not seen a single reference to this supposedly universal fact before the twentieth century. Teenage apprentices in the Renaissance seem to have been cheerful and eager. They got in fights and played tricks on one another of course (Michelangelo had his nose broken by a bully), but they weren't crazy.

As far as I can tell, the concept of the hormone-crazed teenager is coeval with suburbia. I don't think this is a coincidence. I think teenagers are driven crazy by the life they're made to lead. Teenage apprentices in the Renaissance were working dogs. Teenagers now are neurotic lapdogs. Their craziness is the craziness of the idle everywhere.

When I was in school, suicide was a constant topic among the smarter kids. I never even considered the idea because I thought it was stupid and selfish (and still do), but several planned to, and some may have tried. Mostly this was just a pose. Like other teenagers, we loved the dramatic, and suicide seemed very dramatic. But partly it was because our lives were at times genuinely miserable.

Bullying was only part of the problem. Another problem, and possibly an even worse one, was that we never had anything real to work on. Humans like to work; in most of the world, your work is your identity. And all the work we did was pointless, or seemed so at the time.

At best it was practice for real work we might do far in the future, so far that we didn't even know at the time what we were practicing for. More often it was just an arbitrary series of hoops to jump through, words without content designed mainly for testability. (The three main causes of poverty in Victorian England were... Test: List the three main causes of poverty in Victorian England.)

And there was no way to opt out. The adults had agreed among themselves that this was to be the route to uni. The only way to escape this empty life was to submit to it.

Teenage kids used to have a more active role in society. In pre-industrial times, they were all apprentices of one sort or another, whether in shops or on farms or even on warships. They weren't left to create their own societies. They were members of adult societies.

Teenagers seem to have respected adults more then, because the adults were the visible experts in the skills they were trying to learn. Now most kids have little idea what their parents do in their distant offices, and see no connection (indeed, there is precious little) between schoolwork and the work they'll do as adults.

And if teenagers respected adults more, adults also had more use for teenagers. After a couple years' training, an apprentice could be a real help. Even the newest apprentice could be made to carry messages or sweep the workshop.

Now adults have no immediate use for teenagers. They would be in the way in an office. So they drop them off at school on their way to work, much as they might drop the dog off at a kennel if they were going away for the weekend.

What happened? We're up against a hard one here. The cause of this problem is the same as the cause of so many present ills: specialization. As jobs become more specialized, we have to train longer for them. Kids in pre-industrial times started working at about 14 at the latest; kids on farms, where most people lived, began far earlier. Now kids who go to uni don't start working full-time till 21 or 22. With some degrees, like MDs and PhDs, you may not finish your training till 30.

Teenagers now are useless, except as cheap labor in industries like fast food, which evolved to exploit precisely this fact (and co-incidentally are also mainly visited by their peers anyway which merely multiplys the problem). In almost any other kind of work, they'd be a net loss. But they're also too young to be left unsupervised. Someone has to watch over them, and the most efficient way to do this is to collect them together in one place. Then you only need a few adults to watch all of them.

If you stop there, what you're describing is literally a prison, albeit a part-time one. The problem is, many schools practically do stop there. The stated purpose of schools is to educate the kids. But there is no external pressure to do this well. And so most schools do such a bad job of teaching that the kids don't really take it seriously, not even the smart kids. Much of the time we were all, students and teachers both, just going through the motions.

In my high school French class we were supposed to read Hugo's Les Miserables. I don't think any of us knew French well enough to make our way through this enormous book. Like the rest of the class, I just skimmed the Study Notes. When we were given a test on the book, I noticed that the questions sounded odd. They were full of long words that our teacher wouldn't have used. Where had these questions come from? From the Study Notes, it turned out. The teacher was using them too. We were all just pretending.

There are certainly great public school teachers. The energy and imagination of my fourth grade teacher, Miss. Silver, made that year something his students still talk about, thirty years later. But teachers like her were individuals swimming upstream. They couldn't fix the system.

In almost any group of people you'll find hierarchy. When groups of adults form in the real world, it's generally for some common purpose, and the leaders end up being those who are best at it. The problem with most schools is, they have no purpose. But hierarchy there must be. And so the kids make one out of nothing.

We have a phrase to describe what happens when rankings have to be created without any meaningful criteria. We say that the situation degenerates into a popularity contest. And that's exactly what happens in most Australian schools. Instead of depending on some real test, one's rank depends mostly on one's ability to increase one's rank. It's like the court of Louis XIV. There is no external opponent, so the kids become one another's opponents.

When there is some real external test of skill, it isn't painful to be at the bottom of the hierarchy. A rookie on a football team doesn't resent the skill of the veteran; he hopes to be like him one day and is happy to have the chance to learn from him. The veteran may in turn feel a sense of noblesse oblige. And most importantly, their status depends on how well they do against opponents, not on whether they can push the other down.

Court hierarchies are another thing entirely. This type of society debases anyone who enters it. There is neither admiration at the bottom, nor noblesse oblige at the top. It's kill or be killed.

This is the sort of society that gets created in Australian secondary schools. And it happens because these schools have no real purpose beyond keeping the kids all in one place for a certain number of hours each day. What I didn't realize at the time, and in fact didn't realize till very recently, is that the twin horrors of school life, the cruelty and the boredom, both have the same cause.

The mediocrity of Australian public schools has worse consequences than just making kids unhappy for six years. It breeds a rebelliousness that actively drives kids away from the things they're supposed to be learning.

Like many nerds, probably, it was years after high school before I could bring myself to read anything we'd been assigned then. And I lost more than books. I mistrusted words like "character" and "integrity" because they had been so debased by adults. As they were used then, these words all seemed to mean the same thing: obedience. The kids who got praised for these qualities tended to be at best dull-witted prize bulls, and at worst facile schmoozers. If that was what character and integrity were, I wanted no part of them.

The word I most misunderstood was "tact." As used by adults, it seemed to mean keeping your mouth shut. I assumed it was derived from the same root as "tacit" and "taciturn" (and I show nerdiness by even knowing the Latin) and that it literally meant being quiet. I vowed that I would never be tactful; they were never going to shut me up. In fact, it's derived from the same root as "tactile" and what it means is to have a deft touch. Tactful is the opposite of clumsy. I don't think I learned this until uni.

Nerds aren't the only losers in the popularity rat race. Nerds are unpopular because they're distracted. There are other kids who deliberately opt out because they're so disgusted with the whole process.

Teenage kids, even rebels, don't like to be alone, so when kids opt out of the system, they tend to do it as a group. At the schools I went to, the focus of rebellion was drug use, specifically marijuana. The kids in this tribe wore black concert t-shirts and were called "hippies".

Hippies and Nerds were allies, and there was a good deal of overlap between them. Hippies were on the whole smarter than other kids, though never studying (or at least never appearing to) was an important tribal value. I was more in the nerd camp, but I was friends with a lot of hippies.

They used drugs, at least at first, for the social bonds they created. It was something to do together, and because the drugs were illegal, it was a shared badge of rebellion.

I'm not claiming that bad schools are the whole reason kids get into trouble with drugs. After a while, drugs have their own momentum. No doubt some of the hippies ultimately used drugs to escape from other problems like trouble at home, for example. But, in my school at least, the reason most kids started using drugs was rebellion. Fourteen-year-olds didn't start smoking pot because they'd heard it would help them forget their problems. They started because they wanted to join a different tribe.

Misrule breeds rebellion; this is not a new idea. And yet the authorities still for the most part act as if drugs were themselves the cause of the problem.

The real problem is the emptiness of school life. We won't see solutions till adults realize that. The adults who may realize it first are the ones who were themselves nerds in school. Do you want your kids to be as unhappy in eighth grade as you were? I wouldn't. Well, then, is there anything we can do to fix things? Almost certainly. There is nothing inevitable about the current system. It has come about mostly by default.

Nerds still in school should not hold their breath. Maybe one day a heavily armed force of adults will show up in helicopters to rescue you, but they probably won't be coming this month. Any immediate improvement in nerds' lives is probably going to have to come from the nerds themselves.

Merely understanding the situation they're in should make it less painful. Nerds aren't losers. They're just playing a different game, and a game much closer to the one played in the real world. Adults know this. It's hard to find successful adults now who don't claim to have been nerds in high school.

It's important for nerds to realize, too, that school is not life. School is a strange, artificial thing, half sterile and half feral. It's all-encompassing, like life, but it isn't the real thing. It's only temporary, and if you look, you can see beyond it even while you're still in it.

If life seems awful to kids, it's neither because hormones are turning you all into monsters (as your parents believe), nor because life actually is awful (as you believe). It's because the adults, who no longer have any economic use for you, have abandoned you to spend years cooped up together with nothing real to do. Any society of that type is awful to live in. You don't have to look any further to explain why teenage kids are unhappy.

I've said some harsh things in this essay, but really the thesis is an optimistic one that several problems we take for granted are in fact not insoluble after all. Teenage kids are not inherently unhappy monsters. That should be encouraging news to kids and adults both.

I have been working in Mosman now for just over 3 years. Every day to get to the bank I must walk past Mosman High School. Only just the other day did the lady at the teller in the bank tell me that she used to go to Mosman High School and every day would see me walk past. Now as a 20 year old, society has an economic use for her. Incidentally, she actually saw no connection between schoolwork and the work she does now.

April 24, 2007

Horse 750 - We Are People of Science!



The great and powerful BBC reports that the University of Leeds has spent 1000 hours of lab testing time to develop the perfect Bacon Buttie.

Hang on a second, is that really the most important thing that research money can be spent on? Has cancer finally been cured? Have we finally perfected computer technology? Has the human genome finally been mapped? Obviously yes.

Prime Minister John Howard suggested that climate change is not the overwhelming moral challenge facing Australians. He said in a speech that such a view is misguided at best and misleading at worst, and de-legitimises other challenges before the current generation.

I fully support Little Johnny on this. Global warming isn't the issue. The single biggest dilemma facing the world in this post September-11, nuclear threatened, environmentally concerned world is how to make the ultimate Bacon Sarnie.

Should I have connected these... Yeah!