Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Bufalino

The flat that fits in a three-wheel van. It looks bizarre and it probably has all the stability of a box of sweaty gelignite, but there were times in my life when this would have been a brilliant solution to my travel and living problems.

Monday, 23 August 2010

Notes on Writing Weird Fiction

A new Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

The fourth plinth follies


The plinths at Trafalgar square were meant to honour the memory of great men who built and defended the British Empire. A fourth plinth was erected and left empty for future generations to fill. Instead of honouring the heroes of the last century, modern Britain uses the plinth to honour nasty jokes like blue chickens and brick sponge cakes.

It's a wonder that Lord Nelson doesn't shinny down his column and storm off in disgust.

The flying yacht

Perfect for people who hate both sailing and flying.

Back to the Commonwealth

The Internet is drawing Britain away from the EU and back to the the Anglosphere. Predictably, the Groaniad is crying in their beer about this, but given what a totalitarian state the EU is becoming and how its corrupting the British police, all I can say is, roll on the Anglosphere!

Friday, 20 August 2010

ID8 Mobile

I will admit that I have a soft spot for any device that has a slot to insert one of its accessories into.

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Into the Media Web: Selected Short Non-Fiction 1956-2006

Another Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Quote of the day

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Very well, alone!

Once a depiction of the Dunkirk spirit during the war, now a portryal of Britain's armed forces after the projected defence cuts.

Acquaefuoco's Tube

The "bioethanol fireplace for the eco-conscious".

I had one of these aboard a boat once, though it was less an overpriced "green" accessory than an alcohol stove in a galley that developed a leak and caught fire.

How to be a good hook-up

But will he respect me in the morning? Don't be daft.

Because even if you are the sort of girl who'd fall into bed with a guy that you don't even know, find personally repulsive, and expects you to be gone before he wakes up, you don't want him to think you're a cheap tart.

Get the secateurs, quick!

From the BBC:
A Cornwall couple said they returned from holiday to find a plant in their garden had grown 8m (26ft) high.
Yeah, I've had similar. It didn't end well.

Digging from the Air

I was pottering about the BBC archives web site when I came across a 1979 gem of a documentary on aerial archaeology. Digging from the Air is such a solid piece of scholarship and so lacking in any sort of pandering or condescension that I would have happily presented it to one of my university classes. It isn't afraid to assume a certain level of education and intelligence in an audience with an attention span greater than that of a hyperactive meerkat. It really feels like a film made by makers and scientists who genuinely want to teach something. I even learned some new things and I'm supposed to be an expert.

It was a delightful nostalgia trip that took me back to the days that saw the start of my own archaeological career. It also showed how great the BBC once was and how far it has fallen from grace.

Today, if they made this programme at all, it would be full of fast cuts, shots of swooping aircraft, flashy CGI graphics, background music that irritates with its relentless pounding, a succession of talking heads who don't actually say anything, and an information content so minimal that one would suspect that the producers were ashamed of being caught teaching anything. If there were a presenter, he would be a very young man in very casual clothes, far too enthusiastic, have the gravitas of a fourteen-year old, have no idea what to do with his hands, and speak with a pronounced regional accent that is 80 percent affectation. Or it would be a very young woman with the put upon air of someone who'd far rather be doing better things, like documentaries on the plight of immigrant Muslim transsexual Hobbits in Notting Hill, and have a pronounced regional accent that is 100 percent affectation and impossible to understand.

Thank God for the BBC archive; a lifeline from a more civilised age.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Novel writing

A new Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

What's the punch line?

From the BBC:
Wales' in-roads into space exploration could be jeopardised if cuts are made to science budgets, a researcher warns.
The Welsh space programme; it sounds like the start of a joke.

We are zee kiler bees!


A sheriff's deputy was trapped in his car for three hours by a swarm of enraged bees.

Sir Michael Caine was unavailable for comment.

Playboy Land Yacht

Hedonism...of the FUTURE!

Crunchy frog


Why I avoid sweets–especially the boxed assortment kind.

Tolerance vs suicide


Tuesday, 17 August 2010

A reference list

A new Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

The first digital camera

1975. It had to start somewhere.

Carts and horses

With Mr David Cameron out of town, Mr Nicholas Cregg forgets that as deputy prime minister he is actually part of the government and says something typically daft:
Trident replacement makes welfare cuts harder to justify
No, Mr Clegg; it's the other way around: Trident replacement justifies welfare cuts. Now go away and write out "Defence of the realm is government's primary duty" one hundred times.

Missing the point

This makes it hallowed.

Mr Daryl Lang at History Eraser Button weighs in on the Ground Zero mosque controversy. He takes issue with the notion that the proximity of the former site of the World Trade Center is "hallowed ground". Just because Jihadists hijacked airliners packed with innocent human beings and slammed them into skyscrapers packed with more innocent human beings with the express purpose of murdering as many people as possible for the express purpose of glorifying Islam and declaring war on civilisation, why should this be any reason to object to the raising of a 13 storey mosque named after the capital of the Andalusian Caliphate?

To prove his point, Mr Lang posts a number of photos of the area showing things like strip clubs, tee-shirt vendors, and an Irish pub and claims that this refutes any possible claim of Ground Zero being "hallowed".

Aside from an obvious indulgence in the fallacy of equivocation, Mr Lang magnificently misses the point. If a load of tee-shirt wearing strippers from Limerick had slaughtered 2700 people in the neighbourhood as the opening salvo in a campaign of conquest and then proposed to open a pub called "The Boot on the Neck" on the site of their atrocity, I might see the relevance of his argument.

But they didn't, so I don't.

Update: Putting aside the question of should it be built, all things being equal, the proponents can build the Ground Zero mosque as soon as they like, but all things are not equal. There are still questions to be answered about who owns the site, the intended use of the mosque, the people behind it, how it is funded, and (wait for it) whether the federal government is using taxpayer money to support it in violation of the first amendment. These are all legitimate impediments that need to be addressed.

It doesn't end there. The notion that New York City's hands are tied and that they can only sit by and watch the Ground Zero mosque be built is a dubious one. Having dealt with many local authorities in the past, the official line never impressed me. If New York really opposed the mosque, they could quite legally hinder its progress for decades, if not stop it in its tracks, by reviewing permit after permit, requiring inspection after inspection, and demanding endless impact studies and proof of compliance with the smallest regulation, initiative, and revision. Then, of course, there's listening to every appeal from every pressure group no matter how thin the grievance or concern. The entire Californian electricity generating industry was destroyed by that one.

This isn't even in the abstract. A Greek Orthodox church that stood at the site of the World Trade Center since 1922 and was destroyed in the attack on 9/11 still remains waiting to be rebuilt nine years later. The reason? The Port Authority doesn't want it rebuilt and is dragging its feet in exactly the way outlined above. Surely if New York can be utter jerks with one religion, they can be so with another.

Update: The beginning of the end?

Monday, 16 August 2010

Research and the library card

A new Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Sci-fi bios

A new Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

AutoTram

Everyone hates bendy buses; they say they're ugly, no fun to ride in and dangerous. What should we do?

Make the ends slopier and call them "trams". They'll never know the difference.

Glass-bottomed balloon gondola

Another example of what not to try to get me on unless you want two foot-deep furrows dug into the airfield by my fingers.

We'll have to go on halfs

A report from The Telegraph:
The four men have just visited their 14,000th pub across the United Kingdom and Republic of Ireland.
Amateurs.

Farnborough Air Show 1950


Report followed by raw footage.

Newsreel report on aviation in the days when we still gave a damn about what Britain produced and our standing in the world. Granted, not every ship was a coconut and a couple were bloody awful, but at least we tried.

Alpha strike

What? Sarah Connor hasn't even been born yet?

Alpha: A saga of robots, rebellion, and poor fact-checking.

Sunday, 15 August 2010

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Undersea Kingdom: Chapter 4 - Revenge of the Volkites


The Hound of the Baskervilles


I once knew a girl who lived in the house where the Hound of the Baskervilles from this film was buried. Apparently, it was the sweetest dog in Creation.

Friday, 13 August 2010

The case against

Miss Bryony Gordon in The Telegraph claims that there is nothing wrong with topless sunbathing and that anyone who thinks otherwise is a stuck-up prude. This, of course, is in an opinion piece illustrated with the above image of Bridget Bardot.

This is a bit unfair. I might agree with Miss Gordon if topless beaches were frequented exclusively by women of the standard of young Miss Bardot in her prime. I well recall in my youth going to a park in Scandinavia where nubile young women ran about in the all together. Being a visitor in the city and not wanting to appear like the prude of Miss Gordon's imagination, I girded my loins and carried on eating my sandwiches so as not to cause offence. After several hours, it grew dark, so I had to leave anyway.

That being said, I must point out that also in my youth I had the unfortunate experience at Oxford of punting past the Cherwell-side retreat known as Parson's Pleasure where dons of a naturist persuasion used to literally hang out. That was when that I learned that there are some things that man is not meant to know. That experience set in stone my opposition to topless beaches on the grounds of aesthetics and a desire not to have to boil my eyeballs.

Fake Future Past

James Lileks tears apart a fake retro advert from Brazil that's been annoying me for a week.

Future Past: Accept no substitutes!

Serious meat

Speaking of Lileks, this week his update at the Gallery of Regrettable Foods looks at a topic near and dear to your heart and mine: meat curing.

This brings back memories. On the farm, making a bacon sandwich was a bit involved.

Thursday, 12 August 2010

David Vincent, call your service

The Invaders' car was a clever copy, but it had one flaw.

Unsuckit

The hallmark of good writing is to avoid cant, slang, jargon, cliché, buzzwords, and any other linguist abominations that come between the reader and clarity. Unsuckit is a handy little tool in the war against nonsense. Type in whatever bit of businessspeak you're stuck on and it delivers a translation in plain English.

A man walks into Room 101...

When a country loses its sense of humour, its liberty follows close behind.

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

Tasty, but deadly

A collection of foods that turn supper into Russian roulette.

When life intrudes

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

The death knell?

The Telegraph claims to have seen leaked budget proposals that would entail defence cuts that would end Britain as a major military power.

This is intolerable. Defence is the primary role of government, not a luxury. I accept that this is the current government having to deal with a crisis not of their own making, but if these cuts are true and they go through without being preceded by the wholesale abolition of entire departments, the halting of all foreign aid, and a firm commitment to dismantle the welfare state, then I will still regard the coalition as being criminally negligent and of questionable legitimacy.

Update: £43 million thrown away on useless electric cars while the Army faces a cut of 40,000 men? Just how much crack is the government smoking? I know they must be on crack. I just want to know how much.

Update: Ah, well. If we can't defend Britain, there's always the alternative.

Yet another dentist day

This time it's the daughter. It never ends.

Sarah Connor runs for cover

This terrifying prediction courtesy of the BBC World Service:
Dr Kaku believes robots could become as intelligent as monkeys this century.
Great. On top of everything else I have to look forward to, I can add robomonkeys flinging cyberpoo.

Reliable sources

Pakistani floods, more floods in China, and Russia's heatwave are all due to global warming. They really, really are. The Telegraph can prove it, too. How? By stating that the claim is supported by that sterling trio of unimpeachable authority: the IPCC, the Met Office, and the University of East Anglia.

Next up: Bernie Madoff gives investment advice.

Radio... of the FUTURE!

Via Paleo Future.

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

I ache, therefore I am

Andrew Brown over at The Guardian hefts a bucket of cold water and points out that, publicity to the contrary, robots don't have emotions. Thank God.

Share and enjoy.

Newspad, PADD, & iPad

Ars technica looks at how Star Trek foresaw the iPad back in 1987.

Maybe so, but Sir Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick beat them by 19 years.

Review: The Machine Stops

Another Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Monday, 9 August 2010

Lord Summerisle, call your service


Mark your calendars, because this Saturday and Sunday it's Weekend Without Oil. Yes, get out your whale oil lamps and beaver pelts and party (please forgive the noun as verb) like it's 1860. Over at Ricochet, James Lileks looks at the 11 "actions" that we're called upon to "commit" in the service of Blessed Gaia to conserve oil to delete the Industrial Revolution... I have no idea what they're doing.

So far, the organisers claim to have pledges to save some 215 barrels of oil. How that's calculated is a mystery. For my part, I plan to do my bit this weekend offsetting the offsets. Diesel locomotive pulls and giant flamethrower competitions, anyone?

Learning from: Reading

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

When you're dead, you're screwed

The screw-in coffin; not as undignified as the giant trebuchet to catapult the deceased out to sea, but a pretty darn close second.

Upuaut-2

Somehow I doubt that Sarah Connor is hiding in the Great Pyramid of Giza.

Top Gear USA


It looks as though there's going to be an American version of Top Gear after all. They're adhering to the original format (not surprising, since they had to pay for it), but I still have my doubts about how good it's going to be. The presenters all seem a bit young and are obviously aimed more at the thirtysomething teenager with a "man cave" demographic rather than middle-aged petrolheads who are perfectly aware of how boring they are.

Also, it's going to air on the History Channel, which theses days has about as much to do with history as the Sci-Fi Channel did with science fiction before they had a burst of honesty and changed their name. That sort of identity crisis doesn't help anyone.

Patricia Neal 1926-2010

The actress Patricia Neal passes on at the age of 84. She had a considerable career, but I'll always remember her for two roles:


That of the heroine in The Day the Earth Stood Still; the sci-fi classic about an alien who comes to Earth to hurl abuse at us and urges mankind to embrace the ways of peace or be incinerated by giant killer robots.


And The Fountainhead; the most incredible mixture of cod philosophy and over-wrought sexual fantasy ever to see the light of day.

Friday, 6 August 2010

Aldous Huxley interview (Part 2)

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Where do you get your ideas?

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up; including part two of the Aldous Huxley interview.

The future that never happened

Will Ferrel takes on... the FUTURE!

Here's a sample:
It’s the year 2010: Why hasn’t anyone designed an edible fake beard? I don’t know how many times I’ve arrived late to some high-class function and the kitchen has just closed. Guess what? I’m starving, but there’s nothing to eat. How many time have I thought to myself, “Boy, I wish I could eat my fake beard.” I will admit that on a rare occasion, I have tasted fake beard. Take it from me: terrible. It’s time for someone to invent a delicious, edible fake beard… and make millions.
As the kids say, read the whole thing.

Thursday, 5 August 2010

Aldous Huxley interview (Part 1)

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Dattoos

Presenting the single most disgusting technological concept since the Pot Pie Hot Pocket.

Aqualet

I don't what's scarier, the pointless and impossible to decipher high-tech control panel or that the thing looks like it's about to fall off the wall.

Wife-stealing deer


You can't trust 'em.

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Kill your babies

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Another dentist day


It's another trip to the dentist this morning. It's my own fault for choosing one named Dr de Sade.

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Girl guideless

I remember when the Girl Guides used to waste their time doing all sorts of useless things like trying to build young girls' characters and teaching them practical skills. It's good to see that in this go-ahead age the Guides have finally got their priorities right and are demanding the the government censor "airbrushed" photos of celebrities by labeling them so that girls young women won't be damaged for life by being confronted by impossible to emulate examples of physical beauty.

I mean, what's the alternative? To tell the little perishers that vanity is a sin and that they shouldn't indulge in it? That's so judgmental. It's far better to treat them like livestock unable to control themselves and micromanage their lives while they shrivel up as responsible human beings.

Heinlein predicts

Prediction isn't an easy business and any writer of science fiction with any sense admits that the future is a sandbox where he tries to explain the present. Still, the public does expect science fiction authors to have some idea about what tomorrow has in store. Here we have Robert A Heinlein's predictions from 1949 about life in the 21st century (Published in Galaxy magazine, February 1952).
  1. Interplanetary travel is waiting at your front door–C.O.D. It's yours when you pay for it.
  2. Contraception and control of disease is revising relations between sexes to an extent that will change our entire social and economic structure.
  3. The most important military fact of this century is that there is no way to repel an attack from outer space.
  4. It is utterly impossible that the United States will start a "preventive war." We will fight when attacked, either directly or in a territory we have guaranteed to defend.
  5. In fifteen years the housing shortage will be solved by a "breakthrough" into new technology which will make every house now standing as obsolete as privies.
  6. We'll all be getting a little hungry by and by.
  7. The cult of the phony in art will disappear. So-called "modern art" will be discussed only by psychiatrists.
  8. Freud will be classed as a pre-scientific, intuitive pioneer and psychoanalysis will be replaced by a growing, changing "operational psychology" based on measurement and prediction.
  9. Cancer, the common cold, and tooth decay will all be conquered; the revolutionary new problem in medical research will be to accomplish "regeneration," i.e., to enable a man to grow a new leg, rather than fit him with an artificial limb.
  10. By the end of this century mankind will have explored this solar system, and the first ship intended to reach the nearest star will be abuilding.
  11. Your personal telephone will be small enough to carry in your handbag. Your house telephone will record messages, answer simple queries, and transmit vision.
  12. Intelligent life will be found on Mars.
  13. A thousand miles an hour at a cent a mile will be commonplace; short hauls will be made in evacuated subways at extreme speeds.
  14. A major objective of applied physics will be to control gravity.
  15. We will not achieve a "world state" in the predictable future. Nevertheless, Communism will vanish from this planet.
  16. Increasing mobility will disenfranchise a majority of the population. About 1990 a constitutional amendment will do away with state lines while retaining the semblance.
  17. All aircraft will be controlled by a giant radar net run on a continent-wide basis by a multiple electronic "brain."
  18. Fish and yeast will become our principal sources of proteins. Beef will be a luxury; lamb and mutton will disappear.
  19. Mankind will not destroy itself, nor will "civilization" be destroyed.
Here are things we won't get soon, if ever:
  • Travel through time.
  • Travel faster than the speed of light
  • "Radio" transmission of matter.
  • Manlike robots with manlike reactions.
  • Laboratory creation of life.
  • Real understanding of what "thought" is and how it is related to matter.
  • Scientific proof of personal survival after death.
  • Nor a permanent end to war. (I don't like that prediction any better thanyou do.)
Not a bad collection. Some nice hits and some very revealing misses.

What the UN really thinks of you

Latest diktat from the UN, where the delegates tuck into the caviare like it's going out of style: Eat bugs, peasants.

The Complete Metropolis


Retro Thing reviews The Complete Metropolis.

I'm reserving my DVD copy straight away.

Heinlein in Dimension

Another The Quill & the Keyboard post is up.

Pancake-flavoured milkshake

And in a can. I think I'm going to be sick.

Project Troy


The chaps at Reaction Engines keep one step ahead of the game by not only working on their Skylon shuttle, but also a Mars mission proposal so their little skylark actually has a place to go and a job to do.

It looks very cool with a Collier's mission feel about it and I think it has a much better chance of success than some of the more anemic proposals put forth in recent years. This could get to Mars, though what's the point of doing so is another question. It's a shame that the Mars of '50s sci fi is dead and gone. It would have made the trip worth the ticket fare.

Straddling bus

From Red china comes this idea for easing traffic congestion: A bus that straddles the entire traffic lane so that cars can drive underneath it.

This is such a simpler plan than going through all the expense and disruption of building, for example, an elevated rail system. True, the entire street has to be redesigned and rebuilt, special stations must be erected, and as for those cars driving under it, they'll hardly notice except for this:
About the ultrasonic waves put forth from the end of the bus, that is to keep those high cars or trucks away from entering the tunnel. Using laser ray to scan, cars get too close to the passage will activate the alarm on the bus end. Inside the bus, there are turning lights that indicate a the bus is intending to make a turn to warn the cars inside. Also radar scanning system is embedded on the walls to warn cars from getting too close to the bus wheels.
Very simple–assuming that motorists have passed their intensive driving-under-the-bus training course (No Obama jokes, please). As to how this huge slab of metal is supposed to turn corners, don't ask because it makes the designers all cross.

Monday, 2 August 2010

Writer's block

New Quill & The Keyboard post is up.

Civilisation


And now, a bit of inoculation against the barbarians. Get through all of this, and you are officially civilised.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?


I am shocked, shocked that an adjunct professor
of Catholicism is sacked for teaching Catholicism.


I'm not at all surprised at this story. Having spent many years researching and teaching in academia, I have come to the conclusion that we have appointed as guardians of Western civilisation a load of libertines and bigots who regard our heritage as an embarrassing and inconvenient mess to be disposed of as quickly and quietly as possible.

Fools of the world unite; you've nothing to lose but your sinuses!

Michael Deacon declares that the time has come for society to stop discriminating against stupid people and to do all it can to advance them.

And here I thought that was the purpose of Parliament all along.

Words of wisdom

Sunday, 1 August 2010