31 March 2010

The double edged drone

The latest ORG International Security Monthly Briefing , "A hint of victory?", from Professor Paul Rogers, (Professor of Peace Studies at the University of Bradford), raises the all too often forgotten or ignored lessons of guerrilla warfare history. It ranges much wider than that, but also closes in on a particular detail of modern military asymmetry:

Given the level of sophistication shown by planners in a number of paramilitary movements in recent years, it would be entirely wise to assume that such movements are no more than a decade behind the drone technologies available to western states in the planning of their actions


  • Paul Rogers, "A hint of victory?" in International Security Monthly Briefing 2010. 8(2010-03).

30 March 2010

Early technology

According to the graphical time line diagram in a paper submitted by one of my students, the first disk drive was brought out by Apple considerably earlier than I had previously realised. It seems to have been released somewhat after the crucifixion of Jesus, but well before the Roman legions left Britain...

29 March 2010

Keeping it real...

I'm browsing in a branch of an international bookstore chain. In the next aisle, a customer wants a bible as a confirmation present for her niece and has asked an assistant for help in choosing it.

“...and this is the Authorised Version," says the assistant, earnestly, "it's like the director's cut DVD of a film: it's been directly approved by the author...”

(This is not the first time or place in which I have heard the same or similar "information" being dispensed.)

27 March 2010

Teaching versus education (again)

In a comment to Old aphorisms never die..., Dr C says:

Might not aphorisms be more for the cynic in us all? This one is almost the same as we heard in medical school: "See one, do one, teach one" (i.e. anything from drawing blood, to doing a cesarean section.) Unfortunately it is sometimes true. But in a non cynical world, your doctor would be well trained. Actually, it is easier to be a doctor than a teacher, especially a pathologist or anesthesiologist. As you so rightly point out, your candidate has talent and passion as a teacher, which I assume to be his/her ability to motivate students to learn (which they do themselves and has little to do with the quantity of knowledge possessed by the teacher.)

He is, on consideration, probably right ... aphorisms in general do seem to appeal to the cynic in all of us.

My reason for elevating his comment to post, though, is the last sentence. I absolutely agree: the best educator is one who teaches nothing (hey ... did I just coin an aphorism??). The best educator is one who induces students to learn.

In the real world, we do in fact have to do both ... but the lower the ratio of teaching to learning, the greater I count my success as an educator.

14 March 2010

The naming of things

Over at TTMF, Jim Putnam has followed on from my "Old aphorisms..." post of the day before yesterday (and his own "Serendipity"). I, in my turn, hogged his comment box with a wholly excessive quantity of response.

One of the things I mentioned in that response was the (in my opinion crucial) difference between "teaching" and "education". Those who have had the misfortune to sit though any of my teacher development (I don't like "teacher training") courses will be wearily aware of this bee in my bonnet ... for anybody else who is unwise enough to ask, I refer you to my "Words, words, words" post, a couple of years ago.

12 March 2010

Old aphorisms never die ... they just get in the way

About a week ago, a post on the ever thoughtful TTMF started with the working title "An old aphorism falls away". The aphorism is a well known one: “Those who can, do; those who can't, teach; and those who can't teach, teach teachers”. The point of the post was (as the working title suggests) to recognise that the aphorism may not be true.

Since that TTMF post, I've had a discussion with someone I profoundly admire, and deeply respect, and greatly like, but with whom I could not agree. We were debating the appointment of a teacher to work with vulnerable young students – who need the very best if the education system is to pull back from the brink of failing them. He wanted to appoint a candidate whose command of subject knowledge is extensive and sure – but whose ability as a teacher has shallower foundations. I wanted to appoint one whose subject knowledge is (I freely admit) more limited, but whose talents and passion as a teacher are a wondrous joy to behold. I'm not (and could never be) a great teacher myself; but I do recognise one when I see one.

I firmly maintain that the aphorism was never true ... though I know why it exists. When I was at school, there were too many poor teachers and too few good ones; that was in a world emerging from war and only beginning the struggle to rebuild civil society. There are, of course, some bad ones still (though they are a minority), and there can never be enough good ones. But the aphorism ignores the fact that teaching, like anything else, is a skill and a gift ... and an avocation. An outstanding teacher is like an outstanding engineer, or an outstanding doctor, or an outstanding chemist: one whose abilities are precious and not to be wasted. A good or poor teacher can make or ruin lives just as much as a good or poor doctor.

Those who can, should be encouraged to do. Those who can teach should be encouraged to teach – they are not two a penny, and we desperately need them. And those who can teach teachers – yes, they should be encouraged to teach teachers, too. If teaching well is a precious skill, then so (clearly) is teaching how to teach; how can we get the best teachers, unless we give them the best in their turn?

I said, above, that “the aphorism was never true”. But aphorisms do not, in general, point towards truths; they point towards beliefs. In this case, the aphorism says nothing at all about teachers or teaching; but it says a very great deal about the society which believes it. A society which quotes that aphorism is saying “we don't greatly value education, so we don't really care whether teachers can teach well; anybody will do”.

10 March 2010

Eggsperimenting...

I did, in the end, do the eggmobile experiment – with a group of urban café teenagers. By the time we'd thought it through, it cost even more in call time than my first sight expectation; but in the scale of things it was still a cheap enough piece of research. And it enables me to hold up my head when urging others to check facts rather than believe everything they are told.

Cellphones vary in the amount of radiation they produce at the earpiece; generally speaking, it reduces with time as design improves in newer 'phones. A thorough study would look at many different combinations, but we contented ourselves with two: a pair of the latest 3G handsets, and a pair of older (1996) ones. We also set up a control: an egg sandwiched between two inactive phones which were switched off. Given the information available on Snopes, nobody expected the egg to hard boil although the possibility had to be allowed for. More plausible was a discovery that the temperature within the egg would rise detectably. Through holes drilled into each egg, we inserted temperature sensors (one in the dead centre of the egg, one against the inside of the shell at the closest point to each 'phone). The probes were attached to a data logger, and the reliable resolution of the system was 0·1°C.

To cut a long story short ... the temperatures in the egg flanked by new phones did not change at all in the hour, even at the shell closest to the 'phone. Nor did that in the control. In the egg between the older 'phones it rose by 0·3 degrees at the shell, but not by any measurable extent at the centre.

Running the older 'phone set up again with the handsets switched on but SIM cards removed, transmitters and aerials destroyed with a hot soldering iron, and the 'phone bodies wrapped in metal foil, produced exactly the same temperature results. With a 3mm layer of thin polystyrene foam added between 'phone and egg, the temperature rise disappeared entirely. It would seem that the heating cause is simply the warming up of the handset by power flow from the battery, not radiation resulting from communication. Attaching sensors to the 'phones themselves supported this: the old handsets warm up significantly in use, the new ones very little.

07 March 2010

Lights! Lights!

In response to both my "Lights!" post and Julie Heyward's comment to it, I have received the following by email from AcerOne and thought I'd reproduce it here; I've edited it down slightly, but I hope that I've kept the sense intact.

You didn't need to try very hard to convince me to try the continuous light source with beeping light – we will most certainly be giving that a go. The only problem is doubling up on the lights we have already been borrowing from our outdoor pursuit friends – decent bright ones are between £ 10 and £ 20, and to double up on both arms and legs would equal 8 lights, which in turn could be £100. I'm sure we will work a way around it though...

I say 'we' as the project is an ongoing collaboration between myself and fellow street artist FLX
[...clip ...] ... and we are thinking of working on ... [ contacts made during a previous exhibition] to allow us to display some of the images we come up with in disused shop windows around the city. That is the plan, anyway; who knows how successful we will be, but it is definitely worth a try...

One other thing which is trivial really – it wasn't a skateboarder (this time!) but a Parkour (street runner) – in effect it is skateboarding, just without the skateboard!

Julie's comment is interesting – the lights we used on the Jump Trails images were attached to both hands and ankles. He was running too fast to capture any definition of his hands, but maybe that would change with a more powerful light that 'strobed'. If you look back at the second image in that post, you can make out where he jumped from (right to left), how his arms swung to propel himself, and how his feet landed with a little forward bounce... This is what we are after!

As a side note, I'm trying to get my head around 'strobing', not to be confused with the small cycle lights we are already discussing, but using powerful flash units off of the camera and set of by remote radio. This would (hopefully!) freeze some of the action and join the light trails up to an image of the street runner/skateboarder/breakdancer...

It's all still very much an experiment and we are enjoying pushing the ideas forward..

It occurs to me that the "modelling light" (it flashes rapidly at low power) on a conventional camera top flash, manually triggered by an assistant out of frame, might conceivably provide AcerOne and FLX with scope for some initial exploration of the strobing idea. I shall write and suggest it now ... and perhaps do some experiments myself.

Fire up the eggmobile...

This morning I received one of those endlessly forwarded emails; in this case, a claimed experiment showing that the radiation from two cellphones can hard boil an egg in 65 minutes:

Snopes confirms the immediate suspicion that this is a spoof (and not a new one, though I've not encountered it before). However, I was interested by the fact that it presents an easily repeatable experiment. How many people, I wondered, try it out?

Following the audit trail of headers (why do the senders of these emails never edit down the hundreds strong lists of email addresses that led the message to them?) shows that the mean time between receiving the email and sending it on is just over one minute, with a maximum of 11 minutes ... so clearly none of those people tried the experiment before sending the message onward.

Me? I'm considering it, just to practice what I preach ... though the cost of a 65 minute cellphone call is giving me pause for thought.

Going back to the email, I particularly loved this closing line: ..always try to use your cell phone from left ear. Right ear cells are directly goes to brain...

05 March 2010

Lights!

Many moons ago, even unto the time of our forefathers ... well, it was in the 1970s, actually ... there was a long suffering young woman called Penny (to my shame, I am unable to recall her surname). She was a fabric designer, producing vivid sheets of pattern and colour which took on a life of their own as they moved.

At the same time, there was a USAmerican photographer (again, alas, I have forgotten and cannot now locate his name) who spent his time producing what he called "powerflics". These were photographic images of landscape painted at night by repeated multiple local electronic flash and by the headlights of vehicles driven around within the field of view. The result was a combination of pooled illumination on particular details and areas with lines of light which defined the contours of the ground in the dark areas.

Other influences combining at the same time: Barbara Hepworth (“moving through and over the West Riding landscape with my father in his car, the hills were sculptures; the roads defined the form”), stroboscopic flash, and (I had, at school not very long before, taken O-level Astronomy) visual fascination with the circular arc traces of stars during a long exposure.

As I have said before (ad nauseam, no doubt), art and science are for me only different ways of wondering at the same beauty of existence; photography and mathematics being my own particular ways in to them. Light painting and use of light traces are older than photography itself, but my interest was more specific than that. Both Hepworth's roads and the headlight traces in the powerflics partially described a surface under a wireframe mesh, poetically bringing together both strands. They also tapped into my concern with time as a dimension in still photographic images.

The upshot of all this was that Penny spent long night hours risking life and limb in the middle of busy road junctions as I explored this interaction of light, movement, form and time. (Why did she do this? She had no romantic interest in me. Perhaps she did occasionally get something useful to herself from my experiments. Mostly, I think, she was just a nice person, generous in her wish to help. I wish I could offer her the basic courtesy of remembering her full name.) We would fix lights and mirror fragments to her, and to swathes of her fabrics, and she would dance in the lights of passing cars. Heaven knows what the drivers of those cars thought; or why we were never interrupted by the police. The lights of the cars wove patterns around her, reflected from the mirrors, and also flared areas of the fabric into coruscating life. The lights moving with her and the fabric produced a tighter tangle of light trails within the outer shell, and smeared smaller, more subdued sweeps of fabric design through the darkness.

Fast forward thirty five years ... I'm interested in AcerOne's use of moving lights to mark out the locus traced by a moving skateboard (see also the earlier "Body flow" post) and, as a side result, to map the interaction of board rider with topography of ridden surface. Not on AcerOne's site are other images, previous experimental results leading up to those shown. In a comment to the "Jump Trails" post, I suggested flashing lights instead of, or as well as, constant ones. In response, AcerOne sent me the image of broken light trails descending a flight of steps (which I'm posting here, on the left; click for an enlarged view) with the comment that:

The previous week we had experimented with bike light and had set both the red and white/blue lights to flash mode. I actually disregarded those images as I didn't really feel like they capture the flow of body movement. Looking back on them though, they did make for interesting images, just perhaps not what I was attempting to achieve...

To an even greater extent than all those years ago, this use of light trails interests me under both my "photographer" and "mathematician" hats. A frequent concern these days, in a research communication context, is how to maximise the bandwidth of data visualisation without introducing confusion. Software designers put a lot of work into addressing this problem though development of visualisation packages such as, for example, OriginPro or Surfer. In this matter of photographic light trails, there are three main ways to differentiate between one line and another: intensity, colour, and texture.

The first, intensity, given the variation within a trace, has limited scope: a hard bright light like a car headlight can easily be distinguished from a dim diffuse one or from an illuminated surface trace, but fine distinctions are impractical – this being the price paid for very subtle and broad modulation bandwidth within each individual signal.

The second allows traces to be easily distinguished over roughly five colours (red, yellow, green, blue, and white). Although only red and white are readily purchased as strap on or clip on items, ready to go straight out of the box, white ones could easily be filtered (sweet wrappers over a torch serve the purpose in childhood games).

The third, texture, is obtained by rapidly interrupting the light source – that is, by making it flash. This option is provided on many wearable LED lights nowadays, and results in a broken line – the flashes and the gaps between them both lengthening as movement speed increases.

There is a fourth possibility, and that is use of either blurred conventional exposure traces as a slowly moving subject picks up ambient light (Penny and her fabrics, reflecting car and street lights, for instance) or sharp frozen renditions caught by one or more flashes during the exposure time (see, for instance, AcerOns'e earlier "Street light Dancing" post, or Gjon Mili's famous portraits of Pablo Picasso drawing in mid air).

In its simplest form, a flashing light is used alone (instead of a fixed one). This is what AcerOne has done in the flight of steps image shown here. The flashing can, however, also be combined with a steady light.

I discovered this by accident, when making long night exposures with the deliberate intention of combining an arc drawn by Venus with urban sodium lighting. During one of these exposures, an airliner flew across the frame. The steady navigation lights on the aircraft drew constant lines across the black of the sky while the flashing one added a precisely spaced set of brighter dots strung along the central line: an effect rather like beads on a wire (see the enlarged section of the image shown on the right). A similar effect could be obtained in AcerOne's context by strapping both steady and flashing lights next to each other on the same wrist or ankle – and emphaised, perhaps, by choosing white for the steady light and red for the flashing one (or vice versa).

I am, currently, working on persuading AcerOne to carry out this experiment for me. If that fails, I shall have to do it myself. I don't have his ready supply of skateboarding acquaintances, so I may have to go out and bribe or bully some children into assisting me ... unless, of course ... I wonder what Penny is doing these days...?


  • Extracts from Barbara Hepworth, A Pictorial Autobiography, Bath 1971 and London, 1985: Tate Gallery.

03 March 2010

Write me a picture

I frequently say that sculpture is the visual-plastic art with which photography has most in common. Beyond the visual-plastic, however, there are other close relations. I recently characterised Julie Heyward's "non-bird" compositions as sculptural; I could with equal validity have described her avian sets (such as Slow dance, on which I was commenting at the time) as performance pieces.

And then there are writers whose activities strongly over lap with those of photographers. Poets do it most often; short story writers come next. Contemporary novelists more often tap in to the collective visual memory expanded by television, cinema, photography and other lens based media, but some do still specialise in constructing photographic images of their own from distilled words. The following is taken from The memory keeper's daughter:

It was a long time before she opened her eyes, and then she was startled by both the darkness and the beauty all around: a small oblong of light, reflected off the glass doorknob, quivering on the wall. Paul's new blanket, lovingly knit, cascading like waves from the crib. And on the dresser David's daffodils, delicate as skin and almost luminous, collecting the light from the hall.


  • Kim Edwards, The memory keeper's daughter [1964: III]. 2007, London: Penguin Books. 9780141030142 or 0141030143 (pbk)