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276WOSSNAME -- MARCH 2006 -- PART 3 OF 4 (continued)

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  • JSCHAUM111@aol.com
    Apr 1, 2006
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      WOSSNAME -- MARCH 2006 -- PART 3 OF 4 (continued)


      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 Jul
      > 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.

      -- Richard
      The Netherlands


      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
      this area).

      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
      End of Part 3, says my computer -- continued on Part 4 of 4
      If you did not get all 4 parts, write: jschaum111@...

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