tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11461061292483670072024-03-18T20:08:34.204-07:00Winged SandalsDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-75822985943765596792012-10-19T08:06:00.000-07:002012-10-19T08:27:17.978-07:00The Purpose of Playing GodThe physical and chemical properties of the universe are freaking amazing. Their complexity, stability, scale and resolution of detail are completely breathtaking when considered at any level of comprehension. Without an equivalent of natural selection by which to explain their emergence it is easy to assume that they must have been the design of a sentient. Of course the counter argument to this always has been and always will be the anthropic principle - that were the universe any different or any less "spectacular" in design then we would not be here to perceive it so; thus we should not be surprised and cannot logically infer anything about its creation.<br />
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<i><span class="line">Why do you think your people made me?</span></i><span class="line"> </span></div>
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<i><span class="line">We made ya 'cause we could.</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="line">Can you imagine how disappointing it would be for you to hear the same thing from your creator? </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="line">Why are humans so obsessed with recreating themselves?</span></i></div>
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<span class="line">If the universe was created intentionally then, taking an anthropocentric line of argument, we shall assume that the emergence of sentient life was part of that intention - either for experiment or by design, but ultimately because the creator could create that life.</span><br />
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<span class="line">To what end? To learn something? Peter Weyland, from the same school of ambition and entrepreneurship as Eldon Tyrell, gives this powerful speech several years in the future...</span><br />
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<span class="line">Both of Ridley Scott's films come to pretty much the same conclusion; humans learn fuck all from the creation of sentient life. In <i>Blade Runner</i> the children have shorter lifespans than humans, the humans play god and skirt around the periphery of the drama the Replicants make themselves. In <i>Prometheus</i> the David 8 android is physically and logically superior to humans and practically immortal, but lacks the fire of the Replicants and humans themselves. In both cases, the human reactions to their creations are nothing short of ambivalent - it was something that was done because it could be done, and yet the problems of the purpose of creation and human mortality remained - from the human perspective they have created nothing more than an image of themselves, a reflection that is ultimately, as <i>Innocence</i> ponders, obfuscating rather than instructive.</span><br />
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<span class="line">Curious, no, that the creation of life, at least in the thought experiments of intelligent writers, answers no questions about the purpose of the creation of life?</span><br />
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<span class="line">Going back to our hypothetical demiurge, what would it learn from us, its creations? Were we as a species worth waiting thirteen billion years for? If we created sentient life, like us, would we benefit in any spiritual or philosophical sense? Would the creator itself learn anything from our compulsive technological procession?</span><br />
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<span class="line">I think... nothing, no, no and no.</span><br />
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<span class="line">However for writer Iain Banks in the <i>Culture</i> novels, the creation of sentient machines, along with interstellar travel, is a technological leap towards
post scarcity and liberal utopia. The technology itself answers no
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<span class="line">Banks is, I am happy to note, quite similar to Tolkien in his take on creation. For Ronald, for Iluvatar, the act of creation by necessity results in both good and bad consequences, but all add to the glory of life. The music of Eru is created simply for the joy of doing so.</span><br />
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<span class="line">In the results driven practicality of the modern world where cause and effect can be scrutinized without end, and often censored or trammeled at even the lowest level because the Great Game is all encompassing, it is easy to forget that even the greatest of technological advances can have no more impact than the furtherment of enjoyment for the living. Or perhaps we should not be surprised at that at all, for perhaps, like the Olympians from whom Prometheus stole fire, revel in the time we have with our fires burning brightly, maintaining one's <i>elan vital</i>, is all life was ever meant to be about. Perhaps if there is a demiurge, it simply enjoys watching its children play with the fire it gifted them.</span><br />
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Maybe we should replace your coffee. Hahaha!Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-14025023367988518242012-03-07T09:24:00.000-08:002012-03-22T02:42:53.273-07:00Te-tsu-oOo~Time for another of my pet artistic/philosophical topics.<br />
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For a long time I have been fascinated by the central theme of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iliad">The Iliad</a>; generally recognised as the first story in the western literary tradition it is curious to me in that it follows a single theme along many threads in an insistent, almost dogmatic, fashion: Possession. The possession of women by men, of power by men, of life, death, jealousy, honour, status, trophy, skill, love, respect, immortality and the bodies of fallen friends. The whole story revolves around players who are constantly seeking the possession of something or someone.<br />
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Now this in itself is fascinating; why did the early Greeks craft a story such as this? Why does the story not cover the beginning nor the end of the war? What didactic lesson, if at all, was this meant to imbue the listener or reader with when, I think fairly, it can be said there is no conclusion (one might say "point") to the theme?<br />
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Well, in my own mind I have I feel answered these questions in part with a new interpretation of the Iliad that I have been building. To get there, I want to jump forward to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danny_Boyle">Danny Boyle</a> & <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Garland">Alex Garland</a> movies of today...<br />
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The three movies they have so far collaborated on, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beach_%28film%29">The Beach</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/28_Days_Later">28 Days Later</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunshine_%282007_film%29">Sunshine</a>, follow very similar themes and my interpretation of <i>The Iliad</i> requires a preliminary interpretation of these stories. All three follow a young man into a progressively worsening situation, and on one level chart his responses and eventual "triumph" over the obstacle. In each case, the man is clearly of middle class origins, educated either in a formal sense or worldly way, but finds no tools within that experience to deal with what he faces. Instead, he becomes like his aggressors, he becomes animalistic, savage and wild, acts unpredictably and totally unlike his usual self. Having just written this, I am pleased to find on Wikipedia that Boyle was influenced by <i>Apocalypse Now</i>:<br />
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twenty-one-year-old guy from the sticks. My brain had not been fed and
watered with great culture, you know, as art is meant to do. It had been
sandblasted by the power of cinema. And that’s why cinema, despite
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Brando and Sheen are clearly reflected in the young men of Boyle's movies. But what does this mean?<br />
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Each man is conservative and is forced, for his life, to abandon this for anarchy, to embrace anarchy, to triumph. In <i>The Beach</i>, the triumph is over the conservatism of the beach community. In <i>28 Days Later</i> the triumph is over the anarchy of the zombies and the conservatism of the army. In <i>Sunshine</i> it is over the conservatism of the pan-theistic religion of the captain (on a side note, what organisation sending a space ship to the sun to save humanity would <i>ever</i> call the ship <i>Icarus</i>, and when it fails - whoops, didn't see that coming - call the next one <i>Icarus II</i>? Geesh!). That each man triumphs over a different adversary in each movie is important; and <b>what this signifies is the strength of anarchic-conservatism over either of its constituent parts</b>.<br />
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Let's go back to the first story ever recorded; the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilgamesh_epic">Epic of Gilgamesh</a> and Enkidu. The king Gilgamesh represents ultimate conservatism; he has absolute wealth and power in his kingdom, and was famed for the construction of the epitome of conservative architecture; a big wall. Enkidu is anarchy embodied; a feral man who runs with the animals, he is civilised by procreating with a whore for a week. Apart they are forces that rival and challenge one another, together they are stronger than anything else in the land.<br />
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And forward again to <i>Akira</i> (the movie) by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katsuhiro_Otomo">Katsuhiro Ootomo</a>...<br />
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<i>Above, Capa (or "Kappa" or "K") and Kaneda attempt to repair the solar shield in </i>Sunshine<i>. Below, Kaneda and Kei run from the cops.</i></div>
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<i>Above, Kaneda faces down the light of the sun. Below Kaneda enters the light of Akira to help Tetsuo.</i></div>
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In <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akira_%28film%29">Akira</a>, the two friends Kaneda and Tetsuo become anarchy realised as they tear up Neo Tokyo. The Colonel is the force of conservatism, desperately trying to protect the city and its people using all his military power. The Doctor, the scientist, is portrayed as a short sighted fool possessing neither power. What succeeds in stopping Tetsuo in the end is not Kaneda (anarchy) or the Colonel (conservatism) but the three espers; Takashi, Kiyoko and Masaru. Again, they are symbolic of the convergence of anarchy and conservatism; they are childlike in stature and voice, but elder in appearance and power and knowledge. They stay with the Colonel in safety, but Takashi is escaped by radicals and comes into contact with the bike gang early on. This dualism gives them the power to summon Akira, to stop Tetsuo.</div>
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Finally we may return to the Iliad. To desire the possession of what one does not have is anarchic, to hold what one has is conservative. Achilles is the fusion of these elements and this alloyed psyche is his real strength; the conflicting needs to be immortal and yet to be famed gives him a life-force beyond all others. Hector is representative of all Trojans, excepting Paris; conservative, and thus his and his city's fate are writ. His father though also conservative, enboldened by Hermes, he, like Boyle's characters or Ootomo's <i>Steamboy</i>, crosses the line into anarchy and does the unthinkable in order to regain the body of his son.</div>
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I believe that this simple message, that united anarchy and conservatism are stronger than either force alone, is a pervasive and universal theme of all art. What I find incredible is that firstly, this was the central theme of the very first written art in the history of civilisation and has persisted 1000 years later with the Iliad and 3000 years later with cinema, and secondly that this message is not taught more explicitly.</div>
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It is clearly manifest in history, in contemporary politics and economics, but it is rarely identified. Yes, the likes of Nietzsche or Freud or Campbell have elicited the basic need for a Hermes like figure to traverse the boundaries of the mind/soul/society/whatever to bring external knowledge to the group and so strengthen it, but nowhere have I seen this insisted upon with such clarity and strength of vision than in Homer, Boyle and Ootomo (and Michael Mann with whose works I've been having a protracted love affair). Thus, we can answer that riddle from the start, how come this was the theme for the very first art of our cultural history. At heart, the difference between these artists and the aforementioned academics is one of <b>Action</b>: They are artists of the world, and for men in the world. Unlike the academics of towers on rare heights or scientists gazing at <a href="http://www.theonion.com/video/worlds-youngest-person-born,27514/">glowing rectangles</a>, these are men that have themselves been actors in the world, and have transferred that experience to art for others to learn. </div>
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Is from the soundtrack for the animation Akira, and is composed and performed by a Japanese music "collective" called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geinoh_Yamashirogumi">Geinoh Yamashirogumi</a>. Every track is remarkable, but this one in particular has an artistic beauty tied to the movie. Sections of melody decay into chaos, only to be restored by the Buddhist-style chanting, the primal rhythm of a male chorus. But are they human? No. Each instrument and vocalisation becomes an animistic cry from nature. The deep percussion at the start, the female chorus crying out Tetsuo's name, the priests forcing order, the cacophony of the city in the xylophones, the chorus returning with a lullaby for Akira and Tetsuo - this is the city of Neo Tokyo reacting to and trying to influence the events of the movie. It screams in pain, rejoices in life and pleads with empathy. I cannot <i>listen</i> to music anymore unless there is a story, either intrinsic to the piece or provided by mine own interpretation, to accompany.</div>
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I just watched the C4 program, "<i>Japan's Tsunami - Caught on Camera</i>", and it was well worth taking a ganders. Most of the footage has been shown on TV or the internet before, but the interviews with the camera-peoples were very illuminating, mostly for the largely normal and predictable reactions they all exhibited (except for the totally chilled out guy who said, "Well, what could I do? I just climbed the tree.").<br />
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Ten months on and, well at least here in Shizuoka, you'd be hard pressed to find any evidence in daily life that Japan had suffered it's worst natural disaster since the Great Kanto earthquake crushed and burned over 300,000. An order of magnitude smaller in the blood cost, about 30,000 people were crushed and drowned. Trivial! If I reach into the collective psyche of the culture I now live in, this catastrophe, the instant death of 0.02% of the population, has really registered as nothing more than an event of the year. A "happening", as the Japanese say in borrowed English, that is quite disagreeable yet nevertheless seems right at home amongst the milieu of bad news that permeates the twilight of fear-driven Western capitalism.<br />
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"<i>The contrast between publicity's interpretation of the world and the world's actual condition is a very stark one, and this sometimes becomes evident in the colour magazines which deal with news stories. Overleaf is the contents page of such a magazine.</i>"<br />
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The following page shows in the top half refugees from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1971_Bangladesh_atrocities">atrocities in Bangladesh</a> in 1971, the bottom this ad for badedas bath products...<br />
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"<i>Publicity is essentially eventless. It extends just as far as nothing else is happening. For publicity all real events are exceptional and happen only to strangers.</i>"<br />
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I witnessed no stronger proof of Berger's argument than what happened to publicity in Japan after March 11th. The commercials on TV just stopped. For weeks. Only one company, one suspects at the behest of the government or TV stations since nobody wants consumers remembering a time when there were no ads, continued to "advertise" on TV. But these were thirty second, "We can do it, Japan!" "commercials" for a company which nobody has a clue what they actually do. They only had three or four commercials in their portfolio, and indeed viewers got so irritated by seeing the same commercials, often back to back, day in day out, the company even made some more.<br />
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Berger's assault on Capitalism from this point is merciless...<br />
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"<i>Publicity exerts an enormous influence and is a political phenomenon of great importance. But its offer is as narrow as its references are wide. It recognizes nothing except the power to acquire.</i>"<br />
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"<i>Publicity turns consumption into a substitute for democracy. The choice of what one eats (or wears or drives) takes the place of significant political choice. Publicity helps to mask and compensate for all that is undemocratic within society.</i>"<br />
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"<i>Capitalism survives by forcing the majority, whom it exploits, to define their own interests as narrowly as possible. This was once achieved by extensive deprivation. Today in the developed countries it is being achieved by imposing a false standard of what and what is not desirable.</i>"<br />
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He is perfectly correct. TV stations just cut everything for round the clock news commentary for several days, since no existing program could cope with the reality presented by the disaster. The silence of Japanese culture spoke more about itself in that week than it has ever done in its loud, crass, rock-bottom-denominator days before or since.<br />
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Irrespective of what Japan was before, which from my point of view had some very artistically productive and socially vibrant decades within living memory, it is now a consumer-culture <i>par excellence</i>. Rather like a perverse Orwellian perpetual war culture, Japan is now in a state of goading its citizens to spend more, forget about reality more, worry about China more in a desperate bid to stave off the long defeat. The long defeat into what? Into a marginally poorer and more anarchic state than the situation they had the good fortune to be handed to them by America and protected-market policies after the Second World War. This wholly reasonable reaction to an economic decline would not be so bad if they didn't have to drag the culture down with it, by employing every artistic mouthpiece for hire to bray the monotonous call-to-arms (to support Japanese industry) before the impending Ragnarok.<br />
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I think my body is slightly purer for having got that out.<br />
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If you buy into Japanese culture, it isn't nearly so bad looking from the inside. I enjoy some programs on TV, and go to J-Pop concerts and readily engorge my share of complementary tripe as happily as Ralph. Not two weeks ago we partook of an Arashi concert in Nagoya, had excellent seats in the central arena section, and I boast to my students that I got a wave from Ninomiya.<br />
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Man, it was awesome. I should add that even the lamentation of death is something that is
beginning to irk me; currently I am fascinated by
pre-industrial/pre-modern fatalism, so even if Japan had commemorated those taken by Poseidon with sufficient European melancholy and pomp, I should have had something to complain about. Not to mention that today I found myself (kind of) defending the SOPA bill and political lobbying in a forum discussion with some stridently uneducated gamers, it's probably best that I suffer my chronic dualism in silence. ..........Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-61800879505688722282011-11-05T06:28:00.000-07:002011-11-05T06:28:39.168-07:00Clash of Games<i></i><br />
<i>"Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is out at hazard."</i><br />
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<i>The judge</i></div>
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The latest idea to catch my mind is a proposition I'd like to make - all emotion stems from playing games.<br />
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The above quote from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blood-Meridian-Evening-Redness-West/dp/0330510940/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1320499427&sr=8-1"><i>Blood Meridian</i></a> concerns the philosophy of Judge Holden who himself is a hermetic representation of Satan or War, in which he speaks, so he later claims, for the benefit of the kid, to educate him in part on the purpose of life and also in the nature of war. A while after, he admonishes the kid for not playing the game (which was to scalp as many native Americans as possible for money)...<br />
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<i>"You alone were mutinous. You alone reserved in your soul some corner of clemency for the heathen."</i><br />
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<i>The judge</i></div>
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Recently, over the past few months, a thing that has become an irritation for me has been the practices of the video game publishing company, EA. Having bought out one of my favourite developers they then trashed my two favourite intellectual properties, turning them into populist, dumbed-down-for-kids crap. I query myself, and try to ask, why is it that this angers me so?<br />
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As the judge is angry and disappointed with the kid, so too I am angry with EA because, from my perspective, they are not playing the game: I buy games I like, a portion of that money goes back to the developers who profit and go on to make more and better games. But, in appropriating Bioware's franchises as they did to attack opposition IPs and appeal to the kiddy market, EA broke the rules of the game I was playing. When the kid broke the rules, the judge tried to kill him. For me, well, I'm not a war god so I just get pissed off and rant wildly and vow to never again buy a game from EA.<br />
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Of course, each plays his own game, and EA and the kid see things differently...<br />
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<i>"It was you, whispered the kid. You were the one."</i><br />
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EA are playing a different game; the game of finance in a popular culture market. Like the music, movie and, to a lesser extent, book industries of yore, they are currently riding a wave of success in an undereducated market that will buy their mass-appeal drivel for a little while yet. EA, and other big publishers, have been breaking the game contract with old customers for years, hoping, like the judge, to educate the youth into a new game with new rules.<br />
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They can get away with breaking the rules of my game because my rules are not binding, are unenforceable. In <i>The Merchant of Venice</i>, Shylock and Antonio have a natural and passionate enmity stemming from the different business games that each plays. Yet in the loan contract they agree upon they willingly treat with each other according to rules they both accept.<br />
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PORTIA<br /><i>You, merchant, have you any thing to say?</i><br /><br />ANTONIO<br /><i>But little: I am arm'd and well prepared.-<br />Give me your hand, Bassanio: fare you well!<br />Grieve not that I am fall'n to this for you;<br />For herein Fortune shows herself more kind<br />Than is her custom</i></div>
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But the sickeningly happy lovers (and audience, one presumes) cannot accept this <a href="http://youtu.be/-cUnXWNO17s">game of blood</a> the businessmen are playing, and make a mockery of the court and common sense to rescue melancholic Antonio and punish Shylock - both of whom could not be any more ambivalent.<br />
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PORTIA</div>
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<i>Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say?</i></div>
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SHYLOCK<br /><i>I am content.</i></div>
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PORTIA</div>
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<i>Clerk, draw a deed of gift.</i></div>
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SHYLOCK</div>
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<i>I pray you, give me leave to go from hence;</i></div>
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<i>I am not well: send the deed after me,</i></div>
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<i>And I will sign it.</i></div>
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All their venom is nowhere to be found; the game they were playing has been destroyed and with it the context for their emotion. All that is left is the judgement of the staged court, which has vapourised their contract and ridicules the passion with which they had entered upon it.<br />
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Simple, generic Game properties... <br />
<ol>
<li>A Game consists of Rules and Goals</li>
<li>For a Game to Work, all participants must nominally play according to the Rules</li>
<li>A cheater is a participant who breaks the Rules</li>
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And as this generalised game pertains to emotions...<br />
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<li>Participating in a Working Game is <b>enjoyable</b></li>
<li>A participant who achieves a Goal experiences <b>delight</b></li>
<li>A cheater will inspire <b>hatred</b> in others</li>
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And I could define others with greater or fewer caveats, e.g. <b>honour</b> as defence of the Working Game, <b>spite/malice</b> as attack of the working game, etc.<br />
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I believe I can trace and explain all emotion from this. From the kinders I teach who experience joy with the die, or those who have not been taught how to play by their parents exhibiting confusion and anger when they don't win, to old ladies on trains who raise my hackles by asking personal questions without first introducing themselves - all can be systematically defined as individuals playing working, broken and different games as each perceives it for himself, and as I perceive them.<br />
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There is a great deal more that can be harvested from this seed, in business, politics, anthropology, art and so on, but I shall save the details for programming. What do you think?<br />
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Returning to the publisher-that-shall-not-be-mentioned, I realise according to this system that I am angry because they broke the rules of the game I was playing and, if a corporation can be angry, they/it must be angry that people like me do not play their game. Rather than become bitter like the moody merchant, I can't go far wrong finding other developers and other publishers to play with who want to play the same game.... <br />
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But herein lies the melancholia of Antonio. He is a merchant of Venice, not Rome or Constantinople. He must go down to the rialto to do business, and must come into contact, however indirectly, in work or at play, with the Jewish usurer he despises so much. He would do himself and his brother Shylock a massive favour if he just ditched the anti-semitism and accepted the economic structures of Venice for what they are.<br />
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<b>ooOoo</b></div>
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What distinguishes a game-game from the games we play as part of life are the boundaries, temporal and physical, that surround and dissociate games of entertainment from all else. The hallmark of games played out in reality is that they have no clear demarcations and, to greater or lesser extents, they shall affect us. Provided we buy into the games provided by our society, the culture of that society is itself a buffer that protects us from foreign games that work on different rules. People playing different games, like the big game publishers that haunt my life, irritate the hell out of us because they don't play by our rules, thus they are cheating. We could try to call them out, but they might stick us like Doc Holliday...<br />
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(I have been working on an interpretation of Blood Meridian, which includes amongst other concepts this interpretation of Games. The book is easily one of the best books I have read - you should read it!)Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-69778786865278060732011-06-23T05:02:00.000-07:002011-06-23T02:51:38.918-07:00Kidney Stone & Mishima's WillThat's right, I have now officially passed into the era of old age, hereafter doomed to patching up my body as it slowly... well a bit dramatic, but that's how I felt. That's the first part of this post. The second is the means to escape old age.<br /><br />Continuing what I did before, here is some topical background music to accompany this post...<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GVAUnKK1DdQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Woke up and walked to work as normal, except I had a nasty pain in my right groin, not dissimilar to a twisted testicle. It got steadily worse on the way to work, and by the time I had arrived, not thirty minutes later, I was feeling most uncomfortable and quite nauseous. A teacher kindly proffered a chair to recouperate on, but there was no recouperating to be had. After perhaps, 45 seconds on the chair, the pain got much worse, and I decided quickly I wanted to go to hospital. Retelling this to my students later, those who know me well were quite surprised because I always bemoan doctors and hospital and medicine (that's to come, mind you), but there comes a point with pain when even principles must be abandoned.<br /><br />I was hastily ushered into a taxi cab across the street, and I gasped a request to take me to the nearest hospital. Having resigned myself over to the conveyance of the taxi and the inevitable medical care of Shizuoka's finest doctors, I relaxed all inhibitions I had been placing on myself and let the pain take over.<br /><br />At university I attended a couple of lectures on "pain", and simply from an academic point of view, the topic is really quite interesting. Kind of like left and right, or a three-body physics problem, pain is something relative that is impossible to define in isolation or measure quantitatively. At first, the pain was intense in my groin and lower abdomen, much like the report of a terrible stomach ache or malicious kick to the testicles. But as the intensity increased, it seemed to be carried up to my brain, and from there force itself upon every part of my body in waves of paralysis and rigidity that were at once both painful and beyond pain so as to be not painful but simply distressing. My consciousness seemed to recalibrate what pain actually meant, but not by turning it off, because it couldn't, but by dissolving it in a mental spasm, overwhelming the sensation of pain with nonsense that induced a semi-paralysis. Instead of <span style="font-style:italic;">suffering</span> pain, I was <span style="font-style:italic;">aware</span> of suffering pain.<br /><br />Symptomatically, this manifest as rigor, an inability to move or coordinate movements or to speak, and mild hyperventilation.<br /><br />It was the most intense pain I have ever felt and, unless I do retain youthful world angst and go <a href="http://youtu.be/EZ93q3VockY">the way of Mishima</a>, likely the worst pain I shall ever experience. Even if I should happen across some other illness or injury of comparative nociceptive activity, at least I know my brain has some kind of automatic pain-shutdown that comes into effect. Which is certainly of some comfort.<br /><br />Anyway, back to the back seat of the taxi, I'm writhing and panting like I'm going to die at any moment, and the poor taxi driver is hoping he won't have a dead foreigner to explain to the police. We get to the hospital and I awkwardly throw my wallet at the driver, not caring whether he takes all my cash and my credit cards. He helps me into reception.<br /><br />Reception lady in the emergency entrance asks, <span style="font-style:italic;">"Do you have insurance?"</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">".... yes.... but..."</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Do you have an insurance card?"</span><br />[whole body shaking, barely standing, hyperventilating]<span style="font-style:italic;"> ".... check.... my... wallet..."</span><br />[she checks it, but it isn't in there] <span style="font-style:italic;">"You don't have a card, please fill out this form..."</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"I've got the fucking money just treat me you lunatic!"</span><br /><br />No, I didn't say that. Nurses came and plonked me into a chair and wheeled me away from the [charming] lady, got me on a bed and from then on it was like ER. Doctor, young man, asks me some questions and as I reply in Japanese I am aware of being pleased with myself for maintaining some mental decorum whilst under such pain; the other time I saw a man moaning on a hospital bed like this he was dying from an abdominal aortic aneurysm and he was incoherent. The doctor quite quickly suspects a kidney stone, confirms enlarged right kidney with ultrasound (I don't think he could see the stone with that), they give me a suppository for the pain and soon I am quite mellow, lying in my own bay, thinking what an exciting experience this has all been.<br /><br />They give me two abdominal x-rays and an x-ray CAT scan to confirm the diagnosis. Older doctor shows me the stone on the CAT scan. He tells me it will hurt again when it comes out. I want to ask him some questions. What kind of stone is it? He says of course it is a calcium stone (I think he is bullshitting, it probably was, but even the next doctor I go to wants to test the stone to check). What caused the stone? He has no idea. What can I do? Nothing, just wait. Nice work doc.<br /><br />I got some more morphine suppositories, and then go to work. Not being happy with this hospital, I got to another for follow up. Next one is much better, but they couldn't keep to the damn schedule and I have work to go to, so I don't bother going back there either. (Seriously, don't get me started on doctors, I've heard dozens of stories from students on doctors, to add to my own, who make mistakes, once fatally, over prescribe medicine, and are even drunk on duty). At no point did any healthcare professional (cough) give me any advice other than what was written on a leaflet (drink lots of water). Total bill for symptomatic treatment (which is all doctors can do 90% of the time): $400<br /><br />The internet was, fortunately, much better. Twenty seconds of google-fu and 1 yen of internet and electricity costs turns up <a href="http://www.earthclinic.com/CURES/kidney_stones.html">the advice</a> that 60oz of olive oil mixed with 60oz of lemon juice melts the blighted stone like tofu cooked with radiation; I made and drank the disgusting concoction (the lemon juice is what makes it unpalatable) three or four times. I know not whether this actually cured me, but I never passed a stone to my knowledge and only suffered mild renal colic once more.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Runaway Horses</span><br /><br />The music is by Philip Glass, and is part of the soundtrack to the movie Mishima, written and directed by the Schrader brothers. You can watch the whole thing on Youtube, and you should do [edit - now you cannot thanks to copyright on a movie that doesn't even seem to be in publication any more, try a rental shop]. The second book in Mishima's tetralogy is called <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Runaway-Horses-Fertility-Yukio-Mishima/dp/0099282895/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1308819450&sr=8-2">Runaway Horses</a>, and it is the finest novel concerning the youth of man ever. It is slow and considered like the middle aged lawyer, Honda, who seeks a connection to his youth, punctured by sections of extreme beauty and purity of idealism. The end of the novel also gives the finest line of prose ever written, which was also used as the final line for the movie.<br /><br />Isao and his creator Mishima likewise, suffered from a peculiar form of psychache whereby they give a shit about what they themselves think and they ACT on their beliefs. As a form of mental pain, their psychache, the kind that drives action, was of a quality and intensity analogous to the small lump of ill-formed calcium tearing up my ureter. It spurred me onto quick action out of fear and panic, an action that is always in danger of being yielded and diluted to the pressure of daily conformity and numb peace, unless it has an unstoppable progenitor.<br /><br />The genius of all art lies in self awareness, and Mishima so consistently undermined his own beliefs and those of his characters that he draws point to self awareness in the comedy of taking one's beliefs too seriously, and yet, in spite of that,<span style="font-style:italic;"> believes and acts on them anyway</span>. His art was only crystallized, proven by experiment, when he killed himself. <a href="http://youtu.be/Uk280jVuH1w">The Will to Act</a>.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c8FH5VXtMAs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />The self immolation of the rabbit at the beginning of <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-1-Kapilavastu-Osamu-Tezuka/dp/0007224516/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308819487&sr=1-6">Tezuka Osamu's Buddha</a> sums this up well. The impetus to act, the stone in one's mind causing pain, can manifest a desire to do good, to create or to help, but only in real world manifestation can this impetus be transformed into something worldly, and thus historical, and thus timeless. In this perverse way of viewing action, the fantasy of the mind is in fact a concrete reality from which the certitudes of one's world are born and maintained; when these are acted upon they become something surreal, seeds of a kaleidoscope, born into a physical world where their repercussions are, unnaturally, refracted and distorted eternally in the interpretations of other minds.<br /><br />I am constantly amazed at how institution and power structures, and the individuals who work for them, act without moral compunction, and without reproach, often killing thousands through such tools like "policy" and "economic theory", yet are unknown, unpunished, and undiagnosed as sociopaths and not sectioned. Yet, someone who believes in something beyond themselves, someone without ego, with morality who acts in their own name and is willing to be punished under that name, someone who dares take up the sword against an individual of an institution, is labelled a terrorist, has human rights stripped from them, and is punished as the worst kind of criminal. The powers that be in modern society are trying to erase the Will to Act, and the impotence of protest and the youth of modern developed society is sickening proof of their success. This is why we find escapism in the tales of those who do act; Mishima, Batman, Mohammed or Buddha. What we should learn is not how to escape, but how to transform thought into action.<br /><br />Mishima began his regimen of physical and mental perfection when he was 30, which he did not stop until his death 15 years later; I like to think that it took him this long to form a stone in his belly strong enough to found his beliefs on, and jagged enough to drive him towards action. I have a stone, but it is not yet strong enough to stand up to reason; before I act on it I must accept the comedy and pain of belief in order to calcify the stone, lest it dissolves without a trace.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-21102961589155767222011-05-29T05:08:00.001-07:002011-05-29T05:15:01.415-07:00Picture, Zoom, Face...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1kCTIYeOEfS11nEBi11-uVxGBFDvN7JZ8uLLJhMJUPHCzSzcFQ294Qrg7eg-us6jnz0-EvTmpR-d2Udc65lrBwW2PT1APbk_67coC-aCBwSYReAD72b3nI7lah7wcdctqOfqlkeZ-jA/s1600/PictureZoomFace.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1kCTIYeOEfS11nEBi11-uVxGBFDvN7JZ8uLLJhMJUPHCzSzcFQ294Qrg7eg-us6jnz0-EvTmpR-d2Udc65lrBwW2PT1APbk_67coC-aCBwSYReAD72b3nI7lah7wcdctqOfqlkeZ-jA/s400/PictureZoomFace.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612109034130373170" /></a><br /><br /><br />There is a collection of this rather minor but hilarious internet meme <a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/81000415/">here</a>.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-63581501864761030522011-03-18T00:55:00.000-07:002011-06-25T07:22:31.983-07:00Earthquake DayOne week ago I was in Tokyo to watch a University Ice Skating competition. This is Fuku-chan. He was skating to Beethoven Symphony #7 IIRC...<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_4RGJquIGXoXLxLN_5sxPhE1ROMrlfP6fhnZ1adif66wbse1RAzo_ZFYd8b3hnQbu11dXQBvWmB-ReWkJHD1CCspnBA51J1BTEqOep30XxTr0-ryYxwUB3G9p4enMA7QZAfN7CrrLbA/s1600/IMG_1745.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_4RGJquIGXoXLxLN_5sxPhE1ROMrlfP6fhnZ1adif66wbse1RAzo_ZFYd8b3hnQbu11dXQBvWmB-ReWkJHD1CCspnBA51J1BTEqOep30XxTr0-ryYxwUB3G9p4enMA7QZAfN7CrrLbA/s400/IMG_1745.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />The <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uOxOgm5jQ4">second movement</a> would have been perhaps a good soundtrack for the drama to come. After he finished, the ladies warm-up began. About five minutes into that, I noticed the bench I was sitting on, with Kiyo and Mariko, swaying side to side. Being particularly sensitive to these things, since I am mortally afraid of all earthquakes, I looked around to see the reactions of others. Everyone was watching the skating.<br /><br />I stood up and said to myself, "Isn't this an earthquake?" About five seconds later, felt like a long time when panicking, others said, "earthquake! Please get off the ice! Earthquake!" And the skaters listlessly swayed off the ice.<br /><br />In retrospect, it is rather strange, but everyone just stayed where they were. We didn't try to rush out, but stayed exactly where we were and waited. Every time I've been in an earthquake, from slight to fairly large, the same feeling goes through your mind - is it going to get worse or better? And you wait, and wait, for the answer to that question. It's an idiotic response, but that's what I'm thinking about.<br /><br />In a stroke of minor-divine-luck, Mariko <span style="font-style:italic;">did </span>move, from the bench to the wall a couple of meters behind us. About ten seconds later a stream of water, from some cooling system I presumed, fell from the ceiling several metres overhead right onto the bench where she had been, creating a nice puddle.<br /><br />When the shaking stopped, everyone left the building.<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk9nY9g-mJxNsVscaoj16yRwUCgDdS4qemTlrfTIqjK_HnJy3FNcXBlYEt3qN3TpMK_eLkqOvLFLvxAYnWgcLJqZfLDO2HUMHrbnmkizq2z7RXxfuHTCv0KxVQq32AnnXBepxTxw4j5E/s1600/IMG_1750.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk9nY9g-mJxNsVscaoj16yRwUCgDdS4qemTlrfTIqjK_HnJy3FNcXBlYEt3qN3TpMK_eLkqOvLFLvxAYnWgcLJqZfLDO2HUMHrbnmkizq2z7RXxfuHTCv0KxVQq32AnnXBepxTxw4j5E/s400/IMG_1750.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />On my phone, I quickly found out the rough location and the magnitude of the quake, but we knew nothing of the seriousness. After twenty minutes or so of checking the building, everyone re-entered the rink, and the skating resumed, only for us to evacuate again once an aftershock hit.<br /><br />Our troubles were nothing compared to those directly affected, but it was trying in its own way. All trains in Tokyo stopped. We had travelled about 40 minutes out from central Tokyo to get to the skate rink, and had to get to the other side of Tokyo to our luxury hotel.<br /><br />We didn't stand a chance. Waiting and taking buses took us barely five miles in one hour. At Tachikawa station we got a first glimpse of the chaos that had begun...<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKozZ_1_9F4KFhdhukigkw-xSnsa9LpUNYY_be7ENpShxvvLWpOJ5oc0VhCVfoUY3cYMdG_rYGH0zezEb8Mxl9hiCTZzLns37Js4tfSmF3pkWWsdJ9mb2F276zYb23OHor99Y4D0_c6c/s1600/IMG_1754.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKozZ_1_9F4KFhdhukigkw-xSnsa9LpUNYY_be7ENpShxvvLWpOJ5oc0VhCVfoUY3cYMdG_rYGH0zezEb8Mxl9hiCTZzLns37Js4tfSmF3pkWWsdJ9mb2F276zYb23OHor99Y4D0_c6c/s400/IMG_1754.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />Outside the station a crowd of people unable to get home had built up, long, long lines for jam packed buses. On a big screen TV people looked up to scenes of burning refineries and tsunami damage. It felt like a movie scene, so surreal was the sense that something utterly terrible had occurred. Still trying to get to our luxury hotel, we boarded a bus that took about an hour to take us just one station down the train line; Kunitatchi.<br /><br />Here we found out that the hotel had actually closed, and they had been trying to call Mariko on her home number. At Kunitatchi we ate at a Hokkaido food restaurant, and were then forced to try to get back to Tatchikawa since there were no hotels in Kunitatchi. Since it was relatively close, I wanted to walk, but the ladies weren't so keen and wanted to take a bus, no problem I thought. We joined a long line in the cold, and I was quite glad that in a stroke of luck I had bought my down jacket that day. Eskimo hood up, I was quite content to wait.<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nEHStJ6OR8yieJVyyRxfb-qqYKzN74B_OcYmE07I-Ao9cYThQjhXI8AiNDtQEDnRC0kbJcPqNkIAzApinclk531OuS2uqG010imp6C2Oq9pTTMXla3bZJDTSAgFoNDRTmiKUrLbYZus/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nEHStJ6OR8yieJVyyRxfb-qqYKzN74B_OcYmE07I-Ao9cYThQjhXI8AiNDtQEDnRC0kbJcPqNkIAzApinclk531OuS2uqG010imp6C2Oq9pTTMXla3bZJDTSAgFoNDRTmiKUrLbYZus/s400/IMG_1759.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />The line moved quickly as two buses came and went, we were sure to get on the next one. So we waited. And waited. And waited for an hour. Then people started to call the bus company, and gradually we realised that the last bus had left without telling anyone that no more were coming. Kiyo and Mami did a good job of running around, telephoning and gathering information, and got us on another bus, after another half hour, going to Tatchikawa.<br /><br />My mood was, as you might expect, boarding on irritated, but we had arrived in Tatchikawa now and the girls had managed to book a hotel, the Camel Inn, which we were thankful for since most places were fully booked. I was looking forward to getting to sleep.<br /><br />However, this strange day was about to get a bit stranger. Some guy we had met at the bus stop was waiting for us when we got off the bus. He wanted to take us to our hotel. The ladies were in charge, and seemed grateful for his help, so said OK.<br /><br />At this point, I should explain that there is a certain type of Japanese person that go beyond friendly and congenial with foreigners, to the point of being leech like and socially awkward. Right away, I detected this kind of inappropriacy with our new guide. He started talking to me in English, saying how he used to live in the US, how he liked F1 and rock music, yada, yada.<br /><br />But more than this,<span style="font-style:italic;"> he didn't fucking know where he was going</span>. He did not live in Tatchikawa, did not know the hotel, nor directions to the hotel. He had asked what "town" the hotel was in, and decided to take us based on this scrap of information. Needless to say he couldn't find it.<br /><br />At this point, wandering around strange streets at midnight, in my suit, pulling a suitcase, I was seething, and when I get really pissed I don't care if people know. I asked Kiyo if she had been given directions by the hotel - she had. So I walked off and left them with this crazy guy. Kiyo followed me, then the others did, and we found the place in two minutes.<br /><br />As if this wasn't bad enough, the ladies had - in a display of generosity and reciprocity not within my power to comprehend - offered this guy to share my room for the night. Frankly, the prospect of spending a night with a stranger with serious boundary respect issues was freaking me out. I wish I had a picture of my face then, because you probably couldn't have found a more murderous look on anyone in Tokyo that night.<br /><br />Thankfully, he saved himself a certain night on the floor and declined the invitation with his happy-go-lucky cheerfulness that had grated me so.<br /><br />Obviously a part of me is being a real bastard, he seemed to be genuinely trying to help and be friendly. But the equivalent would be me picking up a Japanese family at Victoria station and saying, "hey! The London Grand hotel? Don't know it, but follow me, guvner!" Nice guy, but clearly an idiot.<br /><br />The hotel was in fact a love hotel...<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiiJ7BkbMqetIgfu1_rCyAUI7ERjoM-naoJ0m6CAkNnFOCd41p6yNoKPQF0w8r813R0b4wMIMFtg8116eoYkI-WBlaA-BdbuASlZXr7infsQMXGUrcTNksGZoBMHkaJ0YloFokAYhq0s/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiiJ7BkbMqetIgfu1_rCyAUI7ERjoM-naoJ0m6CAkNnFOCd41p6yNoKPQF0w8r813R0b4wMIMFtg8116eoYkI-WBlaA-BdbuASlZXr7infsQMXGUrcTNksGZoBMHkaJ0YloFokAYhq0s/s400/IMG_1760.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7RWezIR6vggkliWiGBxgT6sSzkR16nLY1TfCpLB3ykOgS8c4XZULcxPcpP-CgV3aASOJa67A51nPr0AsIryso78rF_dqjBv_-_2QvHvCbZgAZrvO4qipKg3Z0NEoI87p0CNmNeBNanE/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7RWezIR6vggkliWiGBxgT6sSzkR16nLY1TfCpLB3ykOgS8c4XZULcxPcpP-CgV3aASOJa67A51nPr0AsIryso78rF_dqjBv_-_2QvHvCbZgAZrvO4qipKg3Z0NEoI87p0CNmNeBNanE/s400/IMG_1766.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />You have to read the TOWEL caption in a French accent.<br /><br />Dried, stale, smokey air, karaoke machine with two mics, full length mirror in the shower, boards covering the windows. A classy and comedic end to the day. I washed and prepared for the morning, planning to get up and try to get to work from 6 am. Ended up leaving at 7 am, waiting on a stationary train for over an hour and then giving up on getting home.<br /><br />We didn't get to see Mami's skating in the end, but she won!Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-28019866194410025872011-03-17T20:07:00.000-07:002011-03-17T20:14:17.604-07:00Time well spentAnd who said I play games too much? Eh?<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VTbYUd1jUc4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />A classic Onion episode that. Who'd have thought I get to use it as real life commentary?<br /><br />If the situation deteriorates and the word "melt.." shhh! gets used then I shall probably start to write about what's actually happening, but for the meantime I am assimilating, processing, and playing as much Fallout 3 as possible to get perspective on the impending nuclear apocalypse.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-71059501353498580392011-03-17T00:44:00.000-07:002011-03-17T02:12:09.795-07:00A walk in the parkWas going to write about Japanese nationalism, or economics, or philosophy of technology, or some such topical and utterly serious subject, but instead went for a walk with Nami's new camera (a Nikon D3100) and paid for entry to Sumpu park's gardens and historical display in the renovated gate-house (300 yen). Was a nice antidote to the incessant and yet uninformative news barrage I've been subjecting myself to this last week.<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rkXlXHDpfrcWBSXbcbqlKKCcJg3fNy9j1V05z_Zh1f4HNL9YOVcNsB2XH8pZVS-OoKdnVI8CPeP4nup33U8gOsKv7Buw9GCCXjhyphenhyphenU-C09IH0YurEA7YHOJvJLev5SA4MEKKDGG4PE8g/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rkXlXHDpfrcWBSXbcbqlKKCcJg3fNy9j1V05z_Zh1f4HNL9YOVcNsB2XH8pZVS-OoKdnVI8CPeP4nup33U8gOsKv7Buw9GCCXjhyphenhyphenU-C09IH0YurEA7YHOJvJLev5SA4MEKKDGG4PE8g/s400/DSC_0031.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMR-Ftxrs4_ekPlDy6GeQGPbff84TFhH2VH0HGHZSg9Ok3kb_-nA0PbQVKweBGL48RN2kn09LJNplvB0k7zPbO6S0DqUZ2EikENktYKSheipD2NXN29SLW49yNAa4_eJTg2o_TtW6TsO0/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMR-Ftxrs4_ekPlDy6GeQGPbff84TFhH2VH0HGHZSg9Ok3kb_-nA0PbQVKweBGL48RN2kn09LJNplvB0k7zPbO6S0DqUZ2EikENktYKSheipD2NXN29SLW49yNAa4_eJTg2o_TtW6TsO0/s400/DSC_0034.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxsdcheDzPekvMOTMcFXfxEpXqwM2My-lzu5FV7O8rO77wGk3vTmK8onjwQpDP5_jSagy8v25SSfxXHtdfk2rOLeooBuOROaf6t3yj0REjPw3TYkNiiyjSET8AamRikulDnAOlhvOTWk/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxsdcheDzPekvMOTMcFXfxEpXqwM2My-lzu5FV7O8rO77wGk3vTmK8onjwQpDP5_jSagy8v25SSfxXHtdfk2rOLeooBuOROaf6t3yj0REjPw3TYkNiiyjSET8AamRikulDnAOlhvOTWk/s400/DSC_0039.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXH_a8R4RSCtN-OBXPJdoNkwwSEkEsKcPNqy-QHmYXwWUKyHWgNSm06IzpEC5sFH1c-qLHIOEPiGrUT80mA_Mm0I7SKQlVglbrfY7lfKGjVJ_7qgY4f4KSh8VB4DI-hdPMbqiX_wF3QIs/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXH_a8R4RSCtN-OBXPJdoNkwwSEkEsKcPNqy-QHmYXwWUKyHWgNSm06IzpEC5sFH1c-qLHIOEPiGrUT80mA_Mm0I7SKQlVglbrfY7lfKGjVJ_7qgY4f4KSh8VB4DI-hdPMbqiX_wF3QIs/s400/DSC_0040.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQYVhyGlb56vk4pPQNBDTJOmZ4fTPXGEnk4Lm8RfqMjKPivGvymzsL5FWtJh78g2QI59UtnzV_WAwLt-jUjbHIvTtTPpG1jbTVmzDbbapPPLBWoTD0LrTE0_LJ1XoHzVHMkkYdyGdB3Q/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQYVhyGlb56vk4pPQNBDTJOmZ4fTPXGEnk4Lm8RfqMjKPivGvymzsL5FWtJh78g2QI59UtnzV_WAwLt-jUjbHIvTtTPpG1jbTVmzDbbapPPLBWoTD0LrTE0_LJ1XoHzVHMkkYdyGdB3Q/s400/DSC_0044.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3hFv0I0fKwgvFImjz3MktzBcA_p6vu2cDhUrkiTTKhYKuQ8Fd_LvDJ9H7wWVWivGN0RLTdqEu1bNUY0xXOLxzyMXX-gl_AaoSnfXwCW7-7R-ggkcy-3vP9ne3wm0ZiIS0IE3L4YJiu4/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3hFv0I0fKwgvFImjz3MktzBcA_p6vu2cDhUrkiTTKhYKuQ8Fd_LvDJ9H7wWVWivGN0RLTdqEu1bNUY0xXOLxzyMXX-gl_AaoSnfXwCW7-7R-ggkcy-3vP9ne3wm0ZiIS0IE3L4YJiu4/s400/DSC_0046.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXfROxApKfsPB2dD8FAD705-axk7c1Q-bulS4yOr3a4tXUHrm8g3nuCB3GQC-NuKTbgXktJPShfknJcfR3YPcOzFcip-guX6HGnnzoRY2Vt_p-8-LFL3kIlY8Yn1uJXfXVTMxCcpsa70/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXfROxApKfsPB2dD8FAD705-axk7c1Q-bulS4yOr3a4tXUHrm8g3nuCB3GQC-NuKTbgXktJPShfknJcfR3YPcOzFcip-guX6HGnnzoRY2Vt_p-8-LFL3kIlY8Yn1uJXfXVTMxCcpsa70/s400/DSC_0048.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />I frequently see cormorants in the moats of Sumpu park or nearby rivers, and they are now my favourite bird by far. They sit calm and lean on the surface of the water, then dive and swim like a mini, feathered plesiosaur, their necks protruding from their bulbous body, darting over the bottom scanning for small fish. Walking by I always watch for their return to the surface, not far from where they dove in. I don't ever recall seeing one eating, so they either swallow fish on capture or are rather beautiful yet inept huntsmen.<br /><br />I missed capturing a picture of this one drying his wings, think I spooked him by stopping behind him. He then took off in what has to have been, short of Icarus himself, the most inept display of flying I've ever seen. The bird flapped its spitfire-like wings so vertically I thought it was trying for a VTOL take-off. Having pushed off from the water with his feet half a dozen times he lumbered high into the air, only to be buffeted back towards me by an oncoming wind. He circled down to the left, flew overhead, and having built up some speed tried again to head into the wind. He made it away, veering to the right and over some trees. I suspect that once out of sight he gave up his pretence of flight and went with the wind to the next pool of water.<br /><br />I shall have to try to go and see cormorant fishing. Wonder if I could get a domesticated bird...Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-42887797595235314472010-12-15T17:47:00.000-08:002010-12-16T18:00:17.761-08:00Say hello to my little friendFor students of "power structures", the last few months have been quite interesting in Europe and the US as we have seen a number of tactics used by power structures, primarily governments, big corporations and the US (in this sense not a government but a hegemon), to maintain their power. I find these interesting, because the maintenance of power is rarely called out for what it is, and frequently reported in the garb with which the instigators clothe it. Here are my top three tactics (and I ignore economic ones because they are tied up with a US economic policy I'm still trying to get to grips with), and we'll start with the UK...<div><br /></div><div><b>1) Kettling Protesters in London: A tea of protest</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Seems to be the hot topic in British news at the moment; the police <a href="http://www.presstv.ir/detail/154840.html">detain large groups of people for many hours on the street</a>, <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newsvideo/8199704/Police-pull-student-protester-from-wheelchair.html">beat up disabled people</a> (and he makes good comments <a href="http://www.presstv.ir/detail/155494.html">here</a>), <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-11967098">break heads</a>, <a href="http://edition.presstv.ir/detail/154939.html">endorse balaclava'd hooligans</a> and <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/dec/10/schoolboy-quizzed-cameron-office-picket">threaten child protesters</a>; sounds like something from an anti-Nazi party propaganda film. The 'why' is obvious, and I'll use Bill the Butcher to explain my point...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aY2tbeP_K1M?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aY2tbeP_K1M?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>The Spectacle of Fearsome Acts. That's what preserves the order of things. Fear. So, the police, under orders from above create that fear, and the media oblige by spreading and disseminating that fear into the homes of the country; the aim is to discourage the casual protester, the citizen who disagrees with the government's policy but has no ballot box with which to record that dissatisfaction, from participating in the only other recourse they have - protest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and now, turns out their really clever use of the Spectacle of Fear isn't so clever after all and they might just go ahead and <a href="http://www.ekklesia.co.uk/node/13792">ban protest altogether</a>. Oh the poor elites! Godspeed in your fight against the mob!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>2) Divide and Rule: China must stand alone</b></div><div><br /></div><div>This one is closer to home in Japan and is a trend I've noticed after living here a few years; America does not want Japan and South Korea to be friendly with China. And for that matter, any other country that borders China. This is part of the Great Game to contain China/<a href="http://www.cfr.org/publication/10883/shanghai_cooperation_organization.html">SCO</a>. Of course, this runs counter to the very geography of the situation, since Japan and South Korea are natural, developed trading partners for a rising China right on the doorstep. America, as world hegemon, as the British Empire or any empire before it, employs divide and rule to maintain it's own influence/power over all parties.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the past year alone, there has been a serious public image deterioration in Japan towards China for no good reason at all. There have been many "incidents" (most likely orchestrated by the US) that have contributed towards this, and US influence in Japanese domestic politics is probably one of the most indirect, but I'll focus on just the biggest in the public's eyes. There have been repeated incidents involving military vessels at sea. A South Korean warship was <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10130909">allegedly sunk by a DPRK torpedo</a>. A chinese fishing trawler <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv031K_lV4I">collided</a> with a Japanese Coast Guard vessel, the captain was arrested and then <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-11403241">released</a>. And recently DPRK supposedly started a <a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english2010/world/2010-12/13/c_13646939.htm">pissing contest with artillery</a> just west of Seoul. Despite the significant amount of ambiguity surrounding all events, they were unambiguously reported ad infinitum on TV as evidence for the militaristic belligerence of China and DPRK.</div><div><br /></div><div>In a more rational reality, these events merely served to galvanize people for economic and military action. Some of the Japanese I talk to are routinely involved in trade with China, both in industry and tourism, but complain that the Chinese are too aggressive and behave badly, they'd much rather do business in Brazil or India. I don't believe this is true for a moment, Chinese people are just like any other peoples I've met, but this is the psychological perspective that results from incessant pro-US news reporting and high-seas machinations.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>3) Alternative media: Yet more corruption? Boring...</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Check out the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/">BBC news</a> homepage. Now check out <a href="http://www.presstv.ir">PressTV</a> or <a href="http://english.aljazeera.net">AlJazeera</a> or <a href="http://www.rt.com">RussiaToday</a> or the <a href="http://www.therealnews.com/t2/">Real News Network</a>. See the difference? Whilst the BBC reports on nonsensical "happy" stories, lists only one or two main happenings and dresses everything up with opinion, other stations do a far better job of reporting the current status of the world (minus Africa because no reporters want to go there apparently, except from AlJazeera). Are they unbiased? Of course not, and they still rely on sindicated [sic] news agencies and far too many British presenters for my liking (though there are so many of them I reason they can't all be from the British Council or GCHQ or whatever). The internet has been the birth of the global "alternative" point of view, but there is an insidious aspect to all this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Recently, Wikileaks has been in vogue, and we'll take this as our case study. I've been following Wikileaks for about a year now, and I think I can safely say that this will be one of the most interesting internet phenomena to discuss in the future. Let's assume, for the sake of argument, that Wikileaks is totally independent, the leaks are genuine and they have no agenda other than the dissemination of truth to destabilise anti-anarchic power structures. So this means we are assuming Wikileaks is utterly honest and benevolent in their own way. In the past 10-12 months or so they have released the Collateral Murder video, the Iraq and Afghan files and now the diplomatic cables. And a handful of other bits. Before that, there was a steady stream of rather interesting leaks, for example the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGshmyKhcX4">Trafigura incident</a>, or <a href="http://allafrica.com/stories/201012060050.html">censorship in Kenya</a> that had real-world impact. So, assuming they still receive leaks at the same rate from whistleblowers, and this is being conservative because you'd expect the rate to go up as their public awareness increases, they must be sitting on more and more leaks, which counter to the honest assumption we made, they are not releasing.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, why do they not release what they must be holding? Why are they releasing the diplomatic cables a handful at a time? The argument is they want to maximise the impact of each release to effect the greatest possible change. There are so many cables, so many leaks, if they released them all at once important injustices might be overlooked or be drowned out, or something. Now this is where I can link it back to the alternative media as a whole, and this is where the alternative media, by doing exactly what they <i>should</i> do, play into the hands of power structure maintenance: they make corruption tiresome. John Doe...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D30mjWsC8C4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D30mjWsC8C4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Wikileaks, if honest and independent as assumed, is defeating its stated purpose in the court of public opinion by trivialising war crimes and unjust diplomacy. Likewise, the alternative media provides a valuable tool in the information age... information is very difficult to suppress, so the worst of it should be released slowly and to a limited audience first, from whence it seeps into mainstream consciousness, but surrounded by so much else it loses moral context and the power to shock people into action.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now there are other effects that could still play out for "good", such as Assange's<a href="http://iq.org/conspiracies.pdf"> paper on conspiracy networks</a> (<b>very</b> interesting that) or real-world courts <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/oct/23/united-nations-call-obama-investigation-abuses-iraq">taking action on this information</a>, provided they aren't bought, but in general there is no doubt that the alternative media has become an important tool for power structures, as long as they don't <a href="http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/141183">step over the line</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >(I realize this line of reasoning is quite self-defeatist, and the root problem is probably the deliberate news glut manufactured by News Corp et al to create an information overload of essentially worthless information. Wikileaks in particular has, again assuming good, done a decent job of carving out a platform for more important news, <a href="http://www.neontommy.com/news/2010/12/assange-op-ed-wikileaks-champions-scientific-journalism">scientific journalism</a> as Assange calls it).</span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Conclusion</b></div><div><br /></div><div>So looking at all this, and countless other protests and injustices in the name of authority, most would reasonably side against the powers that be. But what irritates me about the activist movement is nobody ever stops to ask the question, "Why is the maintenance of power a bad thing?" it is always implicitly held that the truth is best. Japan has enjoyed peace and wealth at the cost of political integrity, but many people, including myself, enjoy the fruits of that. "It is warmer than you expect under the wing of a dragon". Conversely, there is an obvious danger that imperialists lose sight of the ends that they fight for and end up fighting on the wrong side. Padme...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkIA-FXeFL0?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkIA-FXeFL0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>All of the above techniques for the maintenance of power structures came to the fore, in the media, in the past year, and are largely as a result of US military and economic strategies that are seeking to guarantee US hegemony into the near future. The dollar as global trading currency is under threat, has been for some time, and it seems probable to me that the "sub-prime mortgage collapse" was engineered (and continues to be) to put the global economy on the back foot and prolong the lifespan of the dollar; divide and rule on a massive scale. The EU (except Iceland) backed this move by the US (even though it is, in a sense, the biggest credible threat to the US) and the people are protesting against this - not tuition fees or Berlusconi or Chinese fishing boats or the price of potatoes in Ireland - but the banking system that debts them into peonage from the moment they leave school. In the past, we accepted it because things were rosy, now the benefits are gone there is no motivation to take it lying down.</div><div><br /></div><div>That said, the ultimate issue is, as far as I can tell, not left vs. right, nor savers vs. speculators, but a uni-polar vs. bi-/multi- polar world. The world can either rally round the US and support their hegemon to impose global stability, or risk a bipolar world with possible arms race/cold war/nuclear war yada yada. Even if China is not a credible bipolar threat (ie. the US plays up China's potential to scare other nations into line - and this seems quite possible, China has many weaknesses, like the supply and price of oil), a multipolar world could divide into bi-/tri- polar factions with the same result. I like to imagine that this is the balance that top politicians are actually considering when they order the police to smack down more citizens.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Door</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I will finish with Kafka's parable <i>Before the Door</i>, here <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Before_the_Law">taken from Wikipedia</a>...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>A man from the country seeks the law and wishes to gain entry to the law through a doorway. The doorkeeper tells the man that he cannot go through at the present time. The man asks if he can ever go through, and the doorkeeper says that is possible. The man waits by the door for years, bribing the doorkeeper with everything he has. The doorkeeper accepts the bribes, but tells the man that he accepts them "so that you do not think you have failed to do anything." The man waits at the door until he is about to die. Right before his death, he asks the doorkeeper why even though everyone seeks the law, no one else has come in all the years. The doorkeeper answers "No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it."</i></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The door was made for the man, but <i>he chose to attempt admission</i>. It was his choice to go there, to sit there and to wait, not the door nor the gatekeeper nor anyone else forced him to remain. Further, since the door must have been built before he arrived, it could not have been made for him specifically, but once arrived it became <i>his</i> door, and no one else's. Lastly he questions not, "why have I not been let in?" but, "why did nobody else come here?" </div><div><br /></div><div>The failure of his endeavor matters not nearly so much as his incredulity that others did not join him. For those outside the structures of power, the law or government or financial groups, admittance to their reason can seem as guarded, futile and obtuse as Kafka's Man before the Door. And, of course, should he try to break down the door, the keeper should surely try to stop him. What the parable teaches us to do is to ask ourselves the same question that the man asks before we die. Each man's door is chosen and constructed for himself, <i>by himself</i>; i.e. it is a creation of his imagination. Some doors do indeed need to be broken down, but we must be long and careful in consideration when constructing and choosing the doors we wish to enter, and should not be surprised if the doorman happens to carry a big stick he is willing to use.</div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-82861857152206182172010-11-17T17:24:00.001-08:002010-11-17T17:27:38.064-08:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">From the <a href="http://www.pbfcomics.sciesnet.net/">Perry Bible Fellowship</a>...</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOW3Jqcv5ryzxu4J9-Dsjkn4w0C-p0A8wjp9TKehZPfu_x9Wcb03pTxyuOT12Qsw1CUfF00a23jY3yyNa07vLI2MkeY0x9pZ9TcY-RXmCxLW54PdVen42QMv7_7QTTDtY7IaFshFJStuc/s400/PBF032-Todays_My_Birthday.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540694954498829154" /></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-57927362957134653812010-10-21T10:06:00.000-07:002010-10-22T08:51:18.411-07:00Rove ridicules everyone for being dumber than him<div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.25078988913446665" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The aide said that guys like me were "in what we call the reality-based community," which he defined as people who "believe that solutions emerge from your judicious study of discernible reality." I nodded and murmured something about enlightenment principles and empiricism. He cut me off. "That's not the way the world really works anymore," he continued. </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 221); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >"We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality.</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > And while you're studying that reality—judiciously, as you will—we'll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out. We're history's actors…and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Written by Ron Suskind in the </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >New York Times</span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >, October 2004 (though I think the principle outlined </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >pre-dates</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > this significantly in its manifestation), quotes attributed, perhaps, to Karl Rove. This is termed the “Reality-based community”. I'm a big fan of Rove, and am intrigued by the notion he paints, and the problems that lie therein for the modern historian.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >a) Is this true?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I’ve been reading a bit of modern history in the middle east region recently, playing catch up on the past 40 years or so of political and military movement, the people and their motives and their actions. One trend that is apparent, dishearteningly, is the way information of events, then news, then analysis, then a delay, then interviews of the involved, then reassessment within a wider context finally results in a public picture that is probably as close to the actuality of the event as is possible to record, but with gaps. Put another way, contemporary news is highly inaccurate and the only rational remedy is patience, which even then doesn’t cure the darkness. This most clearly struck me in the book I’m reading at the moment, from where I originally found the Rove quote, </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Invisible History: Afghanistan’s Untold Story</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >; it takes 240 pages to reach 2001 (most of this from the 1960’s onwards, in exhaustive, proper noun and acronym detail) and just 90 to cover post 9/11. There is a marked decrease in the quality of the picture presented post 9/11; more unknowns and more speculation, I assume because those involved don’t have the distance to talk about it yet. The quote is true; an empirical-reality-based worldview is behind reality.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >b) Extended metaphor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I learnt many things from my Latin teacher, David Thompson, one of which is the extended metaphor. In the Aeneid, Turnus prowls around the Trojan camp like a wolf around a pen; but if you extend the metaphor (or, in this case, simile), the Trojans are sheep. Latin classes were full of useless information like this. I always believed that public school education consisted solely of this kind of teaching.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >If the American Empire is an actor, the world is the stage and we are the audience. So far so good. If the production is of a high quality, the audience must work hard to understand the play; the intricate speech, nuances of look and movement, patterns of ideas that run through lines, scenes and the play as a whole; likely it can only be fully grasped sometime after the performance ends. Still holds true.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >The actors do not break the fourth wall, even if they let us “in” through soliloquy, we are “in” on their terms and they are most certainly not “out”. The Empire feeds us with “news” like an honest confidant.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >But something we rarely ask of ourselves is; is the narrator/author reliable? Or, are we ourselves a good audience? Do we afford the appropriate levity and consideration to each scene? These are interesting questions in themselves, but, of course, they do not solve the problem presented of being, necessarily, behind the fact of the events of the play.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >How does the audience </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >see </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Iago for what he is from the moment he opens his mouth for the first time?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >How can the audience prevent Iago from creating his own reality and watching as the victims themselves act out his self-fulfilling-prophesy/dream?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I don’t quite, yet, believe the Empire to be equatable to Iago, and thus I do not see the need for it to be stopped for there is great potential to do great good through a one-power system (and perhaps an equal potential to do great harm, eh?). But for my intellectual curiosity, sparring with Karl Rove’s logic is a decent way to spend my time, and finding some way to understand the Empire now, and its future, even if through abstract metaphors, should be interesting.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Of course, in an obvious sense, it is not a difficult problem; one must predict the actor based on what he has done already, and within the wider context of the other characters and the situation of the play... but this is not so simple, and to go down this route requires hermeneutic (interpretation) theory and so on...)</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; white-space: normal; font-size: medium; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ponder on this, I will.</span></span></div></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-84551674462064595572010-09-26T05:32:00.000-07:002010-09-29T09:46:34.395-07:00Lawmaker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjy80IfdqGseau74ePfoj_bYKotaTtAAI58xKGzgi1xi7suDtJ30CPlMSyWyk1z7ATymjHE8m-_ilRFOaC32BB9Z2550fkVUGJdVLANPmBk35btpx4-AF_m79KWJHcrfszwpPq53FV8U/s1600/IMG_1055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjy80IfdqGseau74ePfoj_bYKotaTtAAI58xKGzgi1xi7suDtJ30CPlMSyWyk1z7ATymjHE8m-_ilRFOaC32BB9Z2550fkVUGJdVLANPmBk35btpx4-AF_m79KWJHcrfszwpPq53FV8U/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522372367019862786" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim69k4DxWa1qwZIL2bqUAoH3j35CwTMAB3n-OyMWzNsHlMC0myMNqPiSi4w-W6ywQcnDn-YMpqg_37Uuev1iAUJsKNajriSZFRvmwG1VwTC_Ii6uARYUJN6diy348wfUck1yf05oq9dNQ/s1600/lawmaker+trends.png"></a>This is Summer Chimp; he came back glazed! A rather handsome simian, to be sure.<div><br /></div><div>A rather irritating trend I've noticed in the media, both printed and online, is the tendency of late to call politicians "lawmakers". I think I'm laying most of the blame for this with the Associated Press, which supplies far too much news for it to be reliable, but the term does seem to have been adopted rather widely. Why do I say adopted?</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, for one, it calls attention to itself since I think, for many people, it is not an intuitive synonym for "politician". To be sure, they do propose and vote on laws (with a great deal of help in both regards from civil servants and lobbyists), but "making" seems too prescriptive, too dictatorial, for a system that has been extant for centuries and is largely modelled around basic human morality anyway. What new laws do they "make", exactly? More on this, but first some rather flimsy evidence...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim69k4DxWa1qwZIL2bqUAoH3j35CwTMAB3n-OyMWzNsHlMC0myMNqPiSi4w-W6ywQcnDn-YMpqg_37Uuev1iAUJsKNajriSZFRvmwG1VwTC_Ii6uARYUJN6diy348wfUck1yf05oq9dNQ/s320/lawmaker+trends.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521205957187926802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 143px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://trends.google.com/trends?q=lawmaker&ctab=0&geo=all&date=all&sort=0">http://trends.google.com/trends?q=lawmaker&ctab=0&geo=all&date=all&sort=0</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Google trends shows that prior to 2006 there are (by their records) almost no recorded searches of the term "lawmaker" and since that time the relative incidence of the word in "news" articles has roughly doubled. On the last point however, the incidence of "politician" has also increased in news articles over the same period. And, anecdotally, I have very little recollection of the word being used except of late.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://news.google.com/archivesearch?q=lawmaker&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&btnG=Search+Archives">http://news.google.com/archivesearch?q=lawmaker&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&btnG=Search+Archives</a></div><div><br /></div><div>This Google news archive search, however, indicates the phrase surged in popularity during the 1980's. Go figure!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, if there is something to this, I ask myself, why is this word chosen over the <a href="http://freethesaurus.net/s.php?q=politician">50+ synonyms available</a> or, indeed, "politician" itself? Why choose lawmaker when "political hack", "influence peddler" or "baby kisser" would be a far apter descriptions in the minds of most? I think the answer is bullshit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hehe. Actually there is a good argument here. Trust me! Marwan Bishara has an excellent blog and talk show on al Jazeera and in <a href="http://blogs.aljazeera.net/imperium/2010/07/08/peace-bullish-or-bullshit">this post</a> ("Peace bullish or "bullshit"?) he paraphrases this excellent definition of the word;</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 20px; line-height: 18px; "><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; ">In an attempt to define bullshit and theorise about its uses and meanings, Harry Frankfurt, the Princeton philosopher, has differentiated between bullshit and lies in his book <em><a href="http://press.princeton.edu/titles/7929.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(249, 163, 0); text-decoration: none; ">On Bullshit</a></em>, and concluded that bullshit can be more dangerous than lying.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; ">Bullshit is more than a word; it is a chronic widespread system of rhetoric and representation that mystifies the truth. It has increasingly become a way of communication not only in the private sphere but has become part and parcel of Western propaganda.</p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bingo! "Lawmaker" is a way of justifying the political power-structure in the face of increasing discontentment at mainstream politics not providing economic recovery nor moral example (even if both are, most likely, ultimately out of their control, subservient as they are to the tides of international trade and power, but they are leaders nonetheless and thus targets of citizen discontentment). Perhaps the word "politician" is simply, after centuries of wear and tear, suddenly not fit garb for the spokesmen of industry? Or, perhaps more sinisterly, there is meant to be a direct allusion to a stronger, more muscular and straight talking profession; the law enforcer. The twin hammers of the corporate elite; lawmaker and lawgiver. Hmm.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This, I find a little worrying because, even if it is subconscious and I am overly sensitive to weasel words, the more direct alignment of the politician and the political process with that of the legal one smacks of steps towards fascism. </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Recently I'm quite interested in the fate of nations where the checks on power-accretion are gradually eroded, Star Wars being the classic sci-fi example (and Lucas makes direct allusions to both Hitler's Germany and Nixon's USA). The problem is time; I have too many questions and not enough knowledge. Is it a one way street? Do nations always go bust, through revolution or war, or can they come back from the brink? Do they see-saw? Find an equilibrium and oscillate? One thing I think is for sure, with the steady emergence of China, Russia, Brazil, India and others, Western hegemony is in decline and this means increased competition, and competition means a threat to existing power structures of all forms, and...</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGBFasDG31I?fs=1&hl=en_US&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGBFasDG31I?fs=1&hl=en_US&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;">Suu Kyi said the same thing. Peas in a pod, her and Palpatine.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;">All this said, one must grudgingly accept that supporting such power structures is essential for participation in Great Game. As much as one might campaign for disengagement, there is no practical means to do so without either being strategically worthless (ie. dirt poor) or surrender sovereignty to live under a shield (the Japanese, yet who, thanks to this increase in competition, are being dragged into the Game of late - <a href="http://newleftreview.org/?page=article&view=2849">Obama vs Okinawa</a>).</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;">I read Tariq Ali's book on US policy in South America, primarily Venezuela, and saw this great lecture on Youtube. He doesn't really point a way forward, but if only for his excellent knowledge and "more rounded wit" I find comfort in knowing there are people like him around. Knowledge and acceptance seem to be about the only ways to get to grips with this.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"><iframe class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="500" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l4uge5l_2Vg" frameborder="0"></iframe></span></span></p></span></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-18383082239770826962010-07-21T22:51:00.001-07:002010-08-29T05:24:41.488-07:00Summer Chimp<div style="text-align: center;">(delayed post, from July 21st 2010)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBg8kf9Aj3TAqT34kHOBipctYqKcopH0sGaGVzyfHN3QQfHanuqzjEwumv757GXa2Rwx9gBltCry5eGbLTWK88Vbnf3FiP9aCJvoukdUJiSFsJNqrM-XchZWX7ionw8gSsGN-QFu8Y0U/s1600/IMG_0367%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><div><br /></div>It is very hot and humid in Shizuoka at the moment; the season of eternal perspiration where I guzzle what seems like over 3 litres of fluids each day. (Nothing makes fruit juice and milk taste better than a run in the summer.)<div><br /></div><div>Have just read an excellent book called "<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Catching-Fire-Cooking-Made-Human/dp/184668286X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1283084580&sr=8-2">Catching Fire</a>" by Richard Wrangham on his theory that cooking was the prime evolutionary catalyst for many adaptations that make us human; from physically smaller guts and jaws to pair-bonding (marriage) arrangements, the sexual division of labour and cooperation. I'm totally sold on his argument, and only wish he'd come up with it when I was studying anthropology because it is such a simple but wonderful idea that fits so much better than the "compulsive communicator" or "aquatic ape" hypotheses I had to learn. It's very easy to read with lots of fascinating anecdotes, you should pick it up!</div><div><br /></div><div>On Sunday and Monday we went for a BBQ/camp-in-a-hut trip near lake Yamanaka (one of Fuji's five lakes) with some other couples (Nami's Uni friends). We had a good time cooking and drinking. The weekend provided me with some handy anthropological field study as I could observe human behaviour around the campfire. I bought a small Primus gas stove with which I intend to make "Himalayan Sherpa Tea" (no kidding, that's the brand name) at the top of Mt. Fuji in a couple of weeks, and tested it out when camping, but ended up boiling water for coffee for ten people. It works a treat though.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the second day of the camp, before we (I) drove home, Nami had organised for everyone to do some crafts, most did pottery. With the anthropology book in hand, I set out to make a chimp/proto-human mug...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSBg8kf9Aj3TAqT34kHOBipctYqKcopH0sGaGVzyfHN3QQfHanuqzjEwumv757GXa2Rwx9gBltCry5eGbLTWK88Vbnf3FiP9aCJvoukdUJiSFsJNqrM-XchZWX7ionw8gSsGN-QFu8Y0U/s320/IMG_0367%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496610088699294690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div>Now I think about it, kind of looks like the early humans from "2001"... hmm! I could choose between a white glaze or none. I went with none and hope to scratch and shape him a bit more when he arrives fired. Suggestions for a name welcome!</div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-22534711240494138692010-06-03T18:50:00.001-07:002010-06-05T08:17:46.036-07:00Yukio Hatoyama, the Prime Minister who wasn't a politician<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20.1389px; ">This week, Yukio Hatoyama resigned and took Ozawa with him making him the latest in a string of Prime Ministers that couldn't survive more than a year since Koizumi privatised the largest savings fund in the world (Japan Postal Savings) and pushed away from China with repeated visits to Yasukuni Shrine. <i>He </i>was very popular in the States.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2LXWF9g09o&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2LXWF9g09o&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hatoyama, not so much. He was so promising; the massive swing election last year overthrew 50 years of almost uninterrupted Liberal Democratic Party of Washington sock-puppetry, he vowed to sweep out corruption and bureaucracy and take a more Asian-centric stance to foreign policy which included the relocation of American bases on Okinawa. But poor Hatoyama moved too fast, and within months the Americans were complaining of a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/08/world/asia/08japan.html">breakdown in communication</a> (read: all their LDP cronies and bureaucrats were no longer in the loop). </div><div><br /></div><div>Soon after the election, Okinawa Base rumblings came from the US.</div><div><br /></div><div>August 2009 - <a href="http://www.omaha.com/article/20090829/AP15/308299994/1004/AP06">"Unfortunate"</a></div><div>September 2009 - <a href="http://uk.reuters.com/article/idUKTRE58K4JJ20090921">"Won't dictate to Japan"</a></div><div>October 2009 - <a href="http://www.bangkokpost.com/breakingnews/159678/obama-urges-japan-to-keep-us-bases-pact">"Japan urged"</a></div><div>November 2009 - <a href="http://nl.newsbank.com/nl-search/we/Archives?p_product=NewsLibrary&p_multi=BBAB&d_place=BBAB&p_theme=newslibrary2&p_action=search&p_maxdocs=200&p_topdoc=1&p_text_direct-0=12BC5C1A1636DBF0&p_field_direct-0=document_id&p_perpage=10&p_sort=YMD_date:D&s_trackval=GooglePM">"USA warns Japan"</a></div><div>Late December 2009 - <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/12/28/AR2009122802271.html?hpid=topnews">"US concerned about Hatoyama"</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Back in October, the US started stinging Japanese exports with a Toyota "acceleration problem" that turned out to be people jamming their mats to the pedals. The president of Toyota was made to answer pointless, inarticulate questions at a congressional hearing...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNQMuRmAvUU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNQMuRmAvUU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Honda too was hit by a <a href="http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-02-01/honda-declines-after-biggest-recall-in-seven-years-update1-.html">recall</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>And Hatoyama was criticised for accepting money from his <a href="http://nl.newsbank.com/nl-search/we/Archives?p_product=PG&p_theme=pg&p_action=search&p_maxdocs=200&p_topdoc=1&p_text_direct-0=12C6E71A75276430&p_field_direct-0=document_id&p_perpage=10&p_sort=YMD_date:D&s_trackval=GooglePM">mum </a>and <a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_asiapacific/view/1009033/1/.html">dead people</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then North Korea apparently sunk a <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8589507.stm">South Korean Navy vessel</a>. Only China didn't quite believe the story, but it was reported endlessly on Japanese news. A reporter for Russia Today said exactly what I was thinking on this, but much more eloquently.</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbJ9fYnbvJc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbJ9fYnbvJc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>(The US (and S.Korea?) staged a false-flag attack to put pressure on Japan to maintain their presence in Okinawa and the region)</div><div><br /></div><div>And Hatoyama collapsed, <a href="http://www.postzambia.com/post-read_article.php?articleId=9524">announcing </a>the base will only move to another part of Okinawa as per a 2006 agreement that was already in place. The Social Democratic Party, in coalition with Hatoyama's DPJ, <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/asia_pacific/10211314.stm">split </a>over this backdown. Next month, upper house elections begin and with Hatoyama's approval rating supposedly down from 70% to 20%, a quick leader swap was in order for the DPJ to minimise the damage from trying to screw with America.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Now I like to draw parallels with fiction, and the Japanese made animation Ghost in the Shell (2nd series) covers an almost identical narrative. The plot goes, following non-nuclear World War III and the 2nd Vietnam war, Japan has a massive population of Asian refugees that are causing civil unrest. The crime of the series is perpetrated by a member of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naicho">Cabinet Intelligence Serivce</a>, Gouda, who orchestrates a series of proxy and false-flag attacks to incite a refugee uprising that has supposedly acquired a Russian nuclear bomb. Actually, they didn't, but in the ensuing conflict between refugees and Japan's Self Defence Force Gouda arranges, via the CIA, for the American Empire to launch a nuke from a sub to detonate over the refugee's city, thus the authorities can claim they mishandled the bomb and set it off themselves (a false-flag attack), thereby resolving the issue and pushing Japan into a more economic and militarily subservient position with the American Empire. The heroes of the story, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_Security_Intelligence_Agency">Public Security</a> Section 9, prevent the sub's nuclear attack, thereby saving the refugees, and kill Gouda before he can defect to the US.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>In reality, the US is, I think, remarkable in its pragmatic willingness to actively create situations, to create news, to create war in order to control events, manipulate players and provide a context for its own desired course of action. Most countries can't hold a candle to the kind of resources the US puts into controlling their governments, and Hatoyama has learned this the hard way by being attacked from within and without, militarily and economically and politically; arguably all orchestrated at some level by the US. The poor chap is now in a situation where his choices have indirectly lead to economic damage to Japan's core industries, unemployment, military action and loss of life, the dissolution of his ruling coalition and his own resignation. If the effects weren't so bad, one might call his stand against America admirable, but really it was just terribly ill conceived.</div><div><br /></div><div>Going back to the <i>Ghost in the Shell</i> story, one might be tempted to say that Japan needs a better intelligence agency. One that doesn't have 75% of its staff come from other countries. If they had an organisation like Section 9, or better press control, they might have been able to minimise the US/South Korean scaremongering, and ultimately save Hatoyama, perhaps? But this is reactionary, and it wouldn't dramatically change the political landscape.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Japan needs to</b> improve its bureaucracy. From the drones sitting doing nothing at city hall, the five people it took to issue me with a new bank book, to ludicrous nepotism and bribery at the top levels of government, there needs to be the kind of reform Hatoyama promised (not least for the economic waste). And I think this can only happen if they establish a strong <b>multi-party democratic system</b> rather than the virtual oligarchy that has just lost power and seems to be rather quickly clawing its way back. Specialization breeds weakness that can be controlled, diversification creates flexibility and resilience. One party systems can be controlled as easily from within the nation as from without, but always become oppressive when threatened. So...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The DPJ needs to</b> make itself into a viable second leadership, not an opposition, and this means playing along with America, at least for the time being. Hatoyama has blown his chance, and possibly that of the DPJ in this term if they can't secure a majority in the upper house elections. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size: 20.1389px; "><img src="http://images.china.cn/attachement/jpg/site1007/20100604/000cf1bdd03f0d72b85f51.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 777px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size: 20.1389px; "><br /></span></span></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here is the next chap, Naoto Kan. I hope he has more political skill and a more realistic vision of Japan and its place between America and China. And that he can stay in power for longer than it takes for a dried senbei to go bad.</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here are the three musketeers of the DPJ; H</span>atoyama, Ozawa and Kan. Mr. Kan is the last one standing...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQxZ6Z75S8I&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQxZ6Z75S8I&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-5963288235513856962010-02-23T04:44:00.000-08:002010-03-01T05:36:33.211-08:00RagehWatched a rather good documentary Rageh Omaar did for BBC4 on life in Iran today...<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9161934809152225169&hl=en">Rageh inside Iran</a></div><div><br /></div><div>And a more historical perspective on Iran that was very interesting, relevant, and though a year or so old, slightly prophetic...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5708329875314599685&hl=en">Iran is not the problem</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Though as it turned out, apparently Rageh wasn't too chuffed at the BBC and jumped ship to Al Jazeera, and has a new show, <i><a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/programmes/ragehomaarreport/2010/02/20102178182284758.html">"The Rageh Omaar Report"</a></i>, kind of Rageh Unleashed, where he can go globe trotting and interviewing people on topics to his interest. Which interests me immensely.</div><div><br /></div><div>Update: Here he is...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="565" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cU1_f6-lBk"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cU1_f6-lBk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="565" height="340"></embed></object></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-2244618488534968862010-02-12T00:37:00.000-08:002010-02-12T05:15:09.279-08:00David Erchamion: The One Handed<div style="text-align: left;">So we went to Mt. Fuji yesterday with friends to go sledging or skating, the latter as it turned out, and I injured myself in true <i>You've been framed! </i>style. Walking to the small skate rink, I suggested we walked down a hill, not the path. Then due to some imbecilic precociousness, and perhaps a nostalgia for childhood <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wrongfootings</span>, I decided to walk down an icy patch on the hill. Feet came out, arms flailed and I landed on my back. Everything would have been wonderfully comic, though it still is I guess, but when I tried to break my fall with my hand, that slipped too, naturally, and twisted my arm in some impossible contortion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Suffered relatively silently the rest of the day, and refused to go to the hospital since I reasoned that humans wouldn't have gone to hospitals for millions of years before they were invented. But then I guess humans generally have a more healthy fear of ice than me, as it turned out. I partly rationalise my fall as a result of having suffered no injury within memory; so I thought I was some kind of indestructible Achilles type. Speaking of which, I believe I did some decent ligament and/or tendon damage to my left elbow. Or maybe I actually am indestructible, and it's just my left elbow that is weak? The "David Elbow", one's weakness due to inane stupidity.</div><div><br /></div><div>After not much sleep, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mariko</span> took me to a doctor this morning. Took a couple of X-rays. He <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gandered</span> at them for a while and made lots of non-committal Japanese mumblings... not broken as I thought (and hoped) but didn't even suggest ligament injury. Gave me a cold compress (though I really dislike symptomatic treatments), a sling (though I was doing fine with one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nami's</span> scarves) and some painkillers (see symptomatic treatment dislike). But at least probably not broken, which was the reassurance I was looking for!</div><div><br /></div><div>Meantime I am one handed like the hero <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Beren</span>...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwlkVvpZyNNGobjkk3Y8Kw37OcpPJPZ3sUs86oh5Qj8gPscyDfV3oEN46KXz5lY_TS_0eA0I7xGgVu6jMZDAg1LnCv1Jxac54KV1CRYyVrCktQVYkZhddu1NPP6zp6YejWQCJpGnS6Qs/s400/IMG_4670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437344257921649522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A striking likeness</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>Though temporarily so. And kind of 1.1 handed, the left hand serves as an immobile T-Rex claw for doing light holding work. Meantime, I spent all day watching excellent YouTube videos about the Sumerians...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OTlQjfXHPY&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OTlQjfXHPY&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div> and good old American economics...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akVL7QY0S8A&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akVL7QY0S8A&hl=en_GB&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>And sleeping...</div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-19646832589647655662009-10-29T06:26:00.000-07:002009-10-29T06:47:46.563-07:00Driving RangeSo we went to a driving range with a friend the other week. It was nice to play a "real" game for once, and I did pretty decently if I do say so myself (games are basically all the same, if you're good at Mario the basic skill-sets transfer easily to club and contact sports). My only prior experience with a club, except for the video game variety that is usually used for less than wholesome purposes, was the pitch-and-putt at Cambridge that was usually undertaken after some beers.<br /><br />As you'd expect, the Japanese affair is well organised and pretty cool; this was very 1980's Japan in my opinion, which is most definitely a good thing. Think business men going there after work, drinking coffee and smoking - very cool.<br /><br />The Nami also took to the clubs for the first time. Here is a fair representation of her skill...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='416' height='344' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQqEObsmn_Xj0wVyG38i602DLsBAOK6kOaYd3Y1T_iuLhsrCNx3ruUQkd0KTBru98j0QP9t9DIMJjLKsV6' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Hehe, no she did actually get better! When we finally get a new car, this is something I'll be keen to do more often.<br /></div><br /></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-56407457782178273352009-10-12T18:16:00.001-07:002009-10-12T19:53:17.067-07:00AI Interest<div style="text-align: left;">So pretty much my only hobby is studying and trying to work out a description of the human mind for building a Synthetic Intelligence (I use this term instead of "Artificial Intelligence", or AI, because who wants to be called "artificial"?). I have <a href="http://sites.google.com/site/hermesthephilosopher/Home/">this site</a> that has been up for over a year now, describing an as of yet, on paper, unfinished model. Now whilst I get dejected from time to time by the absence of any intelligent conversation I can have on the subject with other people (most people on the internet seem to think the mind is something ethereal), I keep track of visits to my site using Google Analytics, which provides some amusement, and occasionally spurs me on to do more work when I realise some people are actually reading it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Analytics is a Java based tracker, like a cookie system I gather but it doesn't record everything 100%. However, like everything else Google, it's free and well presented. So I had a look at the data spread over the past year, and Analytics puts it into this neat graphical representation based on the region/city from where the traffic to the site came from...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw8l3jkUwXq04o96R8fcEHfle7HTUUrbm-UHHbpU_mOBtTjRh4E_4f-pOb5oQZ82LlqS2QpzJBwb1IaQUzvJ0FaSfRuj0fcQ_ZA-QAbqKy5KrVByoa297DOkri2pmiPG1LW27sX5anUoo/s400/screenshot1.png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391889563361485698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span>Now of course there will be a slight bias towards English speaking countries because the site itself is written in English, but <i>Anglais </i>is also the <i>lingua Franca</i> of science, so there is still traffic coming from all over the world (eg. Philippines, Brazil, China, Egypt, Iran). From a technological point of view, the most interesting, and perhaps only point that can be taken from this, is the relatively large amount of traffic that comes from the USA. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDdWVNduBd01D92fJp3JsM6dHDSXfdorI3TcSuJ-XhR8RpFeMXcIQ40SfBugY0bkApQ6cnPzxUotSqrJKUka97_yRJCg_jFZ2B3UNjPzVSBO2zpYGq_GfdmGjIasS77wm6Ipemb_P3To/s400/screenshot1.png-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391911014161331618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">City view shows more of a balance between the US and Europe as a whole (Leipzig is number one).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Other minor factors aside, such as the US having a greater number of internet users than other countries, it is easy and interesting to conclude that SI research is being pursued far more aggressively in the US than in other countries. For my site at least, the traffic from the US is four times next place, the UK, and five times Germany.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So what I'm thinking about this morning, is "why?" <a href="http://www.project.org/info.php?recordID=363">This site shows</a> the percentage of GDP put into research by a few developed countries, most being around 2-3%. The US is second to Japan, but even adjusting that graph by accounting for actual GDP, the numbers alone sound a bit off the ball. The US is obviously, technologically ahead of every other country, if not publically by far, then at least by several steps. Their space programs alone demonstrate this; in the process of retiring the Shuttle, the most used and most successful space transportation vehicle to date, developing new systems (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vision_for_Space_Exploration">the Orion rockets</a>), not to mention <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Ignition_Facility">the NIF</a> (a practical fusion reactor) and military technology which is sometimes (often?) researched and produced off the books. On this note, the US military has shown an interest in developing SI systems, most notably and publically in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DARPA_Grand_Challenge">DARPA Grand Challenge</a>, where they encourage teams to build driver-less cars. Now the "why?" of all aforementioned research lies primarily in two reasons; technological power translates to both military and economic power, and this is the raison d'etre for US research. Does SI fit into this plan? Very much so!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If machines can be made sentient, then simply because they can be constructed by design means they can be improved, and it is a widely held and old concept (from science fiction) that once one SI is built, that SI will then help design new SIs, and the feedback will create exponentially smarter SIs until a technological and logical limit is reached. Basically, they will become far, far smarter than humans. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Leaving aside what "smart" means (too complex to go into here!) the question then becomes, where can such a being fit into our society? One answer is as an advisor. <i>Kind of</i> like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skynet_(Terminator)">Skynet from the Terminator story</a>, SI advisors will find good homes as economic, political and military strategists. Other, less encouraging, uses of such a technology would include using sub-sentient drones (though more advanced than current military drones, perhaps) for combat.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I, however, would hope for a more optimistic future with SIs, but one that would require massive social and legal transformation. Essentially, laws will have to be rewritten to not speak of "humans" or "adults" but of <i>sentients, </i>being self-aware becomes the defining factor of inclusion within society, making special cases for pre-sentient or mentally damaged individuals. Perhaps then, after social "adjustment", SIs might find homes as citizens. Would you take a machine as a friend? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just such a situation is a long way off, and perhaps shall follow private and military use, but whatever the ultimate fate of SIs is to be, for the moment it seems to me that the US is more dedicated to SI research than any other country, and perhaps will get there first. What one can make of this is difficult to say, but as a technology it would be akin to the nuclear bomb and space flight; getting there first doesn't stop others getting there (indeed, once it's done, others will try to get there as quick as possible!) but it will probably give you an advantage and that seems to be more than enough as a geopolitical goal.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But then, not everyone is motivated by such banal things as "advantage".</div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-5963123773410756762009-10-06T15:46:00.000-07:002009-10-06T16:29:00.900-07:00Tentless camping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaulZZSp6iuwtzWb-N8ibcMts00pYdcUlQPUdekHS6B_FbsGvYvv-lT96EGCmpq-bXcsN56NVjDwQ2CklRt2kihqqLFsERhlLUkMUlnqps58-yQwtnhYi8hGdT4tSbyYu-11fdwH3amV0/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs7seiJojP2s6YgKr0blV6ENFlE9E59ZRvmsU0i17CZghMjwEAk3ppMiHS2F0wSBrBQHrDrL40jAzehu72xxif0_bOFOwiuzaUHyOY8l8vGsMU6sJYzrXvTWYDtnbm9Jt3ZwVS-lDneY/s1600-h/IMG_3696.JPG"></a>Last month Nami and I went camping with some friends, we went to a small but popular place called Kobuchizawa, near mount Yatsugatake which we passed earlier this year going to Karuizawa...<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=kobuchizawa&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=34.176059,80.771484&ie=UTF8&cd=1&hq=kobuchizawa&hnear=&ll=35.863178,138.317013&spn=0.024346,0.036478&z=14&output=embed"></iframe></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:40px;"><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=kobuchizawa&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=34.176059,80.771484&ie=UTF8&cd=1&hq=kobuchizawa&hnear=&ll=35.863178,138.317013&spn=0.024346,0.036478&z=14" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">View Larger Map</span></a></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:40px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:40px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs7seiJojP2s6YgKr0blV6ENFlE9E59ZRvmsU0i17CZghMjwEAk3ppMiHS2F0wSBrBQHrDrL40jAzehu72xxif0_bOFOwiuzaUHyOY8l8vGsMU6sJYzrXvTWYDtnbm9Jt3ZwVS-lDneY/s400/IMG_3696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389629512666809714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span></span></span><span><span><span><span>The place was called Yatsugatake Auto-camp, and was run by a very friendly and helpful couple. Lots were surrounded by trees, some were for tents and others, like ours, had small wooden huts which the Japanese, ever optimistic, call "cabins". Shed is a more accurate description in my opinion. It was really nice to escape the humidity of Shizuoka, which is only now, in October, beginning to give way and approach more civilized levels. We stayed two nights, and enjoyed our time walking around the town, playing Uno, going to a hot spring, playing badminton, going to a craft center and playing more Uno.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaulZZSp6iuwtzWb-N8ibcMts00pYdcUlQPUdekHS6B_FbsGvYvv-lT96EGCmpq-bXcsN56NVjDwQ2CklRt2kihqqLFsERhlLUkMUlnqps58-yQwtnhYi8hGdT4tSbyYu-11fdwH3amV0/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaulZZSp6iuwtzWb-N8ibcMts00pYdcUlQPUdekHS6B_FbsGvYvv-lT96EGCmpq-bXcsN56NVjDwQ2CklRt2kihqqLFsERhlLUkMUlnqps58-yQwtnhYi8hGdT4tSbyYu-11fdwH3amV0/s400/IMG_3798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389632229482235522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>More camping up for this week... we are going to an outdoor festival (not the indoor kind) called Asagiri Jam, and will be camping on Saturday night. Not sure it will be my thing, so will take backup-books and a chair just in case.</div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-77352784141074500232009-09-10T22:49:00.001-07:002009-09-10T23:09:58.946-07:00Monkey BusinessSpent another whole weekend day (well, half the day so far) on the internet. This video amused me greatly, monkeys are so cool!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-G60UCeXFp0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-G60UCeXFp0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div>Now if only I could get a permit for one of these things...</div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-80534388717556978822009-07-23T22:45:00.000-07:002009-09-04T00:56:40.345-07:00Yokohama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4-kZV9BzioQNF0LzPk99tU636VSvD0aUm4Kb60aCwhdQSp35bXPdfZoTJo0b0xzhboQCmLZ4-4gJ6nkI4YtBY-jVzFxcq_A1S5-bEeSzDFUSAGrqcuvhxzPZwf7etMi52j37Un1PrI8/s1600-h/NamiWalk.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4-kZV9BzioQNF0LzPk99tU636VSvD0aUm4Kb60aCwhdQSp35bXPdfZoTJo0b0xzhboQCmLZ4-4gJ6nkI4YtBY-jVzFxcq_A1S5-bEeSzDFUSAGrqcuvhxzPZwf7etMi52j37Un1PrI8/s200/NamiWalk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361902528956884482" border="0" /></a><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">A couple of weeks ago now, I think, we went to Tokyo and Yokohama for a couple of days to do some shopping and see a concert. First stop was Tokyo and we went to Ginza to pick up Mami for the concert, after she finished uni. It was a hot day and, such are my requirements, we had to stop at a coffee shop every hour to drink and replenish bodily energy. Unfortunately, Ginza is the high-class shopping district of Tokyo, and we just couldn't seem to find a regular place like Starbucks. In the end we bit the bullet and went to a fancy place - though I assure you this was in name and cost only, the service was hilariously wooden and the tea nothing special. I was pleased to have a chance to order camomile tea, however, with honey and bourgeois sand-timer.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pzPK6BnLjUtZG7e7sqtCwfE3urC4DV7Fp65IwNPajQkCLK5mUi1ucFqQH-y2IxWL9-Q5j2wn_X2hUGYQmB0nKYi_qe-ForGhwoptSpS24Q1VbFUkGEwmrt24sJ7szofCQMVHDmy6ci4/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pzPK6BnLjUtZG7e7sqtCwfE3urC4DV7Fp65IwNPajQkCLK5mUi1ucFqQH-y2IxWL9-Q5j2wn_X2hUGYQmB0nKYi_qe-ForGhwoptSpS24Q1VbFUkGEwmrt24sJ7szofCQMVHDmy6ci4/s400/IMG_3035.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>And despite my curse, I was served first! The ladies had to look grumpy as I played with the tea set...<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4GZcm3ZgVio4nPW134_FYkdIhxDx-w7DQ7oqxMRl-2LOtjrhWLhOI09cx1fzgv4soo0pe41Zld64YqxvRglRmmKsCirQbPqwIziMeRdnM_m7_FvzFMBpYiGUm_jKHup28tNQjoIsgUg/s1600-h/IMG_3036.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4GZcm3ZgVio4nPW134_FYkdIhxDx-w7DQ7oqxMRl-2LOtjrhWLhOI09cx1fzgv4soo0pe41Zld64YqxvRglRmmKsCirQbPqwIziMeRdnM_m7_FvzFMBpYiGUm_jKHup28tNQjoIsgUg/s400/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>After footing a 4500 yen bill for tea and cakes (and subsequently finding a Doutor, regular coffee shop, around the corner), we made our way to a small art gallery where Kiyo had some T-shirts she designed and made on display, along with others by students at her fashion design college. Kiyo had died her T-shirts, with tea, I believe, so literally Tea shirts, and printed some bagel patterns on them. They looked pretty stylish and cute I thought, and the manager of the gallery said they had had some good interest. Thinking about it now, I should have tried to see if they smelt of tea.<br /><br />Saying goodbye to Kiyo, we popped on the subway to Yokohama and what has become our hotel of choice in these parts, the Royal Park hotel in the Landmark Tower.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnGn9tj_M-wRcxKT6a-tL9aEs69esgILvnX1BnXJBJPdqaq_wrOIbmricnbDvgg066d0gkboaFDgRJT-p0K62Kd06xFI2SXDYPk4oZB_8DSXpAxpu0xjPsGzoe7m8eGI6J3VPb79HZzo/s1600-h/IMG_3055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnGn9tj_M-wRcxKT6a-tL9aEs69esgILvnX1BnXJBJPdqaq_wrOIbmricnbDvgg066d0gkboaFDgRJT-p0K62Kd06xFI2SXDYPk4oZB_8DSXpAxpu0xjPsGzoe7m8eGI6J3VPb79HZzo/s400/IMG_3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361901787368452754" border="0" /></a>They look more cheerful here in the luxury of a 62nd floor room.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheP8HmGuxKrvV2mkNGqQSgUPWmKt3QNnrY3Z2B5QiBQabzujA-JTgHNYbzUg2p7G9jiqZKfDuNGXw85Igu2s4YqmRCRxdOD396ylp9PNj6yJw3Ucd8_z7jROeEpr0JO_g7TIPS0D0ZbGc/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheP8HmGuxKrvV2mkNGqQSgUPWmKt3QNnrY3Z2B5QiBQabzujA-JTgHNYbzUg2p7G9jiqZKfDuNGXw85Igu2s4YqmRCRxdOD396ylp9PNj6yJw3Ucd8_z7jROeEpr0JO_g7TIPS0D0ZbGc/s400/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>The view from the window.<br /><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vbiDKNi44ERwVt5tcJkur6D_AW2CbVQWBEwuSu53SAPt6ULwzmr2DV3A_t_if2bSxDagZHsz8cPzpYnJFecX_Y6eWo_SR9XV-6kvWCaZX1flD39pULJYms7xHPoLLRCoETgzKvO0UVM/s1600-h/IMG_3049.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vbiDKNi44ERwVt5tcJkur6D_AW2CbVQWBEwuSu53SAPt6ULwzmr2DV3A_t_if2bSxDagZHsz8cPzpYnJFecX_Y6eWo_SR9XV-6kvWCaZX1flD39pULJYms7xHPoLLRCoETgzKvO0UVM/s400/IMG_3049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">But no rest for the wicked, we left almost straight away and met up with Meg at a small amusement park near the hotel. We went on a rollercoaster, and a crazy small coaster where the car moves and a water flume (is that even a word or did I just imagine it?)... it was great to get my head out of my book, which incidentally got wet on the water ride. Books are, by the way, a necessity when going shopping with more than one lady - if just one lady then you have to give full attention lest you want to start an argument in the shop.<br /><br />After that we went to the concert. It was held next to what is called the "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yokohama_Red_Brick_Warehouse">Red brick warehouse</a>" on the dockfront in Yokohama. This place was traditionally a storage area for western traders coming to Japan, and this year celebrates its 150th anniversary, to which the concert was loosely associated I believe. The artist performing was Kimura Kaela, who is half British half Japanese, and is quite popular in Japan for cute, quirky pop-rock. The area of the concert itself was imaginatively called "Kaela-land" and various places corresponded with parts of Kaela herself. Here are the ladies standing in front of Kaela's mouth (in Japanese "entrance" is "iriguchi" which literally means "enter-mouth").<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0YqIpOx6D7yOlA-7YJ2t3hZwdd50Q5Ywp018D-o7Rz0qv-RykRDiN4hINAmU9eF386w5xYnVZM9tFggoCC0vGUTJ1ifDsFdntPARsDvtsMDyjgwo967R8VwWSR-zI9qBxCWi7fucDqU/s1600-h/IMG_3060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0YqIpOx6D7yOlA-7YJ2t3hZwdd50Q5Ywp018D-o7Rz0qv-RykRDiN4hINAmU9eF386w5xYnVZM9tFggoCC0vGUTJ1ifDsFdntPARsDvtsMDyjgwo967R8VwWSR-zI9qBxCWi7fucDqU/s400/IMG_3060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361905586281207362" border="0" /></a>The concert was pretty good, went for about three hours (long) but she sung all her best stuff (unlike the disappointing Mogwai concert where they changed all the songs to make them boring... grrrr). This is one of her songs I like the best...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrorZQmGR2Y&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrorZQmGR2Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><br />After the concert, having been up since 5am and travelling all day we were exhausted and ambled back to the hotel saying goodbye to Meg.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG4Ey_sRuPIQSDFT9TMPgyUJ9bCAnPGnMV5G5_TMzgntKpj6VqG0dnVqAVdmPYJZdEpAdlH_4Lag3d9bScaSJd23rmQzPKMbm_9InfrZbDCeQDLQx4JPWEuFThGmR6FJgb1Vihyphenhyphen7rEJU/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG4Ey_sRuPIQSDFT9TMPgyUJ9bCAnPGnMV5G5_TMzgntKpj6VqG0dnVqAVdmPYJZdEpAdlH_4Lag3d9bScaSJd23rmQzPKMbm_9InfrZbDCeQDLQx4JPWEuFThGmR6FJgb1Vihyphenhyphen7rEJU/s400/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361907743964245506" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD982NgVZxzs_hdU1Npbr3BnWKcbxDpFf2gXl3EXpoTrKojQkKwxT1uLN0SK1Y5wsFFHMDc7nIqc6sHeuxe_A6ubNW1HyBxxcScdhkb836L9XlR8JokyvH-CVS32L4YScqcJoTnxRS0Y/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD982NgVZxzs_hdU1Npbr3BnWKcbxDpFf2gXl3EXpoTrKojQkKwxT1uLN0SK1Y5wsFFHMDc7nIqc6sHeuxe_A6ubNW1HyBxxcScdhkb836L9XlR8JokyvH-CVS32L4YScqcJoTnxRS0Y/s400/IMG_3078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361907753946062642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, Nami had booked a table at the Skylounge on the 70th floor for 11pm, so we went up for a drink. I had a glass of whiskey that cost 2000 yen, and bought a bottle for the same price the following week. Sigh!<br /></div></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146106129248367007.post-66623140795701975532009-07-19T03:57:00.000-07:002009-07-19T03:57:46.600-07:00Hula Hoop<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOofysLwsKkHuoNYIaIfHXtP7xkvXkO7fSdMl9Wnul_xwwWgZvXDSCihr-vbMPj_j4QF80Oa7GDwf15AqghPND0YdOqc9BCslKeBpRkJ4AaEXuZ_enkmzvtSg8SV3lOvhp6ZFjeK8uU4/s1600-h/DVC00219.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOofysLwsKkHuoNYIaIfHXtP7xkvXkO7fSdMl9Wnul_xwwWgZvXDSCihr-vbMPj_j4QF80Oa7GDwf15AqghPND0YdOqc9BCslKeBpRkJ4AaEXuZ_enkmzvtSg8SV3lOvhp6ZFjeK8uU4/s400/DVC00219.jpg" /></a> </div><br />Today was Hula day again! After staying up 'til 4am watching Battlestar Galactica and drinking sherry and whiskey (everyone drinks on that show), I wasn't feeling tip top, but made it out of bed, walked to the station, went to Shimizu and caught a taxi to the Marine Park just in time to watch the Nami's dancing. To the bottom of the picture you can see hula-girl, a daughter of one of the dancers who, with much encouragement from her family from the sidelines, tried to copy some of the moves. I think Nami is getting better, more relaxed when dancing and kind of smiles rather than looking like a deer in the headlights.<br /><br />The temperature display outside city hall reckoned it was 36C today. And Nami ordered a bread-making machine. And we booked a holiday to Guam in December.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13208723108686137326noreply@blogger.com0