Note: This entry has been restored from old archives.
Why malignity? More than 5 years ago I registered
malignity.net and now, honestly, I don’t remember why I chose “malignity”. Maybe I was going through one of my phases of angst-ridden annoyance at society. Or it could have just been contrived evilness designed to somehow upset the apple-cart of the Establishment (not that it could care less). In reality I rarely feel truely malignant, and in history it isn’t a common theme in my life. Sure, society still annoys me, I still turn my nose at anything with a whiff of Establishment about it, but my reactions are more reflective, more latently sociopathic. Malignity? If I was malignant in my reaction to the world about me we’d be talking Fight Club, not mere grumpiness.
In short: I’m redirecting to the more logical URL of
http://yvan.seth.id.au/. Honestly, that makes far more sense. I’m not going to consider finding a new word to inaccurately describe myself and my babble, my name is correct and sufficient and unlikely to change (neither is the fact that I’m Australian). Anyway, a quest for a new “word” would require the dictionary-of-eye-wateringly-long-words, or looking at new and obscure top-level-domains.
I haven’t decided whether or not I’ll renew the domain in the future, however
malignity.net doesn’t expire until mid-2012 so there is some time to mull over that one! I have no intention of trying to change over the huge number of emails tied to the domain anyway, so I expect it is a keeper — just in a reduced capacity. For now all all old URLs will just return 301 to
yvan.seth.id.au, but I expect I’ll turn that off in a month or two. (In other words: if you care, update your bookmarks or readers.)
Now for the waffle. Best served with bannana, maple syrup, and double cream.
Even for people like myself, who really don’t have much time for the whole “Christmas thing”, this time of year is marked with indelible ink. When it comes to traditional Christmas and New Year I can take it or leave it. To me, one is a solstice festival commandeered by popular religion. Christianity owned it for centuries, and Commerce seems to be the major stakeholder now. The other is a mere side-effect of the ridiculous concepts of “clock” and “calendar”, I try not to think about time too much as it upsets me. That’s how I feel, but it does not represent how I think anyone else should feel! It’s been a long while since I last thought the world should conform to my point of view. What a mess that would be!
Now I write, delete, write, and then finally suppress a sequence of words that tries to adequately describe my position on Christmas. It’s too difficult for me to explain in a succinct manner. I’m not against it, not for it. It is just a concept after all. What gets my hackles up is other people, and that is a truly endless source of material which can all be boiled down to “they are not me”.
Me? I can’t escape the season, it’d be like trying to run away from my own shadow. My family did the Christmas thing and even took a day or two off, and as a restaurant family time-off in the high-season is a big thing. So from before I remember it was part of my life. Religion wasn’t though, the only dose of religion in my childhood was a devout Christian (Methodist maybe, I’m not sure) baby-sitter who didn’t really push the subject but read us a lot of old testament stories for bedtime. That and my father’s occasional claims of being Catholic, which I always thought a bit absurd. He had it whipped into him by nuns or something though, corporal punishment does tend to drive the message home.
Anyway, despite the usual Grinch-like posturng, there’s a Christmas shaped hole in my year and what better to fill it with than Christmas? But what shape is this hole? It isn’t relaxation shaped, it isn’t shaped like a glass of beer, nor a church. Maybe it should be family shaped, it probably was once but eight years of being nowhere near family at this time of year has morphed it into something else. The shape is one of reflection and speculation. I have to laugh at myself on thinking this: no religion yet I immerse myself in quiet contemplation of the metaphysical.
I don’t travel at this time of year, it’s the worst time to try. I don’t even go out much, for much the same reason. I stay at home and try to get some of the wrinkles ironed out of my thoughts. Small things I’d normally be forced to dismiss get more time. Small things such as “malignity”, I’ve been uncomfortable with it for quite some time now. I thought about it for a good couple of hours just now and decided there’s no reason not to switch to my namesake domain. So it is done.
I’ll have more time to myself than usual this year. Traditionally I work on the on-days over the period, but the calendar is inconvenient this time so I’ll probably have the entire block of 11 days as a break. Kathlene on the other hand has to work on the on-days, bummer. So, what’s going to happen? More reflection and speculation or will hoped-for personal-productivity actually occur? This time right now is certainly the former.
I have a very long list of things to dwell upon, haven’t we all?
 For a sociological headache read up on the history “standard time”. Especially daylight savings and the insane emotion and politics around the subject. Physics is another issue entirely.
 Proof: In year-1 I was smacked by the principal for biting a classmate on the back (he pushed into the line!) and I’ve not bitten anyone since (well, not against their will).