Friday, June 10, 2005

A big three

Don't know why, but I'm interested in web design -- fonts, colors, placement of content.... all that. Logos too. Here's one that caught my eye. Its in a category called "blur," though to me the design shows a lot more than that technique. I like its use of shading, particularly the high-lighting. And I like how it reveals more of itself as you continue to view it (at least that's my experience). I like particularly that the red shapes seem to be representational, but I can't say what they might represent. As you can see the image is from a site dedicated to the subject.
Logo Trends 2005

by Bill Gardner

LogoLounge.com’s Third Annual Visual Trends Report

The word “trend” seems to raise the little hairs on the back of some designers’ necks. Everybody wants to be a you-know-what-setter; no one wants to acknowledge the aftermath. But as we march toward LogoLounge.com’s fifth anniversary, we’ve discovered that trends have become something impossible — and maybe unwise — to ignore.


I picked this up on blogdex.net

Sunday, April 17, 2005

another posting on global economics

I continue to read about the global economy and particularly the relations of China and the U.S. It's widely recognized that there's a precarious imbalance involving the two countries, in which Europe, Japan, and the rest of the world are deeply involved. There's general agreement on what's needed to redress the balance. Paul Volcker recently stated the matter succinctly: "It's not that it is so difficult intellectually to set out a scenario for a "soft landing" and sustained growth. There is a wide area of agreement among establishment economists about a textbook pretty picture: China and other continental Asian economies should permit and encourage a substantial exchange rate appreciation against the dollar. Japan and Europe should work promptly and aggressively toward domestic stimulus and deal more effectively and speedily with structural obstacles to growth. And the United States, by some combination of measures, should forcibly increase its rate of internal saving, thereby reducing its import demand." [See An Economy On Thin Ice, By Paul A. Volcker, Washington Post, Sunday, April 10, 2005; Page B07.]

Of American consumers, Volcker said: "We fill our shops and our garages with goods from abroad, and the competition [between foreign and domestic industries] has been a powerful restraint on our internal prices. It's surely helped keep interest rates exceptionally low despite our vanishing savings and rapid growth." This helps explain what has been a mystery to me: the amazingly low interest rates in the U.S. which have been a major force behind over-the-top consumption and consumer indebtedness.

To me it seems another reason for our low interest rates comes from the preference for U.S. treasury bonds shown by foreign investors and foreign national banks. Their demand for our debt instruments -- in other words, their eagerness to buy the securities that fund our national debt -- helps keep interest rates low. Given its unbelievable size, there is no way we Americans can fund our own debt -- could not even if we cut back on personal indebtedness and increased the amount we save. [For more on the size of the debt see $7,782,816,546,352 In Debt, Washington Post, Washington, April 10, 2005.]

Foreign investors help fund our debt because they've decided the balance of risk and returns is favorable: the prospects of the U.S. economy are better than elsewhere and the U.S. is a relatively safe place to put money. This confidence in our economy and stability is not guaranteed into the future, of course -- as Volcker and heaps of others point out. Foreign national banks help fund our debt for different reasons. The main one has to do with exports of goods that American consumers purchase and the main player is China. China, and other Asian export nations, buy U.S. debt so they can keep artificially low the value of their own currencies. If they did not do this, their currencies would increase in value relative to the dollar and the prices of the goods they sell to Americans would rise. I think I could explain why this is so, but don't want to take the space to do it here, so -- for the time being anyway -- let's just accept it as a well-attested fact.

Trouble lies ahead, obviously, if the confidence of foreign investors is shaken or if foreign national banks decide their continued accumulation of dollars is contributing less and less value to the national economy. The confidence of foreign investors is easily shaken; there are lots of potential triggers: for example, the projection of big increases in the price of oil would be a big one; another might be a big decline in expectations about the ability of the U.S. government to manage the economy; and an obvious third would be the onset of a recession in the U.S., which might be caused by a sudden contraction in the U.S. housing market (the popping of the real estate bubble).

The heads of foreign national banks might change their minds about accumulating dollars if the continued slide in the value of the dollar were to reach a point where the "cost" in holding the dollars was too high relative to the value of the exports that the accumulation sustains. As with foreign investors, I think the main decision-factor is one of confidence -- their faith, that is, in the strength of the U.S. consumer market; in other words the ability of Americans to continue buying the goods they produce.

As Volcker said: "at some point, both central banks and private institutions will have their fill of dollars."

There's nothing very new in all of this. What I've read lately that adds nuances to it has mainly to do with emerging markets. Most surprisingly, Sub-Saharan Africa is experiencing substantial, and apparently sustainable growth. But the impact of that growth is far in the future. There's more immediate interest in how China's economic success is making the Chinese people into consumers as never before. Though the individual Chinese citizen does not rival the individual American in purchasing power, the numbers of Chinese is so large that the effect will, in a relatively short time, be enormous. This is not a new insight, but some implications are interesting, mainly that there will be increased demand for oil and other of the world's resources (ore, agricultural products, ...) and prices will rise. And, as has not been much noticed until now, the economic growth potential of its neighbor, India, is also somewhat stratospheric. China and India are not blind to these expectations and have recently been talking about ways they can help each other grow faster. See for example this good article in the New York Times: India and China Are Poised to Share Defining Moment (By Somini Sengupta and Howard W. French, April 10, 2005). The authors say:
For the United States and the rest of the world, the effects of the sudden awakening of the Asian giants could be profound. In the years ahead, it may mean more downward pressure on wages, the outsourcing of more jobs, greater competition for investment and higher prices for scarce resources. ... Chinese-made toys, toasters and televisions have proliferated across the Indian marketplace. On any given day, a shopper at Chandni Chowk market in Delhi can pick up a Ganesha idol, or electric versions of the traditional oil lamps,or water pistols used to splash passers-by during the spring festival of Holi - all made in China. ... India exports raw materials for China's booming construction industry, largely ore, iron and plastic, and its pharmaceutical companies have begun producing drugs for the Chinese market. ... Indian software services companies, too, have set up shop in China for development and customer support. At least one Indian company, Zensar Technologies, has set up a joint venture with a Chinese firm and is bidding on a large e-government contract in one Chinese province.


Interestingly, at least in public, the two giant countries, which have been political enemies in the past, now see not only potential synergies, but also ways they can learn from each other. Expressed as an Indian challenge to China, the NYT article says:
Chinese have also begun openly to question the kind of growth their authoritarianism has spawned.

"We are using too many raw materials to sustain this growth," said Pan Yue, China's environment minister, in a recent interview with the German magazine Der Spiegel. "To produce goods worth $10,000, for example, we need seven times more resources than Japan, nearly six times more than the United States and, perhaps most embarrassing, nearly three times more than India. "Things can't, nor should they, be allowed to go on like that," he said.

Others worry about China's seeming addiction to large investment, which leads to huge waste and steep cyclical downturns, a shaky financial system imperiled by a huge burden of nonperforming loans, and rampant official corruption.

"In India there is a lot more room to move around," said Zhang Jun, director of the China Center for Economic Studies at Fudan University in Shanghai. "Their capital markets are good, their banking sector is better than in China, and there is entrepreneurialism everywhere in India, along with well-protected intellectual property rights. All of these are things that China lacks."

Pressed for a prediction, Mr. Zhang said he saw the two countries' positions converging within 15 or 20 years, by which time they may rank as the two largest economies in the world, if still far below the United States and other top economies in terms of per capita wealth.


The implications of this growth potential are worth putting in a broader context. The populations of the industrial nations are aging. As Mr. Zhang says, the per-capita wealth of these populations will remain high. An implication of this greying of the industrial nations is worth pointing out. In an IMF press conference held last Wednesday, Raghuram Rajan (who is director of the IMF research department and one of my favor sources of info on the global economy) said
Rich countries should be saving more and ... poor countries should be investing more. [The rich ones] should be sending capital to younger, poorer developing countries. This will enable Adrian and Becky to draw on their foreign investments in their old age even while the younger, increasingly skilled Abebe or Nafisa receive the capital to remain productive today.


So, Volcker says what needs to be done in the short term: reduction of U.S. debt, increases in savings of U.S. households, improvements in the economies of Europe and Japan, and increased flexibility in exchanges rates for Asian currencies. And Rajan says what needs to be done in the long term: a wholesale restructuring of the world economy so that money that now flows into the U.S. to fund our deficits is redirected to investment in developing economies and, U.S. consumerism gives way to saving and participation in this world investment. At this point there aren't many signs of either of these transitions taking place. As Rajan says, the attitude of world leaders seems to be "like St. Augustine's 'Lord, give me chastity, but not just yet.' ... We are running out of time, and markets may not be willing to wait until after the next election. The world needs action now."



Many have pointed out that one of the best ways to show how we're running out of time is to think about oil. It's a limited resource, of course. Demand for it is high and supplies are somewhat vulnerable (think how much of U.S. foreign policy is aimed at assuring that we'll have enough of it). There's also increasing competition for it. As Rajan points out, the Asian export nations run on imported oil and, as their populations become wealthier, "even at a conservative estimate, over the next quarter of a century China should see car ownership multiply 15 times, and India will be only a little behind." An oil crisis could easily provoke a world economic crisis.

As I said at the beginning, America's low interest rates have been a mystery to me. It helps to have Volcker's explanation that they're partly the result of competition: the low-prices charged for clothing produced in China and the low wages of services that have been outsourced to India, for example. I hope it's obvious that they're also a result of the confidence that foreign investors and foreign national bankers have placed in the U.S. economy. Their funding of our deficits -- their high demand for U.S. investments -- keep our rates low. Put differently, at one remove, you might say that the fears Europeans have over the inability of Europe to afford its welfare state and the continuing difficulties the Japanese have in pulling out of their decade-long recession are keeping U.S. interest rates low.

One outcome of low interest rates has been the U.S. consumer orgy that helps fuel Chinese growth. Another that you don't see discussed as much is the great increase in the value of U.S. housing. On Crooked Timber, John Quiggin discusses the housing aspect in a posting called The market can stay irrational longer than you can stay solvent. He points out that as low interest rates have driven house prices up, Americans have refinanced and used the proceeds to increase their consumption, but they've also, as we all know, bought bigger and ever more costly houses to live in. He also points out what should be obvious, that buying bigger and bigger houses makes sense only if you believe that the economy is going to continue growing -- and your income rising -- so that you can afford to have your money tied up in this asset and all that's required to maintain it (taxes included). In fact he says, "The asset values we are observing make sense only if a substantial acceleration in the rate of economic growth is imminent. And without such an acceleration, the arithmetic of compound interest will produce a blowout in the current account deficit, necessitating a sharp, and probably painful, adjustment process." There's a good chance the bubble will burst.

There's a front-page article in today's Washington Post on the absurdities of the house market in the Washington DC metro area [In Real Estate Fever, More Signs of Sickness; Some Economists Warn of Housing Bubble, By Daniela Deane, Sunday, April 17, 2005; Page A01] It says prices here have risen 89 percent in the past 5 years and interest rates are on the rise, yet "To afford ever-pricier homes while keeping monthly payments under control, buyers are routinely taking out interest-only loans, adjustable-rate mortgages or even negative-amortization mortgages, where a buyer borrows more than the purchase price of the home, something that worries even the most bullish of housing economists and builders."

So here's another area in which policy makers can be said to be running out of time.

One last long quote on the theme of running out of time; this one from Brad DeLong, Our Twin Financial Puzzles: The Long Run May Come Like a Thief in the Night. He says no one knows what's in store. Unlike most economists, who like to speak of hard landings and soft ones, he contrasts rapid change -- the "thief in the night" with "long, slow, gradual realization:"
If it comes as a sudden shock rather than as a long, slow, gradual realization, it will come on that day when the gestalt of the players on Wall Street and elsewhere changes, and when they collectively regard holding dollars as the more risky rather than the less risky strategy in the short run, when they collectivley regard being long long-term U.S. Treasuries as the more risky rather than the less risky strategy in the short run. On that day the long run future will be, as football coach George Allen used to say, now.

When will that day come? Tomorrow? Next month? Next year? On January 21, 2009? A decade from now? We macroeconomists who believe in financial market equilibrium have, today, a certain similarity to Millenniarists: our models of when The Day will dawn are not much better than the models of those who base theirs on a rule that transforms HILLLARY RODHAM CLINTONN into the number 666.

Should that day come, keeping a financial crisis from becoming a major disaster may well require swift and rapid action by a Federal Reserve and a Treasury Department that have powerful and unconditional White House and Congressional support. Mexico in 1995 had a recession that only reduced Mexican GDP by six percent. That "only" is the result of Bill Clinton's backing his economic policy team when they said that supporting Mexico was the thing to do--even though others in the room were making sure that he was well aware that money loaned to Mexico in the crisis might well not come back. That "only" was a near-run thing: Senator Dole let Senator D'Amato slip his leash, and D'Amato came remarkably close to doing major damage both to Mexico in 1995-1996 and to East Asia in 1997-1998.

Remember that Alan Greenspan is supposed to retire next January. What is the scenario by which competent technocrats--in the Treasury or the Federal Reserve--manage to climb to a position in which this White House and this congressional leadership of Bush, Frist, Hastert, and Delay will give them the baton to handle as they think best whatever financial crisis may appear in the next several years?


Despite all this (maybe some extent because of it if you consider the need to maintain confidence all around), "top economic policymakers from the world's richest countries expressed confidence yesterday that the global economy remains on track for "solid growth" this year." This according to another article in today's WaPo,
G-7 Issues Upbeat Growth Outlook, Pledges Action on Trade Imbalances; No Mention Made Of China Keeping Its Currency Low, By Paul Blustein, Sunday, April 17, 2005; Page A25. Note, however, that the extent of the confidence is limited to "this year."

I expect none of my, very few, readers will have stuck with me to this end, but it's been instructive -- to me -- to have written this down, so -- I'm telling myself -- it's not a complete loss.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

... a zombie takes a soul to hell

Crooked Timber has an excellent "Friday fun" post about bad scenes in great movies and great scenes in bad movies. The whole thing is worth reading, including all the comments. My own contribution will have to wait. It's a major challenge for me to recall scenes I liked or disliked, figure out whether the film qualifies as great or bad, and then, hardest of all, remember the names of the films. I'm full of admiration mixed with a heap of envy for those who can reel this stuff off without giving a moment's thought. Anyway, here's one of my favorite contributions among the comments:

In 976-EVIL 2 (not the original, mind you, but the sequel) there is one scene that stands out so far from the rest of the movie that I can hardly believe there was only one director involved.

In the middle of this cheesy horror movie that I saw on cable late one night, the heroine and her best friend are sitting on the couch watching TV. The heroine wants to watch It’s a Wonderful Life; the best friend, who’s a little bit more naughty, wants to watch Night of the Living Dead. The two of them have a friendly tug-of-war over the remote control, zapping back and forth between the two black and white classics. Finally, the best friend gives in, and the heroine goes off to the kitchen for more popcorn when the Capra movie cuts to a commercial.
The commerical, it turns out, features the demonically-posessed college dean (don’t ask). He says he’s selling a special remote control that “puts YOU in the action.” So he zaps it at the best friend, and now she’s in the last scene of It’s a Wonderful Life. And she is—she’s standing in the back of the Bailey’s home, everyone’s singing “Auld Lang Syne,” the cop and the cab driver are dumping out a basketful of cash, and somewhere a bell is ringing. Little Zuzu tells her daddy, “Teacher says, ‘every time you hear a bell [now baritone] A ZOMBIE TAKES A SOUL TO HELL.”

“That’s right, precious, that’s right.” says George, deeply moved.

And now we cut away from the original It’s a Wonderful Life footage, to a point of view shot from the BF’s perspective. It’s still black and white, and all the people from the Capra movie are there—there’s still snow on Bert the cop’s shoulders. And they turn around and now they’re all zombies.

Of course the girl backs up to the door, and then hands start breaking through the door grabbing at her … then the mob of zombies coming at her parts. It’s little Zuzu. And she’s carrying a spade.

I didn’t just dream this. I tracked down this movie at a video store so I could watch this one scene again. Completely different from every other cheesy moment of this movie.
Posted by Brian Zimmerman · April 15th, 2005 at 11:49 pm

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Do not fear; help is on the way

This is good! Jon Carroll wrote a piece in the San Francisco Chronicle telling the religious right to get a grip on reality. In telling them to stop taking themselves too seriously, he didn't fall into the trap of over-seriousness himself. Read the piece; you'll see what I mean. It's a report from the "Unitarian Jihad." For you who are averse to opening new windows (who knows but that's not a wise strategy with all the pollen that's blowing around out there?), I've included some extracts below.
Side note: After reading the piece (complete or extracts), check out the following derivative site; it's a treat that only modern communications technology could produce: Taking up on Jon Carroll's creative use of spammers' nomenclature -- I mean the names they use to circumvent spam-blocking programs -- Bill Humphies has produced a Unitarian Name Generator. I tried out various names that the site assigned me until I came across "Brother Howitzer of Enlightened Compassion" which suits me well enough. Please let me know your names, if you wish to reveal them.

Here are extracts from Jon Carroll's column on the Unitarian Jihad. In it he identifies members of the "committee" all of whom have spammer-patterned names, such as Brother Flaming Sword of Moderation, Sister Immaculate Dagger of Peace, Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity, and Unexalted Leader Garrote of Forgiveness.
Friday, April 8, 2005

The following is the first communique from a group calling itself Unitarian Jihad. It was sent to me at The Chronicle via an anonymous spam remailer. I have no idea whether other news organizations have received this communique, and, if so, why they have not chosen to print it. Perhaps they fear starting a panic. I feel strongly that the truth, no matter how alarming, trivial or disgusting, must always be told. I am pleased to report that the words below are at least not disgusting:
...Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States! Too long has your attention been waylaid by the bright baubles of extremist thought. Too long have fundamentalist yahoos of all religions ... made your head hurt. Too long have you been buffeted by angry people who think that God talks to them. You have a right to your moderation! You have the power to be calm! ...

People of the United States, why ... is the news dominated by nutballs saying that the Ten Commandments have to be tattooed inside the eyelids of every American, or that Allah has told them to kill Americans in order to rid the world of Satan, or that Yahweh has instructed them to go live wherever they feel like, or that Shiva thinks bombing mosques is a great idea? ...

We are Unitarian Jihad. We are everywhere. We have not been born again, nor have we sworn a blood oath. We do not think that God cares what we read, what we eat or whom we sleep with. ...

Beware! Unless you people shut up and begin acting like grown-ups with brains enough to understand the difference between political belief and personal faith, the Unitarian Jihad will begin a series of terrorist-like actions. We will take over television studios, kidnap so-called commentators and broadcast calm, well-reasoned discussions of the issues of the day. We will not try for "balance" by hiring fruitcakes; we will try for balance by hiring non-ideologues who have carefully thought through the issues.

We are Unitarian Jihad. We will appear in public places and require people to shake hands with each other. (Sister Hand Grenade of Love suggested that we institute a terror regime of mandatory hugging, but her motion was not formally introduced because of lack of a quorum.) ...

We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: "Sincerity is not enough." We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it's true doesn't make it true. Just because your motives are pure doesn't mean you are not doing harm. Get a dog, or comfort someone in a nursing home, or just feed the birds in the park. Play basketball. Lighten up. The world is not out to get you, except in the sense that the world is out to get everyone.

Brother Gatling Gun of Patience notes that he's pretty sure the world is out to get him because everyone laughs when he says he is a Unitarian. There were murmurs of assent around the room, and someone suggested that we buy some Congress members and really stick it to the Baptists. But this was deemed against Revolutionary Principles...

People of the United States! We are Unitarian Jihad! We can strike without warning. Pockets of reasonableness and harmony will appear as if from nowhere! ... Startling new underground group spreads lack of panic! Citizens declare themselves "relatively unafraid" of threats of undeclared rationality.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Mitch Hedberg

Wikipedia has some good quips by Mitch Hedberg, the comedian who died young -- of heart failure -- a couple of days ago. Here's a sampling:

Foods & Beverages

I like swiss cheese. It's the only cheese you can draw with a pencil and identify.

Rice is good if you're hungry and you want to eat 2000 of something.

I can't wait 'til this set is over 'cuz I've got a roll of lifesavers in my pocket and pineapple is next!

Me and Other People

Last week I helped my friend stay put. It's a lot easier than helping someone move. I just went over to his house and made sure that he did not start to load shit into a truck.

I wrote a letter to my dad — I wanted to write, "I really enjoy being here," but I accidentally wrote rarely instead of really. But I still wanted to use it, I didn't want to cross it out, so I wrote, "I rarely... drive steamboats, Dad — there's a lot of shit you don't know about me. Quit trying to act like I'm a steamboat operator." This letter took a harsh turn right away ...

I got in an argument with a girlfriend inside of a tent. That's a bad place for an argument, because then I tried to walk out and slam the flap. How are you supposed to express your anger in this situation? Zipper it up really quick?

I was walking down the street with my friend and he said "I hear music." As though there's any other way to take it in. You're not special. That's how I receive it too ... I tried to taste it, but it did not work ...

My friend said to me "Man, this weather is trippy." I said to him, "No man, perhaps it is not the weather that is trippy, it is the way we perceive it that is indeed trippy ..." then I thought, man, I should have just said, 'yeah' ...

Other

See, I write jokes for a living, man. I sit in my hotel at night and think of something that's funny and then I go get a pen and write 'em down. Or, if the pen's too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain't funny.

I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Happy Birthday!



Friends from the first days in Pittinger;
a great college roommate whose grown-up
accomplishments put me in awe; your life
is an inspiration for me and it's a blessing
to count you among my best friends.

On your birthday, this first day of April, 2005.

With love and admiration, Jeff



Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Trollope and a good meal

Lately, we have been watching the BBC miniseries, The Barchester Chronicles over dinner. Full of gratitude to our friend John F. for the recommendation, we are enjoying every moment.

Our previous dinner-hour miniseries was Horatio Hornblower - The Complete Adventures every bit as pleasurable in its own very different way.

Here's some information about the Trollope drama. First a review by Bret Fetzer from moviepages.com, then excerpts from a Donald Pleasance fan site:

The first two episodes of this BBC miniseries only hint at the delights to come. A lawsuit aimed at church reform in the town of Barchester forces a decent middle-aged clergyman (the august Donald Pleasence, best known in the U.S. for the Halloween movies) into a moral crisis and a conflict with his son-in-law, a pompous archdeacon (Nigel Hawthorne, The Madness of King George). The gracefully written and acted narrative shows glimpses of dry wit--but in episode 3, the arrival of a new bishop (Clive Swift, Keeping Up Appearances), his imperious wife (Geraldine McEwan, The Magdalene Sisters), and his devious chaplain (Alan Rickman, Truly Madly Deeply, the Harry Potter movies) launches The Barchester Chronicles into a satirical power struggle all the more mesmerizing because of the smallness of the territory. The scheming of the citizens and clergy of this British town is both Byzantine and wonderfully comic as the tempestuous personalities claw and dig at each other.

Rickman, in one of his first film or television roles, turns in a tour de force of oily ambition. McEwan's ferocious machinations are downright terrifying, while the sputtering Hawthorne (The Madness of King George) seems constantly in danger of bursting a vein. At the center of it all is Pleasence. Making goodness compelling has always been difficult, since wickedness is always more dramatic; but Pleasence brings a deep and stirring passion to his role that proves as engaging as all the back-biting that surrounds him. And these are just the more familiar faces; a host of lesser-known actors give equally superb performances. The final episode (of seven) will have you on pins and needles. The Barchester Chronicles, adapted from two novels by Anthony Trollope, is one of those marvels of British television, a skillful production that proves intelligent fare can be hugely entertaining. --Bret Fetzer


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THE BARCHESTER CHRONICLES

1982 Television Comedy/Drama Mini-Series

THE BARCHESTER CHRONICLES was aired over seven nights on the program MASTERPIECE THEATRE on PBS in the United States from October 28--December 9, 1984.

CAST AND CREW:

DONALD PLEASENCE (Reverend Septimus Harding)
GERALDINE McEWAN (Mrs. Proudie)
NIGEL HAWTHORNE (Dr. Grantly)
SUSAN HAMPSHIRE (La Signora Madeline Versey Neroni)
ALAN RICKMAN (Reverend Obadiah Slope)
CLIVE SWIFT (Dr. Proudie)
JANET MAW (Eleanor Harding)
DAVID GWILLIM (John Bold)
ANGELA PLEASENCE (Mrs. Grantly)
JOSEPH O'CONOR (Bunce)

Directed by DAVID GILES
Written by ALAN PLATER
(Based on the novels THE WARDEN and BARCHESTER TOWERS by ANTHONY TROLLOPE)
Produced by JONATHAN POWELL

PORTRAITS AND STILLS:
  • DONALD PLEASENCE AS REVEREND SEPTIMUS HARDING
  • PLEASENCE AND JANET MAW

    REVIEWS:
  • ERIC ESTRIN (Los Angeles Magazine)

  • CATHLEEN SCHINE (Vogue)

    STAR LINKS:
  • A TRIBUTE TO SIR NIGEL HAWTHORNE
  • GERALDINE McEWAN: A CAREER IN THEATRE, FILM AND TELEVISION
  • RICKMAN IN THE ROUND
  • THE RICKMANISTA REVIEW

    AUTHOR LINK:
  • ANTHONY TROLLOPE: AN OVERVIEW

    MINI-SERIES LINKS:
  • INTERNET MOVIE DATABASE
  • Wednesday, March 23, 2005

    An excellent day's bicycling

    Rain today, giving opportunity for a haircut; haircut weeks overdue. The opportunity arrives because I can drive to work and stop off for the cut on the way home. It was in the mid-70's that I first started using Pierre as my barber and have stuck faithfully since. Since he's even older than I am, the time will come when I have to find another. This already happened with my GP, my "primary care physician" at our HMO, who retired a bit more than a year ago; he advised me to choose someone relatively young for my new doc. I'm also growing older alongside my dentist and she is quite likely to retire before I stop needing her services. These transitions may be inevitable, but they are not a pleasure for me.

    Yesterday was another story: frigid inbound ride, but pleasant since it's now light enough for me to ride the middle third of the trip through the park, rather than along its border. My arrival at LC gave me a view that I anticipate the whole year: sun rising majestically before me as I turn onto Independence Ave in front of the building where I work. Independence being exactly East-West in orientation and pointing exactly at the mid-point between the sun's most Northern and most Southern yearly extremes, it's an event like the glorious solstice and equinox lightings at the prehistoric calendrical monuments of Europe.

    The wind finally turned, improving my spirits on yesterday's outbound ride. After weeks of daily headwinds, I was blessed with still air and some gentle southerly breezes. Though I'd told myself to take it easy, I found that I couldn't slow down after catching two traffic lights green that are usually red for me, and, though slowed by winter gear and in indifferent winter physical condition, I also found that I made it home without once having to put my foot down on pavement -- a small moment of triumph, but one worth trying to remember.

    I recently scanned and converted to online form parts of an old cycling manual, called simply CYCLING and published in 1972 by the Italian Central Sports School and the European professional racing commission of the time. Since it's sort of germane to my topic and is right at hand, here's first part of the chapter on bike frames, in the stilted academic prose of corporate authorship with, apparently, literal translation. I quote it for its intrinsic interest, but mostly because yesterday afternoon I experienced a nice sense of harmony with my bicycle.

    Chapter 5 Modalities for constructing a frame to measure

    The mechanical machine (bicycle) and the human machine (athlete) must be as far as possible harmonized, that is to say they should form a single unit in order for the cyclist to obtain maximum performance. Therefore, bearing in mind that the morphology of the athlete varies from one person to another while at the same time generally remaining within given limits, it is indispensable to plan and carry out a bicycle which is perfectly suited to the physique of the athlete.

    Tuesday, March 22, 2005

    An essay

    This is an essay about balance. I use the word essay in Montesquieu's sense: an attempt, a trial; embarking on a small journey without knowing the destination; a trial whose conclusion can't be know at the start.

    It seems more days than not, dressed in my bike clothes, I encounter someone as I'm arriving or departing; someone who makes a friendly inquiry about my commute or simply asks how far I go and whether I ride when it's cold or wet.

    Last week a woman passing me in the hallway simply said, "You must lead a balanced life." I've been thinking about that.

    I thought first of balancing the polar extremes of the mentally- (and sometimes emotionally-) taxing workday and the physically-demanding and sometimes psychically-enlarging commutes.

    The woman is Asian, so I also thought about Confucian and Buddhist concepts of balance and the "middle way," though not very deeply since I didn't see any particular connection, no more than are present in other belief systems.

    Of course, there's the trivial sense in which balance keeps us upright while we walk and while I ride, but that's a ludicrous and belittling train of thought. It's certainly not what she meant and, anyway, the gyroscopic effect of the turning wheels insures that bicycling rarely involves balancing -- only when I'm waiting for a light to change or traffic to move and only then when I try to avoid putting a foot down on the pavement.

    More seriously, I thought about homeostasis, the internal balance that keeps us healthy. It's not something you can will yourself to achieve, but you can lead your life so as to promote the likelihood of that condition, no? It's a good thought. Healthy food, good exercise, seeking occasions for belly laughs, meditation, gentle stretching, maybe (someday) Yoga. Not bad.

    How about aesthetic balance, the proportions of elements within a frame, for example; blocks of light and dark shapes; positioning of horizontal and vertical elements. That stuff? Pleasing thought, but not, for me, easily achieved.

    Statistical concepts of mean and median -- nice metaphorical approaches to the subject maybe, but not very intellectually satisfying for me.

    Balance does pretty well relate to an intellectualism that has caught my imagination: Freud's concept of the antithetical meaning of primal words (well not originally his concept, but publicized by him). As I've said before, he didn't make much of it and the idea that primal words have opposite meanings isn't pursuasive. There isn't any evidence that these words, autoantonyms, are specially primal (aboriginal) and a lot of them don't have truly antithetical meaning. A classic example is the word "leave" which can mean both to depart and to cause to remain behind; or "cleave," meaning both to cut apart and to stick together; or "trim," meaning to cut things off or to add extra bits on. There's a list of these at http://users.erols.com/kmdavis/lanhum2.html. It's really not so impressive a concept as one might hope. (However, if you read French, this source investigates whether the concept holds in Middle Eqyptian; interesting, he says, because Abel's original concept focused on ancient Egyptian usage -- abstract in English.)

    All the same, this idea of primal autoantonyms has had some traction in my thinking, since it has led me to try to imagine the language used by early man (or woman) in communicating about ranges of qualities like hot and cold. One could imagine that prehistoric men first developed a concept ("hot-cold") and used linguistic modifiers to communicate more hot-coldness or less hot-coldness. My thought is that separate words for the extreme conditions, hot and cold, emerged later. In other words, first, the thought might have been about more of the "hot-cold" quality or less of the "hot-cold" quality, only later actually giving the low-temp range one word (cold) and the high-range another word (hot). If this actually happened, then "hot-cold" would be a primal word having a kind of anthetical meaning. I haven't been able to find a source that discusses this possiblity, though I haven't tried very hard.

    Not really much to do with balance, except that the expression for the concept (hot-cold, near-far, sharp-blunt, whatever) implies a kind of equilibrium - maybe.

    Wikipedia, as so often seems to be the case, has a nice take on the concept. Its discussion of balance leads one to an article on homeostasis. This mentions homeostasis as a factor in aging: "Organismal aging is generally characterized by the declining ability to respond to stress, increasing homeostatic imbalance and increased risk of disease. Because of this, death is the ultimate consequence of aging." And, yes, though I don't actually perceive it, I can well imagine that striving for balance is also striving to stay alive so long as possible. Though of course, being alive is not the true goal here, it's being actively, productively alive; belonging with dignity to the human community of the living.

    In the day-to-day world of eating, sleeping, earning a living and the like, I sometimes think of the balancing involved in deciding whether to buy something. In this context, I attempt a balance between my intellectual belief in "doing without" (as in conserving resources and saving the planet) and my primal acquisitive urge of "doing with" (as in getting things for me and mine). This is too big a topic for a short thought-trial like this. I'll limit myself to a single conflict of motives -- Item: I like the idea of being relatively free of material acquisitiveness; trying not to define my sense of well being in the consumer goods I've surrounded myself with. I don't do very well at this, but better than many. Item: I like the idea of being free of rules that bind me to unvarying behavior. It's easy to call up images of my intensely Calvinist forbears and their stubborn rectitude. Moving on....

    Like Emerson, I wish to balance my sense of individuality with my sense of community. There's even a bicycling connection in that since bike races are won by individuals but ordinarily the individuals who win must work together with their opponents during much of the race.

    Perhaps there are other senses of the word balance that apply to my case. Equilibrium is suggestive. There are mechanical, chemical, economic, and even ethical equilibria. My favorite is the psychological one mentioned in the wikipedia entry on the topic:
    * Equilibrium: Psychologically some balance between desires and satisfaction is important; somewhat paradoxically complete satisfaction may not be ideal, it can be argued that perhaps it is better if things are left to be desired.
    * In various practical matters an equilibrium is useful, e.g.:
    o in a conversation, between talking and listening;
    o in a personal relationship, between giving and taking;
    o between buying and reading books (apart from lent books).

    Pondering equilibrium leads to thoughts of other "equi-" words, particularly equipoise. I'm running low on imagination, and letting this thought stream run on too long, at this point, so I'll just allude to some possible ways that equipoise might apply to the statement "You must lead a balanced life" by giving a couple of quotes: The OED says that a man named Norris wrote, in 1699, of the equipoise displayed by Descartes: "So great reason..to lay the foundation of his Philosophy in an equipoise of mind." To balance this, OED quotes Samuel Johnson, writing in the Idler in 1759, told of a man who "lives in a continual equipoise of doubt."


    Having introduced that thought, I'm tempted to end this essay with a labored pun: equipoise suggesting "equine equipage," a horse and cart. This is a Barrie Maguire connection: to the left you see his painting, "The Tackled Pony." Unfotunately, ending thus would demonstrate, wouldn't it, that I don't lead a balanced life but am plagued by a trivial obsession with words? So, to avoid that misleading implication, maybe I'd better seek another way out.

    Instead, here and now, I think I'll bring this to a close with a return to the beginning. As I do this, maybe you'll see the start and finish themselves balancing. It's worth a try.

    So, to wrap up, I announced this as an essay and explained my meaning. Essay has a common root with the word "assay," and also a common meaning as a process of trying, or trial generally, though assay's best-known meaning is the "trial of metals to determine the quantity of metal in an ore or alloy or of the fineness of coin or bullion." The OED has much on this word as noun and verb. Among its quotes is one from Measure for Measure: "Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupt her; onely he hath made an assay of her vertue." So, since my topic is balance, and this is an essay -- an assay in the sense of OED's quotation from Sterne: "'Tis an assay upon human nature" (1778), I choose to conclude with this picture of an assayer's scale, confirming what this essay as a whole tends to show, that I do have an obsession with words but maybe one that is not entirely trivial.

    Sunday, March 20, 2005

    Four tenors and a pony

    I forget how I first happened to see Barrie Maguire's art. I think someone included this Joyce image on his blog. He, Maguire, does paintings and prints, mostly of Ireland and Irish subjects. There's an introduction to himself and the work at Meet Barrie Maguire

    Maguire says:
    I'm a child of the 50s who went off to Notre Dame to worship Football.  Before I knew it I was married and working as an Art Director at a big Advertising Agency.... In 1998, after a magical first visit to Ireland, I began painting for the first time since college.  Ireland captured me... and I've been painting the Irish people, animals, and green patchwork quilt countryside ever since....I am not the Barry McGuire who sang "Eve of Destruction."  Neither am I the McGwire who hit 70 homeruns, nor the Barry who hit 700.

    He's done series called Ireland & the Irish, Listowel Horse Fair, Burren Sketches, The Irish Quilts, and, not surprisingly, Irish Writers. I particlarly like this photo of Maguire and the subjects of this last, his "four tenors."


    Because I can't resist and because she's about to return to Towson, here, for Julia, a Listowel Pony, by Maguine:

    'false wealth' and where it's leading us (maybe)

    Let me say upfront that what I'm writing about here is a genuine confusion of mine, not a rhetorical pretense. (Not, as you all know, that I ever indulge in the latter.) If anyone can help me understand what this is about, I welcome the instruction.

    If you succeed in parsing this little essay to the end, you'll see that I've found an interesting connection between credit card debt and the defeat of Democratic candidates in the last election. It's about at least one good reason for debtors to vote Republican.

    This doesn't start out to be about politics, however. I just wonder, with the huge federal deficit and plummet of value of the dollar, why hasn't the American economy collapsed? Its continuing strength is a mystification.

    The newspapers say this strength is based not on manufacturing innovations but on the propensity of Americans to continually increase their indebtedness in order to buy consumer goods. Thus my Vanguard weekly email message tells me consumer debt 'skyrocketed' in January: "The Fed reported that $11.5 billion was added to total credit outstanding during the month, the largest increase since October 2004 and nearly twice the amount expected." So, maybe you could say the economy is being driven by the famous U.S. consumerism.

    As we all know, lots of the consumer goods that Americans buy are produced outside the U.S. I recently started receiving press releases from the Bureau of Economic Analysis which tells me that in 2004 gap between imports and exports of consumer goods increased 25% over the previous year.

    When Americans buy more from abroad than they sell, the difference is made up in the transfer of U.S. dollars to foreigners (of course) and this is, I expect, the main reason for the big decline in the value of the dollar relative to the Euro and other currencies.

    Foreign holders of dollars don't just sit on them -- although some Asian central banks do have huge dollar reserves (mostly China and Japan).

    Because of the (mystifying) strength of the U.S. economy, they tend to spend the dollars to buy U.S. assets such as corporate stocks and bonds. Overall, the BEA says, "net financial inflows for foreign direct investment in the United States were $115.5 billion in 2004, up from $39.9 billion in 2003;" that's an astounding increase.

    So, is it reasonable to say that the economy is being sustained by foreign investment? I think it might be so.

    There's an uncomfortable "what if" that's obviously worrying Alan Greenspan these days: What if foreigners start thinking that investments in the U.S. are becoming too risky; what if they begin to think that economic growth based on consumer indebtedness can't last much longer. The federal deficit, the decline in the value of the dollar, and, I imagine, other factors, are likely to drive up interest rates, The passage of the new bankruptcy legislation is likely to increase that upward pressure I would guess. Increased interest rates have to decrease consumer purchases. The house of cards could begin to fall.

    As many have pointed out, since the U.S. is now so heavily dependent on purchase of assets by foreigners, any decline in their expectations regarding the strength of the U.S. economy could, by itself, bring the economy down. What helps sustain us, I think, is the understanding they have that they don't have a whole lot of choice. They are so heavily invested in the U.S. economy that they can't afford to jeopardize it. I think that's what Greenspan (and the whole Bush administration) are counting on: that foreign holders of U.S. assets will cooperate with the U.S. to prevent an economic collapse. We can all hope they will continue to cooperate and that their cooperation will be effective, right?

    Having said all that, here's the connection between credit card debt and the last election. It's a comment on a post that appeared in the Crooked Timber weblog. I reproduce the comment first and then the blog item. Note the idea of 'false wealth' that the author speaks about. It seems to me to be directly related to consumerism and consumer debt.

    See if you can make the same connection I did between foreign investment in the U.S. and American credit card indebtedness: 'false wealth' -> credit card indebtedness -> fragile engine of the world economy -> uncertain foreign confidence in this engine.

    Doesn't this give a clue to the enormous power of ideas -- so much more influential than facts, events, or hard, cold reality? It's the idea of individual 'wealth' -- a false idea -- that seems to drive the U.S. economy. And it's foreigners' (unreliable) willingness to accept this myth that -- to a large extent -- keeps it going.

    Comment:

    It is interesting that the rise in consumer debt isn’t often linked, as it should be, in my opinion, to the stagnation of wages. I really think that the Repubs are eventually cutting their own throats this way — the only way to maintain a system that distributes wealth mainly to the already wealthy while stalling wealth creation - in the form of real wage increases to the producers — is to create a sphere of 'false' wealth. This is the political brilliance of the American credit sector. It is no coincidence that the extension of credit (at higher interest) to the lower and lower middle class has coincided with crushing the higher wage demands of that same class. Without credit cards and the embrace by the market of the two-earner household, the lower and middle class household would never have scraped by in the eighties and nineties. But they did, and they have exploited their sense of (false) wealth to vote for the party that will guarantee them tax cuts — the Repubs. This makes a certain economic sense — in the short term, at least, any money coming in counts. And, of course, living on false wealth is living in the short term permanently.

    The best strategy for the Repubs will be to cast this as a moral question — those nasty households out there ‘stealing’ from nice credit card companies. I see no reason that they won’t be successful at this — the media will go for that story, and will wink at or simply sleep through such real rip offs as the World Comm bankruptcy.

    Posted by roger · March 8, 2005 04:59 PM


    ==================================

    Here's the Crooked Timber post

    March 08, 2005
    The chains of debt
    Posted by John Quiggin

    I’ve been sitting on this great post about reforms to US bankruptcy laws and how they fit into the general pattern of risk being shifted from business to workers and to ordinary people in general. But I waited too long and Paul Krugman’s already written it. So go and read his piece, and then, if you want, you can look at the things I was going to write that Krugman hasn’t said already.

    First, if you’re looking for reading on this general topic, let me recommend "When All Else Fails : Government as the Ultimate Risk Manager," (David A. Moss), which I reviewed here. Moss shows how both bankruptcy and limited liability were (correctly) viewed as significant departures from laissez-faire when they were introduced in the 19th century. Of course, there’s no hint that the sacred status of limited liability is going to be challenged any time soon.

    Second, given the rising trend in bankruptcy, this is going to affect a lot of people, quite possibly most people, at some time. Currently, more people go bankrupt than get divorced every year and, although the number has declined marginally with the economic recovery, the underlying trend is clearly upward. The proposed reforms are unlikely to change this. Although the bill will make bankruptcy a less attractive option for people who are already in difficulty, this demand side effect will be more than offset by the increased willingness of credit card companies and other lenders to lend to people with precarious repayment capacity.

    Finally, while Krugman is probably right in describing the target of the reformers as a system of debt peonage, my long exposure to Dickens (and more recently to Patrick O’Brien) leads me to think that the large and powerful incarceration lobby might get in on the act here - anyone for debtors’ prison?

    The Bagaduce Music Lending Library

    Uncle Ernie is a volunteer helping to organize scores at The Bagaduce Music Lending Library.

    About its volunteers, the library says: "Volunteers are the heart and soul of the Music Library. From its beginnings in 1983, volunteer efforts have been responsible for the bulk of the Library's functioning.... The Library would simply not exist without this wonderful support. Volunteers sort music, erase pencil markings from scores, flag music needing repairs, complete the repairs, enter music titles in our database, plan and assist at events, and assist visitors with research and browsing the stacks."



    Every now and then there's an article about The Maine Music Box project in which the BMLL is a partner.

    The most recent is a feature article in D-Lib Magazine. The Maine Music Box is the magazine's featured collection this month.





    Here, to the left, is an image of the cover of sheet music for the song Flash Light by Edwin Ellis.

    About this piece of music, the article says: "Flash Light by Edwin Ellis, arranged by E.T. Paull, 1909. One of the "mascot" images of the Vocal Popular collection. E.T. Paull was the second most popular composer and arranger of marches at the turn of the century, behind only John P. Sousa. However, his greatest talent was in publishing, and his pieces are still valued for their distinctive, colorful covers. The lithographs were usually (as in this case) done by A. Hoen & Company. Courtesy of Folger Library and the University of Maine."

    Monday, March 07, 2005

    "Ein Stein"

    Great weather for today's funeral; huge turnout with standees at the back of the church; mile-long cortege to the cemetary couldn't be kept together, one segment turning back to the church after getting lost and another showing up after 20 minutes of waiting and lots of cell-phone prompting (we were the last car in the first segment, fortunately for us). At the cemetary broad-winged birds circled in the warm gusts over a nearby stand of wood. I mentioned this to the pastor, calling them hawks; turkey buzzards, he corrected. Yes, I said, but seems more tactful at an interment to call them hawks. He agreed.

    The graphic at left has nothing to with Chapel Hill; it's one of the names the deceased went by. He was "Unc" to neices and nephews, "DD" to his grandchildren, and "Major" to just about everyone else -- except the Army who insisted on his baptismal name, Charles, since, they reasoned, it wouldn't do for a Private to receive mail as "Major." His sister says their mother started calling him Major while still in womb, just as a way to gently refer to the impending birth ("We're waiting for Major" rather than "You're going to have a new brother or sister.") Why Major, she doesn't know.

    The service included singing by two grand daughters and brief reminiscences by one daughter, the decedant's partner in business, and a bunch of guys he worked with. One of the speakers sang an Irish dirge acapella, adapted to honor Major by name. Others told stories illustrating Major's positive outlook, work ethic, and commitment to his metier. Maybe the best involved "the last man on the sales board." This refers to the monthly tally of sales volume giving each salesperson's name in rank order. At one point while he was sales manager early in his business career, Major had to report to the general manager each month. The sales manager asked Major why the same guy ended up on the bottom month after month. Major pointed out that the dealership was one of many thousands in the country and that its rank was at the top of the heap. So, Major said, "you have to realize that our last-man is the best last-man in the country." The story-teller added that the last-man had a hugely successful month within the same year.

    I attended another funeral last week -- one for the wife of a co-worker -- and couldn't help thinking about what it takes to make a funeral service work. Both that one and this were intensely personal. The pastor knew the deceased well and spoke in both cases about the person in detail. In both cases the pastor was MC as well as celebrant of the ritual. In both cases there was no obvious conflict between the two functions. I don't think that's easy, but they both made it look so. You could say, well of couse they do it all the time, but it also seemed to me that they made the event appear fresh and poinant, not canned and formalistic.

    In both cases, I enjoyed the reliance on the tried-and-true, as least so far as music is concerned: Amazing Grace sung in both as well as other simple, heart-felt Protestant stand-bys; for example, "Abide With Me" last week.

    This day's warm gusts reminded me of last week's cold winds out of the northwest and west, doubling the effort that it takes me to pedal home each day. but today, soft harbingers of spring. (I try to avoid exclamation marks so imagine one at the end of that last sentence.) The eastern horizon is bright red these mornings, letting me know how soon I'll be able to take a (preferred) unlit back route to work; and then again reminding me how much I dislike the arrival, soon after, of Daylight Saving Time.

    I'm calling this post "Ein Stein" but it's taking me a while to introduce that subject.

    Here's the start of the introduction:

    I participated in a ceremony of another type last week: secular, work-related; but still with a tried-and-true piece of music -- in this case "Climb Every Mountain" -- sung by a musical staff member as introductory entertainment.

    I attended because four staff members were to receive awards and I wanted to be present to help honor them. Formerly I would introduce each one and give them the praise they were due, but the new format for the ceremony deals with awardees in groups and the director (my boss's boss in this instance) does all the speaking for staff members in each directorate. [Aside: This is better than the old format which took too long and bored many people almost beyond endurance.]

    Well.... As usual, I didn't realize the ceremony was on my schedule until the day it occurred. No problem there, but as it happens my wardrobe for the day was not quite tuned to the event. You see I rotate clothing in a way that makes it unnecessary to bring in fresh shirt and trousers every day. Generally I alternate between a blue shirt with grey trousers and a white shirt with blue trousers. I keep a sport coat that matches both outfits pretty well. I rotate my many ties one after the other. This day, most unusually, my shirt choice was not between white and blue, but between greenish-blue and bluish-green; in addition, my tie of the day was a rich purple with green markings. It's shown on the left. The outfit looked ok, but I wasn't quite as unnoticeable as I like to be at ceremonies like this one.

    Then, I found, none of my four awardees could or wished to be present. And further, I found, I was an award recipient myself. I might have quietly disappeared -- since I find this kind of thing embarassing -- but the woman who runs the show was delighted to see me and voiced her delight in such a way that I couldn't simply go away. So, I stood to be honored; and -- I must say -- didn't mind a bit since I was standing near people I like and respect and there were quite a few of us on our feet at once, myself blessedly just one of the crowd.

    Now -- Ein Stein --

    One more thing making me self-conscious at the ceremony was a bout of flyaway hair. This doesn't happen more than a few times a year, always at about the time I realize that I should have gotten a haircut at least a week before. I thought to myself "just what I need: Einstein hair." And that led me to think about a new weblog that Arts & Letters Daily put me on to.

    You'll see the connection in a minute.

    The blog is called Sight and Sound and it's at http://www.signandsight.com/.

    Its home page currently has the following interesting graphic which gave me my subject line:

    Strangely, the pun doesn't seem to be intentional since the link from the text below the graphic is a straightforward appreciation connected with Germany's Federal Cultural Foundation. Still, the pun is there whether acknowledged or not and, I think, it's appropriate to the sightandsound webpage. Here's why:

    It's an English-language German site with a nice introductory essay on the two languages, English and German. I think Allen will particularly appreciate this so I hope he reads my blog and has gotten this far down this entry. Here are parts of the essay:

    Four Words are Better than Two On the new website signandsight.com. By John Lambert

    Some webreaders may inadvertently take the name of our new website signandsight.com for one word. "signandsight" may indeed look like one of those long, difficult to pronounce words so commonly associated with the German language, like "Panzerkampfwagen" for the English "tank", "Lebkuchenherz" for "cookie" or "DampfbĂĽgeleisen" for "iron". But although these readers should be commended for associating our sitename with German, they should know that "signandsight" is English, not even Dinglish ("Dinglish", as it is widely spoken in Berlin and elsewhere, is formed by mixing German words into your English, English words into your German, and der Reste just how es kommt).

    The majority of our webreaders will not take signandsight for one German word, but for two English ones (leaving aside the copula "and"). And yet, a closer look will reveal that while of course there are only two words in English, there are also two in Deutsch.

    ... [lots of text left out] ...

    [T]ake "sign and sight" and pronounce them in Deutsch. By pronouncing the first "s" in "sign" as a long "z", like in "snooze" you get the German word "to be" – "sein". And if you do the same with "sight" but this time give the "s" a hard "ts" as in "tsetse fly", you get the German word "Zeit" – meaning "time". If you string these two words together, you get the title of one of the most famous books of 20th century German philosophy, namely Martin Heidegger's "Sein und Zeit" – "Being and Time". So as you can imagine, we're proud of our webname.

    But I'll be frank. In choosing our name signandsight, we also played with other names like "sink and feel", "in-kraut" and "Herman's accent" and hesitated between three English words for the German "Zeit": "sight", "cite" and "site". Why, you ask, go for such a mediocre pun? Why don't we just say what we mean? My answer is: first, our pun is not mediocre, and second, we do say what we mean. We decide what we want to say, then we make it mean what we want it to mean. If this strikes you as abstruse, give it a try. You may well find you've been doing it all along.

    Queen's guitarist and other confusions

    This is from a news blog in the Guardian. It's followed by bits from wikipedia on the Yardbirds and Eric Clapton.

    Not so wonderful tonight

    Photograph: Kirsty Wigglesworth/AFP/Getty

    The Queen meets legendary guitarists Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page and Brian May (l to r) during a reception at Buckingham Palace

    "Philip and I are interested in music and we've had this terrible press," the Queen recently told Sir Peter Maxwell Davies, the master of the Queen's music. "We are not philistines." She may have regretted her boast when today's Daily Telegraph plopped onto the breakfast table alongside the Tupperware storage jars.

    Yesterday, on the very day she announced a new award for musicians, the Queen invited a gaggle of ageing rockers into her lovely home and made it quite clear she had no idea who they were. The Telegraph kindly put the story on its front page with a big photograph, and it's well worth a read.

    "Have you been playing long?" was her question to Eric Clapton, followed by, "Are you a guitarist too?" to Jimmy Page. Presumably they don't have internet search engines at the palace, which makes you wonder what on earth she said to Bill Gates while she was knighting him today.
    Posted by Sheila Pulham at March 2, 2005 03:14 PM


    See also Clapton's reaction in the Telegraph.

    Some of the comments left on this post are good. Here are a couple of them.

    Comments

    She was probably asking them how to deal with a tight g-string. How do the Who lyrics go? "Hope I die before I get old...."
    Comments posted by: Montevani at March 2, 2005 08:26 PM

    "One has all of your 78's....."
    Comments posted by: Montevani at March 2, 2005 09:11 PM

    Go, go, go, Little Queenie, go!
    Comments posted by: Supernova at March 3, 2005 01:23 AM

    Well, just LOOK at 'em all! Would YOU have recognized that lot from the Yardbirds, either??!!
    Comments posted by: Lee at March 3, 2005 07:43 PM

    When QEII asked Eric Clapton "Who are you?", he answered: "Ask Pete (Townshend)!"
    Comments posted by: Christian at March 3, 2005 08:12 PM

    Someone told QEII that Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck and Brian May play the guitar. So, QEII said "Aaaah, yiou all are guitarist, quite well". And then she saw Jimmy Page. QEII asked him: "You, too?". Jimmy answered: "No, I was Led Zeppelin guitarist!"
    Comments posted by: Christian at March 3, 2005 08:16 PM

    I wonder if the name name tags were for her benefit, or theirs?
    Comments posted by: Montevani at March 3, 2005 08:21 PM

    QEII saw Brain May and aked to him: Did you play the guitar, too?". "Yes, I was Queen´s guitarist" answered Brian. "Oh, this is the first time I know that I have a personal guitarist. So, I will go for a dinner in Prague tomorrow. You have to play there at 8 PM".
    Comments posted by: Christian at March 4, 2005 10:05 PM





    From the Wikipedia entry on The Yardbirds
    The Yardbirds were an early British rock band, noted for spawning the careers of several of rock music's most famous guitarists, including Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Jimmy Page.

    THE YARDBIRDS: Keith Relf (vocals); Jim McCarty (drums); Chris Dreja (guitar, bass) and... Anthony "Top" Topham (guitar -- 62-63?); Eric Clapton (guitar 63?-65); Jeff Beck (Guitar 65-68); Jimmy Page (bass, guitar 66-68)







    From the Wikipedia entry on Eric Clapton

    Eric Clapton CBE (born Eric Patrick Clapp on March 30, 1945 in The Green, Ripley, Surrey), is a British guitarist and composer, nicknamed slowhand. He is generally considered the world's premier living guitarist.

    Born as an illegitimate son of the 16 year old Patricia Molly Clapp and Edward Walter Fryer, a 24 year old Canadian soldier stationed in the UK, Clapton's father returned to his wife in Canada before he was born. Eric grew up with his grandparents believing they were his parents, and that his mother was his older sister. Years later his mother married another Canadian soldier, moved to Canada and left Eric with his grandparents. When Eric was 9 years old he found out, and the experience became a defining moment in his life.

    Math

    A couple of short items that may tickle your fancy:

    I picked up the reference to this site on Blogdex.

    What's Special About This Number?

    0 is the additive identity.
    1 is the multiplicative identity.
    2 is the only even prime.
    3 is the number of spatial dimensions we live in.
    4 is the smallest number of colors sufficient to color all planar maps.
    5 is the number of Platonic solids.
    6 is the smallest perfect number.
    7 is the smallest number of integer-sided rectangles that tile a rectangle so that no 2 rectangles share a common length.
    8 is the largest cube in the Fibonacci sequence.
    9 is the maximum number of cubes that are needed to sum to any positive integer.
    10 is the base of our number system.
    11 is the largest known multiplicative persistence.
    12 is the smallest abundant number.
    13 is the number of Archimedian solids.
    14 is the smallest number n with the property that there are no numbers relatively prime to n smaller numbers.
    15 is the smallest composite number n with the property that there is only one group of order n.
    16 is the only number of the form xy=yx with x and y different integers.
    17 is the number of wallpaper groups.
    18 is the only number that is twice the sum of its digits.
    19 is the maximum number of 4th powers needed to sum to any number.
    20 is the number of rooted trees with 6 vertices.




    This came to me via email from a co-worker. It's a bit long, but it's good stuff. Reminds me of the old days of the internet, when we only had text-based messages and bulletin boards, no Web. Geeks spent their time sharing stuff like this.

    1. Ratio of an igloo's circumference to its diameter = Eskimo Pi
    2. 2000 pounds of Chinese soup = Won ton
    3. 1 millionth of a mouthwash = 1 microscope
    4. Time between slipping on a peel and smacking the pavement = 1 bananosecond
    5. Weight an evangelist carries with God = 1 billigram
    6. Time it takes to sail 220 yards at 1 nautical mile perhour = Knotfurlong
    7. 365.25 days of drinking low calorie beer = 1 Lite year
    8. 16.5 feet in the Twilight Zone = 1 Rod Serling
    9. Half a large intestine = 1 semicolon
    10. 1,000,000 aches = 1 megahurtz
    11. Basic unit of laryngitis - 1 hoarsepower
    12. Shortest distance between two jokes - a straight line
    13. 453.6 graham crackers = 1 pound cake
    14. 1 million microphones = 1 megaphone
    15. 1 million bicycles = 1 megacycles
    16. 365.25 days = 1 unicycle
    17. 2000 mockingbirds = two kilomockingbirds
    18. 10 cards = 1 decacard
    19. 52 cards = 1 deckacard
    20. 1 kilogram of falling figs = 1 fig Newton
    21. 1000 grams of wet socks = 1 literhose
    22. 1 millionth of a fish = 1 microfiche
    23. 1 trillion pins = 1 terrapin
    24. 10 rations = 1 decaration
    25. 100 rations = 1 C-ration
    26. 2 monograms = 1 diagram
    27. 8 nickels = 2 paradigms
    28. 2.4 statute miles of intravenous surgical tubing at Yale University Hospital = 1 I.V. League

    Major King

    I've been working on family history over the weekend. That explains the vacancy here on the blog. I've been thinking about some topics, however.

    Sadly, I'm home today to attend the funeral of an uncle on B's side. He was a man with an ebullient personality, warm ties with his family, and a knack for selling. Here are extracts from the obit in the Washington Post.

    Charles R. 'Major' King Auto Dealer

    Charles R. "Major" King, 68, who with a business partner owned and managed four Ourisman auto dealerships in the Washington area, died March 2 at Anne Arundel Medical Center of complications from a broken hip. He lived in Davidsonville.

    Mr. King was born in Boonesboro, Md., and raised in Baltimore, where after graduating from high school, he sold cars with his father at A.D. Anderson Chevrolet.

    He then spent four years in the Army before returning to A.D. Anderson in the early 1960s. In 1971, he joined Ourisman Chevrolet in Marlow Heights and helped lead the dealership to sell more than 8,000 vehicles annually.

    In 1978, Mr. King partnered with Danny Korengold to buy Ourisman Dodge in Alexandria, followed by Ourisman World of Ford in Alexandria in 1982, Ourisman Fairfax Toyota in 1989 and Ourisman Chantilly Toyota in 2002.

    Saturday, February 26, 2005

    Bowdler in Paris; tsk, tsk, tsk


    This is for Nick, since he's taking a course in Shakespeare this spring. The Sunday Times has a review of a new book on the French reaction to Shakespeare's plays, over the centuries. Apprently, he greatly offended delicate sensibilities. For example, the reviewer says of Voltaire that "he went to his grave believing Shakespeare had offered 'a few pearls in an enormous dungheap'." Here is the Pricenoia link for the book. Here's a citation and some extracts:


    The Sunday Times - Books
    February 20, 2005
    Literature: Shakespeare Goes to Paris by John Pemble REVIEWED BY SEBASTIAN FAULKS
    SHAKESPEARE GOES TO PARIS: How the Bard Conquered France
    by John Pemble
    Hambledon and London £19.99 pp240

    Extracts:

    The French classical theatre ... [was] well adapted, in Racine’s hands, to the expression of noble sentiments, but prone to tinkly repetition and inhospitable to rough passion.

    Then came this Englishman — a Caliban from the island of fog and bad food, whose pious and practical people enjoyed violent entertainments and bouts of introspection punctuated by sea voyages to plunder other countries.... Voltaire, who did so much to bring England to the French, is the key figure in this story, and he went to his grave believing Shakespeare had offered “a few pearls in an enormous dungheap”. He hated the pantomime that accompanied performance, the blank verse with emotion surging through the enjambement, the common characters, and the language where metaphor and association seem to breed without control. ...

    Shakespeare was dragooned into the classical alexandrine... As late as 1904, when King Lear was staged for the first time in Paris, Kent’s lines at the height of the storm, “The tyranny of the open night’s too rough / For nature to endure” became “Il n’est pas possible de rester plus longtemps dehors.” ...

    The French language was admirably suited to philosophy and logic, but not really to poetry, as Shakespeare was starting to demonstrate. His English verse, by contrast, had not only reached the rabble; it had helped define their sense of nationality. He had invented Englishness. Such an idea was incomprehensible in France, where a writer was not an “inventor”, but the sum or epitome of what had gone before....

    Successive 19th-century translators not only gentrified the diction, they rewrote the plots. The ghost of Hamlet’s father returned in the final scene and told him to survive; Malcolm took republican vows; Romeo and Juliet lived happily ever after.
    Here'a a pointer to Thomas Bowdler and his Family Shakespeare, if you're interested.

    Thursday, February 24, 2005

    Well, why not the OED?

    This is another followup to my post on the word well. As you'd expect, the OED, Christopher Ricks' favorite reference work, has much to say about the word well. Here are just few interesting examples:

    Used to denote a state of good fortune, welfare, or happiness:
    1310 in Wright Lyric P. xviii. 59
    Suete Jhesu, wel may him be, That the may in blisse se!
    1400 Destr. Troy 477 Well were that woman might weld hym for euer.
    1489 CAXTON Sonnes of Aymon xxiv. 528
    Now wold I be well in my ship in the myddes of the see, for if I abyde him, he shall make an ende of me.

    Used to denote a person in favour, in good standing or estimation, on good terms, with (another person).
    c1450 Godstow Reg. 26
    She was fayre and comly, and well was with the kyng almyhty.

    On terms of intimate friendship or familiarity with (a woman).
    1784 R. BAGE Barham Downs I. 91
    You must know Sir, I have the honour to be well with Mrs. Gadbury, Lady Conollan's woman.

    Pleased or satisfied with (oneself). Also well to do.
    1865 'ANNIE THOMAS' On Guard I. iv. 61
    His horses..rattled over the stones..at a rate he would not have driven them had he been well with himself just then.

    In a state of prosperity or affluence; more explicitly well in goods or cash, well in the world.
    1606 DEKKER Sev. Sinnes v. (Arb.) 36
    Richmens sonnes that were left well, and had more money giuen by will, then they had wit how to bestow it.

    Well and warm: in comfortable and affluent circumstances.
    571 CAMPION Hist. Irel. II. ix. (1633) 114
    But you are well and warme and so hold you.

    Favourably circumstanced; having things as one wishes them to be.
    1440 Partonope 5281
    When wymmen be well they can not cese.
    1598 SHAKES. Merry W. I. i. 278
    An. Wil't please your worship to come in, Sir? Sl. No, I thank you forsooth, hartely; I am very well.

    Well in Shakespeare

    This is another takeoff from the posting below on the word well in David Crystals The Stories of English.

    The Shakespeare section of the rhymezone site lets you find instances of well (and any other word) in his works. Here are a couple of interesting findings, in addition to the examples that David Crystal gives and to the one from Hamlet I quoted in the post on well in the blues.

    The Tempest
    SEBASTIAN: Thou dost snore distinctly;
    There's meaning in thy snores.

    ANTONIO: I am more serious than my custom: you
    Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
    Trebles thee o'er.

    SEBASTIAN: Well, I am standing water.

    ANTONIO: I'll teach you how to flow.

    SEBASTIAN: Do so: to ebb
    Hereditary sloth instructs me.

    ANTONIO: O,
    If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
    Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
    You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
    Most often do so near the bottom run
    By their own fear or sloth.


    Troilus & Cressida
    CRESSIDA: There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.

    PANDARUS: Achilles! a drayman, a porter, a very camel.

    CRESSIDA: Well, well.

    PANDARUS: 'Well, well!' why, have you any discretion? have
    you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not
    birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood,
    learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality,
    and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?

    CRESSIDA: Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date
    in the pie, for then the man's date's out.

    Just "Well, Well, Well"

    Here's some more about the word well. My main posting on this topic is the extract from the book by David Crystal below. Thinking about Crystal's discussion of well in Middle- and Early Modern English, I wondered how Christopher Ricks would treat the topic and that led me to think about one of Ricks' passions, the lyrics of Bob Dylan. Hardly surprising that Dylan has used well extensively. It's an attrative word for song writers: lots of grammatic uses, amenable to interesting ambiguities of meaning, and, probably most important it's a sound that works well in song as well as poetry.

    I limited myself to occurances of the phrase "well, well, well" because that's something you can search without getting overwhelmed by results and because it's just an interesting phrase.

    Here's one part of Dylan's song, Well, Well, Well. Dylan just uses the watery noun form and obviously appreciates the rhyming potential:
    Bob Dylan/Danny O'Keefe - Well, Well, Well
    Dig your hole in the ground
    All the way down to hell
    'Til there ain't no more water
    In the well, well, well
    When you're down on your knees
    With nothin' left to sell
    Try diggin' a little deeper
    In the well, well, well

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    That phrase, "well, well, well" shows up in the blues quite frequently, mostly used to impart or reinforce emotions and sometimes, as below, calling to mind associations, as, this case, the idea of well-being (associated with the prase "die easy") that comes with the peace of death. Dylan did a cover of a song by Blind Willie Johnson that uses the word over and over.

    Bob Dylan - In My Time Of Dyin'
    ORIGINAL LYRICS AND MUSIC BY BLIND WILLIE JOHNSON
    Well, in my time of dyin' don't want nobody to mourn.
    All I want for you to do is take my body home.
    Well, well, well,
    so I can die easy.
    Well, well, well.
    Well, well, well,
    so I can die easy.
    Jesus gonna make up,
    Jesus gonna make up,
    Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.

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    Here's a treatment by Muddy Waters, who could use the well sound better than just about anyone. I can't explain the associated meanings of the word in this usage; there's more than just pure sound, but what I can't say.

    Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy
    I'm a full grown man
    Man
    I'm a natural born lovers man
    Man
    I'm a rollin' stone
    I'm a man-child
    I'm a hoochie coochie man
    well, well, well, well
    hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
    Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
    don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
    well, well, well, well

    Yeah

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    Guns N' Roses seems to like the rhyming potential:
    Guns N' Roses - My Michelle
    Well, well, well you just can't tell
    Well, well, well my Michelle


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    John Lennon seems to me like Hamlet in his usage:

    John Lennon - Well, Well, Well
    I took my loved one to a big field
    So we could watch the english sky
    Were both feeling guilty
    And neither one of us knew just why
    Well Well Well Oh Well



    OPHELIA: Good my lord,
    How does your honour for this many a day?

    HAMLET: I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

    OPHELIA: My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
    That I have longed long to re-deliver;
    I pray you, now receive them.

    HAMLET: No, not I;
    I never gave you aught.