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Рissing & sleet … Social science that reads like science! … ‚Itzt‘ 17th of January, 2007 POST·MERIDIEM 08:08
Complaining about the system over at Metatalk seems to be roughly comparable to рissing into sleet; there’s an initial relief from the act, and then you look like an idiot (whether because you didn’t understand that complaining won’t lead to any useful changes, or because you’re covered in urine) and have to deal with negative long-term consequences (because anything negative you say won’t be taken seriously as a consequence of your earlier misjudgement, or because you’ve come down with pneumonia). So have some patience with me while I vent here for a second:
Unrelatedly, one site that I’ve found hugely insightful lately and over the last few years has been that of the Oxford Social Issues Research Centre, an English social-sciences body of which I was reminded by this entry in Danny O’Brien’s wishlist. The article that made me a fan was the Passport to the Pub, in which I saw some things I knew but had never seen articulated anywhere before, and other things I didn’t know at all (one of them being that there’s a vaguely competitive complimenting/self-deprecating circle in female interaction there, which made some previous experience clearer).
Word of the day; itzt is an archaic version of jetzt, the German word for ‘now.’
The White Castle … My Name is Red … Children of Men … Автобус 13th of January, 2007 POST·MERIDIEM 08:05
This entry is an entry of reviews. And Soviet bus stops. Yes, I know that a disadvantage of my omnivorous interests is that you’re probably not that interested in all of what I’m writing; but I fear were I to limit myself to a particular subject area, there would be even less to read here.
It is short, too, which is nice when you have a stack of books in various languages, only one of which you can read quickly, on your work table. Together with work for money, diverting work for free, catching up with friends ... okay, not everyone has that exact combination, but everyone is short of time, I fear :-( .dar al Islam; it really was a mutually communicative network of cultures, a Kulturbund as John R. Perry puts it. You had constant cross-references to communities of miniaturists in Herat in Iran, to Sultanates in Bukhara and Samarqand in Central Asia, you had a Persian miniaturist seriously considering moving to Agra because the Khan there was an admirer of this form of art and there would have been no language barrier for him at that Persian-speaking court.
I find the culture of the miniaturists has lots of similarities with the culture of software developers; a conservatism, an adherence to norms established in the past because they were associated with success, when it’s clear to the critical thinker that those who had success with that particular combination of techniques owed it to a subset of them, and the strife over the non-essential techniques are thus comical. (And okay, if your standard of proof is high, it’s not that clear that the techniques in question are non-essential.) And of course, there’s a love story, and I like the way he wrote it; the same idiotic people of every real life interaction and every soap opera, in this other place and other world.Clive Owen whom I like immensely in this role, in contrast to the Amazon.com reviews of the central character; the sort of person who puts a shot of whiskey into the coffee bought on the way to work, while still holding down the (moderately interesting) job, is my sort of person.
Julianne Moore is beautiful, and the film in general is more realist—and thus more to my taste—than lots of other science fiction; I wonder how the cars will look to people in twenty years’ time, but at least they went to the trouble of modifying them so they don’t look like they’re from 2006. And I like the ending. So, yeah, watch the film if you have that sceptical spirit, keep the fuсk away if you don’t.
The Soviet Roadside bus-stop: As they say,
For the most part Soviet architecture and design is remembered for its heavy block buildings and functionally Spartan designs. Its overpowering desire for conformity left little room for individual creative freedom. A notable exceptions to this is in the transportation sector. One can admire this creativity in the Metro stations of cities like Moscow and Tashkent where the coldness and sterility of typical soviet urban architecture is abandoned and costs are not spared as creative freedom is unleashed. While many of us are aware of the elaborate splendor of the Moscow underground, it is easy to overlook the phenomenon of the common roadside bus stop as an example of soviet art and design letting loose and becoming a little weird and crazy.Go have a look; they’re super-diverting.
Word of the day: автобус is Tajik for ‘bus,’ from the Latin via Russian.
Last comment from Ste on the 15th of January at 14:15
Interesting the comparitive cost in Slave / Horse prices, I wonder what the comparisson in associated costs in terms of feed, housing, medical care, escape prevention and so forth looks like.
As to the bus stops, it is an awful shame that they are being neglected, I guess they aren’t high on anyone’s priority list.