and then out of nowhere it descends, the dreaded scourge of the northern climes, yes, i speak of the flu.
so out comes the ginger/echinacea/garlic/vitamine/zinc/cayenne/ginseng/etc. fucking flu. oops, pardon my french.
is ‘fucking’ a french word? (no, of course not, i’m being facetious). i’m sure that we’ve tried to establish the etymology of ‘fuck’ before.
i had been told that it stood for ‘fornicate under consent or command of the king’ and that it was an edict that stood under some king of the british empire (henry? pablo? dave?). althought there’s the van halen, ‘for unlawful carnal knowledge’, which also seems to have a certain etymological elegance to it.
or maybe it came about in a british pub at some point when someone had way too much to drink and they sat back and said ‘fuuuuckkkk’ and it just sounded so appropriate that everyone started saying it. ‘fuck’ definitely sounds best when said in a pub with a british accent.
and ‘fuck’ in the uk seems to be a fairly benign word. as in ‘fuck me, mate, i’m pissed’ (translation-i’m stunned at how drunk i’ve become). such a small word with so much resonance. ‘fuck’ also has a certain charm when delivered with a thick brooklyn accent, as in ‘fuck youuuu’.
sorry if this is an offensive update. it’s pure linguistic and etymological appreciation, i assure you. and you have to admit that ‘fuck’ is a pretty powerful word.
but we’ve been over this before, i’m sure. blame my thematic redundancy on the malicious flu virus that’s assaulting my sweet and tender immune system. mmmm, immune system…
in other banal news…last night i was cleaning my house and i had ‘mtvs: how to be a rockstar’ on the cable. i know that the show was produced to be sensationalistic (i mean, they didn’t include leonard cohen or the magnetic fields), but these rockstars and their behaviour are at once so compelling and so distasteful. and some people are definitely more cut out for rockstardom and its excesses than others. whenever i find myself in big, debauched settings i tend to get a bit cynical, and i’m kind of envious of those people who can check their introspection and cynicism at the door and just have a good, debauched time.
tommy lee. puff daddy. kid rock. etc. real rock stars who actually do party like rock stars. but again, i’ve been over this before. i’m a 2nd rate rockstar. woe is me. i’m sure if i ever tried cocaine i’d end up like woody allen in ‘annie hall’, sneezing and blowing the cocaine all over the place.
don’t worry, i’ve seen enough people compromised (long term and short) by cocaine to ever be tempted to try it. cocaine definitely doesn’t bring out the best in people…
i’m rambling.
time to go stuff myself with things that are supposed to help me combat the flu.
poor kidneys. they always bear the brunt, huh.
-moby