Sunday, December 31, 2006

Mixed lollies

It's New Year's eve. It's raining. The cat's depressed. Free Willy's on the telly and I have the premonition of a hangover.

Saddam will never have to watch Free Willy again. Word is he died well and there were some curious exchanges with his executioners. It would have been better for Iraq, I fear, if he had to be supported to the gallows.

Mark sends this from Richard Dawkins on the sheer scale of the evolutionary error. He also likes the latest from Russell Brown, in fine form. He also sends this on German humour and related matters. They are not sour krauts after all, just a bit linear. there's nothing linear about post Christmas sales though, not with the practice of "price dispersion" used on just about any product but the iPod.

We also have this on the cartoons that didn't make it into the New Yorker and this on the redoubtable Aussie critic Robert Hughes. I can't resist quoting:

By 1964, of course, London was swinging, and who was Hughes not to join in? He married the 'best fuck' in London, a hippy future lesbian called Danne, the mother of Danton. Danne, who has also since died, seems to have been almost pathologically randy; he claims that she slept with pretty much everyone, including Jimi Hendrix, and gave her new husband the clap to prove it. On one occasion, Hughes found her hair crispy with what he believed - seriously - to have been another man's emissions.
Finally from Mark, a cruel take on blogging:

If the blogs have enthusiastically endorsed Joseph Conrad's judgment of newspapering--"written by fools to be read by imbeciles"--they have also demonstrated a remarkable ecumenicalism in filling out that same role themselves.
Harry Hutton, via Stephen, agrees, saying go fuck yourself to bloggers (and the Swiss) and merry Christmas to everyone else:

Kos has won again in the North American Champion Bore Awards. The finalists were the same gits as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. As a news source, there isn’t one of them that rises to the level of the Bournemouth Daily Echo, let alone the Cheddar Valley Gazette.
Chris offers David Mitchell, an NZBC interviewee, who was shortlisted for the Bad Sex prize for his 1980s coming-of-age novel Black Swan Green, a passage of which compares a character's breasts to "a pair of Danishes" and another to "two Space Hoppers". Mitchell didn't get to receive the award from Courtney Love because it went to a 25-year-old first-time novelist, its youngest-ever winner.

Resveratrol, is the compound scientists claim is behind the "French Paradox" and the longevity effects of the "Mediterranean Diet". NZBC has championed the research. But Nature's podcast says while red wine's polyphenol content is linked to positive effects on heart disease, the inhibitory activity is present only in wines from Sardinia and south-western France.

You'd have to drink hundreds of litres of red wine per day to benefit from resveratrol, whereas you'd only need a small amount of the procyanadin found in Sardinian and French wines. So New World grapes are useless if you're trying to live longer.

And Dave Barry makes Very Big Government look silly and obnoxious. German film maker Wim Wenders ponders "now you see it, now you don't" Europe.

Anyway, that's our last lolly of the year on the last day of the year of our Lord 2006. Ciao-o-fucking-rama.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Haditha: 4 face murder charges

It's been three days since charges were announced against eight officers and soldiers over the killing of Iraqi civilians in Haditha, Iraq, over a year ago. Time magazine did a great job investigating and breaking the story originally. Tim McGirk recalls the investigation here.

During the months after the Haditha story broke, I became the target of bloggers, self proclaimed patriots, for supposedly dragging the fine reputation of the Marines through the mud. Nothing about this story made me feel good save for one thing: until TIME's investigation, one of the Marines — the squad leader, Staff Sgt. Frank Wuterich — was in line to receive a medal for heroism for what he did that terrible day. According to press reports, the recommendation says that Wuterich, 26, displayed "calm and confident decisiveness that day and doubtlessly prevented further injury or death to fellow Marines and innocent civilians." Today, Wuterich faces 13 counts of unpremeditated murder. None of his victims were armed; most were the elderly, women and children.

I'm glad Wuterich didn't get his medal for "heroism." It would have been a grotesque travesty of justice, and against everything my father taught me was clean and honorable about the Marine Corps.

Hot Air has a good roundup and asks where this leaves the sergeant's defamation case against Senator John Murtha.

Anyway, news of the charges has been greeted with deafening silence by some who previously appeared intensly interested in the case. Adolf suggested it was a hoax:

Again and again and again, the treasonous Antique media rush into print with hugely damaging stories without so much as even a gesture toward checking facts. Swathes of anti-Bush, anti-military editorial follow, all enormously helpful to the enemy. The moral fibre of the populace is successfully eroded.

Adolf will not be surprised if within six months, like the Berlin Wall, the so called insurgency in Iraq is over and then ordinary people in the west will ask "How come it happened so quickly? The media told us all was lost."

That was written slightly over six months ago.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Hallelujah! Unleashed at last

I’ve been waiting for a promised progress report from Telecom before updating my previous posts about Xtra Broadband problems. On Tuesday 5 December, Mark Thomas, the team leader of Telecom’s Broadband help desk, told me there were a number of reasons why it would not change the card at the exchange, “the least of which is until we identify the cause of the issue we may well be moving out of the frying pan and into the fire”. He went on to say that Telecom was investigating what other options it had for me and hoped to have a plan for me soon. The saga continues here.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

You look unfamiliar

Suffer from face-blindness? You know, dylexia but with faces instead of words?

It's got a name, as every malady these days. Prosopagnosia.

Not me; I forget names, but I have a well-developed amygdala. Others not so much. A writer I know once forgot his ex-wife.
The conductor Sir Thomas Beecham once ran into a lady in Fortnum and Mason. While he did not recognise her, he vaguely recalled that he knew the lady’s sister and inquired after her health. Still no closer to establishing the identity of his companion, he asked: “And what’s she up to these days?” "Oh, you know, still Queen,” came the reply.

Tests here.

Idiot box

TV is a wasteland, a cultural tragedy, despite the avowed intentions of TVNZ's new programmer.

I know, because I'd watch just about anything.

Maybe there's something on Sky, but it doesn't seem that way if you are not particularly fussed about sport and C-grade movies. More

Hot hot hot

In case you missed it, this year will be Britain's warmest since records began. That is, in 1659.

A study this year by Peter Stott at the Met Office's Hadley Centre for Climate Change found that warming over the past 50 years could only be explained by climbing emissions of greenhouse gases. A 1C rise in the past five decades was only reproduced by climate models when human-induced greenhouse gas emissions were included.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Rudd bloody smart

Kevin Rudd (boasting, right), the new leader of the Aussie Labor Party, is a bloody smart cookie. That doesn't mean he'll ever win an election, in fact it probably means he won't.

The Australian Financial Review of a Friday has this terrific Review section, right in the middle of the paper, where very long, intelligent articles are allowed to live - something quite unusual in today's MSM. Just before I left Sydney last year I heard there were plans afoot to ditch the Review section, but there was an uproar about it from AFR staff, so it survives for now.

Anyway, just before he won the leadership, Rudd published a piece (17 November) about how and why social democrats have to engage in the battle of ideas to reclaim the centre in Australian politics. The AFR locks its content up but the full, much longer, address given to the Centre for Independent Studies is here.

Anyway, a taster. Rudd discusses the difference between neoliberal God Hayek and Adam Smith, whom both social democrats and conservatives claim as inspiration:
Smith concluded that human beings were by their nature both self-regarding and other-regarding and that political economy should reflect both these concerns. Hayek also recognises the existence of both natures but concludes that one is primitive, and the other modern; that the primitive must yield to the modern; and that part of the the purpose of the market is to re-engineer primitive altruism out of the human condition altogether. Christian enthusiasts for the neoliberal agenda should reflect carefully on where Hayek may be taking them on this count.
Good stuff.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

The iPod: retro from the get-go

Much is already being said and written about the social significance of the iPod. But the commentators have not yet explained how the fourth generation iPod (in the middle of this photo) has become retro before it was even unfashionable. It’s only been around since July 2004 and yet already it looks positively art deco compared with the 5th Generation Video iPod. Hold one in your hand and the effect is dramatic. How sleek the design appeared when it was first released; just two years later it has that rounded, chunky look of the comfortably middle-aged. It used to be that hip products went through a period of being so unfashionable that you couldn’t give them away; before, about a decade later, they surfaced again as fashion accessories for the very young, who found them by turns shocking, quaint and then mainstream. Not any more. What does the iPod’s shift to retro from the get-go say about society’s thirst — not for the perfect thing, but the new?

Friday, December 08, 2006

Royale with cheese


Awards Casino Royale will win:

Most cringeworthy product placement without seeing the product, for Omega watches.

Best use of Richard Branson in a bit-part, for his non-speaking role standing at an airport scanner with his arms spread like Christ.

Best use of parkour in a film.

Best fight scene, every 12 minutes.

Best self-administered defibrillator.

Most picturesque locations rarely used in a film. Montenegro, anyone?

Best beefcake scene, Daniel Craig emerging from the surf.

Really quite good spy thriller.

Bula bula

We should let the Fijians come to Wellington for the Sevens in February.

Then every time they come on to the park, boo them. Just in case one of the players is in the army.

We can't have anyone taking over the Caketin and seizing the trophy. It wouldn't be right.

We have to get trounced the traditional way.

Then share the kava, or cava. This is the 21st century, after all.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Grandmother of the month

No. 2 in a series

Jools Holland tells the Sunday Telegraph in this interview why he’s such an optimist:

“I do get a certain cheerfulness and positive-thinking from my mum. She was once knocked off a motorbike and, as she was up in the air, she was thinking: this is good. I might get a day off tomorrow.”

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

iTunes in NZ

Yes it's here and open for business. It's a free 35MB download to get started and $1.79 a track.

There goes the rest of the day.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Mixed lollies

Good morrow NZBC readers!

Mark sends tidings and fine, if cryptic, things. First up, Ricky Gervais sidekick Karl Pilkington writes about how he got on the radio. The real legacy of Blair: the end of the United Kingdom? Three posers on adipose. The obesity epidemic is a myth manufactured by public health officials in concert with assorted academics and special-interest lobbyists. Girth control through science. Fat studies.

You can work it all out for yourselves.

From me, we have an epidemic of tiredness. Tell me about it - when I wake up. Slate gives us the newspaper industry foretelling its own demise 30 years ago. Referencing this WSJ article which puts newspapers in the same call as a lot of other "analogue" technologies.

There can be no withdrawal from Iraq until the narrative is in place, says Timothy Noah. His article becomes doubly interesting given the subsequent revelation of this memo, sent byDoddery Don Rumsfeld just before he was sacked. It includes the suggestion to:
Announce that whatever new approach the U.S. decides on, the U.S. is doing so on a trial basis. This will give us the ability to readjust and move to another course, if necessary, and therefore not “lose.”
And
Recast the U.S. military mission and the U.S. goals (how we talk about them) — go minimalist.
Meanwhile, Condi sounds like she's looking forward to her retirement. And the GOP will pay for a scheme to jam Democrat election phones in 2002.

The season of lists is here, so here is The New York Times' 10 best books of 2006.

Did Borat spark panic at the Foreign Office?

Niiice ...