31 October 2009

Down by the sea

“Wide is the ocean, sweet gravity...” while that refrain from Cerys Matthews’ song1 Ocean is intended as poetic metaphor, it is also appropriate to a scientific computing view of things. The size (roughly two thirds of planetary surface area) and mass (on the order of a quintillion tonnes, sloshing around daily under tidal pull) of the oceans are central to their importance and there is little on earth, from its core to the limits of atmosphere or from microbes to tectonics, that can be treated meaningfully without reference to these huge bodies of water and dissolved solutes.

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  1. Cerys Matthews, “Ocean”, on Cockahoop. 2003, London: Warner Music. 2564-60306-2

27 October 2009

More just-like-that...


Further developments in the tale of the 360° protractor and the responsive publisher ("Just like that", 25 October).

I've just received a notification that the addition of a protractor direction option has been applied already and is in place with any new download. Not in a few weeks, but now.

Having fetched the new file and updates ... sure enough, there it is. Click on the zero degrees radius and an option box comes up; choose the direction of measurement either as a temporary selection or as default, and click OK. (To see the details you'll need to click for a full size view.)

Less than five days from query to implementation. Wonderful.

Strange phenomena*

An article in this morning's Irish Times caught my eye, and has continued to trickle through my mind as I try to disentangle my thinking about it.

In a nutshell: a clairvoyant has been predicting appearances by the virgin Mary, crowds have flocked to Knock as a result, and a bishop is asking that people stay away in the interests of authenticity.

As an atheist, I should perhaps know better than to try and make dispassionate, objective sense of a clash between religion and superstition ... but I find myself drawn along winding philosophical avenues into a philosophical labyrinth from which there is no return.

Yesterday I heard that “a large illustrated book publisher is looking for high-quality images of the unusual and the unknown”. The publisher concerned has simply tagged the request "phenomena"; a picture agency seeking to fulfill the request compiled a set of examples which broadly come under the heading "paranormal phenomena" – which is reasonable in the context, but set me thinking that the once firmly scientific word "phenomena" probably now means, to most ears, exactly that.

But all "phenomena" are not equal. One of my neighbours (who describes himself as “an uncompromising atheist – but an uncompromisingly protestant one”) supports the bishop's call with the observation that “apparitions may be real or they may be nonsense, but they shouldn't be confused with phenomena”.

Today, Dirk Dusharme points out to me by email (in connection with an entirely separate subject) that belief is belief and one cannot argue with that: one can only agree or disagree.

(Scientists, of course, have beliefs just like anyone else ... and so do atheists: they are just different beliefs.)


  • *Kate Bush, "Stange phenomena" on The kick inside. 1979: EMI Records.

26 October 2009

Photesia

I was led to Riley and his story by a post on Unreal Nature, and spent several hours there or with the downloaded PDF. I spent some of that time crying.

Since I am stealing Julie's discovery, I'll make an exception and not give a reference to the site; you can get there via her post: "Concrete reality".



Update:

Just over a month later I posted the above, the balance of obligations has changed.

For the long term, here is the URL for Riley and his story:
http://www.rileyandhisstory.com/

25 October 2009

Just like that...

Responsiveness in a software publisher or supplier is always welcome, and more common than is often realised, but I've just experienced a particularly impressive case.

On Thursday, I downloaded a 30 day trial copy of FX Draw 3 – part of FX MathPack, a suite of mathematics resources for the secondary education market by Australian publisher Efofex and available in the UK from Chartwell-Yorke).

I had in mind buying a copy for use on a laptop with all the neighbourhood teenagers who drop in hopefully for assistance with homework, and in the café based outreach work with which I'm involved. Since the next topic likely to come up is bearings, I skipped to the angle measure resources and specifically to the onscreen protractors.

There are two protractors: 180° and 360°. Both are very flexible and intuitive to use: they can be drawn on the fly, during an explanation, in less than a second, with one flick of the mouse. For bearings work, the 360° is by far the preferable one ... but bearings are measured clockwise from north, and this protractor showed the full three hundred and sixty degrees only in the counterclockwise direction. After fiddling and exploring on my own for a bit, I emailed a query to Chartwell-Yorke.

On Friday I received a reply from Efofex: no, there was no clockwise scale, but they would add one.

Today, Sunday, another Efofex email dropped into my inbox: a clockwise scale on 360 degree protractors has been added to FX Draw (that's a sneak preview of it in the illustration – as always, click it for a larger view) and will appear in the next release (no date as yet for that release, which has to include other developments, but it's expected “in a few weeks”.)

You really can't fault that.

19 October 2009

A prize worth having?

A thought provoking discussion from Paul Rogers (of Bradford University's Department of Peace Studies, and the Oxford Research Group) of the Nobel peace prize recently awarded to Barack Obama.

Whatever your views, it's worth reading the route by which Professor Rogers reaches his conclusion:

It is easy enough to argue that the award of the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize to President Barack Obama is at best premature and at worst a wasted opportunity. Putting it in context, though, and relating it to the possibility of progress on two of the crucial issues of the day - nuclear proliferation and climate change – it is far less clear that it was a bad decision. If, instead, it turns out to be one further factor that aids progress on these issues, then the 2009 Prize may turn out to be a much more far-sighted decision than many people believe.


18 October 2009

Weekend egg blogging

My fascination with the infinite variations possible on an emptied eggshell continues.

Eggshells don't compare with crab shells , but ... here is this weekend's eggstract from the ongoing reggord.

16 October 2009

Down through the layers of song

At JSBlog, Ray Girvan extols the joys of song "with layers of meaning".

Thinking about that, I realise that it holds the key to something about my own musical preferences which I have struggled to explain – to others or to myself.

On one hand, and it's perhaps the major strand, I have always been drawn to song lyrics; if they are backed up by good music, that's important too, but the lyrics come first. It started with attraction to storytelling songs (Woody Guthrie was an early childhood avourite) and then, in my teens, developed into "literary" ones. I love the verbal acrobatics of Catatonia, for instance, such as the line “so she buys wet fish” (in the Equally Cursed & Blessed song "She's a millionaire") which Matthews sang in such a way that “so she” slurred into “sushi” or the opening play on "treasure chest".

But then, on the other hand, I am primarily attracted to Kate Bush not by the lyrics (though they are interesting in themselves) but by the astonishing things she does with her voice.

Reading Ray's comments, I realise that layers of meaning are the key in both cases. Catatonia play with verbalised layers; Bush with the emotional effects of melody; both invite multiple readings of the result. Not that I reach the levels of layering displayed by Ray's German and Icelandic examples, but the principle is there.

So that's that sorted then; on to the next thing...

11 October 2009

Reclamation

New image set here.

UP!

Nearly four months ago, TTMF's Jim Putnam recommended the new Pixar film UP:

I've just seen it, and it's wonderful – especially the beautifully done opening sequence in which Carl Fredricksen conceives his hero worship of explorer Charles Muntz, meets his lifelong sweetheart Ellie, grows up, marries, grows old, is bereaved.

Fredrickson reminded me of a mutual (to Jim and to me) friend, Mac: a brusque front with a warm and generous heart behind it.

10 October 2009

There is someone in the garden, dear

Geoff Powell sent this priceless image to me under the title There is someone in the garden, dear, and I couldn't resist sharing it.

(I don't have Geoff's permission to do this; I may have to pull it when I've reached him to ask consent.)

Update: Geoff kindly gives consent, so it will stay.

09 October 2009

Epiphany on a rainy day

There's nothing quite like discovering anew something small but well known.

Today I had a meeting in a café near St Stephens. That was a pleasure in itself, since I always enjoy discovering new cafés and have somehow missed this one, but since I arrived too early I slipped into the nearby library for a while.

Once in there I drifted to the photography section, pulled out a book of photographs at random without looking at titles, and sat down in a chair.

The book turned out to be a volume of portraits by Bruce Davidson. I know Davidson's work reasonably well, but not this ten year old volume – like the café, a new thing hidden in plain sight.

The portraits span four decades, from the early 1960s to the late 1990s. The subjects are all well known – the cover image shows Clark Gable, Marilyn Monroe and others, messing around during the making of The misfits, and turning the pages we see Samuel Beckett, Robert Kennedy, Allen Ginsberg... but a viewer from another time or place who knew nothing of their celebrity would enjoy them just as much, because what holds the eye and heart is not identity but insight and sheer visual quality.

Looking at this gallery of rich, sensuous images, the recognition was not “this is so and so” or “that's such and such” but “this man looks fragile” or “she looks formidable” – and, at the same time, “I want to reach my hands into the deep glowing light of this pool and lift out that beautiful form”.

I only had fifteen minutes. Then it was time to slide the book back into its place on the shelf, cross the road in the rain, and enter the café. But I had the same feeling of renewal as I get from a day's solitary hiking in empty country. The rain glowed with the same light and depth as Davidson's photographs. The reward that can be derived from an investment of fifteen minutes is often too little appreciated.


  • Bruce Davidson, Bruce Davidson : portraits. New York, 1999: Aperture. 0893818518 or 9780893818517

In two minds

I find myself in two minds about the declared intention of General Dannatt (recently departed head of the British army) to enter politics.

Put aside, for now, the fact that his chosen party is not one that I can support; in a democracy, that is neither here nor there. The general (pun unintentional) principle is what matters to me here.

It's probably a local principle, both spatially and temporally, rather than a universal one. There are societies where interpenetration of military and the civil body politic are the norm and, while I wouldn't choose any of them as a model, criticism of them is not my purpose here. More relevantly, the US regards military service as a definite electoral plus in a political CV. The US also offers in the person of Colin Powell a recent example of a general who, while part of a political party and an administration with which I could find no common ground, could teach most politicians much about honesty, dignity and integrity. European liberal democracies, however, differ in many significant ways from the US.

The European experience of soldiers in politics has not been a happy one. Within my lifetime, several of its constituent states have either experienced or feared military usurpation of civil power. Even in Britain itself, when I was in my twenties, the prospect of a "soft" military coup d'état was seriously discussed in some quarters.

The Britain of fifty to a hundred years ago was comfortable with leaders who came from military backgrounds. That was also a time when it was also comfortable with aristocratic influence on both military and government. The Britain of today is a very different place and, while I would be the first to admit that not all changes have been for the better, by and large I would not turn back the clock. One change has been an implicit, undeclared, and still shallow rooted, but tentatively real and strengthening, separation of army and state.

I do believe that General Dannatt has only the best and most honourable reasons for entering politics. He passionately and seriously believes that the way men and women under his command have been used in Afghanistan is insupportable. He equally believes that his responsibility to those men and women requires that he carry the argument on their behalf into the corridors of power where it stands a chance of being won. I respect him for that, sympathise with the drive, and applaud his determination to follow his conscience.

And he is not, for the moment at least, to be a politician himself; he is to be an advisor to one party. Nor is he the first to do so; though his decision to declare so soon after relinquishing such a senior position, at such an electorally emotive time, makes a big difference.

But the principle of separation seems to me, at this particular moment, the most important thing. Any appearance of linkage between military and party politics could undo thirty years of progress and undermine principles which Dannatt himself supports.

08 October 2009

Oh, he's gone? Yes he's gone, gone, gone...*

Unreal Nature comments, pointedly, of me that “...[he] used to have a good blog, but he NEVER posts any more...”.

Point, and rebuke, taken. It's a fair cop, guv.

The same is true of correspondence with neglected friends, many of whom must think I've disappeared into Færie...

I blame quantum effects on the structure of time ... I could make excuses, but, hey, you've heard them all before ... I shall (for the umpteenth time, at least) try to do better... but of course you've heard that before, too...


*Suzanne Vega, Neighborhood girls.