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Sunday, August 10, 2003

From Tuesday:

I'm proofreading Danish, a language I don't speak. Over time, it becomes a kind of visual equivalency to listening to Sigur Ros. Since I am also proofreading the same text in Portugese, French, Italian and, crucially, English, I have an artificial perception of linguistic ability, because I can judge from vague similarities and sympathies, along with position on the page, what any particular paragraph is saying.

And, on the subject of speaking a langage I don't understand, it looks like the Anglicans may be on the verge of doing it again. After having apparently managed to elect a gay bishop, the creation has been paused by last-minute accusations of sexual misconduct, clearly designed to generate as much attention as possible so that, even if they are found to be baseless, the rumours will survive. Nice one. Of course, these allegations do need to be investigated, but I can't help but suspect that the timing is at best pusillanimous.

Still, it does give the evos and the traditionalists something to agree on - both reserve their right to hate any queers who dare to work for the advancement of the church. Midn you, they hate pretty well everything else fun, so why should sex be an exception?

Well, it's tomorrow and they've done it, although it may be awhile before I actually trust that this is a sincere and secure establishment. It's a wonderful slap in the face to the church in England, which after all claimed that the hounding of Jeffrey John was aimed at keeping the global church together - now the colonies have presented them with a bishop that not only is avowedly gay but has also decided to say a resounding "fuck that noise" to celibacy. Must make them feel terribly nostalgic for dear old Canon John, with his hand-knitted cardigans and forebearance of fellation.

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