Archive for July, 2006

Email lists, dislike of

Am I the only person in the world who doesn’t like email lists? I’ve subscribed to various lists over the years - on cats, literature, politics, languages, pens, professional issues etc. When I first started I used to happily follow threads and engage in discussions and banter. But invariably the deluge of emails would become too overwhelming to even try to keep up with - and the many names attached and all the RE: RE: RE: RE: … too confusing. Who said what, and when, and then I would end up unsubscribing.

And where there’s discussion, inevitably one subscriber will take offense at what another has sent to the list, there is an exchange of words, some subscribers rise to the defense of one side or the other, there’s much bitching, and some unsubscribe in disgust, and then we all go along merrily once the dust has settled. It’s all very tedious and predictable, and I’m not even talking about deliberate flame wars here.

Right now the only lists I don’t find annoying are completely moderated, announcement-only lists, or very task-oriented lists (ie all the subscribers are there to discuss some specific project).

Using Bloglines to subscribe to email lists has been good, because at least none of the email from lists gets into my email accounts, but I usually end up unsubscribing even in Bloglines, because I still don’t manage to keep up with high-volume lists and end up marking whole stacks of messages as read - and what’s the point of being subscribed if you never read any of the messages?

Am I just being churlish?

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Apropos of nothing*

A busy weekend which didn’t leave much time for blogging, despite my best intentions. Is it time to go back to work already?

Although it was a good one, I wish I’d had more time to:

  1. read
  2. write
  3. exercise
  4. lie around
  5. ponder

And here’s reason 176 for Why I like the Internet: finding blogs like this (thanks to languagehat, which has to be one of my favourite blogs), on learning the Finnish language - and finding someone else who loves languages and dictionaries as much as I do. Makes me want to start reading and working on translations again (Chinese - English, Malay - English, and vice versa). The only problem is when?

*Because I’ve always wanted to have a reason to write that phrase.

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IBARW

Just read on Justine Larbalestier’s blog that it has been International Blog Against Racism Week this week. To participate, you’re supposed to announce the fact in your blog (tick), modify your icon (it’s an LJ thing so I won’t), and “Post about race and/or racism: in media, in life, in the news, personal experiences, writing characters of a race that isn’t yours, portrayals of race in fiction, review a book on the subject, etc.”

Recently Sirexkat reminded me of this incident that happened to me many years ago. I was waiting for a bus. There were about four or five other people waiting as well. We were all doing our usual “I am waiting in my own personal universe” thing, standing there silently. (It was pre-iPod so we were left there with our own thoughts.)

A guy came up to the bus stop, displaying all the signs of being in a hurry - all flustered, looking up and down the road to see if there were any signs of a bus coming. He looked at all of us standing there. Looked down the road again. Asked the first person standing next to him: “Got the time, mate?”

“Nuh, sorry mate.”

Asked the next person. They shrug. And the next: “Sorry, I don’t have a watch.”

Looks around again. His eyes land on me, the Asian chick, on my watch-wearing wrist, flick over to the next person: “You got the time there?” Nope, they tell him.

He looks at me again. Looks away. I wait for it. Is he going to ask or not? Should I put him out of his misery and just tell him?

I wait. He sighs loudly, looks at my watch.

I cross my arms so there’s no chance of him deciphering the time. Wait for it - is he going to ask or not? (I don’t know why I did this - maybe because he asked everyone but me? I suppose I could have just spoken up as soon as I realised no one else there was wearing a watch…)

He sighs again and does nothing. I decide I am not going to cooperate, put him out of his misery, tell him the time.

Eventually the bus arrives.

He never got the time because he couldn’t bring himself to say something to the nip/chink/slope/slanty eyed bitch. Even if he thought I couldn’t speak English, he could have done that universal point-at-wrist gesture which says it all. I could have just shattered all his prejudices and told him the time. Maybe I might have, on a different day.

Sadly, there’s quite a few stories I could tell here. But this incident, this person amazed me - if a black/yellow/brown/somehow-visibly-different-from-him person could have saved him from drowning [insert dangerous situation here], would he have refused their help?

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