276WOSSNAME -- MARCH 2006 -- PART 3 OF 4 (continued)
- Apr 1, 2006WOSSNAME -- MARCH 2006 -- PART 3 OF 4 (continued)
6.) LETTERS FROM ALL OVER
To the Editor:
Hi there and greetings from Bavaria!
As usual I've read your newsletter and especially the horoscope with much
In fact, there is such a thing as a "Cabbage Cordial". Well, not quite a
cordial but a schnaps made from cabbage. In the neighbouring town where I
spent quite some time becoming a Dairy Laboratory Assistant (Triesdorf in
Franconia that is; near Nuremburg) there is a small plant producing
sauerkraut. And the guy running the plant tried to ferment the sugar
contained in the cabbage not to lactic acid (which makes the sauerkraut) but
to alcohol (using yeast instead of lactic acid bacteria). He then distilled
that stuff and - voila - got krautschnaps. The flavour is quite strangely
like fresh cut cabbage combined with vodka. And it gives you a hell of a
hangover if you have too much of that stuff.
-- Juergen :-)
(Reference is to this horoscope entry from last month:
> The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Juloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
> Recommended: Wine tastings
> Best to avoid: Get-fit classes
> Wine, the elixir of life! So many vineyards' best to sample, so
> little time; that's why wine tastings are so popular. Not only do you
> get to sample the many delights of the noble grape, but you have to
> spit each sample out again, so you can spend far more time
> socialising - and eating canapes - before the floor rises to meet
> you. Ahh, the canapes...bivalves a la Genuenne en croute...little
> cubes of Lancre Blue...delicate bites of squishi...bite-sized Bonk
> blutwursts...and then there's the wines, from Vieux River champagne
> to the finest fortified Quirmian cabbage cordials. Do be careful at
> reannual tastings, however. You could end up with the worst mixed-
> alcohols hangover long after you've forgotten which octacongeners to
> watch out for.
To the Editor:
I don't understand all the negativity surrounding Thud.
One of the more interesting things about the Citywatch and Vimes in
particularly is, in my opinion, character development. And you can't
beat the Watch when it comes to character development. So what if the
stories are becoming less light-hearted than we are used to... this
only enriches the fantasy.
I hope they will be around for many books to come.
THE RIGHT BRIGHTON, AT LAST!
To the Editor:
Wyrd Sisters is performing in the seaside suburb of Brighton, in the
sunny state of Queensland, in Australia.
And I can inform you that the actress playing Magrat is rather
pretty (that's the problem with amateur theatre, you can never find
a flat-chested actress with flowers in her hair when you want one.
Likewise we didn't have any dwarfs, so I crave your indulgence in
I agree that my posting was technically spam, I just thought it was
something you'd be interested in, being a Pratchett play. Didn't
mean to offend anyone.
-- John Midgley
Sandgate Theatre Inc.
To the Editor:
Warning: slightly on-topic. Ish. Please try not to fall over in a dead
faint and hit your head.
Annie and I were discussing certain friends of ours, and their
sneeringly superior attitude towards various things (such as music,
television, etc.) and the reason they dismiss them.
For example, a friend was visiting us the other day, and she spotted a
CD of Steve Earle's "Copperhead Road". Knowing that I have negative
taste, she said something like "Ha ha, I see Steve has been buying bad
Triple-M bogon beer-drinking music again".
Anyone who has heard Annie talk about Copperhead Road will know just how
wrong our friend was. Annie carefully explained Copperhead Road is one
of the finest examples in history of a kick-ass rock album from start
to finish, and that it doesn't say much for Australia that it is
associated only with trailer-trash bogons.
(In defence of Australia, I'd have to say that in the US, Steve Earle is
mostly associated with trailer-trash good ol' boys -- not much
difference there, except bogons are more urban, if not urbane.)
Later, Annie and I discussed the phenomenon of judging a thing by those
who like it, or more precisely, why so few people seem to be able to
look beyond those who like a thing and at the thing itself. I suggested
that it was related to the Tiffany Aching thing about first sight and
second thoughts. I described it as third taste.
Those with No Taste mistake Doing Something for Doing Something
Worthwhile And Doing It Well. They are the sort of people who think
that just because Bob or Irene are willing to climb up on stage in
front of people and play the spoons, they must be great musicians. That
is the only explanation I can think of for the fact that so many
television "celebrities" and morning radio "funny DJs" haven't starved
to death from lack of work.
First taste is the first step beyond No Taste. It is when you actually
start applying some level of discrimination and learn to change the
radio station or television channel, or even turn it off. First taste
is when you understand that the willingness to be an entertainer does
not automatically make someone an entertainer.
Second taste is when you understand that things can be culturally
embedded. For example, certain clothes and colours, innocent in and of
themselves, carry connotations within a culture: beer is working class,
white wine is poncy, and red wine is for those who use the phrase
"sophisticated palate" without a trace of irony. James Dean screams
pampered youth playing at being an outsider, clothes can be mumsy, and
we expect that readers of Babara Cartland, Tom Clancy or Margaret
Atwood are different sorts of people. Our friend has second taste, and
because she saw Copperhead Road as just as much part of bogon culture
as wearing blue singlets, eating Four 'N Twenty pies and going to the
footy, she dismissed it.
But third taste is when you can look beyond the culture in which a thing
is embedded and appreciate it for itself. It isn't third taste when you
just aren't aware of the cultural connotations -- you have to know they
exist, and understand that they don't matter. It doesn't matter that
the Spice Girls are, well, the Spice Girls, "Wanna Be" is still a
cheerful and excellent example of light pop-rock, and if you don't at
least tap one foot to it, you're trying too hard. And speaking of
excellence, those two excellent dudes, William S. Preston Esq. and
Theodore 'Ted' Logan, should not be judged as just another pair of
slacker teen comedies, even though lots of slacker teens loved those
It doesn't matter that Tchaikovsky is an old-time Dead White Guy, the
1812 Overture prods buttock. And, despite being lumped into the same
genre of fiction as those other two Terrys (Terry Brooks and Terry
Goodkind), not to mention Stephen "Unclean! Unclean!" Donaldson and
John Norman, Terry Pratchett writes novels which are better than
"literature", because they are entertaining as well as mind-expanding.
There. That's two Pratchett references in one post. And they said it
couldn't be done.
-- Steven D'Aprano
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