Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
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New Things<br />
Phoenixine Eighty-Eight, December 1996<br />
It's been a busy month. I bought a yo-yo with a patented built in clutch and now for the first time in my<br />
life I can walk the dog and sleep at the end of the string. I feel quite proud -- I mastered round the world<br />
very early on in my yo-yo life, but my skills never progressed much beyond that. Now, thanks to the<br />
miracle of a patented built in clutch, whole new yo-yo horizons have opened in front of me.<br />
Don't read the new Poppy Z. Brite novel Exquisite Corpse if you are the least bit squeamish. Never<br />
have the mechanics of killing, the taste of human flesh, and the feel of dead bodies as they move<br />
through the various stages of decay been so explicitly described. <strong>The</strong> plot, such as it is, revolves around<br />
the exploits of an English serial killer who has fled the country to America. He finds a home in the French<br />
quarter of New Orleans (Poppy Z. Brite's usual stamping ground) where he makes contact with a<br />
kindred spirit, Jay Byrne, the scion of an old family, grown bored by his heritage and seeking his<br />
decadent pleasures in torture and death. I have never read anything quite so revolting -- I loved it, and I<br />
worry a little about what that says about me.<br />
My cats have decided that they like yo-yos and Milo (the big fat black one) actually managed to wake up<br />
for something that wasn't food and chased it. He caught it as well (it's all in the clutch, you know) and<br />
now I have to be very careful where I practice and develop my yo-yo algorithms. Ginger (the slim,<br />
athletic one) quickly lost interest after her initial burst of enthusiasm and returned to her favourite<br />
occupation of being a serial killer in the French quarter of Avondale, seeking her decadent pleasures in<br />
torture and death. Sparrows go crunch most satisfactorily when they are eaten. She's eaten a lot of<br />
them this month, and I heard most of them.<br />
In search of lighter things I turned to Robert Rankin's new opus which rejoices in the title Nostradamus<br />
Ate my Hamster and which, unusually for Rankin, actually has some semblance of a plot. Since the<br />
plot involves time travel, movie making, Adolf Hitler, Marilyn Monroe and flying saucers you could be<br />
forgiven for taking it less than seriously. Rankin returns to his old stamping grounds, and Brentford has<br />
never been better served. Pooley and Omally and Neville the part time barman do have small parts to<br />
play in the book, but the majority of it belongs to Russell, a nice chap. This is vintage Rankin and I<br />
enjoyed every insane syllable of it.<br />
In the course of my work, I constantly have to point at things -- usually things I have written on the<br />
whiteboard in the fond hope that my students will absorb them. Until now I have used a pointer which<br />
reminds people of a snapped off car aerial (and many and varied have been the rude comments). But<br />
now I have gone all high tech and I have a laser pointer that can point at the board from the opposite<br />
side of the room and which allows me to indicate the subtle truths written thereon while simultaneously<br />
chastising a recalcitrant student around the general area of the ear with a heavy technical tome for not<br />
applying them. I have also discovered that in a darkened room, my cats will happily chase the little red<br />
blob it generates for hours. In normal daylight they apparently have some difficulty seeing it and they<br />
evince little interest. As a result of all this activity I now need new batteries. Oh woe!<br />
Perhaps I could learn a thing or three from the ancients. <strong>The</strong> utterly fascinating Ancient Inventions is<br />
a guided tour through archaeological wonders. I was astounded at the skills available to the ancients. Did<br />
you know that Roman surgeons routinely performed eye operations? (Removal of cataracts was<br />
particularly common). In the first century BC, plastic surgery was almost commonplace in India. Medieval<br />
Baghdad had a strikingly efficient postal and banking service, and the secrets of distilling whiskey appear<br />
to have been discovered in China around 700BC. This amazing book is endlessly entertaining and<br />
informative and I devoured it in about four hours of utter wonderment.<br />
It appears to be my month for acquiring new possessions. I am writing this little essay on my new<br />
computer which is playing a CD at the same time as it processes my words (ah! <strong>The</strong> joys of multitasking).<br />
In my upstairs study I now have a network (I don't need one, but when did that ever stop me<br />
having fun) and my old Unix box, my laptop and my new 32MB multimedia PC can swap data backwards<br />
and forwards with gay abandon. Networks are a good idea. When a computer goes wrong and causes