I'd never really noticed it until the last time I watched the only^H^H^H original trilogy, but there are at least three instances where the word 'Hell' is used in Star Wars.
The following three are from script drafts. There is at least one other time where Han uses 'hell' while piloting as well.
1: OWEN: Well, he'd better have those units in the south range repaired
be midday or there'll be hell to pay!
2: HAN: What the hell are you doing? (When Leia shoots out a grate in the Death Star)
3: DECK Officer: Your Tauntaun'll freeze over before you reach the first marker.
HAN: Then I'll see you in hell!
Now the major thing to take into account, I'm sure, is that anything we hear spoken in the historical documentaries are just the English translations of whatever galactic vernacular generally spoken by human types. As such any use of expletives or figures of speech are inconclusive literally.
However, figuratively, it does bring up the question of what is the equivalent referent?
The only real exposure that we get to metaphysics in Star Wars is the neo-retro Space Taoism of the Jedis, and varying degrees of ignorance [The Force?], agnosticism [The Force why?], or apathy [The Forc-- meh].
So, then. What is the linguistic Hell-functor? Thoughts?
- Mood:
contemplative
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neobitch et al.By way of the Linguaphiles community: These are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing's users. Bold what you have read, italicize what you started but couldn’t finish, and strike through what you couldn't stand. Add an asterisk to those you’ve read more than once. Underline those on your to-read list.
Note that I've chosen to use italics for "haven't finished" as opposed to "couldn't finish".
Edit: Forgot to add to-read ones.
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( Books list here )
"We cannot have freedom without wilderness."
-Edward Abbey
- Mood:anachronistic
- Music:Ego Likeness - I Live on What's Left
*runs in circles*
Just a bit more sewing to do!
Also: CEDIA setup was done as of Wednesday evening, took today and tomorrow off to breathe again. Additionally, I've noticed the last several weeks/monthish-or-two that I've gained weight!
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:Jonathan Coulton - I Crush Everything
I'm exciterpated. Last year I was almost convinced into it, but my life was in a bit of an undertow from job situations and the like.
"It's been a long December, and there's reason to believe that maybe this year will be better than the last."
Often so trite to quote songs, but this has been a favorite for years, and I'm really feeling it of late.
I've done a lot of recent rummaging and airing and exorcising of the wolfmotherwallpapered room, especially over the last couple of months, and I have achieved a certain more measure of internal liberty and contentment.
Since about February I've been working a much more steady and kosher job doing QA for Colorado vNet; it isn't perfect, there are days where I don't know why I'm there, that I completely don't believe in what I'm doing/endorsing, but it's often pretty nifty and I at least don't have to worry about whether my next paycheque will bounce or the doors will be locked when I show up after the weekend. Last couple of weeks we've been working ourselves near to death preparing for the big CEDIA trade show down in Denver [put in nearly 12 hours on it today, hoping for a bit shorter day tomorrow].
Long story short. I have mind and soul and aiua this year as it draws close to NaNoWriMo time again. And I'm really looking forward to giving it a try.
I even bought a laptop specifically for writing a number of months ago in preparation [running a Debian console so I won't be tempted to do distracty graphical stuffs on it].
Pictoral evidence follows [mine is identical save not having the cd drive]: he is namedRatatoskr for obtusely obvious reasons.
So I'm pondering inspirations for my story. The other day at work while making displays for CEDIA we were watching Army of Darkness, and I thought "My Zod, I'd love to write sommat like this", but I'm totally open to other thoughts as well and will be cogitating and taking suggestions as time passes.
- Mood:
optimistic - Music:Counting Crows - A Long December
"There is a historical marker, but it is small, and so the first thing a young man realizes when he visits the home of Emily Dickinson is that the world is, in fact, not as in love with her as he is."
-Blue Like Jazz [Donald miller]
- I am months behind on my stacks of books.
- I have at least several long-overdue letters to write.
- I have at least a couple recorded serieseseses to look into [eg Smallville, shiny new McGuyver DVDs, Dead Like Me].
[Doctor Who was frakking brilliant, by the way! Every episode with Daleks made me cry for some reason, though.]
- I need to learn Morse Code to continue existing.
- I have people to see.
- I've got music.
- I've got rhythm.
Therefore:
- I had my friend surreptitiously change my World of Warcraft password. They performed this service once before for Kingdom of Loathing during finals week once, and it turned out quite well.. albeit the price for chrome helmet turtles tragically rose to pre-flooding levels, le sigh.
Wish me luck! Or give me ideas, or company!
- Mood: hopeful
- Music:The Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
It was equal parts fascination and frustration, the group that is. Many of them were rather staunch provincial protestant sorts who often took Eco's critique of heresy or Catholic Church corruption or such as being an intentional attack or agenda as it were.
There was a great debate the other week about whether the Inquisitors [or one specifically Bernard Gui is referenced] actually believed in the confessions or if it was all just stageplay and witch-hunting.
I was pretty much the only person that thought that the Inquisitors could actually be sincere and committed and devout.
If nothing else based upon DesCarte's Incorrigibility of the Self. I'm not convinced that the brainspace even existed for most of them, that a confession [especially extrated under torture] even /could/ be false. Unless one nods towards DesCarte's Evil Genius; however allowing for that concept to retcon a few hundred years back, the possibility that the Devil himself could cloud the judgement of an Inquisitor would be unthinkable.
During later research I found that Bernard Gui wrote the proverbal book on heretical inquisition, namely the _Practica Inquisitionis Heretice Pravitatis_ of which I covet a copy for light reading.
I also discovered an absolutely fascinating thesis about Graph Theory relating to Scale-Free Networks modelling the spread of heresies in the Middle Ages.
I also cried at the end when the library [spoiler].
- Mood: accomplished
- Music:Regina Spektor - Reading Time With Pickle
How does a mathematician catch a lion in the desert?
He builds a cage, lock himself in it, then performs an inversion transformation to define the desert and all it's contents to be in the cage.
How else can a mathematician catch a lion in the desert?
He can approximate the lion as a topological doughnut (a solid with a hole [the digestive tract]), then translate the desert into a four-dimensional space, resulting in the ability to tie a knot in the lion by a continuous topological deformation, leaving it helpless to escape.
How else can a mathematician catch a lion in the desert?
He can approximate the desert as a plane, then hijack the plane.
How does a theoretical physicist catch a lion in the desert?
He builds a cage, locks it securely. As there is a finite probability that any wave-particle, including the lion, will be at any point in space at any point in time, he merely has to wait.
- Mood:
geeky
- Mood: quixotic
"One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance."
-G.K. Chesterton, "Robert Browning"
"Shoulder-Nietzsche doesn't make moral distinctions, he doesn't tell you to make a Good decision-- rather, a Superior one."
- Mood: accomplished
- Music:Sixpence None the Richer - A Million Parachutes
skinthrall[ed/ment/ing]:
1: A psychokinesthetic state wherein one seems unable to stop touching oneself or another.
On the loop back home, I conquered all but the final tricksy sigma of it, which is sitting tauntingly in my rerigerator now. Lo, the flesh is weak.
[/obligatory non-haiku post]
- Mood: accomplished
"
Let X equal the quantity of all quantities of X.
Let X equal the cold.
It is cold in December.
The months of cold equal November through February.
There are four months of cold, and four of heat, leaving four months of indeterminate temperature.
In February it snows.
In March the Lake is a lake of ice.
In September the students come back and the bookstores are full.
Let X equal the month of full bookstores.
The number of books approaches infinity as the number of months of cold approaches four.
I will never be as cold now as I will in the future.
The future of cold is infinite.
The future of heat is the future of cold.
The bookstores are infinite and so are never full except in September.
"
-Proof
- Mood: awake
fljúga hverjan dag
Jörmungrund yfir;
óumk ek of Hugin
at hann aftr né komit,
þó sjámk meir um Munin.
- Mood: hopeful
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