The bearable meaning of song lyrics

When I was fourteen, and the Weezer blue album was new, I remember having a conversation with my Dad. “Daddy,” I said, “when they sing: ‘I write these stupid words/And I love everyone’, do you think they mean they love every one, as in everybody, or every one of these stupid words?”

It was a question of some importance to me. And my Dad said “You know, Armand, I really don’t care.” It wasn’t an insensitive statement — he just didn’t understand why I was curious. I can’t remember if I was upset or not at the time; I suspect not, but rather just wrote it off as a generational thing.

And at various points over the last few years, I’ve lost my curiousity over things like that, and have been worried that I’ve fallen up a generation. But for the last few months, I’ve been curious again. Maybe it’s just that I’m doing more writing at the moment, of song lyrics, the novel etc. But it’s nice to think idly about these things again, as they flit in and out of the pile of things that matter to me. And its a big pile.

Repeating old arguments

You may have noticed I’ve gotten slightly more, erm, esoteric in the topics of my posts lately. (oh no, a blog post about blogging, run run run!!).

That’s for a few reasons.

Reason number 1: I’ve gotten bored (bored bored BORED bored bored) with reading fifteen takes on the same thing. Google buys YouTube, Edelman fakes blogs, company XX launches new web2.0/social media tool, David Blunkett is crazy, David Cameron is tedious, here’s a video of one videoblogger interviewing another videoblogger etc etc. I mean, I still like finding out about those things but the repetition was wearing thin, so I won’t add to it unless I really really want to. And I should probably extend my blogroll…

Reason number 2:
Despite the ridiculous traffic I’ve been getting (apparently around 1,600 unique visitors a month, between 14-16 RSS subscriptions per day, and a total of 700MB worth of traffic a month)… well, there was no real need for me to tell you that. Just showing off. But really, the point is, I’m writing this for me and I’m glad that some of you seem to enjoy it. But I’m not going to try to anticipate what other people expect of division6 and try to write a bit more from the heart.

Reason number 3:
I have been inspired. Askaninja, Scary Duck, Ze Frank… these guys do stuff about nothing every now and then and they do it brilliantly. A show about nothing… where’ve I heard that before?

So I hope you like the ‘new’ division6. I will rebrand a little soon (perhaps following some of your suggestions) and am on the look out for a catchy tagline; something as ground breaking and inspired as “Scary Duck: Not scary. Not a duck.” — would be nice.

Endless possibilities

As I faced my reflection in the early morning autumnal haze brought upon by the natural passage of the season and the unnatural passage of myself through about three weeks so long that space time itself has been distorted, I noticed something, and not for the first time.

I have big hair. And that hair presents endless possibilities.

Given some styling wax, and a lot of patience, I could sculpt a variety of different ‘head-hats’ for myself, to suit my mood. I could be Elvis, Superman, even, as things stand, Lord Vader. Who should I be? I will leave whimsy to be my guide.

And tomorrow I may get a haircut.

Lessons from Alan Bennett

Went to see The History Boys tonight, the movie. Saw the play some time back and was very moved by it, and so when I got the times wrong for Children of Men, I was not unhappy. I’ll make no comment on whether it was a faithful, or necessary adaptation of the play we saw at the National Theatre. I will say that it was entertaining, is an exceptional piece of writing, I’m glad its available for all to see, and that I’d like to share five things I took from it. They may not make a great deal of sense in isolation, but please, please go see the film. Then you’ll understand.

(1) The whole Words/Language/Literature thing. When I was younger I thought I loved these things, and said so. Hector’s frustrations at the boys for thinking that they did – and Felix’s complete misunderstanding of who and what Hector was – struck a chord. I realised a while ago — it’s not that I love words, language, literature, writing… I love stories. It’s not the point Hector was making, Hector was talking about knowledge, I think, about acquiring knowledge, having natural curiosity, trusting that understanding would come (“Most of the things they write about haven’t happened to us yet, sir!” … “but they will, and then you’ll have the antidote… poetry!”)… but still.

(2) They call Felix the advance warning. The need for substance beyond… well, sheen. Felix was fairly one-dimensional. But a warning for those whose ambitions exceed their character.

(3) Love. The whole inoculation speech. Utterly brilliant. Really made sense. The idea that a few broken hearts provide a defense against “half a lifetime” of loneliness. Cynical, perhaps. But spoken by Hector, it was the tragedy of the moment that gave it poignancy.

(4) History is just one f****** thing after another. Rudge is a genius.

(5) “The best thing about reading,” says Hector (and here I start to paraphrase) “is when you read something, find a thought, an idea, that was special to you… and its from a complete stranger. It’s like they are shaking your hand.”

My new masthead

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Update: For those of you have been unable to vote, I have disabled IP logging so multiple votes can be received from one IP address. Basically if more than one of you was in the same office, or home WiFi environment, odds are you could only cast one vote per household. Now you can only cast one vote per machine, which seems more sensible.

I bought a ducky!

Erm, possibly just sponsored one. Ze Frank‘s micropayments scheme for the show is back up with PayPal after Google Checkout disabled his account, as it didn’t support donation sites. Of course, when loads of people, including Lord Scoble, pointed out that this was a big, stupid, evil thing for them to do, Google apparently listened to the people and re-enabled it. Or possibly just convinced themselves that Ze really was selling little duckies.

Whichever way you paint it, I’ve now got a duckie. And that pleases me. It’ll appear around tomorrow’s show. Watch for the one that’s signed ‘division6.’

Update: Mine’s the fifteenth ducky from the left (counting the coloured wotsits).

Lucifer: Devil in the Gateway

No, no I haven’t taken up devil worship. But, as part of my birthday present, Arvind decided to loan me (he’s so tight ;)) a set of graphic novels by Neil Gaiman about Lucifer Morningstar, as incarnated in Gaiman’s bestselling (and awesome) Sandman series.

Just finished the first book, and glad that Arvind decided to restrict the loan to one of the ten volumes at a time, as its fantastic and I would likely have been up till 4am finishing them off. Gaiman’s got this syrupy, mythic way with words which is completely appropriate to his otherworldly subject matter.

Recommended, thumbs up etc. If you haven’t read Sandman, you’re missing something amazing.

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