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Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.

Meanwhile, Out To Pasture…

Penned upon the 26th of January, 2009

In humans, urbanity is a virtue. Urbane means neat, intelligent, sophisticated. Rusticity is only a virtue in real estate listings. Outside of history textbooks, ‘peasant’ is an insult – the sort of thing you mutter about the people you’re stuck behind in a queue. French President Nicolas Sarkozy got in a bit of trouble for referring to Africa’s modern-day ‘peasant’ population – probably rather unfair if he was genuinely referring to certain kinds of small communities of subsistence farmers. But, then, there’s enough to be justifiably peeved at him about that such semantics don’t really matter. I do like his policy of free entry to museums and art galleries for teachers and for everyone under the age of twenty-five – but hey, even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Unless it’s stopped at threlfteen o’seven.

Er, where was I? Oh, rusticity. I’ve no real point in mind. You see the odd media attempt to make the countryside cool, usually fairly hamfisted – put countryside and cool in a box, shake it and hope something sticks. I’m from the country myself, originally, and will probably end up there again. I like the quiet, the hills. Some people are genuinely pretty dim but others are very clever. And I’m coming to realise that I’d rather be an intellectual type left to my own devices among folks of all flavours than among no-one but the sharpest of the sharpest – for that’s where dogmas are born.

Just keep me away from the suburbs. Oh, dear me, the suburbs.

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Commentary upon “Meanwhile, Out To Pasture…”

  1. Melanthios was heard to remark,

    Upon the 28th of January, 2009 at 3:15 am,

    Hey now, dear, I’m from the suburbs. There is nothing inherently wrong with the suburbs–they are simply the transition phase between rural and urban.

  2. Meaghan was heard to remark,

    Upon the 30th of January, 2009 at 12:22 pm,

    The country does seem to be the preserve of the intellectual- once one disposes of those wretched little farmers. I can see arguments in favour of urbanity and rusticity and for my part, I prefer urbanity; especially in this heat. Being in the ‘bush’ in Summer was somewhat of a nightmare for me when I was young and let’s face it, Melbourne makes a great Summer night city. Eh, I suppose you could always compromise and live in ‘the green wedge’- decent public transport, great library, nice people, cheapish real estate and most of all, it smells nice. Country nice.

    In other news, I have created the ultimate Summer-buster: home-made pomegranate slurpees!

  3. Andrew was heard to remark,

    Upon the 7th of February, 2009 at 10:11 pm,

    As one of the (apparent) Chimera whom grew up in upper middle class Suburbia and now lives in a city of sorts;

    It is hell*.

    There are no decent libraries.

    It makes Marx a revelation.

    *your hell may differ from mine. For normative results, assume my perspective.

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