Social Attitude Test (mine? you bet!)

Social Attitude Test

Courtesy of the Children of Millennium

Your scores:


Radicalism: 95 percent
Tenderness: 50 percent
Socialism: 74 percent

These scores indicate that you are a radical; this is the political profile one might associate with a university professor. It appears that you are skeptical towards religion, and have a generally optimistic attitude towards humanity in general.

To round out the picture, your attitudes towards economics appear socialist, and combined with your social attitudes this creates the picture of someone who would generally be described as left-wing.

This concludes our analysis; we hope you found your results accurate, useful, and interesting.


About the test

Unlike many other political tests found on the Internet which base themselves on untested (and usually ideologically motivated) ideas, this inventory is adapted from Hans Eysenck's own political inventory which was developed after extensive emprical investigations in the 20th Century. Eysenck found that, although individual opinions vary, they tend to cluster in specific ways:

Firstly, social opinions tend to fall predictably along a conservative/radical axis, which will be recognized by most people as the right-wing vs left-wing political axis.

Secondly, attitudes vary along a tough/tender axis, which appears to distinguish between realistic and pragmatic vs idealistic and trusting individuals.

Thirdly, Eysenck found that economic opinions also cluster along a socialist/capitalist axis, which exposes a sympathies towards big business and the wealthy vs. sympathies towards governmental intervention and the poor.

Although less research has investigated the socialist/capitalist dimension of political values, a large body of research has accumulated regarding the tough/tender and conservative/radical dimensions. Tough-minded conservatives are described as militaristic and authoritarian, favoring harsh punishment and opposing minorites, while tough-minded radicals are individualistic and secularist, supporting sexual freedom and believing in evolution. On the tender side, tender-minded conservatives were found to be religious and moralistic, supporting censorship and belief in God, while tender-minded radicals are described as pacifistic humanitarians who support racial equality and are more likely to claim to be vegetarians.

Brel

Jacques Brel - Les Vieux (English subtitles)

Who knows where the time goes? ...

...I'm No Good...

Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good
envoyé par AmyWinehouse

Untitled

Reminiscing... Hey, I am a child of the 1980s, OK?

Eurythmics - Miracle Of Love

Still mad about Fred...

Belvedere Apollo

Spring is drawing nigh...

Always makes me cry like a baby...

Edith Piaf - Hymne à L'Amour (English subtitles)

Et porquois pas?

I fell in love with Piaf's version at age 6 and still find it the best ever (regardless of all the recent "La Vie En Rose"/"La Môme" hype) but I do have soft spot for Marie Dubas, so sue me ;)


Marie Dubas/Mon Legionnaire - English subtitles

A different kind of (my trademark) Borrowed Beauty

Just a few bits of manly eye-candy

You'll be needing a Reason, right? OK, so here goes: Because it has helped me go through the night and because it may help anyone in a similar predicament to mine (before pics kicked in and juices started flowing)

Have a great day!

Half the time this is me...

The dream is over...

John Lennon - 1970 - God

Hilarious

Reserve now or regret later

It was the best play I saw this side of the millennium (OK, in Portugal...) and it's coming back!

November? I suppose I can hold..wait, I can't. Bugger ;)

Under the influence of Nick & Trails...

Again: Couldn't resist it.

Has it ever happened to you?

You know the sort of thing. It's saturday night, you are supposed to go meet some friends catch some instantly forgettable movie, grab a bite of some indigestible pre-masticated junk food and head to someone's home (usually not mine - "too small, too messy, fridge always empty") and you talk. There may even be some music playing on the background. Loud enough that you are aware of it. But too low for you to follow any potential interesting lyrics you might want to *investigate* later, or any potential inane ones that you could mock on the stop just to prevent the flow of conversation from stopping every now and then.

Amitié Oblige, of course, so you listen and try to be a part of it, and even fill gaps with light banter or pseudo-sophisticated knowledge of this, that and the other. Inevitably the same moment will come to you: "Why am I here with these friends? What does 'friend' mean?"
Congratulations. You have just realized (yet again) that not a single one of you is *saying* anything. There are words involved, to be sure. But much like the music they are background noise. So you decide you are not a social animal after all, the night ends, and in the small hours you make it home and hit the sack (alone again, of course).

It strikes you, then. Maybe I am not anti-social. Maybe there is someone out there who would not think it *quirky* of me to want to discuss current affairs, the expanding universe(and what will happen when it contracts? Collapse, annihilation, Big Bang all over?), the poetry of Sandy Denny or Leonard Cohen or Paul Celan or Walt Whitman. And not be drunk while juggling all these topics, because they are not "topics" to you: they are part of the fabric of Things That Make You Feel Alive. And you would like to share some of them, even make some of them (gods forgive me) more approachable. And you would like to try to speak out when people start telling racist or homophobic jokes because some things can be fun in some context, but it seems the context here is always "This one's for you, P.". Thank you, my friends. I endured (parts of it I even liked) your talk about raising your children, I sat through your dirty jokes and add a few of my own, I tried not to point the error of your ways in going by every word the Popes (present and past) has ever said. You might all be right or have a point or an agenda. You might.

But I have known most of you since we were kids. With hindsight there was always mostly cruelty in X, kindness in Y and apathy in Z. Should I have expected change here? Evolved? No, you have merely changed subjects and traded your clothes for grown-up ones. But you are all still playing at Life. Me? I am much worse than you. I like to pretend that I am Living it. Below full potential, on a low burner, the candle not burning much at either end, the light not flooding your days with stupendous new revelations or experiences. But Living, none the less. Trying.

Trying to resist the will to go into dreamless sleep forever. Because my dreams show me how I used to look at the endless... possibilities? Vistas? With hope, eagerness, excitement, energy.

You drain me. Your small talk, your background noise, your lives so reduced in scale. You had dreams, too. Some of you. Yet here we all are. Am I so different? Perhaps not. Perhaps only painfully aware of those possibilities. Maybe you got the hang of it after all. Of living. Think small, live small, go by the book, be conventional and conservative. And which passing year a little less open minded. A little less capable of exhilaration or Love. Lonelier as your families grow, then grow up and depart. A little more embittered. Against Beauty, Youth, Art, Relationships, anything that doesn't fit the mold. You made up your mind about life early on. The time to make up your mind about Life is Never(there but for *the* one word almost went a quote...). Just Live it. Try to. I would help you, I would be there. But I am finding the attempt somewhat harder than I had thought. By myself - or something that passes for not by myself to the outer world. They don't seem to know we are all alone most of the time. But there are moments that we can weave together into experiences we will remember with joy for all our lives.
Aren't there?

Blondddddd Attraction

I am past caring if is a natural blond or not. Hey, I am even past caring if his aussiebums (:P) are just there for a tease.

Please do enjoy. At my age I can no longer afford to do so without serious consequences.

Kilted Nirvana

Yes, I confess. It is both a trademark of mine, a fetish and a Thing of Beauty.

Not exactly my kind of music, but most definitely my kind of statement

Ever so profusely apologetic, but still in lust with Fred F ;)

Yes. 'Tis the weakness in me that makes me post this sort of publicity still. And imagine it's not completely "still".

I had listened to so many other versions, even watched a couple. I only thought "camp!". This Dame? I can only feel "moved to tears"

Yes, she is one of my favourite actresses. Amongst the living she pretty much tops my list - even if she first came to my notice in a sitcom, but is "As Time Goes By" truly a sitcom in the trashing, boring, formulaic sense?

Love this performance. Justice was done when she won the Oliver for her role in this play.

Hope you enjoy the bonus from ATGB. Not a gag reel or bloopers. More like classy "goofing around between takes" ^_^

Uncomfortably numb (woke up and it was a SC morning...)

Hey, who says you have to sleep more than 2 hours per day? Who came up with that? Biology? Medicine? They're all about exceptions to the rule and I guess I am one.

It's a good thing, this insomnia. For each trashy tv cable channel there are 100 downloadable arousing ones and 1,000 memorable songs you had not been keeping in your memory for too many years and even the odd quality blogger blogging on a time zone that suits my current state of awareness (high-ish)

So... Beer Bad? Sure. Vodka? Not at all. If it's Swedish, at least.

So am I writing a drunkard's rant? Not exactly, so it doesn't quite live up to Hemingway/Woolf/Pessoa/(shh... or even Kerouac) standards. It's the way of my life, not living up to standards. I embrace that. I'll set up my own standards and have my own values. Cheap and obnoxious, that almost for sure. But at least combined in a unique Anglo-Lusophone way.

So I have this one poem (by myself, hooray for me! - search for my published books at librarything, only place I ever found them "out there"...) and this one song by my bronze medal Canadian of all eras ;) Can't take any of the credit for that, but can at least remind myself that I used to have impeccable taste in poetry and a slight aversion to covers.


so here goes

a)


I don't trust you to keep promises made
when budding buds of May were all the rage
But I dream of a nocturnal secluded glade
where any child of the Universe comes of age

That age being unfamiliar to dictionaries
not part of any language's vocabulary
Just an age of jaded innocence
and boundless tries at living life right
but only until you realize if it's hurting you and scarring you
it's not effortlessly blood that's running through your veins
nor anything remotely like love
your heart is pumping into your stream

That, there, right then
Is the time to pause
and fall in love with yourself, as you always did
for any distant lost cause

We are Art speaking unto Art
Flawed Icons and Breakable Gods

We are one
I am many

All is done


b)




Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No. 2

Post-Friday Fred

Ok, so I haven't been around much. But I love to share every bit of godliness and goodies and all that jazz with ...you.

So, check out Fred's site at http://www.fredfaurtin.com/ and if you have any "reaction" to it at all, do let me know...

Here's a bit of folksy-me-likes-it for you all in the... waiting hours

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now - 1969
envoyé par thegirlstheyrock

The Prophecy Revealed

The Prophecy
envoyé par beautifulparis