Reflections on life at “De Witte Wand”…

Year: 2007

  • Billboards At The Towers Of Silence

    Mr Eugenides has the details of a sad tale that is developing around the Towers of Silence. Go and read it and marvel at the interconnectedness of life (and advertising).
  • Haven’t You Forgotten Something?

    Today at Bletchley Park, a statue of Alan Turing will apparently be unveiled to commenorate his work done there during World War II. I say apparently, because there is no mention of it on the official Bletchley Park web site, either in the news or the events section.
     
    Yet, it appears that the people who run Bletchley Park have sent out the press release about it to "probably the largest distribution I’ve done for the park, including most consumer magazines where there is a travel (eg days out), arts or culture interest (homes, lifestyle, specialist military, history, maths, computers, womens titles etc). Plus all the broadcast, current affairs & news media" – at least according to Caroline Murdoch who works in the Bletchley Park organisation. 
     
    OK, so news of the statue’s unveiling doesn’t actually seem to have hit Bletchley Park’s own web site.
     
    What I find slightly more than just slapdash, however, is that the press release also doesn’t actually mention that Turing was gay. I would have thought that fact was rather a crucial component of his story. Let Stuart Who, over at Gay.com, take up the story, and the email exchange with Bletchley Park.
     
    Update: Well, it’s a day late, but I see that Bletchley Park has finally got around to mentioning the unveiling of the statue of Alan Turing. They still don’t acknowledge that he was gay, though, and refer coyly to the fact that "he died tragically in 1954 at the age of only 41, having received no public recognition of the colossal contribution he made to the outcome of the war and the computer age that was to follow". Hmm. I think that The Guardian captured a fuller picture in one of its leaders today:
    Turing never benefited from the revolution that he started. In 1952, he was convicted of having a sexual relationship with another man, to which he made no defence other than to say he saw nothing wrong in his actions. The conviction robbed him of his security clearance for GCHQ, for which he still worked, and made him the target for surveillance at the height of the cold war. He died after eating an apple laced with cyanide. The symbol of the half-eaten apple lives on to this day.  
    Update 2: Well, it seems as though the people at Bletchley Park have been stung by the comments such as mine that they were being mealymouthed. The web site now carries a fuller account of why Alan Turing committed suicide. Better late than never.
  • Rent-A-Mob

    Some Muslims are soo predictable… Jesus clearly agrees with Brendan Behan that there’s no such thing as bad publicity. Still, I’m not sure that Sir Salman would appreciate the kicker in Brendan’s aphorism…
  • Google And The Chief

    The Google Lat Long Blog has an interesting report on a recent meeting with Chief Almir, leader of the Surui Indian tribe in the Brazilian Amazon, who had come to Google headquarters with a proposition. Go and read about it. Has indeed the time come "to put down the bow and arrow, and pick up the laptop."
     
    And it makes a welcome change to see rational behaviour at a time when some people, such as Ijaz ul-Haq, are clearly demonstrating that they are not the sharpest pencil in the box.
  • How Google Works

    The TED Blog has a pointer to some interesting details of how Google searches are architected. A snippet that I found intriguing:
    Google’s servers basically make a copy of the entire Web, page by page, every few days, storing it in their huge data centers.
    This reminds me of the mapmakers in the story by Borges, who ended up creating a map of their kingdom at a scale of 1:1…
     
  • Goodbye, Tony

    The farewell can’t come soon enough for some people. Can’t say I blame them. Beware of Godwin’s law, though.
       
  • Modified Utopia

    Well, it’s true that I did say that I was looking forward to last Saturday’s episode of Doctor Who. And that was indeed the case. It must also be said that Captain Jack and Derek Jacobi did not disappoint in the episode: Utopia. But, I have to also say that I found some of the plot devices (the plot being written by Russell T Davies) somewhat laughable. No, strike that, they were bloody ludicrous.
     
    I mean, we’re supposed to be at the end of time – trillions of years into the far future, when the heat death of the universe is practically complete, and yet, here are perfectly recognisable human beings, who have apparently not evolved one jot or tittle from their 21st century selves. And not only that, here’s a wee Scots lassie orphan. Er, excuse me? Did I just have a credibility by-pass or something? And, and, even worse, if such a thing is possible, the baddies appear to have been shipped in en masse from Mad Max II – the Thunderdome. Gawd, but that is really, really lame.
     
    You can tell that I found the background setting of the story woefully inadequate. It could have been OK set a few thousand years in the future, but at the end of time? I’m sorry, but that’s stretching it, and the time-space fabric, too far.
     
    And then there is also the little niggle of Professor Yana turning out to be The Master in human form, and who then regenerates into the John Saxon character and promptly steals the TARDIS to bugger off back to 21st century Britain. Supposedly, the Master has pulled the same trick as the Doctor by becoming human (Professor Yana) so that the Doctor would not sense the presence of a fellow Time Lord. Er, but as Mrs. Whyte so pertinently asks: "how come he couldn’t detect the presence of Mr Saxon/the Master in the early 21st century"?
     
    To which, I suppose, the only real answer – and one that I would do well to heed myself – is: "don’t take it all so seriously, it’s only a story, stupid".  Well, that’s true, but I do like at least a token verisimilitude in my fantasies.
  • Garden “Open Day”

    This past weekend, we opened up the garden at our home to the public. It’s the first time we’ve ever done something like this, and we didn’t really know what to expect.

    We also asked a friend, Gerda Grashuis, if she would like to exhibit her pottery, and a neighbour, Harry Nijhuis, if he would like to use the garden to exhibit some of his sculpture. Both accepted. Martin plotted out a route through the grounds, and Harry installed his work along the route, so the garden also became a sculpture park for the weekend. And in keeping with the traditional tourist attraction, we also provided a shopping opportunity at the end of the route. As well as light refreshments, we also had another neighbour, Herman Peppelman, provide a stall of his orchard produce.

    We were lucky with the weather. Both days remained dry during opening hours, and the sun shone for much of the time. We were surprised by the degree of interest – over 150 people turned up during the course of the two days. Even though the garden wasn’t looking at its best – it was devastated by a severe hailstorm last week – people seemed to enjoy their visit.

    One of the nicest things was that members of the original farming family who owned the farmhouse over 50 years ago turned up to see how things had changed. Some of them had actually been born in the house. I showed them around inside, and they were able to describe the original layout. This type of farmhouse used to shelter both humans and animals, and our living room is where the family’s six cows were kept, with their horse stabled in what is now our kitchen. At the front of the house were the living quarters for the family. The front section had the kitchen (Martin’s study), the living room (my study), with bedstees (small beds built into cupboards) and a small staircase leading up into a part of the attic where the children slept. 

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  • A Blackberry?

    Danah Boyd, over at apophenia, blogs about a press release that has stopped her in her tracks:
    You can now load software in your kids’ BlackBerry and/or cell phone that will be your watchdog (to prevent them from being approached by someone potentially trying to molest them) How it works — the program will send the parents a text message when a foreign IM, text message or e-mail comes into their child’s phone or PDA (anyone not on an approved phone contact list).  
    Like Danah, that phrase "your kids’ BlackBerry" jumped out at me (and not just because whoever wrote this press release doesn’t know where to put an apostrophe). I am clearly totally out of synch with a society in which children have BlackBerries. Mobile phones, I can just about grasp; but a business tool like a BlackBerry? What happened to childhood; who stole it?
     
    And as Danah writes: Surveillance destroys parent-child relationships – technology does not solve relationship issues.
  • Sloppy Journalism

    Oh dear, I’m sure there was a time when the BBC was considered a gold standard in journalism. But as Ophelia points out, they seem increasingly to be employing Unspeak in their reporting, whether consciously or not. Compare this opening from the Beeb’s news site yesterday:
    Iran has criticised the British government for its decision to give a knighthood to author Salman Rushdie. His book The Satanic Verses offended Muslims worldwide and led to Iran issuing a fatwa in 1989, ordering Sir Salman’s execution. 
    with this one from The Guardian:
    Iran accused Britain yesterday of insulting Islam by awarding a knighthood to Salman Rushdie, whose novel The Satanic Verses prompted the late Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini to issue a fatwa calling for his assassination. 
    If you can’t see the difference, refer to Ophelia’s excellent analysis. She nails the bastards.
  • Colin – the Gay Guinea Pig

    Trust the Dutch TV channel VPRO to come up with this: an animated cartoon series about a gay guinea pig called Colin. Actually, the trailer (also in English) looks quite intriguing.

    The first episode went out late last night – unfortunately I’d already gone to bed; exhausted by my sore leg and the two days of throwing the garden here at the farmhouse open to the public. Oh well, I’ll try and catch up next week.

  • Signs And Signals

    A little while back, I mentioned that the topic of how the mind and consciousness comes about fascinates me. I’ve just read three books on this in quick succession, and I highly recommend all of them. 

    First up is Daniel Gilbert’s Stumbling on Happiness. As I said then, it’s an absolute joy of a book. He examines, with a not inconsiderable wit, how people react to their lives. The opening sentence reads: "Priests vow to remain celibate, physicians vow to do no harm and letter carriers vow to swiftly complete their appointed rounds despite snow, sleet and split infinitives". He goes on to explain the little-known fact that psychologists (he is one) also take a vow, and that is to publish, at some point in their professional lives, a book that contains the sentence: "The human being is the only animal that…".

    Stumbling On Happiness is Gilbert’s stab at completing the psychologists’ sentence, and he does it with: "The human being is the only animal that thinks about the future". As he says:

    "Until a chimp weeps at the thought of growing old alone, or smiles as it contemplates its summer holiday, or turns down a toffee apple because it already looks too fat in shorts, I will stand by my version of The Sentence. We think about the future in a way that no other animal can, does or ever has, and this simple, ubiquitous, ordinary act is a defining feature of our humanity.

    He goes on to illustrate the evidence for his thesis with both experimental data and illuminating vignettes on how we perceive, and attempt to create, the state of happiness.

    Next up is Richard Wiseman’s Quirkology, subtitled "the curious science of everyday lives". Again, lots of entertaining references to actual research that has thrown up surprising facts about the ways in which people behave. He closes the book with a neat piece of metaresearch: he asked people to rate factoids derived from the studies described in the book to identify those factoids that were most likely to provoke good conversation at dinner parties. He lists the resulting "top ten". My two favourites are:

    • Women van drivers are more likely than others to take more than ten items through the express lane in a supermarket, break speed limits, and park in restricted areas.
    • People would rather wear a sweater that has been dropped in dog faeces and not washed, than one that has been dry-cleaned but used to belong to a mass murderer.

    As you see, the book lives up to its title, but in with all the bizarre research are some fascinating findings about the way we behave. One negative – there is no index, which means that you will be frustrated trying to track down that precise reference to the Thirteen Club. You’ll have to trawl through the footnotes instead.

    Lastly, Chris Frith’s Making Up The Mind, subtitled "how the brain creates our mental world". Frith is a professor in neuropsychology. Like Gilbert and Wisemen, he is an entertaining writer, with the knack of explaining things well. He uses the device of having an imaginary professor of English comment on what he states, and the resulting dialogue is often wry and ironic. He makes the point that his book is not actually a theory of consciousness, instead:

    …rather than writing about consciousness, I have emphasized how much my brain knows and does without my being aware of it. My brain makes me afraid of things that I am not aware of seeing and can control complex limb movements without my knowing what I am doing. There seems very little left for consciousness to do. So, rather than asking how subjective experience can arise for activity in neurons, I ask the question, "What is consciousness for?" Or more particularly, "Why does my brain make me experience myself as a free agent?" My assumption is that we get some advantage from experiencing ourselves as free agents. So the question is: "What is this advantage?" My answer is, for the moment, pure speculation.

    As I say,  all three books are well worth reading. Sometimes you come across the same data being analysed by more than one of the authors, and that either illuminates a slightly different facet, or reinforces the same conclusions that can be drawn. All three books have extensive footnotes and references to the original research material.

    As a bonus, Gilbert’s book comes with a P.S. section which has further entertainment value in a Q & A with Professor Gilbert, a short biography, "why I write", and his top ten favourite electric guitarists. The Q&A is a particular joy. My favourites:

    Would you like to live in the eternal now? No. I enjoy remembering the past and imagining the future. My ability to do these things is among nature’s greatest gifts to me, so why would I want to get rid of it? Anyone who wants to live in the moment should have been born a mosquito.

    Do you think that we have lost some primal ignorance that would have kept us happy? No, no, no. Did I mention no? Every generation has the illusion that things were easier and better in a simpler past.Dead wrong. Things are better today than at any time in human history. Our primal ignorance is what keeps us whacking each other over the head with sticks, and not what allows us to paint a Mona Lisa or to design a space shuttle. The ‘primal ignorance that keeps us happy’ gives rise to obesity and global warming, not antibiotics or the Magna Carta. If human kind flourishes rather than flounders over the next thousand years, it will be because we fully embraced learning and reason, and not because we surrendered to some fantasy about returning to a world that never really was.

  • Sloppy Thinking

    One of my many failings is that I acquire books faster than I am able to read them. One of the many books on the to-be-read pile is No God But God by Reza Aslan, a book about the origins, evolution and future of Islam.
     
    I see that Jeremy Stangroom is currently reading this very book. Unfortunately, in the book’s prologue he has already stumbled across a piece of such sloppy thinking that it does not bode well for my being able to read the book without hurling it across the room in disgust. The passage in question:
    It is a shame that this word, myth, which originally signified nothing more than stories of the supernatural, has come to be regarded as synonymous with falsehood, when in fact myths are always true. By their very nature, myths inhere both legitimacy and credibility. Whatever truths they convey have little to do with historical fact. To ask whether Moses actually parted the Red Sea, or whether Jesus truly raised Lazarus from the dead, or whether the word of God indeed poured through the lips of Muhammad, is to ask totally irrelevant questions. The only question that matters with regard to a religion and its mythology is “What do these stories mean”?
     
    […] After all, religion is, by definition, interpretation; and by definition, all interpretations are valid. However, some interpretations are more reasonable than others.  
     
  • The Reactable

    The reactable is a new electronic instrument that is controlled by objects placed on a table surface. Take a look at some of the videos here to see and hear it in action.
     
    I have to say that it strikes me as too clever for its own good. I don’t think it will catch on. Bring back the ondes Martenot, I say.
  • Ask The Atheists

    I’ve come across a new (to me) web site that puts the atheist point of view to questions that are asked of it: AskTheAtheists.com.
     
    What a good idea. And when I read stuff like this in answer to the question: Why do atheists not accept that the Bible, the word of God, is proof of His existence?:
    [Quotes from] the very first chapter of the New Testament … actually gives clear evidence of the authors’ human fallibility.
    And for this we’ve had to endure Crusades, Inquisitions and Cliff Richard. Bastards.  
    …I have to think that this is a web site on my wavelegth.
  • Before I Die

    The Aurora is one thing that I would like to see with my own eyes before I die…
  • The Female Face

    This is very clever, but I kept wanting to stop the film and know more about the instant.
     
     
    (hat tip to Normblog for the link)
  • Edward Tufte

    I spent a number of years trying to present information in graphical form. I tried to emulate the master, but naturally failed miserably. Here’s a biographical sketch of the master. Look at his works to discover how presentation of information in a graphical form should be done. Renounce PowerPoint.
  • It Is With Some Trepidation…

     
    That’s drilling holes through skulls to you and me. A procedure (medical and/or religious) that’s been around for at least 7,000 years. I’m rather pleased that I live in a time when the cure for headaches is generally a paracetamol or two.
     
    (hat tip to Mind Hacks for the link)
  • A Debate

    Last month, the Future Forum hosted a debate on religion between Christopher Hitchens and Marvin Olasky. The debate was moderated by Evan Smith.
     
    Hitchens is a formidable speaker. Olasky wibbles. I found little of what Olasky said compelling, and much that was ludicrous (e.g. "the overarching cosmic war"), but then that’s me. Watch it for yourself and make your own mind up.