Don’t forget Lefty Tim is a graduate of that hotbed of Marxist postmodernist terrorism, The University of Sydney:
Inside, Kate accuses Tim of lying. She points out he’s got his fingers crossed. He tells them that he’s kneading the dough and his fingers aren’t crossed. They ask if he’s ever studying to become a priest. He says he has and Gianna accuses him of having his toes crossed inside his socks. Tim thinks and asks: “What is truth, really?” Gianna answers: “When you’re not telling a lie.” He argues that language is “just a signs system”. Gianna walks off.
Just imagine - cultural studies practitioners can write about BB and Lefty Tim is already squaring the hermeneutic circle from within!
Update: [12.03am] If you’re not watching the BB live feed, you just missed Lefty Tim showering in all his naked semioticness. Some consolation for alert viewers - Christie, whose mind is not currently misconstrued, is getting a backrub (sans bra) from Logan Greg. Sorry - you missed it. Now Lefty Tim (clothed) is washing up.
You can console yourself with Ausculture Jess’ review of Uncut.
Just in: Exciting news - there is a mystery prize associated with this thread. And you don’t have to spend 55c. And it sounds better than the usual crummy blog contest prizes of a glass of milk and a year’s free subscription.
Elsewhere: MsFits deconstructs Big Brother politics.
Update: MsFits’ comments thread has spawned the ultimate lefty blog.
Graduate? I didn’t think so.
I stand corrected. I jumped to conclusions after reading that he’d been at Uni and was now in the workforce. Often a degree comes between those two things.
What sort of journo is he exactly, btw?
I don’t know whether he does have letters after his name or not. I’m just a pain-in-the-arse with a degree insecurity problem.
As far as I know he’s one of those journalists whose mate at the Chaser gave him a column, because he smoked some cones with him once or twice.
I will award a very special yellowvinyl prize for the best suggestive postmodernese or erotic use of semiotic jargon on this thread.
Tim is pretty.
*swoons*
No, he’s not really. But I love how he’s gently mocking them with his lip curled in subtle delight. His statistics had me in stitches.
Response to my contest has been underwhelming. So if you’re hankering after some morning po/mo goodness, read Glen.
Nothing like overwrought drivel to get the juices flowing.
haha…
thanks kim. coming from you that is a compliment.
and fyodor, you are spot on! as I have recently discovered, it does get the juices flowing for some people.
But where are the po/mo eroticisms? (of yesteryear)?
Well, you gotta larf ain’t ya, guv?
Watch what you wish for, Glen, keep that up and before you know it somebody’ll launch http://www.phdpenguinsex.com. Unless the linux folks are already there.
Jess however has launched the ultimate lefty blog, spawned from comments at Fits’.
I don’t know why she refers to a beret though????
She was thinking of that renowned Lefty, Liam O’Hogan.
I am trying Kim, believe me. I got as far as something about my signifiers being slippery and hit a wall.
mark, although deleuze’s stuff is not po/mo, it would be recognised as such by many people who have not read any related work… SO here is some po/mo eroticisms that totally turned on the readership of my blog that it was meant to turn on ;):
http://glenfuller.blogspot.com/2005/05/order-words-of-sexing.html
(ps. how do you do the embedded code thing, ie as kim has above with the link to my blog?)
Like this Glen
So, Glen, are you saying you got lucky because of the flows of desire unleashed by this post?
How to embed a link: I can’t actually type it out as it embeds a link when I do. I’ll email you the code.
I’ve forwarded yr email to Glen, Amanda so hopefully that’ll make it clear.
Magic with typesetting:
<a href=”the URL”>the link in words</a>
Oh and Glen, I usually cheat and use the quick link cut and paste thing that Blogger has. Saves all that typing.
mark, yes, but this post was just another tap, I was already getting it on.
starting from this post, half my blog posts over the last month have been finely-crafted as coded po/mo seductions… although, the tap was turned off this morning actually, but it’s flow was mighty strong when it was on. sigh… lol! has no one else had a blog groupy yet?
(let’s see if my embedded links skills have pushed me to super nerd level 116 in the MMORPG of blogging;)
Um, I haven’t had a blog groupy. *sob* I think Kimberella has more of a groupy collective.
Get with the jive, Marky! Embed coded po/mo seductiveness in your posts - you know like “I’m inserting myself in your intertext…”. Better stop that now…
But anyway, I think yr wrong. You may have the ultimate blog groupie. Either that or Fits wants to meet you just to swap tips on the best coffee beans for a good latte.
Kim and Glen, I’m sure “don’t kiss and tell” is in the blogger’s handbook somewhere. Or is that so modernist?
Lefty Glen for BB06? Don’t diss Deleuze, dudes!
BB spurns po/mo and goes collectivist.
11:21: Kate reads BB’s instructions for this week’s task. The garden has been transformed into a factory floor. Working in pairs, the HMs must pack any goods which arrive via the conveyor belts. Goods can arrive at any time of day. Factory shifts begin and end with a whistle, at which point the HMs have 45 seconds to dress in the factory safety gear provided - overalls, boots and a hairnet - and clock on using their time cards. HMs can only be late to work a maximum of three times throughout the week.
Hmmm. Sounds a bit Stakhanovite! Lefty Tim’ll have to unionise them!
my dick isn’t big enough to go on that show, kim.
and i so don’t understand the ultimate blog groupie comment? what the…
lastly, i don’t want a latte, I am a mocha man.
But Hotdogs has a small “bruce”, Glen. And so did one half of Graxon.
I’m a flat white lefty, myself.
Glen, let me explain it step by step.
The link is to a comment by Ms Fits saying she’s coming to Brisvegas and would like to meet up with Mark for a coffee/and or a strip club outing.
Ms Fits is the hotness. And she has pash parties.
Quod est demonstrandum.
haha, bruce… lol!
you qld’ers…
Glen, have you not heard of Ms Fits? Of Pandagate?
Quelle Horreur!
Um, actually, Glen, that’s not a term I use. It’s what Hotdogs calls it. I think he’s from WA. Please apologise to the banana benders!
sick, mark, you are in. lol! fuckin awesome!
(sidenote: can we have a mile high club for the blogosphere or something? what would it be called? …haha, i think such activity will become more common, yes?)
is ms fits actually a bourgie first year arts student at a sandstone uni or what?
j/k! i dunno about any pandagates?!?!
sorry banana benders. hotdog calls it a bruce. nice. we need a dude called bruce who calls it his hotdog.
Glen, we’re all serious modernist lefty intellectuals here at LP and have no time for such Deleuzian lines of flight…
Ms Fits is actually a 28 year old screenwriter who’s won several awards and is also well known for being Frank Hardy’s granddaughter, as you would know if you’d been keeping up with yr Pandagate.
And if you missed Pandagate, then you missed the single biggest event in Australian blogdom last year!
Mark has the t-shirt.
Do yr research, dude!
Mark, I find the way you have been ‘led astray’ by bloggers into commenting on and, indeed, caring deeply about Big Brother, to be truly endearing. It makes me want to leap to my feet and start up a rousing chorus of ‘We All Sing In the Same Voice’ or something.
ps - ta for recent trackback.
Thanks, jellyfish, but sadly I’ve been a BB addict from day one. Around the time of the first BB, I had a relationship which began with BB gossip and ended when Gretel took her final bow. And a law student I dated during BB02 wouldn’t show me her BB audition tape which featured her bathing in gravox. How could that key non-disclosure lead to a satisfying intimate partnership?
Yes, it’s true, I’m a BB tragic. I even own one of Gretel’s books.
Pleasure, Ms Jellyfish - like yr work!
Led astray? My understanding is he’s ALWAYS been a Big Brother fan!
And Fits is overrated.
*pause*
Oh, I can’t say that with a straight face - the woman is a goddess.
Jess, I believe from reading Fits’ thread that you have some Kimberella goddess goodness awaiting your email reading pleasure when you get home from work. Our own deliriously delicious diva!
My mistake. That’s amazing. But can I sing the song anyway?
Gravox, eh? Yummo.
Sing it sister!
You can imagine how much I *wanted* to see that video!
Contest update - so far Glen is the only entrant.
Does the contest have a closing time?
Sunday!
Btw - Amanda, do you know Neko Case? My latest alt.country discovery - couldn’t find a search box at your joint to see if you’d written about her.
Yes, she rocks. I don’t think I have written about her specifically (she opened for Nick Cave last year so I might have, a bit. But was that pre-blog? Hard to imagine such a thing, but maybe it was.) Check out Boney Earnest though She did a cool song for the soundtrack for the Cate Blanchett movie The Gift a while back, that is one great soundtrack CD generally btw.
Search should be very top left hand corner.
Cheers, Amanda. Guy at Rocking Horse Records was telling me there’s a newly released live Neko Case album.
Karl Popper was postmodern, but not very erotic. Lefty Tim is not very erotic either. “What is truth?”, though?
In true po\mo style I have started my own contest, with its own po-mo rules and I am also the only entrant, but I shall not win, because every contestation over po/mo do not have any winners and only involve losers…
*evil chuckle (timbre: aussie strine with a slight french inclination)*
Is your seductee Glen? I notice yr there on the comments thread trying to entice her with Deleuze.
She writes:
What’s sad actually is that an obviously talented young journalist feels insecure because she doesn’t read “Deleuze’s dense, ridiculous tracts”. My advice - don’t worry about the theory crew - be yourself, babe.
Jess’ new blog is like, totally the hotness. As hot as a latte.
nah, kim, the woman in question is not in the blogosphere. mel is a good friend. why not let her read the stuff and see if she can get any benefit from it? I certainly did.
Glen, to be honest with you, I felt sad for her. She doesn’t sound like she wants to read Deleuze. She sounds like she doesn’t feel she’s in with the theory crew because she has other things to do with her life.
In other words, I’d hope that her self-respect isn’t based on her need to be part of your scooby gang. You know, it’s quite possible to be smart and have an interesting life and make a contribution without being into the latest cult-studies theory craze.
kim, that is what I say to her all the time! who needs deleuze!?!?! or any of the other craptastic mofo frenchies? but if she does want to read such things I can help her out a bit.
btw, there is no ‘theory crew’, what I imagine she is referring to are a group of people who are all postgrads (or postdocs) doing research. simple as that. theory is the extra-thesis fun for blogs!!
You should try licking armpits, Glen - it’s more fun
The fuckinglatteleft blog is moving at stock-market like pace. I’ll need a dynamic real-time interface to keep up with the reading let alone leaving a comment once in a while.
PS. Timmy is a soft fucker, who will be out after the first month - 62% of people with feet in cold water think so.
Lefty Tim has spent the whole day banging on about his sheets!
Not the *whole* day. He spent some of it arguing about “the evils of capitalism” with Kate. I don’t think Christie’s wet sheets snark was intentional, but it made me laugh.
13:33 Tim and Kate argue about capitalism. Tim asks Christie to wash the milk powder off his sheets.
In the kitchen, Tim tries to teach the HMs about the evils of capitalism. Kate disagrees with him and says she’s having trouble understanding his point of view. She says: “It’s educated blab but it means nothing to furthering my knowledge of anything.” She continues: “I like learning things from other people but I find it hard learning things from you.” Tim tells her: “It’s because I believe in it really strongly, that’s all.”
The HMs warn Tim that he needs to be careful not to push his ideals on them too strongly because he can’t always expect everyone to agree with him. Tim says he understands what they’re saying, he enjoys debating with people but doesn’t like political discussions to turn into arguments.
Tim goes to the bedroom and strips the sheets off his bed. He carries them out to the kitchen and says: “Christie, I’ve got this bedding here.” Christie says: “Yeah I’ll do it later.” Tim asks: “Can you do it now?” Christie tells him: “No, I’m not going to do it now.” Tim continues: “I think sooner rather than later might be a good idea… I don’t want to have wet sheets tonight.” Christie sighs and tells him: “You won’t have wet sheets tonight Tim.”
Oh, but Tim WILL have wet sheets tonight. That’s alright as that will align him nicely with Kate who is a wet blanket. As Constance said to Kate on Uncut, ‘You’d be the most boring f**k I’ve ever had’.
“Christie sighs and tells him: “You won‚Äôt have wet sheets tonight Tim.”"
haha. Is it bad that I read some innudendo there?
I’d be more worried if you didn’t.
Tim seems confused. He describes himself as “asexual” but then clarifies this by saying he’s open to kissing boys. Perhaps the innuendo needs more fine targetting?
cue Inigo Montoya voice: I don’t think that means what you think it means.
Geez, it *is* quiet around here today.
* tumbleweed drifts across the lavender screen *
You keel my thread. Prepare to die.
“He describes himself as “asexual” ”
That’s a set-up line - I’m asexual. A sexual demon, that is.
“…kissing boys. Perhaps the innuendo needs more fine targetting?”
Ooh, bad bad pun dude. Ten out of ten.
I wonder how much overt pressure is put on the housemates to engage in sexual conduct, or is it all implied like normal sexual assualt?
Is this a reinvented form of gladiatorial combat, where the voyeurs are hanging out solely for the animal side of human interaction.
More clarification on Lefty Tim’s sexuality:
The reporting verb “lecture” sure is used alot in relation to our Timmy.
He was lecturing the Alpaca yesterday about Lacan’s mirror stage theory of child development.
All the girls in the house are still there.
Not quite sure of your point, Amanda.
“Michelle insists: “No, they were more volumptuous. Definitely more volumptuous.” No one corrects her and the HMs change the subject.”
LOL
They’re misconstruing Michelle’s mind. Like Christie, she’s intellect.
I can almost feel the awkward silence that would have followed that comment before someone said something to change the subject.
Relying on my dim memory of honours critical theory, probably got it wrong. You know, fantasy images, the perfect I, only vague recognition of objects outside yourself. Just a dumb joke.
*Cough. Diverting attention … *
Hotdogs asks Gianna if she eats bananas: “Potassium plus!” Christie chips in: “Gimme a P! Gimme an O! Gimme a T! S-E-M.” Gianna corrects her and she wanders into the lounge room.
Got it!
Jess has the latest on Lefty Tim’s remarkable talents.
Oooh, Timmy wants to share the depilatory love with boys:
Oh dear. His journalism skills put to good use. He’s no Philip Gourevitch is he, the pet?
Typical. Start a post with “Po Mo” and “Big Brother” in the subject and you’re guaranteed to get over 80 comments.
So are we discussing some sort of Jamesonesque analysis of George Orwell’s novel 1984? Because I can’t correlate the content of the comments to that topic at all. Damn those French theorists.
The only thing Jamesonesque in here is the brand of whisky, the consumption of which seems to fuel the commentary. Mmmm. As for this, though:
Damn, that’s an exhibition of skill in below-the-radar smut. Out one ear and innuendo.
…as they say in the best Austrian economic circles.
Oh I hope they dont kick out Gianna. She is such good value … a living national treasure.
Gianna tells Tim that she met a casting agent from McLeod’s Daughters who told her she would have been a shoe in for a role on the show if she had auditioned for it.
Gianna tells Tim that in the outside world people always listen to her: “I’m very good at problem solving and getting into projects.” She adds: “I even designed an offshore airport.”
Talk turns to films and Kate says when she was younger her mother wouldn’t let her watch “that scary film with Macaulay Culkin in it.” “The Godfather?” asks Christie.
Gianna’s Mum admits: My daughter embellishes.
Maybe she’s also channelling Ausculture Jess? Didn’t Jess call her “Chesty McLeod” at one point?