Regular readers will remember my blogging about the gestalt of traffic in India. Now Mark has drawn my attention to a delightful video that provides a bird’s-eye view of the whole thing.
Random 10
I’ve got a number of new CDs to load into iTunes: three of the Aria collection, two new Back To Mine compilations, and the new Streets. But until then, this is what iTunes is playing for me:
- “See No Evil” by Television (from Marquee Moon)
- “Isle Of View (Music For Helicopter Pilots)” by the Penguin Cafe Orchestra (from When In Rome)
- “Heartless” by Heart (from These Dreams: Heart’s Greatest Hits)
- “Teenage Kicks” by the Undertones
- “In Through Time” by Govinda (from Buddha Bar 2)
- “Pure Narcotic” by Porcupine Tree (from Lightbulb Sun)
- “I Am The Walrus (‘No You’re Not’, Said Little Nicola)” by Men Without Hats (from Sideways)
- “East Of Shanghai” by the Legendary Pink Dots (from Four Days)
- “Path Of Destiny(自ら切り開 é‹å‘½)” by ä¸é¶´æ½¤ (from the soundtrack to the video game Soulcalibur II)
- “The Adventures Of Robinson Crusoe” by the Robert Mellin Orchestra (from Back To Mine: Orbital)
I wonder how the Japanese characters for “Path Of Destiny” will come out. I was surprised to find that the Soulcalibur II soundtrack was in the GraceNote database; I just hope the information is accurate.
France on Cape Cod
We’re back in Brookline, having returned a day early. (I had an unexpected meeting here in the Boston area.) We packed up on Monday afternoon (occasionally peeking at the television to check out the progress of the Boston Marathon), then stopped off in Mashpee for a little shopping and dinner. On an earlier visit, I’d spotted an intriguing restaurant, and I wanted to check it out. Bleu Restaurant proved to be a revelation: one of the best French restaurants I’ve found in the US.
[WARNING: Food porn follows.]
I had the shepherds pie – but this was unlike any shepherds pie I’d tasted before. Perfect creamed potatoes over shredded braised lamb shank with sweet onion, mushrooms and leeks. (I’m determined to try to replicate this at home.) Merry had a “simple” roast chicken: crusted with sea salt and rosemary, started in the oven and finished on an open wood grill. The flavour and texture were sublime. They offered some of their very best wines by the glass, and the service was exemplary. If only it wasn’t so far from Boston…
Down on the Cape
We’re down on Cape Cod for a long weekend. We own a week at a time-share condo in Brewster that usually coincides with mid-term school holidays; this year it also includes Easter. Surprisingly things are really quiet here: we drove down yesterday, and the traffic was light all the way. Today we visited “P’town” (Provincetown): we zoomed up Route 6 at the speed limit with hardly any other traffic in sight. When we got there at 11am it was still foggy, but it burned off within an hour. By the time we left late in the afternoon, the number of visitors was looking more respectable, and a drag queen diva with a karaoke machine was drawing a good crowd in the town centre.
Monday is the day of the Boston Marathon, which passes through Brookline; it’s a good day to be out of town. We plan to stay here until Tuesday morning and then head back quite early.
The only direction is onward
Andrew Sullivan has a couple of guest bloggers while he’s visiting England (sniff!). One of them, Walter Kirn, grabbed my attention with an account of how he’s writing his new novel…
…spinning a tale before one knows the ending, and doing so without the opportunity to double back and fiddle with the beginning, is storytelling in its wild, natural state…. Next time you make up a children’s bedtime story, you’ll see exactly what I mean. The only direction is onward. Trust in inspiration, not second thoughts. In foresight, not hindsight. In spells, not science. And glance around the bedroom for ideas. That painting of a sailing ship? It’s time to send one of your characters to sea, perhaps. That other painting of an idyllic farm? That’s what your character dreams of once he’s shipwrecked on the barren Pacific island.
What a lovely way to think about story-telling: as a performance, not as designing something to fit into a book-shaped container.
Administrivia – blogspam
I’m getting a steady stream of blogspam directed at my blog: around 100 hits a day. The combination of comment moderation and spam filtering means that none of it has got through to pollute the site, but checking for false positives is getting a little tedious. One change I’ve just made is to automatically disable comments on each entry 21 days after I post it. This is unfortunate: some of the most amusing comments have been from people who discovered one of my postings months or years after the event, but c’est la vie.
Random 10
It’s that (over)time again.
- “Mooga (Hemstock & Jennings Remix)” by Digital Blond (from Trance Nation Future)
- “Be For Real” by Leonard Cohen (from The Future)
- “I Don’t Believe You” by Al Stewart (from Orange)
- “Small Talk” by Scritti Politti (from Cupid & Psyche 85)
- “Men Of Wood” by Porcupine Tree (from Stars Die – The Delerium Years)
- “The Plasma Twins” by the Legendary Pink Dots (from Any Day Now)
- “Please Mr Postman” by the Carpenters (from Singles (1969-1981))
- “Sudden Life” by Man (from Psychedelic Years – Back In The British Isles)
- “Born To Run” by Frankie Goes To Hollywood (from Bang! The Greatest Hits)
- “Ska’d For Life (Instrumental Mix)” by Orbital (from Back To Mine: Orbital)
Of these tracks, the most unusual is probably “Sudden Life” by the Welsh prog-rockers Man. However my favourite is “Small Talk” from Scritti Politti’s brilliant Cupid & Psyche 85. Here‘s what the reviewer at MP3.com has to say about it:
Cupid & Psyche 85, released in June of 1985, was a landmark album in many respects. No prior pop album had integrated the techniques of sampling and sequencing to such a great degree, and the technology of that time was both expensive to use and barely up to the task Scritti Politti demanded of it. Gartside’s typically high-flown verbiage was as evident here as anywhere, but you didn’t need to understand what he sang in order to enjoy the music. Certain songs are dialogues between Gartside and a female singer; as such, “A Little Knowledge” is a rare pop song that retains the characteristics of a mini-tragedy. Likewise, the bonus track of “Flesh and Blood,” featuring Jamaican rapper Ann Swinton, sounds remarkably fresh and contemporary 20 years on. But the big hits from Cupid & Psyche 85 were “Wood Beez” and “The Word Girl” in the U.K., and “The Perfect Way” in the U.S., which reached number 11 in the Billboard Hot 100 and got heavy rotation on MTV. Not many albums from smack in the middle of the “Big ’80s” can be said to possess the quality of timelessness, but Cupid & Psyche 85 most certainly does.
Equal time for storks?
Here’s an apt comparison reported by the Guardian
Last night, the Royal Society gave a public platform to Steve Jones, the award-winning geneticist and author, to deliver a lecture entitled Why Creationism Is Wrong and Evolution Is Right. Professor Jones said that suggesting that creationism and evolution be given equal weight in education was “to me, rather like starting genetics lectures by discussing the theory that babies are brought by storks.”
Exactly so.
Update: Alec has more.
Boston and Logan from Deer Island
For a long time I’ve toyed with the idea of driving over to Deer Island to get some photos of the Boston city skyline from the east, and also watch the planes at Boston’s Logan Airport. As you can see in this Google map, Deer Island is close to the end of runway 27 (the east-west runway at Boston). When I saw that today’s forecast was for west winds and sunny skies, I decided that the moment had come. My hope was that the winds would be strong enough that they’d have to use runway 27 for landings; this would be great for photography since from Deer Island I’d have the sun behind me. Unfortunately the winds were light to non-existent, so most aircraft were landing on 33L and taking off from 27.
Nevertheless I was able to get some decent pictures. I drove to the end of Tafts Avenue, left my car in the little public park, and walked widdershins around Deer Island, taking photos of planes, city, sea ducks, islands, and the extraordinary waste water treatment plant whose giant ovoids dominate the island. (Purists will point out that Deer Island is actually joined to the mainland, and thus shouldn’t be referred to as an island. In fact it was an island, until the hurricane of 1938 rearranged things.) I spent a couple of hours exploring the place, staying out of the way of the joggers and professional dog-walkers who seemed to be everywhere.
So now that I know how to get there (MassPike -> Ted Williams Tunnel -> Rt.145), how to negotiate the mess at the Rt.1A/Rt.145 intersection, and where to park, I shall be watching the NWS for predictions of bright, sunny mornings with strong westerly winds….
Not in good faith
Andrew Sullivan has just posted a lengthy email from a correspondent about the US invasion of Iraq. Kudos to Sully for posting it, because, as he says, “I disagree with much of it. But I disagree with it less than I did a year ago.” Money quote:
I could have supported intervention in Iraq. Saddam was a monster. But not Bush’s intervention. If his Dad, and Powell, had put together a true global coalition, with a real commitment to pay the high price in money, manpower and years necessary to free Iraq, secure the peace and rebuild the country, yes, I could have supported it. But I knew GWB and his team would never accomplish those ends, because those ends were not his ends. His ends, and his means, speak for themselves. All the rest is lies.
Many of us who opposed the invasion undoubtedly conflated two emotions: our strongly-held feelings about Bush in general, and a rejection of the rush to war. Bush certainly evoked powerful negative feelings, based on his illegitimacy, his lack of vision and intelligence, and the way his puppet-masters cynically exploited divisive social issues to cover up the looting of the country for their fellow plutocrats. But that didn’t mean that we were wrong when we came to the conclusion that Bush was not acting in good faith about going to war. Nor does it necessarily mean that we were against war under all circumstances. I myself am no pacifist: I supported the first Gulf War, and – reluctantly and controversially – the Falklands campaign. But this wasn’t about “war in general”, or even whether Saddam was a monster or not: it was about this war, at this time, conducted by these people, in these circumstances, for these ostensible reasons.
I think that where people like Andrew Sullivan and the former editor of the Economist get it wrong is that they frame the question as “in principle”: Are you in principle in favour of overthrowing Saddam? Such questions are always presented as simple dichotomies — yes/no, black/white, good/bad — and are assumed to be logically prior to the “how” questions, the in practice. But this is simply a way of allowing the ends to justify the means: you commit yourself to a course of action, and must hold to it however badly it turns out. Why not, instead, judge each fully articulated proposal for action (and inaction) on its own merits, with a full assessment of the consequences? (Yeah, utilitarianism – why not?) Reject the seduction of the false dichotomy, reserve the right to vote “none of the above” and demand that the principals go back to the drawing board and try again. Because it seems to me that only a neocon bigot could have accepted that the course of action proposed by Bush was the best possible, that it clearly addressed the standards for the moral and legal conduct of war established by the US at the Nuremberg Trials and subsequently by the UN, that there was a clear and present danger that could not have waited months or years until Afghanistan had been secured and Osama captured.
“Agreement in principle.” It’s the way the card-sharp sucks in the mark; once you agree to play, you can’t back out even if you see that the game is rigged. And then you salve your bruised pride by comforting yourself that the original choice was justified, instead of recognizing that, just possibly, there was no “in practice” available to justify the “in principle”.