A Thousand Plateaus

On the bright side, today I discovered Deleuze and Guattari’s Mille Plateaux, which was unexpectedly wonderful.

Several people have told me that Deleuze is great, but I’d asumed they meant it in the sense of “worthy but impenetrable theory designed for academics to show off their brainpower”

In fact, it’s more like something Timothy Leary would have written if you locked him in a library for ten years. Most of its arguments are somewhere between dubious and downright wrong. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s not really philosophy: it’s more like a preternaturally well-informed rant. Every paragraph pulls together three or four very different bits of research or culture, makes a totally bogus argument that they’re all saying the same thing, then jumps off in another unexpected direction. You can start reading anywhere in the middle (I did), and inside a couple of pages you’ll have a dozen things to think about and look up.

I’m going to have to buy a copy of this book, and leave it by my bed. If nothing else, it should give me a few interesting dreams
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want to see me next month?

In the next few days, I need to decide what days I’m taking off work in November. So if you’d like to see me, or if there’s something you think I’ll be wanting to go to, now’s the time to shout.

One day I’ll be organised to plan this kind of stuff in advance. Really I will.

bicycle

Where can I buy bicycle lights that don’t sizzle out at the first sign of rain, and that don’t need their batteries changing every couple of weeks?

Anyone?

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Since none of you lousy people told me where to go in Oxford at the weekend, I spent a pleasant afternoon in the Ashmolean and Pitt Rivers museums. The second of these is bizarre and hilarious, hovering between self-parody and taking a cross-cultural anthropological approach far too seriously. So it has something labelled as “Stone bearing an accidental, though remarkable, resemblance to a pigeon’s head”. Yes, the curator found an amusingly-shaped stone on holiday, and put it on display for the world. Then there’s “Oxford, England, Europe, 1999. A water-pipe for smoking marijuana”. Which is a modified coca-cola bottle.

The Ashmolean infuriated me by having two rooms of interesting Indian religious sculpture, with the two-line labels that don’t tell you anything you’d want to know about them. This is one reason why I generally loathe museums – unless you already know about the items on display, you aren’t going to learn anything about them without some background information. So people dutifully look at them and get bored, although they would probably find the exhibits interesting if they were told something about them. Grrr!

On the bright side, looking at inadequately-explained tantric sculpures gave me a few moments of thinking my degree non-useless. On which more in a moment, maybe.

Also, my friends list this morning is full of people saying how good the Calling was last night. It was – but I think mostly because none of us have been dancing enough recently. Damn Kambar holidays!

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Any of you want to turn yourselves into zombies on Saturday? Andy’s your man.

Good luck Andy – if livejournal can’t produce an army of the living dead, then nothing can.

I would go, but I’m going to be in Oxford for the weekend. On which topic, it looks like I’ll have most of Sunday to myself in Oxford. Should I finally get round to visiting the Ashmolean and so on, or is there anything equally wonderful and less stereotypical I could be doing? Enlighten me, friends!

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