Sunday, August 30, 2009

[good old boat] woody and pleasing to the eye


This is a reply to the post on favourite things by Tom Paine:

It wouldn't hold a candle to today's plastic fantastics, speedwise but this 20 foot wooden catamaran was designed by the father of Australian catamaraning, Charlie Cunningham, a man I was priviliged to meet shortly before his death [no comments please].

In that one afternoon in his enlarged garage, with the Little America's Cup winning Quest in straps hanging from the roof above us, he taught me the principle of design, of buoyancy and centre of effort, of rocker and freeboard.

And who was I? A nobody except that I was building a B class at the time and wanted to know a couple of things, certainly not all I learnt that day. This was the nature of a purist who loved his field and was willing to to share on it. I'll never forget that afternoon and I actually ended up with a B2, for those it means something to.


It's not nostalgia. Surely it's just a love of pleasing lines and natural materials which makes me determine, with approaching age, that I'd never have anything but a wooden boat with either a gaff rig or something else traditional, most certainly with golden spars and tanbark sails.

Graham Chapman summed it up for me:

[garden quiz] try these three

Simple - identify the name of the famous garden:

1. From Russia with Love

2. From Wales

3. From Iran

Answers

Peterhof, Powis Castle, Golshan garden

[fine machinery] inspires confidence

[blogging returnees] four of late

Damon is back, this time in harness. Pop over and congratulate them both. So is Jams back, but not as a Blind Owl. L'Ombre is also back with a couple of posts, including his inimitable Olive Tree blogging. Tim Worstall you're already aware has returned. As others return, I'll post on them.

Some nice things coming up this evening at 19:18 [quite exciting for me] and 20:00 [sweet delight] respectively.

[brownadder] and the new spacebook

If you like your satire dry, you could do worse than this series:

Brownadder the Second Rate
by Bill Quango

Still chuckling.

Meanwhile, in tech news, Angus has this up ... no, let me start again ... Angus has posted this on the Spacebook, among other things:

The dual-screen laptop is aimed at professional video editors, photographers and designers who need to flick between different applications to carry out their work.

But anyone willing to meet the expected $3,000 (£1,835) price tag should be warned that the double screen is likely to push the weight of the Spacebook significantly above standard laptops.

Well, for a start, I'd hardly classify myself as an IT professional and yet such a thing would be more than useful - even the 17 inch Mac is constricted for the things I wish to do on it [no quips, please] and the price tag of the Spacebook is hardly one that a Mac buyer would balk at. I say well done and I, for one, will be looking at this idea.


[tom cruise] rumour magnet but possibly just awkward and shy


This is one of those "much better than I could ever write" pieces so I'm lifting it, holus-bolus, from the Age:

Has any star ever been the subject of more rumour-mongering than Tom Cruise? According to a multitude of new and old allegations: he's gay; he's impotent; his sperm count is too low to father a child; his first marriage, to actress Mimi Rogers, disintegrated under the pressure of her sexual frustration; his second wife, Nicole Kidman, left him on the expiry of her 10-year marriage contract with him; Mrs Cruise III, Katie Holmes, is also under contract but with the added proviso of falling pregnant to him; their child, Suri Cruise, is not his and her actual biological father is either actor Chris Klein or deceased Scientology founder, L Ron Hubbard, via frozen sperm; while his adopted children were purchased from impoverished Scientology adherents.

Tom Cruise has died at least once - most recently last year, when he fell to his death in notorious celebrity danger zone New Zealand; he's demonstrated his genius for typecasting by giving Victoria Beckham the role of an alien princess in a film about Scientology; he's built a bunker in Colorado in which to shelter from the wrath of intergalactic warrior Xenu; and most enduringly, he's said to be hopelessly devoted to alleged fellow Scientologist Will Smith, from which the need for contract wives arises. Will Smith has publicly defended Tom Cruise and his faith but denies membership in the church of Scientology.

In fact, there is not a shred of evidence to support any of these stories and most have been either retracted when legally tested or disproved by the conflicting accounts of informed witnesses. Yet, they persist. Mud sticks, as they say, but in Tom Cruise's case, it seems that no amount of PR detergent can cleanse his public image. But why?

What is about him that leads people to believe and propagate such unlikely tales?

I'd put in, first and foremost, that his name, Cruise, is an immediate turn-off, a fabricated Mr. Cool name, even though there is the pesky little matter of it actually happening to be his real name.

He is a short-a--e, let's face it, a small man in manner, much smaller even than me and I'm not big. This does not endear. Look at Dustin Hoffman and then look at Danny de Vito. The difference is that the former tries to come across as Mr. Cool and can't pull it off. De Vito has none of that baggage and even parodies himself, so we can like him more.

Cruise has this thing about being taken oh so seriously and he can't do it. He also has these annoying habits like his pushing of his faith, [I'm ever mindful of my own position here], his bouncing on the sofa like a kid, the way he screws up his face but the intolerance also rankles, such as when he allegedly told a clearly mocking interviewer, on the subject of scientiology, "Fuck you!" Now that doesn't seem too Christian in most eyes although I've been known to use a few expletives in conversation with my mate and still believe in G-d.

It rankles with the public though.

Andrew Morton, makes the point that in 1996, Tom Cruise became the first actor to star in five consecutive films grossing over $US100 million at the American box office. His career is commercially unrivalled and over the years he's slowly but surely won over the critics as well - with one famous exception.

Pauline Kael, the New Yorker's now deceased, but still influential film critic, had no time for Cruise's dynamically intense screen presence. She panned his acting style as "patented" complaining that it "produces nothing but fraudulence".

Is he a good actor? I don't know. I think he is - he was excellent and even chilling in Interview with the Vampire, a film which also showcased Brad Pitt's considerable talent as an actor. Whatever one might personally feel about the two of them, perhaps you might concede that they can both act.

So what's the problem? Why should we be concerned at all about Tom Kat? Is it jealousy of his success? I don't think so. Most of the people I've ever conversed with on the issue are just worried that there's something wrong about him, something implausible. I feel well-qualified to write about this because there are many who think the same about me - that there are always question marks next to my name. Do I contrive to create this? I can say no but it happens nonetheless.

Perhaps in this is the key to Tom Cruise. So we get this:

As Morton describes it, "Those who have interviewed him and even audited him have come away from an encounter feeling that they have been subjected to a performance rather than a personality." This sentiment is echoed by Ariel Leve in The Sunday Times where she writes that in interviews Cruise "engages but at the same time is disengaged". A less charitable assessment quoted by Morton comes from an unnamed former colleague who sums up Cruise's persona as being "bland as tofu but without the flavour".

Similarly, I had a headmaster once sit me down in his living room and ask me, "I want to know what really makes James Higham tick." I couldn't tell him. It's not that I wouldn't - I couldn't. In my case, it's a deeply ingrained sense of privacy which leads to a sort of putting on of an act to keep people at bay. People always suspect someone [other than them] who want their privacy so much that their defensive mechanisms are too smooth.

Is this the case with Tom Cruise? He certainly allows quite a bit to escape to the public and the public don't like what they see. So he goes back into his shell and then he's accused of not being real. The man can't seem to win. He just seems awkward, to me, with some kooky ideas and each time he interfaces with the real world, he gets kicked, so he goes back into the shell of his private world, only coming out through his art.

Look, has anyone considered that Cruise is basically shy? Shy people have a hell of a time. I should know because I'm shy and please don't guffaw and spill your coffee at that.

Andrew Morton [concludes]: "What you see is not what you get". In Morton's view, Cruise's winning smile and buoyant charisma masks an "edgy, threatening, and even sinister" personality whose greatest challenge is playing himself.

That's surely the long and the short of it, isn't it?

To me, there are two kinds of secretive people - those with a Real Secret or Twenty to conceal and those who imagine they have but simply haven't, nothing really bad anyway. The former tend to be oily and in control but very brittle when threatened, the latter tend to be charming but honest ... in control and very brittle when threatened. How to tell them apart?

Difficult.

Tom Cruise comes across, to me, as the latter type. All right, he might have some tax issues, he might not. There doesn't seem too much else he could be up to unless he's a Manchurian Candidate or an alleged Illuminati trainer like, say, Kristofferson or Jerry Lee Lewis or allegedly one of Them like Bob Hope. I'd imagine it would be hard for an intense, shy man to also be an action hero to one half of the populace. Hard to combine the two, you would think.


[olympics] the new fahrenheit 451

This is actually a worry and alarm bells are ringing:

Martha Lane Fox has told the BBC, as the government's new Digital Champion charged with getting millions online who are not yet connected to the internet, that she wanted a "virtual race" to coincide with preparations for the 2012 Olympics.

There are so many things about it. Firstly, she is precisely that type of Blair Babe, the right age [meaning too young to be making policy moves which affect out lives], idealistic, talented, ambitious, undereducated [by definition if she went through the PC indoctrinating school system of the last 30 years] and yet conformist and starry eyed at being "selected" by the big boys - precisely the type of "nice" person one meets all over New Britain and whom ageing men in power [as I formerly was] are wont to promote and part and parcel of the "anything new must be good with govspeak attached to it" and let's all suddenly get on on the internet and support this worthy cause and this lovely young lady.

Except that the reasons the government wants us all online I don't buy in the least and the Olympics are just as much a smokescreen as 7/7 and will usher in draconian measures in crowd control and legitimize the CCTVing and control freak measures they wanted in in the first place. It happened in Australia two years ago, behind a smokescreen and this is a tried and tested technique. There is much precedent.

I've often wondered how, when everything is pointing to command and control in this society, that we, the bloggers, can get away with the most outrageous statements and no one seems to mind, even if we are monitored. It is so opposite to all the other moves out there that I've long suspected what the game plan has in mind, vis-s-vis us.

This statement through the innocuous enthusiasm of a young lady gives an inkling of big brother - millions on line by 2012 who have not been on before.

Chilling.

[winnie the pooh] crosses the cultural divide


It's good to go to official sites from time to time to get the official line. One such site is Dipnote, the U.S. State Department blog, which made a plea to be given a chance when it first began:

Granted, we're new at this, but just ask that you give the blog a chance. It's an open forum where you can actually discuss foreign policy issues with State Department officials and fellow bloggers. The question of the week this week is "What will life in Cuba be like after Castro?"

To be fair, that site has done well and is more a National Geographic of the blogosphere now. Where it gets interesting and sometimes amusing is the totalitarian sites, such as the Chinese Government's site, where the spin on such people as the Dalai Lama is interesting to read, given that the world knows the Chinese government's attitude already.

Thus we have "more than ten political organizations protesting the visit of the Dalai Lama to Taiwan" and so on. Today's nifty little vid is the Chinese government spokesperson explaining to us about the Winnie the Pooh production "very popular with children and even some adults".

"The famous cuddly bear is regarded as one of the most lovable, honest and friendly cartoon characters", presumably The Three Virtues of Character to which all should aspire. Listening to Winnie deliver his lines in Mandarin, [correct me if I have the language wrong here], is an education in itself. "In the show, he gives good advice to the youngsters, about eating healthy food like honey ... and doing exercises every day."

There is then an interview with a technician about the new technology and you can see this in the wonky Chinatube called, believe it or not "CCTV". Do they see anything ironic in that? I suppose one can be too cynical, a relic of the decadent west and not one of The Three Virtues of Character - to look at the Chinese children's faces of wonder and even bewilderment, one should be ashamed of one's bemusement, if one were so inclined, as one ought to be.

A cute interview follows with one of the tots:

The wholesome information the performance conveys impresses not only the children, but also their parents.

"I love Piglet, who do you like?"

"I love Piglet too!"

"Besides Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore is my favorite too. The lovely donkey. And you?"

"Yes."

This was the sort of thing I was involved with in Russia and my task was to lift the dialogue and dissertations out of the cultural context of the host and into the idiom of English.

They are the most dedicated people in trying to be authentic and not to be held up to ridicule and I imagine the Chinese would be the same. Once, when I could barely conceal a smile at the way one girl had expressed herself, she asked me, point blank, what she had said wrong and the last thing I wanted to be was patronizing because her English was excellent and my Russian only rudimentary, so I knew my place.

I said that the way she'd spoken it, with those Russian mannerisms and the slightest of accents, was actually delightful to English ears.

"No, no," she was horrified, "I want to do it correctly."

"It was correct, perfectly correct but even the things you chose to speak on and your mannerisms were quite Russian in nature. As for your accent, in Britain, it would be very highly regarded, especially by the boys." Then I explained one of the reasons Anne Boleyn had been such a hit at the English court. She wasn't satisfied though and wanted to be "perfect".

So it was not to mock the parents, teachers and children that I wrote as I did above - it's a very rewarding field and a win-win situation.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

[argentinian bloggette] do they know about hat tipping in buenos aires

Argentinian bloggette ** Superchic has this:

A continuación copio el resultado de una encuesta que se realizó en un blog ( no argentino) sobre algunas mujeres over 40. Por favor, leer bien la lista, miren quien aparece con 2 votos!




That's rather interesting because I seem to recall this post as well on sexiest women over 43. Should I be flattered or flattened?

** Cherie reports virus alert for the Superchic site, so I've removed the link.

[late evening listening] arranging life in its correct order



Women make us men look really shallow and they always occupy the high moral ground. We don't arrange it all in our minds the way they do. We don't dwell on every aspect, prioritizing them and reordering them in response to any new nuance. Women read things into our actions which are simply not there, they hear things in our intonation and in our little pregnant silences which speak volumes to them but not to us.

I always feel so inferior talking with a woman because she watches you and takes in every gesture, every hesitation. Don't get me wrong, I can think, I can feel, I can express my feelings but I don't think things through to the nth degree like women. I'm more likely to say, "Right, do we have an agreement then?" and she'll reply, "What did you mean by looking that way when you asked, 'Do we have an agreement then?'?"

They don't care more than us or less than us - we care long after it's over and they've moved on but they are more intense when together. We're more intense when we're away from them, if we love them. We can paint pictures with words and caress them with them and we can gaze at them intensely so that they blush but they know better if we mean it or not.

This is more like us: