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Today I read more than half of the library book I chose about British Identities.
It's interesting, even if bits of it is gone out of date already.

I could have been watching Stargate, but instead I read book for class.
See, this is why I no like holidays. College makes my brain wake up. Have interest now!
Is fun.

... I go sleep now, cause it's technically tomorrow already. Snuck up on me. Again.

Quote about language

In the nineteenth century, the notion of 'correct', 'good', or 'pure' English became something of an obsession for many literary critics, philosophers, and educationalists. The result of this anxiety was teh invention of an ideal form of the English language, covering aspects of grammar, vocabulary, pronunciation, and so on, but also importantly linked to ways of acting, kindsof belief, and systems of value. Such an ideal was needed to support Britain's self-image as a great industrial and imperial power, and to measure various kinds of linguistic deviance. The fact that this ideal or 'standard' English was an invention did not appear to worry those who used it to condemn linguistic 'errors' made by the vast majority of the British population.

Storry, M, British Cultural Identities 2nd Edition, Routledge 2002, p213

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Taps in the bathroom are finally fixed
yaays!

... must put up a 'mind the step' sign on my front door. I've been here years and only just thought of that. But for me it's obvious, so it's only new visitors that trip, and how many of those do I have?

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While reading about British Cultural Identities some more I found a map showing Muslims, Sikhs, Hindus, Jews and Buddhists 1993, and it has a little Buddhist temples and monasteries symbol right where I live. I googled and found a reference. And yet it is news to me.

... I so don't live in this town. My body does, but my brain is somewhere in orbit.

Also today, reading about the history of Welsh language. Which is now interesting to me. Because, you know, Torchwood.
The fact it was previously uninteresting despite being, you know, there... kinda embarrassing.

Book reckons Cardiff has had long standing black, Chinese and Indian communities since the nineteenth century.

Also Elizabeth I made a law to try and keep black people out cause of thinking there were too many moving here.

History class leaves a lot out.

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Finished reading Cultural Identities book. Win!
So that's all the set reading plus the bit of the suggested reading list I chose.
Lots of words.

Basically, the s is important. Very plural identities.
Lots of interesting. 27million people call themselves Christian, 2 million go to church. 1.2 million muslims, most of them born here. Big hindu temple. But very few buddhists, and they get bundled in with New Age practices anyway. Rastafarians get more of a mention.

40% of children born in London have at least one black parent. Huh.

And this is a few years ago. I can't imagine we've got less diverse since then.

Quite a lot went out of date quite quickly. Which is kind of cool, when it's talking about the difference between can't and can get married.

My other impression of it was it covered a lot of the stuff from the Sociology book only from a different angle. And with less detail. Well the Sociology book is the Big Blue Book of DOOOOOOOM. It's inches thick. Anything's going to have less detail.

It's possible I read too fast to digest it. :-/
But I'll know a book to go to if I want to look up that kind of stuff.

Britain: Made of Many Parts.

... now I'm having man-on-a-pig thoughts, and possibly Countrycide flashbacks.
... okay, I'm strange, we know this.

Nightmares are bad

Awake now. And staying that way.
urrrrgh.
If I want any plots for horror movies I just slept a dozen. With the eating of body parts and the egyptian curses and the scales where you have to be as light as a feather (but only your heart) and the sewing up of eyes and mouth and the thing where the guy fancied his egyptology professor so he did a love spell curse only while he's raping him the professor's eyes start moving side to side like he's reading only the lower they get the more the other guy thinks he can see something reflecting in them and then he's looking right at him and something else is looking out the reflection.
Which, yeah, cool if you're only watching it on TV, extremely uncool to dream even as audience.
And then there was the bit with the chainsaw and the house made of skin and muscle and assorted spare parts and people were going down stairs and becoming house parts and that was no fun either.
And then there was quite a lot of not actually waking up despite trying.
That was bad.

I didn't even mean to go to sleep!

... so tired now. no fair.