Category: Society

… Peter Mandelson!

A friend forwarded some examples of the poster campaign that was running in Dublin’s buses last year. They’re funny and cheeky, but to my mind are just a trifle too knowing and full of themselves. Apparently though, they were considered risqué enough to warrant questions in the Irish Parliament…

I love the tautology in the title – it subtly hints at what you will see if you peruse the on-line catalogue. Yes, this is another collection of genuine material from the 1950s and 1960s from the man who gave us the Gallery of Regrettable Food.

There are some real classics in here. The American footballer pictured at home in his kitchen is perhaps one of fashion photography’s finest statements. It’s the perfect picture for a caption competition.

… this one’s for you!

Ancient Chinese Sex Implements.

Reuters reports that Obersalzberg has reopened as a luxury retreat. This strikes me as just a trifle bit tacky this close to the second world war. Next target for the marketeers is Sadaam’s Baghdad Palace? You probably want a few centuries before it’s safe to consider places like this as a tourist draw. E.g. Chichen Itza.

Update: The Observer newpaper reviews the hotel.

Brilliant item in the Annals of Improbable Research today: Don’t Look, Don’t Tell.

These days, Carl Sagan’s polemic against a demon-haunted world seems to me, in my hours of darkest imaginings, to being more like a candle blowing in the wind, rather than a light in the dark…

As one of the book’s reviewers said: Carl, you are sorely missed.

#3 in an occasional series.

OK, I know it’s like shooting fish in a barrel, but what is it about marketing people? They clearly come from another planet from the one I live on. To illustrate the point, take the latest jewel from Microsoft’s Marketing Department: MSN.:Found. Note the weird punctuation in the title; note the "let’s be hip" feel; note the fact that none of these people are real; note that I’ve just been sick in a bucket.

Douglas Adams had the right idea about marketing departments.

And while one part of society celebrates love (see previous entry), another part of society, to whit, the Anglican Church, refuses to look beyond genitalia. The news media, e.g. the Guardian and the BBC, today carry stories on the impending schism in the Anglican Church over the stance on Gays.

The UK’s Guardian newspaper reports: “From the Royal Navy to The Simpsons, everyone is taking a line on gay marriage. Duncan Campbell looks at how US and UK film-makers are tackling the issue.”

The UK film is "Andrew and Jeremy Get Married", a documentary directed by Don Boyd (who also worked with Derek Jarman). I note that Jeremy (Jeremy Trafford) is also an ex-Shell man. I look forward to seeing the film.

Tying a couple of threads together, I’m currently reading the book containing the last diaries of Derek Jarman (Smiling in Slow Motion), which was published posthumously. The enormous humanity of the man – coupled with a complete refusal to suffer fools (and the establishment) gladly – shines through; despite the pain and suffering he was going through in his last years of life.

So reports Reuters about the pope’s new book. What a charming man he is. Excuse me while I go and turn the other cheek. No doubt his imminent successor will be cut from the same cloth.

I Sing the Body Electric is the title not only of a Walt Whitman poem, but also a wonderful short story by Ray Bradbury. The story concerns three children, whose father invests in a robot nanny to bring them up after their mother dies. The kicker is that at the end of their lives, when they enter their second childhood, the robot returns to look after them once more. It’s a story that has always affected me deeply, for reasons that I never could understand.

Today, I read about Japanese toymakers who are designing new dolls designed not for the young but for the lonely elderly — companions that can sleep next to them and offer caring words they may never hear otherwise.

Life imitates Art

Came across two stories today about Gays and the military services. First, today’s Guardian reports that the UK Navy is entering into a partnership with Stonewall and actively seeking gay recruits in the Pink Press: Navy’s new message: your country needs you, especially if you are gay. While this might seem quite shocking and the end of civilsation to some unreconstructed admirals in the British Navy, it’s old hat to the military (and police) services here in The Netherlands.

The second story concerns the first homosexual couple in the New People’s Army to be wed by the Communist Party of the Philippines. The Philippine Daily Enquirer carried the story earlier this month.

#2 in an occasional series.

Last week, the BBC broadcast the first episode of a series called The Apprentice. It will follow the fortunes of 14 applicants (seven men, seven women) who are all fighting for a single job with Alan Sugar, a well-known (and tough) British businessman. Each week, the applicants are split into two teams, and each week someone from the losing team will be eliminated from the competition. The programme’s format hails from America, where the businessman in question was Donald Trump.

At first I thought that I wouldn’t watch it, because I don’t care to see naked greed. However, I have to confess that within 10 minutes I was completely hooked, simply because the 14 individuals were all so appallingly mendacious. It became one of those shows that I watch through my fingers spread over my face.

But the thing that marked out the experience was the language used by the contestants. All the well-worn phrases of management-speak were there: "I like to lead from the front." "I like to think outside the box." "It’s most important that we work as a team." – This from the leader of the women’s team, who consistently undermined any attempt by her fellow team members to act as a team. She rapidly became the star of the show – the gulf between the homilies she trotted out and her every action was terrific (in all senses of the word) to see. I could have sworn that she had taken lessons from David Brent.

I’ll be there on the sofa for the rest of the series, alternately laughing and crying, and eternally grateful that I no longer have to rub shoulders on a daily basis with people like that.

Serendipity allows me to tie together a couple of threads today. In previous posts, I’ve referred separately to Estonian kitchen sink drama and Penguin biscuits. The wonderful Boing Boing points me towards an archive of television adverts produced for State TV in Estonia during the 1980s by Harry Egipt. He wrote, directed and edited these choice items.

Check out the advert for Pinguin (Penguin) ice cream. And you thought the advert for Cadbury’s Flake was blatant? And as for the advert for minced chicken (Kanahakkliha) – I’m sure it was responsible for the nightmare I had last night.

Unless you’ve been living under a stone, or on Mars, you will have doubtless heard that Charles and Camilla are finally going to tie the knot.

I notice that the BBC’s web site was carrying one of those online polls: "Should Charles Marry Camilla" – Yes/No. I looked in vain for the third option: I don’t give a fig.

I fear that we are in for an avalanche of sentimental twaddle. Even the Dutch newspaper de Volkskrant today carried a large picture of the happy couple on its front page. Although perhaps there was a hint of Dutch humour contained in it: the picture was somewhat bizarre – Camilla and Charles are both pointing to their faces as though a bystander has just asked: "And where did you have your last zit?".

Smart Water is an interesting set of products being used to protect property. One product is an aqueous solution that contains microdots coded to the owner. Police can use this to identify who an item of stolen property belongs to.

However, for every new lock that is invented, someone will come up with a way to break it. And the ideas often come from those working in the field of security itself. Bruce Schneier is one such person. His comment on Smart Water?

"The idea is for me to paint this stuff on my valuables as proof of ownership. I think a better idea would be for me to paint it on your valuables, and then call the police."

Read more here.

– #1 in an occasional series.

Janine Gibson has a witty piece in today’s Guardian about the tyranny of the Blackberry – that insidious piece of organisational gadgetry that delivers your email to you at all hours of the day or night.

It looks so innocent and so convenient at first, but I reckon the associated addiction bears many of the hallmarks of addiction to class A drugs. What is worse is the subliminal expectation from those senior to you in the organisation that you are expected to respond instantly to their emails at all times.

Whatever happened to the pause for thought?

What is it about MSN Spaces? I have yet to find anyone out there who is even approaching my age. The vast majority seem to be students who are less than 20. And looking at what they blog about, I fear for the future of the human race. Victor Meldrew lives!