BT mayhem
The island is screwed. We only have intermittent connection to BT at the moment as the bad weather has set in. This adds to the feeling of isolation we experience each day. It's both our blessing and our curse, if you can imagine that.
I'll leave some brief details of a meeting we had on the island, and I just hope that I have the time to do even this as I may lose connectivity at any moment...
A few days ago we gathered at the community hall for a monthly debate, fronted this time by Evans the Butcher who, incidentally, is not a butcher at all, owning as he does the local bakery. Still, the discussion was based around Creationism and Evolution, a thorny subject at any time, let alone during the isolated period we have undergone recently.
Mrs Jones, an elderly lady, was using a Creationist position mixed with her own blend of Ancient Technological Civilisations viewpoints, and was arguing directly with Evans the Butcher. She claimed that the Bible shows both the development of the Earth under God's guidance as well as proof of ancient high societies. Using various dubious references, she expounded a quasi-scientific theory in opposition to generally accepted Evolutionist standpoints. Her coup-de-grace was the presentation of what she claimed was an artifact that she had dug from her backgarden, claiming that it was a ray-gun from antiquity. A lively debate ensued, with Evans the Butcher pointing out that the ray-gun resembled nothing so much as a normal gun. Mrs Jones refused this suggestion and continued to fight her corner until Mr Lewis the arms expert described the relic as a German hand pistol from around the time of WWII. This of course raised more questions than answers, not least the problematic issue of why such a pistol would have been excavated from Mrs Jones garden in the first place...in other words, how did it get there? Mrs Jones blushed somewhat at this point and left before any serious questioning could begin. The mystery deepened, and (she is a widow and her husband died on the island under very mysterious circumstances during WWII) this one seems as if it might run and run.
My connection has held well, but it may drop at any point, so I bid you all good day until we talk again. Lunch isn't far away and it's a fair old trek to the Bishop's second home on the island. Here's to a good time for us all.
I'll leave some brief details of a meeting we had on the island, and I just hope that I have the time to do even this as I may lose connectivity at any moment...
A few days ago we gathered at the community hall for a monthly debate, fronted this time by Evans the Butcher who, incidentally, is not a butcher at all, owning as he does the local bakery. Still, the discussion was based around Creationism and Evolution, a thorny subject at any time, let alone during the isolated period we have undergone recently.
Mrs Jones, an elderly lady, was using a Creationist position mixed with her own blend of Ancient Technological Civilisations viewpoints, and was arguing directly with Evans the Butcher. She claimed that the Bible shows both the development of the Earth under God's guidance as well as proof of ancient high societies. Using various dubious references, she expounded a quasi-scientific theory in opposition to generally accepted Evolutionist standpoints. Her coup-de-grace was the presentation of what she claimed was an artifact that she had dug from her backgarden, claiming that it was a ray-gun from antiquity. A lively debate ensued, with Evans the Butcher pointing out that the ray-gun resembled nothing so much as a normal gun. Mrs Jones refused this suggestion and continued to fight her corner until Mr Lewis the arms expert described the relic as a German hand pistol from around the time of WWII. This of course raised more questions than answers, not least the problematic issue of why such a pistol would have been excavated from Mrs Jones garden in the first place...in other words, how did it get there? Mrs Jones blushed somewhat at this point and left before any serious questioning could begin. The mystery deepened, and (she is a widow and her husband died on the island under very mysterious circumstances during WWII) this one seems as if it might run and run.
My connection has held well, but it may drop at any point, so I bid you all good day until we talk again. Lunch isn't far away and it's a fair old trek to the Bishop's second home on the island. Here's to a good time for us all.
posted by reverend at 11:34 am
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