Monday, 17 October 2011

Winkworth & Mottisfont

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Winkworth & Mottisfont, a set on Flickr.

We spent both days this passed weekend ticking off nearly-local National Trust sites. Got to make that membership pay for itself.

Our first stop was Winkworth Arboretum up in Surrey. It was pretty good, though not as bathed in autumn colours as we'd hoped. It was also somewhat lacking in the tearoom facilities that we've come to expect from the NT - no lemon drizzle cake (or decent sandwiches) here. Lunch was instead provided by nearby Godalming (home of the Nosmo King sign).

Sunday saw us out passed Romsey at Mottisfont Abbey. Not that you'd know it was a former abbey these days. The abbey, or parts of it anyway, have been almost entirely subsumed within a manor house exterior. It's quite something to see an arch or medieval wall hidden in a corner of an otherwise stately-seeming home. In a change from Saturday, dining was of a high standard (if matched by similarly high prices).

Sunday, 16 October 2011

A week in films

I seem to have seen a lot of films this past week ...

Easy A
Another enjoyable counter-example to my (ill-informed) no-films-for-girls observation from earlier this year. Emma Stone plays a funny (if somewhat unrealistically self-conscious) teenager whose white lie to avoid an undesirable camping trip takes on a life of its own in the gossip of her high school. Turning her new-found, and ill-founded, reputation as a tramp (US-sense) to her advantage, she becomes the go-to girl for boys keen to trade cash to "gain" sexual experience. But with consequences. Anyway, the film is played very well and is wry, witty and full of laughs, particularly when her super-liberal and super-supportive parents get screentime.

Grade: B+ (+2 on the Leeper Scale)

American History X
By contrast, and quite a surprising one, AHX is a badly acted, overly didactic, unrealistic mess of a film. It was well-received in some quarters when originally released (if subject to a hissy fit by its director), but it's difficult to see why, except in that it engages headlong with the theme of racism. But the film does so bluntly (dinner table discussions of racism) and artlessly (black-and-white for the past - I mean, really?), and wastes the talent on show. Very disappointing.

Grade: D+ (high -2 on the Leeper Scale)

His Girl Friday
I'd been waiting to see this film for years, in large part because a favoured author reverentially borrowed the name of its lead female character for his protagonist. It's a screwball comedy telling the story of a newspaper editor's nefarious scheming to win back his journalist ex-wife, played out alongside the events of one night in which a befuddled prisoner on death row escapes and unsettles the re-election prospects of a corrupt, incumbent mayor. But while fast-paced, and full of gallows humour, much of which is at the expense of the press, the film feels seriously dated and rather stagey (which, I've just discovered, is because it's a translated stage-play). It also has a few moments in it that disturb modern sensibilities, such as when the all-white cast nod along ("political correctness gone mad") to the suggestion that the prisoner only got the death penalty because he shot a black police officer. Disappointing, but not a waste.

Grade: C+ (high 0 on the Leeper Scale)

Midnight in Paris
Owen Wilson plays a Hollywood screenwriter, and Woody Allen proxy, who time-shifts to his idolised 1920s Paris, along the way discovering that so-called Golden Ages only appear that way when looked at in the rear mirror. While much of the press is presently gushing about this being a welcome return to past form for Woody Allen, I don't think that he's ever fully dropped the ball. To be fair, I haven't seen all of his films of the past decade, but I've probably seen most of them and none of those have been stinkers. To my mind, he's actually one of the most reliable of directors, even if his films aren't always (or ever?) cutting-edge "high art". Anyway, this was a very enjoyable, and gentle, love letter to Paris, with a central line on nostalgia that's difficult to disagree with, and a lot of good gags about figures of the time. It also made me remember how much I like wandering the streets of Paris - though, unlike the film, I prefer it sans pluie.

Grade: B+ (+2 on the Leeper Scale)

Tron: Legacy
A bit of a lazy delve into the past with this one. It doesn't do anything interesting in sequelising its fictional world, but unlike, say, The Matrix (which arguably borrowed a bit from the original Tron) it doesn't ruin it either (yes, I'm looking at you Reloaded / Revolutions). It's largely a superfluous if mildly entertaining retread of the original, which is only really engaging when Jeff Bridges does his Zen thing (though it does contain a surprising turn from Michael Sheen as an uber-camp entertainment program). The film does miss a trick, however, in failing to connect the real-world malevolence of corporate software giant ENCOM with that of Clu in the virtual-world, a theme that was more important in the original film. But the film isn't derailed by this, and just ambles along in a likeable enough fashion. Given that The Matrix more stylishly treads on similar ground, it's difficult to see what more could be done with Tron's world, but a bit more effort from the writers wouldn't have gone amiss. Amiably dull.

Grade: C (0 on the Leeper Scale)

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

"Least Concern"



Today's Featured Picture over at Wikipedia shows a giraffe grazing, and discusses adaptations for consuming spiky plants. Not knowing an awful lot about giraffes, but wondering how they were doing extinction-wise, I moseyed on over to the article on them and was duly reassured that they are classified by the IUCN as "Least Concern". However, sticking around to read up on "the tallest of all extant land-living animal species", I discovered that, across the entirety of Africa, there are fewer giraffes (of all species combined) than there are people living in Southampton. In fact, given the uncertainties involved in counting them, there could be considerably fewer.

All of which got me thinking about how the classification of "Least Concern" seems, at best, pretty relative (i.e. of least concern compared to most other species), and may give an overly rosy view of their status to skim-readers such as (usually) myself. I can't establish from Wikipedia how many giraffes were roaming Africa, say, 10,000 years ago, but I'd be surprised if it wasn't an order of magnitude more (for loose comparison, I did discover that there were ~300,000 African Bush Elephants when I was born, but there are only 10,000 now). That said, and knowing next to nothing about it, I would imagine that population viability is probably pretty good at the ~100,000 level (hence, presumably, "Least Concern").

Leaving that genetic aspect aside, given that land-use changes (i.e. more for humans, less for everything else) show no sign of altering direction at any point in the foreseeable (and not-so-foreseeable) future, I seriously doubt that the current giraffe population level is even faintly secure. To be fair, the term "Least Concern" is accurate: relative to many other species, giraffes are not immediately on their way out so, yes, we should be less concerned about them. But given this low population plus likely future change, and given that humans (7,000,000,000 and counting) are also formally classified as "Least Concern", it doesn't strike me as a helpful categorisation.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Half-life

Just finished watching a generally pleasing Horizon programme by Jim Al-Khalili about the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster, its consequences to date and the likely effect on nuclear power more widely. It had a lot of interesting stuff about how minimal the radioactive effects of the disaster have been (and are likely to continue being). And there was a nice section on how the most deleterious effects of the Chernobyl disaster of 1986 are, arguably, the psychological effects of worrying about radiation, rather than the radiation itself. Al-Khalili also made the same, oft-repeated point about how most of the socio-political problems faced by the nuclear industry can be traced back to its early association with the military.

It did, however, finish with a rather confusing item about a developing technology for dealing with nuclear waste that transmutes radioisotopes with long half-lives into others that decay much more quickly. This sounds like a good idea when you first hear it - get rid of pollution faster - but it doesn't quite make sense. Paradoxically, the longer a radioisotope takes to decay, the safer it is since it gives off less radiation per unit time. When one hears of nuclear waste that will take tens of thousands of years (or more) to decay, you're really hearing about something that's not very radioactive. By contrast, elements that decay in short periods of time - days, weeks, months - kick off a huge amount of potentially dangerous radiation in that time. Of course, if you store them safely during this period, this isn't a big problem, but they're still far from safe.

It may be that what Al-Khalili was getting at was this latter point, namely that one has to look after nuclear waste carefully for less time. Or that, in the case of radioactive elements that are also chemically toxic, they're quickly turned into elements with less conventionally undesirable properties. But it would help if he'd said, since I can't help but think that a shorter half-life isn't all sweetness and light.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Dr. M and Belfast

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Dr. M and Belfast, a set on Flickr.

Last weekend we flew out to Belfast for a weekend in the company of Dr. M, who, thanks to work commitments, has been out there for the past 9 months. Anyway, as I've never set foot on Irish soil (neither Nationalist nor Republican), and as we've not seen him for a while, we allowed ourselves to be stiffed by Flybe.

After spending Friday evening dining in his fancy docklands flat, we spent the whole of Saturday pacing the streets of central Belfast. Accompanied, unsurprisingly, by persistent rain. Among other sights, we took in the Salmon of Wisdom, the botanic gardens and Ulster Museum, before having a great meal out (inappropriately enough) in a Japanese restaurant.

Sunday saw us heading out of the city to the northern coast and to (quelle surprise!) the Giant's Causeway. Which, amazingly, we actually got some great weather for. The skies weren't exactly azure, but we had practically no rain, and it was great for photographs. We also took in a slightly shaky rope bridge, Carrick-a-Rede, to a nearshore island with views over to Scotland. The latter came as quite a surprise - despite looking at maps my whole life, it never occurred to me that the gap between N.I. and Scotland was narrow enough to see across.

In passing, in spite of the province's well-earned reputation, we didn't really come across anything (beyond an extensive museum exhibition) that reminded us of The Troubles. We did deviate slightly down a side street to see a few murals, but the ones we saw mostly referred to sportsmen rather than an armed struggle. This near-absence of any signs of sectarian strife was largely down to us avoiding areas where it was still (understandably; up to a point) contentious, but it also goes to show how normalised things have become. At least on the surface.

Anyway, needless to say, no end of photographs were taken. As well as a few movies - including one that documents our near-miss with the sea at the tip of the Giant's Causeway.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

50K

Fifty Thousand (2011-10-06 09.04)

Another 10K milestone. This time "achieved" in 111 days (~90 per day). Again, since I'm always adding new pictures, there are necessarily always more to accumulate hits. So it doesn't come as much of a surprise. But it's still nice to know that they're interesting enough to attract viewers. Even if they are, in part, my Mum and Dad.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

A transhumanist pauses

It's been a while since I last read something (or, more accurately, wrote about it) by the Australian writer Greg Egan. While I've still a collection of his stories to write about (in passing: they're uniformly excellent), I figure I'd better write-up his novel, Zendegi, before I forget all about it.



Iran, 2012. Martin, an Australian journalist, has travelled to Tehran to cover parliamentary elections, widely anticipated to be a stitched-up damp squib. They turn out as expected but a subsequent scandal involving the ruling elite restarts a flame thought extinguished by the crushing of the Green Movement in 2009. Attempting to document the scandal, Martin finds himself at its core and at some personal risk, but before long is reporting on the fall of the government. Meanwhile, Nasim, an Iranian exile working in the US, looks on at the changes in her homeland. Her continuing work as a computational neuroscientist depends on the successful funding of the Human Connectome Project, a vast effort that proposes to digitally describe the patterns of neuron connection in the human brain. But the HCP's faltering prospects, as well as unwanted overtures from a transhumanist entrepreneur keen to be "uploaded" first, convinces Nasim to quit academia and return to a changed Iran that appears to offer a bright, hopeful future.

15 years later. Martin has never left Iran, and has built a family and business in Tehran. Nasim has risen to the top of the Zendegi corporation, which serves up virtual reality adventures for all the family including, as it happens, Martin and his young son, Javeed. But the world-simulating business is fiercely competitive, and Zendegi is gradually losing ground to its rivals. To combat the slide, Nasim digs back into her past academic work to improve the process of side-loading, a method of "digitising" human experience. With this innovation, and the marketing coup of side-loading of a famous Iranian soccer star into virtual football matches, the fortunes of Zendegi begin to turn around. Meanwhile, a double tragedy strikes Martin's family, and threatens to leave Javeed an orphan, potentially raised by conservative Muslim relatives. Through a family connection, Martin contacts Nasim with a desperate request: can she create a side-loaded version of him to support and guide Javeed through a parentless future?



Of all of the novels of Egan's I've read to date, this is easily the one most likely to win him a wider readership. In part, because he gives it an almost-present setting that touches on a current political sore-point, but also because he eschews his traditional approach to novel-writing of laying on the physics with a trowel. Probably most importantly, however, is that Egan has invested the novel with characters that are considerably more developed, and much more easy to identify with, than his usual far future scientists or virtual reality consciousnesses. To be fair, he does still largely steer clear of Martin's marriage to Mahnoosh, and Nasim is given very little in her life away from her work, but even so they're far more fleshed out, and fleshy, than he's dealt with before. Especially as Martin's story takes on a desperate edge as he both tries to cope with his probable death, while arranging for a computer-generated proxy to help raise his son to share his values.

I'm getting ahead of myself a bit there though. First of all, I should say that Zendegi is an excellent read, whether one considers it in terms of its science fiction aspects, its take on Iranian politics or its humane central drama. Given my previous experience with Egan which, while positive, has not exactly been caveat-free, I was genuinely surprised where he went in this book. In the past, Egan's virtual realities and their electronic citizens appear fully formed (cf. Schild's Ladder), but here he takes a detailed (but thankfully physics-free) look at the beginnings of these technologies. His travels through the highways and byways of contemporary Iranian politics also came as something of surprise given his usual penchant for far future societies with only a tangential connection to present day concerns. But I was most surprised with the touching core of Martin's concern for his son's future. Egan has given his characters human circumstances and frailties before, but here they're much more front-and-centre, as well as credible.

One idea which, while raised, does get a little short-changed by the human drama, is the status of the virtual reality Proxies that exist in Zendegi. They are introduced as only initially convincing NPCs who play alongside Martin and Javeed in Zendegi's storybook worlds. But as the novel progresses, Nasim and her team develop ever more advanced Proxies that are side-loaded to tackle increasingly human-like activities, such as complex team games like football, or even serving to spot hacks and defend Zendegi against attacks that have circumvented its automatic checking software. Furthermore, the central strand of the second half of the novel is the creation of a Proxy side-loaded with Martin's emotional and intellectual responses, a Proxy whose responses even Martin finds unnerving. While it is implied, or at least suspected, that these advanced Proxies are conscious (albeit with goldfish memories), Egan only really focuses on the ethics of their use late in the novel, and then only quite lightly. So the reader only briefly considers the fates of potentially millions of intelligent and self-aware electronic slaves. Still, Egan's flipping of the novel from a tale about the aspiration to create perfect simulacra into one that imagines a future of exploited consciousnesses is laudable. And, given his previous novels which depict a Brave New World of digital selves, quite unexpected.

In passing, an interesting beyond-the-novel angle is how Egan is, essentially, pouring cold water over the dreams (fantasies?) of the transhumanists. Given his previous work, it would be very easy to categorise him as a leading member in the ranks of the Singularity-awaiting masses. Augmented humans? Check. Sliding slope between real- and virtual-life? Check. Fanatical faith in technology? Check. But, instead, he uses Zendegi to fire a shot across the metaphorical bows of the transhumanist project. First, by introducing an unpleasant (but not inaccurate) transhumanist character keen to subvert the HCP. Then by kicking their hopes of near-future digital salvation into the long grass by illustrating the incredible difficulties involved. And, finally, by observing that, in the event of its construction, the road to transhumanist paradise will most likely be paved by enslaved Proxies. Personal, technical and ethical snubs, and (seemingly) quite against the run of play in Egan's fiction. Most enjoyable.

Anyhow, by way of summary, an excellent read which shows that Egan is capable of far more than interesting science fiction ideas. However, it's not, to be honest, my favourite of his works. Though I appreciated all of the things that I rave about above, particularly his avoidance of heavy-duty physics, I missed the more out-there aspects of his earlier novels, like the multiverse of Diaspora, the new lifeforms of Schild's Ladder and the QM mind-bending of Quarantine. Admittedly, in all of those, the good bits came with far too much physics for me to unequivocally champion them. But I hope (and expect) that Zendegi will be able to win Egan more fans of his work. He deserves them.



P.S. A particular nice idea in Zendegi, one which may even be on the cards, is how the Iranian protesters circumvent the blocks put on their telecommunications by their rulers. Instead of relying on an infrastructure of mobile phone masts that can be centrally shut down, their "slightly smart" phones pass information between themselves, gradually "diffusing" messages outwards until a functioning mast is found. Very clever.