a few more days

I've mainly tuned this one out. It was shouty enough when I was in New York recently. Christopher Steele's book considers the Trump win a catastrophe.  A "new world disorder".

Strategic chaos.

Wobble the market

 

Goofing around, I thought I'd try this little micro-economic exercise in the FT. Interesting...I got it close to the balanced numbers but had to break a couple of Fiscal Rules that the government recently declared. The effect was to make the markets wobble, but I think it says more about the vacuousness of the markets holding the economy in their thrall.

It takes about 5 minutes to set up the parameters for a round. Fascinating.

Chunks of German with the fabulous Anja

I'm pretty sure I blogged once before about Anja, who is teaching me German. The amount of equivalent English words makes German a natural for me.  Some sample Denglisch : Apfel, Baby, Ball, Blau, Boss, Buch, Bus, Computer, Eis, E-Mail, Ellbogen, Finger, Glas, Gras, Hobby, Hotel, Information, Job, Jewel, Knie, Kuh, Milch, Meeting, Mutter, Name, Neu, Park, Radio, Reporter, Radio, Ring, Schule, Sweatshirt, Taxi, Tourist, T-Shirt, Wasser, Zoo. Other words are available.

I'm in a regular German Stammtisch every week and we chat together and discuss German grammar und so weiter. They also make fun of my use of (for example) einchecken - for check-in. I guess you could say registrieren.

I'm always the one who protests at having to learn all of those tables of 'der, die, das' and so on and say it interferes with speaking to one another. I say I prefer a 'Lego block' approach to a language where I can assemble pre-formed phrases to make longer sentences. 

Well, it turns out that Anja agrees and she calls it 'chunking' - from the British Council origination of the word - although I can't help thinking about tinned carrot jokes. 

Anyway, yesterday was a case in point where I was on a one-hour 'party' call with Anja and then jumped off the call onto Zoom with my Stammtisch buddies. For personal reasons I've missed several of the Stammtisch calls and they were surprised to see me return. However, I was immediately asked if it was alright to be tested on definite and indefinite articles and found myself in a world of nominative musculine singulars and so on. 

Now I'm more of a bluffer, so I'll admit my word-endings can sometimes come out wrong, but on the whole I go for what I think 'sounds right'. Anja has the precision to know the grammatical underpinnings and will correct mistakes, but I think we both agree it's better to have a go at the sentence rather than to remain quiet. Here's an introduction...

a Rorschach of my crash - Rachel K.

Rachel's on the left with Emily, in a Photo Booth in Woolworth's. It's not now. 

I'm mad keen on Kushner's The Flamethrowers and also just read (I'll do it again) Creation Lake. I'll review it sometime, - spoiler- five stars. 

Because of Creation Lake, I also read The Hard Crowd, which comprises essays from Kushner on many topics from her life. Starting with the Los Cabos bike race, the Baja 1000, where she's injured as she crashes a 130-mph bike when someone pulls out in front doing 30 mph. The essay evokes the grit, oil and attitudes of the riders. Something of Reno's wipe-out on the salt flats in Bonneville. With a 20-year old's perspective, so not all-knowing.

The inspirations for The Flamethrowers crop up a couple of other times in the collection, notably when she describes some pictures, which I could recognise as the novel's cover art. Weirdly I checked the current cover and found it was something different. 

Kushner is one of the coolest friends you'll meet. From Eugene, Oregon, to San Francisco, working in nightclubs, with the biggest rock bands, mentored by Don DeLillo, time in Cuba, also Jerusalem,  New York, France and Italy. And an interior worldview packed with intelligent and provoking outlooks. 

Always on and challenging. High stakes.

The internet

It's becoming worse. 

More of the systems that I use are exhibiting faults. 

I listed the undeclared change to Microsoft email yesterday. They'll, no doubt, say it was fully documented. But I didn't get or read the memo. It's a more pervasive problem. 

In the days of programmers and analysts, there was a testing protocol for new additions which ran something like - code test, module test, integration test, system test, operational proving, live. Modern systems are rebuilt daily with all the new candidates slapped in. So the effect can be somewhat wobbly.

Breughel was prescient with his tower of Babel painting illustrating Genesis 11: 1-9. One of the earliest puns, too: “Therefore its name was called Babel, because there the Lord confused the language of all the earth.” - A play on Babel and Balal "to confuse". Whatever it is , there are daily bugs and mis-fires all over the system now. 

My typical morning as far as 10:05...

1. I see a friend pop up on Facebook - I'm alerted via email. I try to read his message, but it suddenly wants a recovery code. I request one, but nothing appears. I don't respond to my friend. 
2. I want to check something in my medical records, yet find that all the older ones have mysteriously vanished from the system. 
3. One email system stops working mid-September, yet doesn't issue an alert. 
4. My electricity supplier has recently installed two new smart meters but can't pick up their data in the internet control panel. I have a new home display but find it inscrutable.
5. I try to bookmark an article but the subscription service it is from tells me incorrectly I have used my free download limit. Yes, I'm signed on. 
6. A service that I use swamps me with marketing messages becasue it hasn't separated out tranactional responses.

I could go on but I think that's enough.  

I know, I should focus on all the other systems that do work properly.

As useful as...

So now Microsoft have sheepishly stopped the routine access of Outlook from MacOS. I had to search the internet to find a notification. I've had to reset everything using Exchange now. 

"The safety and security of your information is top priority for Microsoft. To help keep your account secure, Microsoft will no longer support the use of third-party email and calendar apps which ask you to sign in with only your Microsoft Account username and password. To keep you safe you will need to use a mail or calendar app which supports Microsoft’s modern authentication methods. If you do not act, your third-party email apps will no longer be able to access your Outlook.com, Hotmail or Live.com email address on September 16th." 

 Lucky I don't depend on Microsplot mail for anything. Modern authentication methods.

Cyber

Tesla have previewed the cybercab. One has to separate the technology from the personality histrionics of its chief advocate. I'm pretty sure it will work though. My own Level 2 car with its Full Self Driving is pretty cool. It does all the stuff that my old Merc did - intelligent cruise control, speed limit adherence, self parking, and so on. 

I realise it's more about my confidence to let it get on with the driving now. I'm still nervous when it's reverse parking in a close space, say to back up to a charger point. Or that it can do a kind of controlled overtaking where it puts a blue box onto the diagram of where it intends to position during the manouevre. 

It begs a question though. The cybercab is doing all of this in a form-factor hardly any different from a regular car. But then something like Waymo takes a Jaguar and adds enough gadgetry to make it a candidate for a robo-cop movie.

I guess I'd be more cautious around a tricked out iPace.

Isle and Empires, Stephan Roman

I've been reading a book about the Romanovs and their visit to the Isle of Wight in the early 1900s. It was recommended to me by the owner of the house where we were staying and then, when in Cowes, I enquired about it (not remembering the title nor the author) in a friendly bookshop. 

True serendipity when the bookshop owner knew the book and mentioned that he had published it. Sadly it was out of print. 

Then the magic words... "I think I may have a copy around the back, let me have a look." 

Minutes later he returned saying he'd found the very last copy. A signed copy no less and Stephan Roman is related to the Romanovs. He's updated the book to include reflections upon Putin and Ukraine in a 2022 preface. 

 It's a fascinating read too, though not for the faint-hearted because it deals with the period leading to the Russian revolution when Bolsheviks gained control and the ex-Tsar was moved to the Russian town of Ekaterinburg. 

 The prisoners were the Imperial family: the former Tsar Nicholas, his wife Alexandra and their children, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia and Alexey. Thirteen days later, at Commandant Yakov Yurovsky’s command, and on direct orders from Moscow, the family was gunned down in a blaze of bullets in a basement room.

In the main setting for the book, centred around the Isle of Wight we see the imperial yacht Standart escorted by Russian cruisers and destroyers, bringing Tsar Nicholas, the Tsarina Alexandra and their children to the island and a spectacular welcome by King Edward VII with a review of the Royal Navy in its then awe-inspiring might. 

 While cannon thundered, bands played and seamen cheered, the British royal yacht Victoria and Albert steamed slowly between the lines of warships. 

The two monarchs (remarkably similar in appearance) stood on the yacht’s deck saluting in response, with Nicholas in the uniform of a British admiral. 

 It was the week of the Cowes Regatta, the climax of British smart society’s summer season, and Spithead was crowded with launches and pleasure steamers full of spectators. In the evening, King Edward entertained the Russian party to dinner on the Victoria and Albert and there was presently a dinner party on the spacious Standart. 

Tsar Nicholas had meetings with Prime Minister Asquith and Foreign Secretary Sir Edward Grey. The visit lasted only until August 6th. The two royal families were closely related and on friendly terms. 

Nicholas was a nephew of King Edward’s consort, Queen Alexandra, and the tsarina was a granddaughter of Queen Victoria. King Edward had been one of her godfathers and treated her very affectionately and she had fond memories of England. 

The king’s grandsons, David and Bertie, the future Edward VIII and George VI, were cadets at the naval college at Osborne, but Bertie developed whooping cough and was not allowed near his Russian relatives for fear of infecting the tsar’s haemophiliac son Alexei. 

David showed his ‘Uncle Nicky’ round the college, astonished at the elaborate police precautions that surrounded his every move. No one could foresee the dark days ahead, when George V refused to allow Tsar Nicholas and his family to escape to England from the Bolshevik Revolution such that the last Romanovs were brutally murdered in Ekaterinburg in 1918.

Mer means Meh.

I've driven about 25,000 miles in my electric car now. It charges swiftly and has lost 1% of its original capacity in around 2 years. 

That's from 336 to 328 miles for a full charge. I cannot say enough about how good the Superchargers are, compared with many of the other offerings. Fast, simple, reliable, hassle-free.

Last week I was in Ventnor, and tried the central car park EV chargers. The first two were out of order (Mer). The next two said they worked but would not accept credit cards. 

I tried the Mer App instead; it didn't work about half a dozen times (Definition of insanity springs to mind). I went to another street recharger (also Mer). Guess what ? it was a different style of unit but also didn't work. I note that these have all been installed with Isle of Wight funding, so there a reasonable follow-up for someone. 

 Meh. 

 I did finally recharge in a friendly hotel, enough for my 130 mile homeward journey, part of the way by ship.

Sublime - Will Young

Like we had a concert in our lounge. 

Will Young and Christian on keys plays and Will sings many tracks perfectly as acoustic renditions from both Will's back catalogue and newest album. Sublime. Get tickets and go.

Henged

Seeing as I was right by Stonehenge a few days ago, I thought I'd pay it another visit. I'd been staying in the nearby hotel which I also used as a car booster charge.

My recollection was of a long walk from the visitor centre to the actual stones. I wasn't disappointed and the route was across some fields with n'er a sighting of the stones until very close. I guess it was about 2 miles. 

You can just make out the stones in the middle of this picture, some distance away.

As always, there was a large group of people walking around the monoliths, but I was surprised to see that the photo guides to the stones have been modernised and offer suggestions about the best selfies and quirky pictures to take. I found this slightly disappointing, considering we were marvelling at 4,000 years of history. 

I also felt that I was kept further back from the stones now. I seem to remember almost being able to drift through them, but I suppose it's my unreliable memory playing tricks. This time I was a long way from the stones, aided by my iPhone's zoom lens.

The most uncomfortable part of the experience was the lengthy delay to buy a ticket and get into the visitor centre. It took ages; maybe it is done to manage the flow of people to the monuments? Once past the queue, I was able to find the museum and walk through it to get some sense of the history of all the henges.

Then the walk to the actual stones. There's a full account of them here: http://www.stonesofstonehenge.org.uk/search/label/Slaughter%20Stone

and it includes putting the record straight on a few, such as the 'Slaughter Stone'.

And here's a look back after the experience. Quite a line of people. Soon they will all be in the rather packed gifte shoppe.

And maybe,  back in the day, there were even more people attending the special ceremonies at Stonehenge? Was it for funerals? Spiritual matters? astronomical observance, or perhaps to recreate stories from the past, handed down as word of mouth and as re-enactments.

 

Creation Lake - before*

{Rachel Kuschner on a Ford Galaxy}

Some may recollect I started a journey around the UK in April, visiting friends before heading for the island of Rhodes and then catching an ocean-going liner to New York.

At the start I was recommended a bookshop in Frome, where I was unsuccessful in obtaining Slouching Towards Bethlehem, although I did get to hear the story of Joan Didion's smokin' banana yellow Corvette.

{Joan Didion smoking on her yellow Corvette Stingray}

The Frome evidence is all here, right back from that original post. A more recent signifier is the life passage of the Atlantic Ocean passing by every day. A voyage of clarity as well as a new supply of Jelly Beans of Thought.

And now it's September and I think I should declare at least a Waypoint in my trip. My white car has been depranged too, but I won't be sitting on Alice's bonnet.

I'm waiting to read Creation Lake, by Rachel Kuschner, who first ensnared me with The Flamethrowers, many years ago. All motorbikes and urgent Italian rebels.

Her Hard Crowd car pose is no accident- a full hat tip to Joan Didion. My experience of Kushner’s writing is fluidity and clarity, possessing a rhythm as determined as any ocean. There's vibrancy, strangeness, parallels, poise and wariness. She writes like she has reached the next level, or two, probably at 140 mph.

She is a champion of other, often parallel realities. I'm anticipating Creation Lake to promise similar intrigues.

Espionage, seduction, and the allure of the past as a ruthless American female agent for hire is sent to the French countryside to mix things up with French environmentalists. Blend in some humour, sparkle and philosophy and what's not to like?*

*I'm guessing at the moment but have high hopes. It's out next week.