Thursday, April 17, 2008
I'm a huge fan of local newspapers, and in my part of London I have a good half dozen or more weekly papers to choose from.  But they do not always present their news in the clearest and most sensible manner.  For example, check out the following from Ham & High (i.e. Hampstead and Highgate) March 20, 2008 exactly as it appeared in the paper:

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I don't care how incompetent the donkey was at preventing crime, surely it doesn't deserve to be crucified!  And as usual for London it appears that a large mob has turned out for the public execution.


Of course this is actually just a classic example of silly layout, as you can see by the wider angle:

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 Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Previous / Next

Now and then (i.e. "all the time") I read blogs or other web content that has a handy navigation tool at the bottom of some pages, like the broken version illustrated above. But there's some maddening inconsistency about the way these things are used. Sometimes older content is referred to by "Previous" (because after all, it was written earlier, and therefore previous in time) and other times by "Next" (because in many cases one starts reading at the present, and therefore earlier posts have now become later in the reading sequence). Coupled with this is the problem of browser-based navigation which uses forward or back (sensibly mapped onto "Next" and "Previous" respectively) regardless of the sort of link one may have used to get there.

Sometimes you get sensible labels like "Older" or "Newer", or numbered entries (a system that doesn't work all that well for regularly updated push-down sorts of content, I suppose), but a lot of the time you don't. It's especially messy when the individual doing the browsing has many pages open at once, likes to navigate using multiple methods, and is totally scatterbrained.

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 Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Today on the bus ride to work, I overheard two undergraduate students complaining about the way their English literature essays had been marked. The main problem (in these students' eyes) related to the totally unfair and arbitrary manner in which their instructor used her own personal judgement in determining which kinds of sources were relevant and which were not. The phrase "books and papers by dead old white men" was bandied about, and it was suggested that this instructor's pro-dead/old/white/male attitude was having a drastic negative impact on the educational validity and relevance of the class, and therefore to their educational experience as a whole. I (mentally) nodded along at first; after all there's no shortage of current authors writing on the topic, placing the work in whatever sort of context one might imagine as being possibly relevant (and many that are frankly a stretch even for the stretchy mind).

But then, it turned out they were not actually contrasting dusty old tomes by long-lived, long-dead, long-white, long-males to spanking new ultra-relevant works complete with ISBN-13s which the instructor had unfairly discarded due to her irrational love of the long-everything publications mentioned above. No, the instructor's main beef with the essays was that a number of the students had made the same rather unusual point, mostly using a rather unusual turn of phrase, which happened to originate from Wikipedia. Now I'm not saying that Wikipedia is the devil, but merely that university students should probably rely on more than encyclopedias to write their papers. And if they do write their papers mainly from encyclopedias, they should suffer accordingly. Maybe Wikipedia's authors and editors are alive, and often young (erm, I'll have to get back to you on the "white male" business. I have my suspicions), but Wikipedia should hardly be considered as a primary source (Wikipedia is not a publisher of original thought). It might be an entirely reasonable starting point to get some ideas if you're totally devoid of them, but it's never a good idea to pass off the ideas, or worse, the words, of Wikipedia as your own. It's particularly bad if you don't acknowledge the source and are not even clever enough to change the words around.

Frankly, I'm surprised that university students were caught by Wikipedia in this way, and they're lucky they were only downgraded instead of being swatted across the room for incompetent plagiarism. But it must be really terrible for teachers of slightly younger students, trying to get them to actually read assigned books in this day and age of instantly available summary information of all kinds. Back in the olden days, of course, the main way of doing this was through Cliffs Notes [sic?], whose distinctive cover design marked you out as a cheat from a hundred paces, and which were (allegedly) kept by most teachers for comparison with unusually insightful essays. Or by re-using a very good paper from someone else in some other year, possibly changing a few words here and there to hide the paper's origin (or at worst, just using White-Out to replace the original author's name with your own). This, however, required access to (a) a good paper, (b) from someone older, (c) on the right topic, which were seldom available. The Dunce family library, however, contained a number of highly abridged classic novels, which I understand were rented out to classmates by a certain relative of mine for book-report purposes. Shameful indeed. But not as shameful as university students cutting and pasting from Wikipedia!

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 Thursday, November 15, 2007
Nearly a year ago, in this post I extolled the virtues of Library Thing, a site that gives interesting book suggestions (and "unsuggestions") based on statistics of users' libraries.

Well, we have now finally decided to bite the bullet and start recording the contents of our own library there as well. I must admit this has become a bit of an obsession in the Dunce house (who would have thought?!), but there's a long way to go. Despite the handy options to find books easily (looking up by ISBN using Amazon, Library of Congress or quite a few other databases) it's still taking us a long time. Mainly due to UK editions which don't always come up on Amazon or any of the others we've tried. So we're still working on our first room, the dining room. The main consequence of this is that cookbooks are relatively over-represented at the moment.

It gives all kinds of interesting information; perhaps the most interesting to us at the moment is the number of users who have a particular book in their collection (although this may not be exactly right due to variations in titles, editions etc. For example I find it extremely hard to believe that only two Libray Thing users have a copy of "Wrestling's Heels and Heroes", or that nobody but us has the Oxford Handbook of Psycholinguistics), and also the other books owned by people whose libraries are similar to ours so far.

Our catalog is visible to public view here, although please note that we have a long, long way to go before it will be complete. So don't use this as a definitive guide to gift book selection. Especially if the good book stores near our workplaces keep trying to clear out their second-hand books (I think we are +5 in the last couple of days for this reason).

Rumors that we are planning to convert the attic into a library are not completely true.

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 Monday, October 01, 2007
This weekend the Dunces said goodbye to a couple of old friends, two large Ikea bookshelves (one "Leksvik" and one who-knows-what) which have been with us for ages and together offered us a dozen (much-needed) shelves of book storage. Unfortunately as we've moved the shelves from place to place, their structural integrity has gradually decreased (despite our efforts to take them apart very carefully, and just as carefully store all the hardware necessary to rebuild them successfully). And now they can probably be best described as "wonky"; they are fine if carefully propped in a corner, but tend to slouch if left to their own devices. But they've been happily slouching in the back bedroom for some months now, loaded with books and showing no signs of imminent collapse. Perhaps I've exaggerated their lack of structural integrity (although I'm irritated by their tendency towards "disposable", like many Ikea products [Sometimes you do get what you pay for]); the real problem is that they don't really fit anywhere in our flat. They've remained in our back room just because we've abandoned the room, leaving it as a disorganized storage area where we hang our clothes to dry, park an extra bike, and so on.

But now things are changing. Mrs. Dunce is spearheading the effort to make the room usable, which includes building a set of shelves* from floor to ceiling in a fairly wide alcove next to the chimney breast. These shelves should have just about as much capacity as the two bookshelves, and will allow us much more space in the room. So we dragged the two old shelves outside, leaving them next to the bins in the hope that someone else might consider them useful and take them away. I didn't think there was much chance; they looked even more wonky sitting on our crooked pavement in the front garden. But surprise, surprise, this morning they were gone. So now there's no going back. We have to build the shelves, or get rid of a dozen cartons of books!**


* We should be up to the job of shelf-building, having already completed a small test run in another room using the same style of shelf mounting.

** While I was clearing off the old bookshelves, I was also going through the books with an eye on getting rid of those we didn't need any longer. But I only found a dozen or so that I could really do without (to give you an idea of my hoarding tendencies, Battlefield Earth made the cut). So it was hardly worth making an effort to get rid of any books this time around.

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 Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Q Who had a beard of burnt up black?
A Blackbeard.

I've spent most of the holiday break away from the computer, so it's been a while since I've posted anything. So imagine my surprise when I checked my access logs and found zillions of referrals from internet searches for beards. Not only beards but specifically, those of burnt up black. I immediately discarded the possibility that the bear community had launched some sort of major Christmas publicity effort, and followed the referrals to their target. Actually, the beard in question is mentioned only in this entry, referring to a particular literary work. To which I refer obliquely at the moment for reasons that will become clear in a bit.

So where did all these references to this literary work come from? I googled the phrase myself, and quickly found the answer. It's a question in this year's King William's College Quiz (PDF link from King William's College site; html link from the Guardian). Quizzes like these are quite a British tradition (and Mannish as well, if that's not covered by the term "British"); this time of year it's nearly impossible to get through a newspaper without a year-in-review quiz of some sort, never mind all the pub quizzes out there. But it seems the gentle art of quizzery has suffered a serious blow thanks to the readily available mountain of information out there (here!) these days. I've been quite a fan of trivia in my day, and have a great appreciation for those who are able to retain vast amounts of inconsequential information (myself included to a limited extent, much more limited when it comes to British pop culture predating my arrival here [though I have made up ground when it comes to pop culture of the 21st century]). But now answering quiz-type questions is very different. Answering a question like the one above now requires little more than typing it into your friendly search engine (Google, that is: referrals from Google are occurring more than 30 times as often as all other search engines combined) and seeing what comes up. Unless, of course, this particular entry appears on your search results. For Blackbeard is not the correct answer at all, but Svengali (also mentioned in KWC's 2000 quiz). Even if a question is written in a manner that prevents searching for the exact quotation, clever use of search terms (usually not the norm, if my referral logs are anything to go by) can still often get the answer quite readily. Never mind people who start compiling their own lists of answers. I was tempted to start compiling such a list, all with incorrect but acceptable-sounding answers. But then I figured that having all the wrong answers in one place might be too obvious. So I'll stick with my old friend alone: Blackbeard and his beard of burnt up black.

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 Tuesday, December 12, 2006
It's time for another excellent time-wasting website, brought to my attention by a recent post on the Language Log (title: "If you loved The Chomsky Reader, you'll hate The Devil Wears Prada"). This one is the Library Thing, an online book cataloguing system that allows you to see your own collection in the context of other people's collections (N.B. you can only enter 200 books into your "collection" for free [no limit: $10/year or $25/life], but 200 is probably a pretty good start if you have time for it). To me the most interesting aspects of this site are the suggestion/anti-suggestion options. The suggestion option is similar to Amazon's recommendation system (Amazon recommendations are also presented in the Library Thing's suggestion page), "People with this book also have...", based on deviation of actual ownership of a title from the expected ownership based on popularity.

The suggestion system gives results that look like this for a few of my favorite books (I've only looked at the level of individual works; I'm a bit too busy to enter in my own library [or subset thereof]): people who own Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash tend to own other works by Stephenson, also William Gibson, Bruce Sterling and so on. Just like me. Owners of Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow seem to have plenty of other Pynchon, plus William Gaddis, David Foster Wallace, John Barth, and Richard Powers. Just like me. Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace gives more Wallace (not of IJ quality, I should note), plenty of Pynchon, also Gaddis, Dom DeLillo, Dave Eggers, Jonathan Franzen (plus Michael Chabon who keeps coming up, I'll have to check him out). A Confederacy of Dunces, however, brings up some odd results (differing depending on "v1" vs "v2", a distinction I haven't quite figured out yet*). Top of the table is Truman Capote's In Cold Blood, followed closely by Gravity's Rainbow and a slew of Vonnegut titles, but also Faulkner, Joyce, Nabokov, Irving and Kerouac.

But there's also an anti-suggestion system the unsuggester (people who own X tend not to own Y): People who ownSnow Crash tend not to own Rick Warren's The Purpose Driven Church, Henri Nouwen's The Wounded Healer: Ministry in Contemporary Society and Jan Karon's In This Mountain. Owners of Gravity's Rainbow are very short on Tim LaHaye (7 titles in the top 30 "unrecommended"), John Piper (4 titles), also missing out on The Other Side of the Story by Marian Keyes and Petals on the Wind by V.C. Andrews. Infinite Jest readers do not tend to own novels by James Patterson, Nora Roberts, Tamora Pierce and Dean Koontz (this is the only exception I've found: I must admit I do have something by Koontz hanging around the house that has not yet found a suitable home). Finally, A Confederacy of Dunces owners tend not to have Boy Meets Girl: Say Hello to Courtship by Joshua Harris, and a mass of books by Sherrilyn Kenyon (seven of the ten unsuggested books).


*The distinction between v1 and v2 is explained in a comment on the LibraryThing blog: "
Basically v2 has the "obscurity knob" turned up. It care more about the ratio of have/expected than the absolute number of have/expected. v1 is also massaged a bit to dampen high-popularity low-specificity books (eg., things you read in High School, like the Crucible)."

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 Friday, November 10, 2006
I just went to the webpage of my old hometown newspaper. At the top of the page:

Breaking News: Which Sunday Comics are your favorite?

It's good to see things haven't changed much around there.

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 Friday, March 31, 2006

An ongoing series about my love of books.

As I don't recall at all, I started reading at a very early age (surely quite impaired by my terrible vision, as I didn't have glasses yet). There were stacks and stacks of books of all sorts in our house (a TV-free zone, although I vaguely remember an unused TV hanging around in the basement), and I know I was an avid reader from the beginning. The first book I actually remember reading today was Go, Dog, Go!. I thought it was hysterically funny to see the pictures of wild dogs wearing hip duds and driving fast cars towards some sort of dog-only Woodstock-in-a-giant-tree really kept my interest, and I always wished I could some day go to a similar party in a tree.

I also really liked to read my father's Pogo books, although for some reason I failed to recognize any of the references to the Nixon administration, or to any other historical figures for that matter. To me they were just some unusual comics about a group of rural, swamp-dwelling animals who got into various comic antics as they floated around the swamp in flat-bottomed boats (e.g. the poor alligator who was always suspected of eating other characters. Sometimes justly as I vaguely recall).

I was also a fan of joke books from a very young age, and ran into certain problems as I was keen to pass on these jokes even when I didn't quite understand what they were about. One of the few examples I can remember falls into this category, and is also an excellent indicator of the historical period I'm talking about (it's also just as funny today as it was then!):
Q: What's giant, purple and swims in the ocean?
A: Moby Grape!
I think I also caused some inadvertent household controversy when I came across a really unusual and funny joke book the likes of which I'd never seen before. It definitely belonged to my father (a fan of subtle, intelligent humor of all sorts). I can still clearly remember the one I proudly told to my mother:
"Mommy, mommy, can we go for a ride?"
"Shut up, your iron lung won't fit in the Volkswagen."
For some reason, she didn't think it was very funny. And the next time I went to the high shelf to look for the joke book, it had disappeared. Must have gotten lost or something. In my teenage years I amassed quite a collection of sick joke books (mostly in the "Truly Tasteless Jokes" series), but they had a similarly unfortunate tendency to evaporate into thin air, even when stashed in fairly secure hiding places.

Unfortunately, my joke-book-reading tendencies were to a large extent inspired by reading various fictional tales of comedically-blessed, precocious children who always managed to have a giant circle of friends and were constantly the center of attention with their wise-cracking antics. I usually found myself in very diffferent circumstances, and drew the unfortunate conclusion that I just hadn't yet found the right jokes to draw the crowds. So (with the aid of a healthy "humor" section in the public library), I worked my way through the various genres without success. Knock-knock jokes just didn't sit well with anyone (thank goodness I didn't completely remember the one from the above-mentioned disappearing joke book: "Knock, knock"; "Who's there?"; "Nazis"; "Nazis who?"; [and the punchline was something to do with Anne Frank. I'm sure that would have gone down a treat with the under-10 audience]), nor did riddles, cross jokes (there are more than 90,000 Google hits for "what do you get when you cross a * with a")), light bulb jokes (would you believe 295,000 Google hits for "how many * does it take to change a light bulb"?!), puns, funny headlines, shaggy dog stories, and don't even get me started on limericks (Very underappreciated by elementary school teachers, I should say. Especially if they feature islands south of Cape Cod).
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 Tuesday, March 28, 2006

I've neglected writing about reading too long on this blog, especially since I'm such a book fanatic. Today starts a series of posts about me and books (although we'll see how long I stick to the idea). I'll start with a snapshot of the current moment when it comes to reading.

In general, the amount of time I spend reading is inversely proportional to the amount of time I spend cycling. This is especially related to my commute (it's very easy to read on the bus, and very difficult to read on the bike). Lately I've been riding a lot, so I've been reading much less. Not to say I haven't been reading; my most recent books are as follows:

David Lee Roth's autobiography, Crazy from the Heat. I'm not much of a musician/memoir reader; this one was lent to me by a friend and served an excellent role as toilet reading. In general, Amazon reviewers thought this book was wonderful (average rating: 4.5/5 stars). I found it shockingly incoherent and full of Mr. Roth's giant ego (I must admit, occasionally amusing). It was apparently edited down from thousands of pages; I can't imagine what it was like before the editing process. However, this made it ideal as a toilet read: as the tales he relates don't seem to be in any particular order, and tend to fade from one tale into the next without resolution, one need not adjust the duration of one's transactions to correspond with chapters, narrative units, etc.

Iain Sinclair's Lights Out for the Territory. An excellent counterpoint to the Roth biography which I read in more public places. This one also contains its share of incoherent ramblings, but they're all inspired by Sinclair's psychogeopgraphical journeys around London, and it's full of interesting London characters, obscure locations, objects and events which together make up a sort of London mythology. Each of the sections follows the author on a hike in London, and no detail is too minor to set him off on a string of associations about the area, its people, its mood, and how all of them may have changed as time goes by. His approach to exploring the area resonates with me quite a bit, although my inclinations toward interpretation are substantially less grandiose. (Amazon reviews: average 4/5 stars)

David Foster Wallace's Consider the Lobster and other essays. I'm a huge fan of DFW, whose Infinite Jest is one of my favorite books of all time. His short stories, on the other hand, have been largely disappointing (and let's not even go into Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity which is infuriating in its unholy union of chatty ramblings about like the greatest math teacher ever and just how cool he was, and (fairly) well put together mathematical content), and I found his previous book of essays A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again mixed: I really really enjoyed the title essay, in which DFW recounts a decidedly unfun experience on a luxury cruise, and also his account of visiting the Illinois State Fair [featuring an incident of overeating sufficiently severe to require medical attention], but others on more highbrow sujects were less memorable/interesting. The same can be said about this one: the essays I enjoyed most were those that revolved around DFW's personal experiences in various situations (Adult Video News awards ceremony; traveling on the John McCain bus during his 2000 Presidential campaign; watching the events of Sept 11 2001 with neighbors in Bloomington, IL). There was also an excellent piece on Tracy Austin's autobiography and how unsatisfied DFW was with its lack of meaningful content (mirroring my own complaints about the massive number of interviews with successful ath(a)letes who just go on and on about doing it for the team, and sucking it up when the heat's on, and giving 110%, and just pulling together like a unit and getting things done, ad infinitum). The title piece was written for Gourmet magazine about the Maine Lobster Festival, and had DFW's characteristic interesting observations about the event itself, before mutating into DFW's opinions about the ethics of lobster preparation and so on (yawn... I've read more of this sort of stuff than I care to acknowledge, and it feels like more of an individual decision at this level). An assortment of hifalutin articles that I sorta skipped over (Dostoevsky, Kafka), and an essay about correct English language usage which has had the fur flying for quite a while (for example, see Language Hat's post "David Foster Wallace Demolished" [scroll down]; google snoot wallace if you want to read more about this particular topic. I have a few opinions on the subject myself but have run out of time to say much for now). Oh yeah, I have to mention the final essay in the book. It was a reasonably-decent discussion of talk radio in the US (and why it's like it is), terribly, terribly marred by inline "footnotes" in boxes (not necessarily corresponding to their narrative location) which broke up the text, were connected to their relevant section by arrows (and sometimes multiple arrows). It was just about impossible to read, a shame because the content was quite good (why? why? why not just stick with standard footnoting, with which DFW is quite well acquainted I can assure you. Apparently when it originally appeared in The Atlantic the notes were formatted in a more agreeable and readable way.).

So that's what I've just read now. Next time, some influential books or events involving books from my youth.
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 Monday, February 13, 2006

Yesterday we came home to discover that a handwritten (photocopied) poem had been anonymously pushed through our mail slot. I'll post it below without commentary, criticism, or pretentious drivel (but feel free to add those yourself in the comments if you feel so inclined).

(untitled)
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SERVICE RENOWATION AND
BOLDING
-PAINTING, CARPET, LINOLEUM
BRICKLAYING, KLIN GARDEN
LEYBERS, RABISH TEKE
AWEY, PLASTERS MEN!
07849471769 (PAWEL)
07851411483 (RAFEL)


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The numbers in lines 7 and 8 are UK mobile telephone numbers, and were written in a very nonstandard form for the UK: loopy nines, crossed sevens, fours that looked more like lightning bolts and ones that looked more like lambdas.

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 Friday, October 21, 2005

I've always been someone who keeps my eye on the ground looking for interesting things that have been dropped or abandoned by others. When I was very young I read a storybook about a little old man who had once found some money on the ground. He spent the rest of his life looking down at the ground, eventually becoming permanently hunched over, and never seeing the pretty things like sunsets, rainbows, birds, trees, clouds and so on. In other words, the moral was that you should look up and not down. Even as a child I had a very curmudgeonly response to this, after all, he FOUND MONEY ON THE GROUND!! And probably found A LOT MORE in the rest of his life, along with other great stuff. Perhaps I was sensitive to this issue due to my own downward-looking tendencies, but I felt that spending at least some time looking downwards was an entirely valid lifestyle. Not only can you find great stuff (aforementioned MONEY, bottle caps, colored glass, used-up lighters, nuts and bolts, old keys, etc. etc.) but a lowered gaze is a good way to avoid aggressive reactions from nonhuman primates and bullies (whether human or non-). And I have found some great stuff in my day, without a hint of scoliosis (AND I've managed to see my share of sunsets, rainbows, even eclipses and meteor showers which weren't even mentioned by the silly author I mention above). I should insert here the time-worn phrase "One man's trash is another man's treasure" which is the only way I can really justify the hundreds (if not thousands) of rusty bottle caps that we collected over a number of years. And to be honest, I can't really think of anything that would be universally judged as a "great find" (when I say "universally" I only mean "among friends, family, acquaintances and others who might read this entry"). But fortunately this new-fangled innernet thing has revealed a community of like individuals, (perhaps) centered around FOUND Magazine ("We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework, to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles - anything that gives a glimpse into someone else's life."). And yesterday I found something that would certainly qualify for FOUND Magazine (in fact I shall be sending them the original). It was a page of hand-written text, reproduced below (as written, including formatting as best I can without scanning it in). I think it's a plan we all should follow. Fortunately the 'new' items are only vaguely specified and can be sold in numerous locations. Internet.


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Where do I want us to be?

-- Renovate French property with some land (pref. with own water supply and woodland.)

-- Retain London flat - rent out in short term, use as London 'base' in long term.

-- Use French 'base' for workshop to create 'new' items, renovate, reuse to sell in London, Bath, Cambridge, etc. Possibly also Paris in the medium term. Internet.

-- Grow some food, plant fruit, nut trees. Evolve bottling etc. mainly for ourselves but possible sideline business.

'Issues'

-- Language

-- May (will?) need to raise a mortgage (let to buy)

-- Complicated accounts / tax / pensions position

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 Thursday, August 18, 2005

An awful lot of the blogs I read on a regular or semi-regular basis are on Blogspot (now run by Google). One of them features a "Random blog" link which sends the clicker off to a mystery blog selected (apparently) at random from the whole mess. And mess it is: I followed it a couple of times and was a bit disturbed to find so many "spam blogs" among them.

They're quite easy to spot; their typical content is something like this:

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Their names often contain random letter stings (e.g. fazscom), and/or product names (e.g. towelsite), and/or numbers, usually have no customization, and the default links still appear:
* Google News
* Edit-Me
* Edit-Me

These spamblogs are (I guess) intended to boost Google rankings of their underlying site (see this article for an interesting analysis and comment-discussion), perhaps in a nigritude ultramarine sort of way, or else trick browsers into visiting their site. To a large extent they seem automatically generated (although I guess human intervention is now required in order to create a blog). I wondered how common such blogs are within the Blogspot sphere, so I did a little experiment with the random blog link. I clicked it 100 times to see what came up (discounting any repetitions that occurred, if any). Of course I have no way of knowing that the sample is random, but this gives an impression of the proportion of spamblogs out there.

Of the 100 tests, 39 of them were spamblogs (including the following "themes": Adult, Ammunition, Australia travel, Belts, Broker Mortgage, Cells, Christian dating, College, Cosmetic x2, Craft, Credit, Diaper, Disease sites, Fashion, Football, Healthcare products, Home Builder, Laser hair removal, Line of credit, Mortgage x2, Notes, Paris travel, Pasadena travel, Plus size, Pottery, Reality TV, Recipe, Sports Supplement, Stock, Tennessee, Tools, Transportation, Used treadmills, plus four miscellaneous junk sites with various content but clearly of a spam blog type).

The 61 "real" blogs were of various quality (including 10 blogs with only a single post more than a month old, but which were noticeably written by humans. Usually to say "Like everyone else I know, I am going to start blogging now, and this is my blog"). But this gives me a rough estimate of the proportion of blogspot blogs that are spammy, call it 40%. Is this a problem? I'm not sure, as the only way I come across them is by the random search, or occasionally they will turn up when I search blogs using Technorati (but it's quite clear that they are spammy; I need not follow a link to "Weight Loss Plans Weight Loss Plans Information About Weight Loss Plans click on this link to discover how good nutrition can help with dieting and weight lossNutrition advice Atkins Diet Best Fat Burners Cabbage Soup Diet Calories Counting Calories Diabetes Diet Diabetic Diet Diet Pills Diet Pill" when I am looking for a [real] blog that discusses "cabbage soup" [I somehow doubt I would take this route, however, with Epicurious just around the corner]). Surely they must be useful in some way to the designers; I'm just not sure how.

Although I didn't spend any time reading the "real" blogs that jumped out at me, I have to mention the blog of celticwanderlust, whose last entry happened to refer to our next holiday destination (just a few days): No, the Germans haven't bombed London again. It's much, much worse. The British have invaded Tallinn!!! Stag parties are terrorising this town, holding it hostage with there need to to be drunk, naked and loud all at the same time! I became used to this when the british invaded dublin (as if 900 years wasn't enough) and destroyed our pub and club culture....

We'll have to see if we manage to avoid the invasion; we're mostly after history and food (and definitely not being simultaneously drunk, naked and loud).
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 Wednesday, July 27, 2005
As promised yesterday, here are all the photos from my cycle commute to work this morning:
Caption 1: It's raining. And chilly. So I decided not to take the camera on my cycle commute.
Caption 2: I decided not to take the cycle either.
Caption 3: So why am I bothering to write captions for nonexistent photos of a nonexistent journey? Hmmm I'll have to think about that one.

One of the disadvantages of being close to several useful bus routes is that it's very easy to take the lazy way out and leave the bike behind. It adds about 20 minutes to my commuting time, but gives me a chance to read. Those of you who may think my reading choices are unusual, individualistic or somehow out of the mainstream will be very disappointed to learn that I am following a massive public trend with my current choice of reading material. Yes, I have joined in the fad and am now reading Trilby by George du Maurier (OK, I'm a little behind the bleeding edge of this fad which had its heyday nearly 100 years ago, but I'm a follower not a leader). As for reading it, well, it's certainly a product of its time: it's set in Paris and chock full of clever French bons mots, well, even entire conversations that are not entirely transparent to a dullard/simpleton reader who does not read French (surely the sign of an inferior education). But the real delight is being introduced to the original Svengali, whose name has of course entered the English lexicon " to designate one who exercises a controlling or mesmeric influence on another, freq. for some sinister purpose." (Oxford English Dictionary). But he is introduced in a very subtle manner which gives no clues whatsoever that he may have sinister motives:

First, a tall bony individual of any age between thirty and forty-five, of Jewish aspect, wll-featured but sinister. He was very shabby and dirty, and wore a red béret and a large velveteen cloak, with a big metal clasp at the collar. His thick heavy, languid lustreless black hair fell down behind his ears on to his shoulders, in that musician-like way that is so offensive to the normal Englishman. He had bold, brilliant black eyes, with long heavy lids, a thin, sallow face, and a beard of burnt-up black, which grew almost from under his eyelids, and over it his moustache, a shade lighter, fell in two long spiral twists. He went by the name Svengali, and spoke fluent French with a German accent and humourous German twists and idioms, and his voice was very thin and mean and harsh, and often broke into a disagreeable falsetto.

There is no shortage of Svengali figures in the news: GhanaWeb describes Karl Rove as Bush's Svengali (and wishes for even half-a-Rove behind Ghana's President Kufuor, perhaps missing the "sinister" implications of the term), and many other news or "news" articles use the term in the same contexts. Other Svengalis appear (like the original Svengali) in the music business (Suge Knight to Snoop Dogg, Alanis Morissette's "producer/collaborator/svengali" Glenn Ballard, Dr. Dre [who I believe is NOT a real DOCTOR!] to The Game, and numerous others). Maybe some day I too will become a Svengali, but first I'll need a velveteen cloak and a bad dye job.
bike | read
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 Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I grew up in a fairly conservative church -- conservative enough that (at least for a while) there was a wall display of Jack Chick cartoon tracts. These tracts come in quite an impressive range including all sorts of tough guy themes, some that have very specific religious targets, as well as some timely issues.

Their bread and butter, however, is "This is Your Life", which tells the tale of a successful man struck down in the prime of life, and has been translated into more than 100 different languages. To me it's most interesting to see the different depictions of "success", depending upon the language. The standard image of success features a Corvette, a cardigan/turtleneck combo, a cold drink, a pipe, and a TV showing some sort of hostage drama:
Image of success

EDIT NOTE: I guess I cross-linked to Chick's images and they don't approve, since now my images are broken. As it would be a little sneaky to download their copyrighted images and post them myself for the purpose of ridicule, I'll just leave my comments here, although they don't make much sense without the accompanying images. Sorry

This image is used (with translated text) for many languages including Albanian, Esperanto, Euskara, Luxembourgian and a host of others (including, strangely, Inuit). However, other cultures get different images of success:

Waray-Waray success
In Waray-Waray (a Phillippine language) success is family and drink;

Vietnamese success
The Vietnamese guy (like other east Asians, although his face may be slightly altered) may not have a family but he's got a serious car;

African success
In Swahili (and most other African languages) it's all about romance (and the lady gets the drink);

Arabic success
The Arabic (and Farsi) guy gets the English Corvette, costume and the same TV show, but not a pipe (or a razor);

Bengali success
In Bengali (and other languages of India), it's enjoying drinks and canapes with another couple;

Fijian success
But you can't beat Fiji (or Tahiti): chilling out on a deserted island with a lady, a bottle, and a nice Hawaiian shirt.

They have one thing in common, though: they all get chopped down by Death, having only time to utter something akin to the English "Whaaa?"
: In the prime of life (SHQIP)
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 Friday, March 11, 2005

Many years ago, a small, bedraggled paperback found its way into our family home. Not a particularly unusual occurrence as hundreds (if not thousands) of small, bedraggled paperbacks have appeared in similar manners over the years. But one in particular had a great impact upon our family: Scoundrels, Fiends and Human Monsters by Cliff Howe (pub. 1958). 

It didn't look like much; in fact, the first few chapters were torn out (so we were able to learn that Thomas Dun had his limbs sawn off with jagged knives, etc. as punishment for his crimes, but not what those crimes might have been). But the first full chapter remaining was that of Sawney Bean(e), notorious cannibalistic murderer of the __th century (a remarkably similar text to that chapter can be found here; more on this source later).

In our home, the vicious character of Sawney Beane became a less frightening but more pervasive evil influence, taking over the role of bogey-man from an assortment of imaginary wolves, mice, and undifferentiated ghosts and spirits who had previously carried scare-duties on their own but had lost their spark for one reason or another. Beane mostly hovered around the dinner table (and occasionally communion service at church) in case reference to cannibalism was appropriate for the given meal (surprisingly often, I found), although sometimes he was invoked to scare younger children when our usual range of bogey-men (Rick James, Ozzy Osbourne, Michael Jackson) wasn't enough.

Unfortunately, it may have been too good to be true. A recent piece in the Fortean Times is rather dismissive of the whole tale; a host of other sources join in a solid and robust debunking of the most important details of the whole matter. The title tells the story in Urquhart's "Sawney Beane: Myth or Myth", "The reaction of any serious historian... to the Sawney Bean myth should be polite incredulity at least, and outright denunciation at best...." and more information of a debunking nature (along with a snippet of information about films inspired by the Beane legend) can be found at Mysterious Britain. Not everyone is a debunker, however; those with strong stomachs (especially with regard to unwanted sound effects/midi music on web pages) may enjoy this site which offers not only a full complement of dripping blood effects, skulls and the eerie like, but also your own Sawney Beane email address!!!1!111!!

To me, perhaps the greatest disappointment was not the debunking of the Beane legend (after all, certain elements just didn't ring quite true), but the discovery that Mr Cliff Howe's extensive historical research could be found, nearly word-for-word, in a slightly older text: the Newgate Calendar.

As described at exclassics.com, "The Newgate Calendar was one of those books, along with a Bible, Foxe's book of Martyrs and the Pilgrim's Progress, most likely to be found in any English home between 1750 and 1850. Children were encouraged to read it because it was believed to inculcate principles of right living -- by fear of punishment if not by the dull and earnest morals appended to the stories of highwaymen and other felons."

To think, the great historian from whom I learned about these important historical figures (fiendish though they might be) was merely a fan of the Newgate Calendar.  I guess my search for his other seminal work (Lovers and Libertines: World's Greatest Lovers, 1958) is not so urgent...

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