Lou Donaldson – Mr. Shing-A-Ling (1967)
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Sunday, 17 July 2011
Rob and Bill On The Cowbells
Rob Brydon sings the classic Elvis song 'Always on my Mind', with some unusual accompaniment from Bill Bailey on alpine cowbells.
From: The Rob Brydon Show 14th July 2011
RePost: Towards Crash (Harley Cokliss 1971)
NARRATOR: In slow motion, the test cars moved towards each other on collision courses, unwinding behind them the coils that ran to the metering devices by the impact zone. As they collided the debris of wings and fender floated into the air. The cars rocked against each as they continued on their disintegrating courses. In the passenger seats the plastic models transcribed graceful arcs into the buckling roofs and windshields. Here and there a passing fender severed a torso. The air behind the cars was a carnival of arms and legs.
J.G. BALLARD: I think the key image of the 20th century is the man in the motor car. It sums up everything: the elements of speed, drama, aggression, the junction of advertising and consumer goods with the technological landscape. The sense of violence and desire, power and energy; the shared experience of moving together through an elaborately signalled landscape.
We spend a substantial part of our lives in the motor car, and the experience of driving condenses many of the experiences of being a human being in the 1970s, the marriage of the physical aspects of ourselves with the imaginative and technological aspects of our lives. I think the 20th century reaches its highest expression on the highway. Everything is there: the speed and violence of our age; the strange love affair with the machine, with its own death.
The styling of motor cars, and of the American motor car in particular, has always struck me as incredibly important, bringing together all sorts of visual and psychological factors. As an engineering structure, the car is totally uninteresting to me. I’m interested in the exact way in which it brings together the visual codes for expressing our ordinary perceptions about reality — for example, that the future is something with a fin on it — and the whole system of expectations contained in the design of the car, expectations about our freedom to move through time and space, about the identities of our own bodies, our own musculatures, the complex relationships between ourselves and the world of objects around us. These highly potent visual codes can be seen repeatedly in every aspect of the 20th century landscape. What do they mean? Have we reached a point now in the 70s where we only make sense in terms of these huge technological systems? I think so myself, and that it is the vital job of the writer to try to analyse and understand the huge significance of this metallised dream.
I’m interested in the automobile as a narrative structure, as a scenario that describes our real lives and our real fantasies. If every member of the human race were to vanish overnight, I think it would be possible to reconstitute almost every element of human psychology from the design of a vehicle like this. As a writer I feel I must try to understand the real meaning of a lot of commonplace but tremendously complicated events. I’ve always been fascinated by the complexity of movement when a woman gets out of a car.
NARRATOR: Her ungainly transit across the passenger seat through the nearside door. The overlay of her knees with the metal door flank. The conjunction of the aluminized gutter trim with the volumes of her thighs. The crushing of her left breast by the door frame, and its self extension as she continued to rise. The movement of her left hand across the chromium trim of the right headlamp assembly. Her movements distorted in the projecting carapace of the bonnet. The jut and rake of her pubis as she sits in the driver’s seat. The soft pressure of her thighs against the rim of the steering wheel.
J.G. BALLARD: The close relationship between our own bodies and the body of the motor car is obvious. American automobile stylists have been exploring for years the relationship between sexuality and the motor car body, the primitive algebra of recognition which we use in our perception of all organic forms. If the man in the motor car is the key image of the 20th century, then the automobile crash is the most significant trauma. The car crash is the most dramatic event in most people’s lives, apart from their own deaths, and in many cases the two will coincide.
Are we just victims in a totally meaningless tragedy, or does it in fact take place with our unconscious, and even conscious, connivance? Each year hundreds of thousands of people are killed in car crashes all over the world. Millions are injured. Are these arranged deaths arranged by the colliding forces of the technological landscape, by our own unconscious fantasies about power and aggression, our obsessions with consumer goods and desires, the overlaying fictions that are more and more taking the place of reality? It’s always struck me that people’s attitudes towards the car crash are very confused, that they assume an attitude that in fact is very different from their real response. If we really feared the car crash, none of us would ever be able to drive a car.
I know that my own attitudes to the crashed car are just as confused. The distorted geometry of this tremendously stylised object: let’s face it, the most powerful symbol of our civilisation. It seems to pull at all sorts of concealed triggers in the mind: the postures of people in crashed vehicles; deformed manufacturer’s styling devices (crashed General Motors cars look very different from crashed Fords); the stylisation of the instrument panel, which after all is the model for our own wounds. Driving around, each of us knows what is literally the shape of our own death.
NARRATOR: Regaining consciousness, she stared at the blood on her legs. The heavy liquid pulled at her skirt. The bruise under her left breast reached behind her sternum, seizing like a hand at her heart. She sat up, lifting herself from the broken steering wheel, uncertain for a moment whether the car windshield had been fractured. Against her forehead the strands of blood formed a torn veil. Above her knees, her hand moved towards the door lever. As she watched, the door opened and she fell out. Lifting herself, she held tightly to the car, feeling the pressure of the door slip against her hand. Turning, she stared at the waiting figure of the man she knew to be Dr Tallis.
J.G. BALLARD: I remember seeing some films on television of test crashes a few years ago. They were using American cars of the late 50s, a period I suppose when the American dream, and American confidence, were at their highest point. Metering coils trailed out of the windows and they had dummies sitting in them. They were beautifully filmed. They filmed them beautifully because they wanted to know what was happening. They weren’t interested in the aesthetics of the thing. These cars were in head-on collisions, right-angled collisions and sideswipes. And ploughing into other structures like utility poles. One could see four feet of metal suddenly become one foot. Filmed in slow motion, these crashes had a beautiful stylised grace. The power and weight of these cars gave them an immense classical dignity. It was like some strange technological ballet.
I remember looking at these films and thinking about the strange psychological dimensions they seemed to touch. They seemed to say something about the way everything becomes more and more stylised, more and more cut off from ordinary feeling. It seems to me that we have to regard everything in the world around us as fiction, as if we were living in an enormous novel, and that the kind of distinction that Freud made about the inner world of the mind, between, say, what dreams appeared to be and what they really meant, now has to be applied to the outer world of reality. All the structures in it, flyovers and motorways, office blocks and factories, are all part of this enormous novel.
Take a structure like a multi-storey car park, one of the most mysterious buildings ever built. Is it a model for some strange psychological state, some kind of vision glimpsed within its bizarre geometry? What effect does using these buildings have on us? Are the real myths of this century being written in terms of these huge unnoticed structures?
More exactly, I think that new emotions and new feelings are being created, that modern technology is beginning to reach into our dreams and change our whole way of looking at things, and perceiving reality, that more and more it is drawing us away from contemplating ourselves to contemplating its world.
J.G. Ballard 1971.
NB: Gabrielle Drake is Nick Drake's sister.
All the encryption in the world wouldn't have kept Bradley Manning safe
The smallest actions can have massive repercussions. The US army's decision to enlist Bradley Manning as an intelligence analyst and deploy him to Iraq may, if he is found to have indeed been WikiLeaks' source, have led to the biggest series of military and diplomatic leaks in history.
But the reason Manning is now in military detention, awaiting court martial, perhaps ultimately lies in a smaller action still, an error thousands of email users make daily: choosing "cc" rather than "bcc".
In a plea for donations sent in 2009, that simple error led Julian Assange to inadvertently reveal the identities of WikiLeaks' first 58 supporters to each other. One, ex-hacker Adrian Lamo, decided to use this as an opportunity to test the whistleblowing site's honesty – and "leaked" the email list to WikiLeaks.
WikiLeaks passed Lamo's test, and published its own donor list in full, attracting coverage on tech and security sites across the internet.
And it seems that's how, a year later, when an isolated Bradley Manning was looking for someone to talk to, someone he could trust, he apparently happened upon Lamo.
If logs documenting the interactions between the two, released this week, are genuine, Manning introduced himself, they talked, and within minutes spilled out secret after secret about the masses of documents he'd passed to a "crazy white haired Aussie who can't seem to stay in one country very long".
The rest is history. Lamo turned over the chatlogs to US authorities. Manning was promptly arrested. Wired magazine received the chatlogs from Lamo a year ago, and published extracts. On Wednesday, more than a year later, they published them in full.
The new material in the chatlogs is revealing and disturbing. Shortly after assuring Manning of the confidentiality of their discussions – "I'm a journalist and a minister. You can pick either, and treat this as a confession or an interview (never to be published) & enjoy a modicum of legal protection" – conversation turns to WikiLeaks.
"I've been a friend to WikiLeaks," writes Lamo. "I've repeatedly asked people who download Hackers Wanted to donate. Whether I've given material, isn't material. Semi-pun intended."
"I know," Manning replies. "Actually how I noticed you."
Would Manning still have found and trusted Lamo without the leak a year before? It's impossible to say, and certainly unfair to lay the blame for Lamo's actions at WikiLeaks' door – but what the incident does underscore is that source protection is about far more than computer security.
Throughout the logs, this is a truth Lamo seems to understand while Manning does not. The two make a human connection: they discuss mutual acquaintances, LGBT issues and the Washington gay scene. Lamo even – to an extent – flirts with Manning and compliments his appearance.
If Lamo was always intending to turn Manning in, such conversation and apparent support makes difficult reading. Lamo even offers Manning apparent warning of the danger of trust: "I feel connected to everybody … like they were distant family," Manning says.
"I get that," Lamo responds. "Which is why I'm sad for the people i sometimes have to hurt."
Later, he warns "only the people you trust can fuck you – infowise".
The logs, which are impossible to authenticate but which are consistent with other sources, show Manning and Lamo were communicating via encrypted instant messaging. They discuss at length the security precautions – the anonymising tool Tor, a secure channel and an encrypted online server – Manning took when allegedly leaking the material, which Lamo praised as robust. Manning boasted "an NSA guy" on the site had noticed nothing.
Manning didn't appreciate that the electronic security of the connection between source and recipient is a tiny part of the leaking process. On the technical side, access and traffic logs on the military network are totally unaffected by the security – or lack thereof – of WikiLeaks' or any other submission network.
What is covered even less is human frailty. Manning emerges from the logs as intellectually confident, politically courageous, but personally enormously vulnerable. In need of support, Manning spoke to strangers he believed would be sympathetic.
Could Manning have spoken to WikiLeaks for this reassurance? It seems not. Julian Assange boasts of "systems" in place to ensure he can have no idea as to the identity of a source. These – as these logs corroborate – are non-existent: Manning communicated directly with Assange.
Assange was keen to keep this relationship remote, likely believing this best protects both him and his sources. "He knows very little about me," Manning wrote. "He takes source protection uber-seriously. 'Lie to me,' he says."
Assange may never have known Manning's name, his motivations, or other details. The extent of the relationship would matter little for the source's (virtually non-existent) legal protection, certainly under US law. It is difficult to see who is protected by an arm's-length relationship with regular sources, other than WikiLeaks itself.
Sources are often vulnerable. By passing secrets or documents from the organisations they are committed to – especially in all-encompassing environments like the military – they further isolate themselves from those around them. Forging a human relationship is often necessary for both source protection and often human decency.
WikiLeaks' submissions page – which still cannot accept electronic submissions – makes a series of boasts: "WikiLeaks has never revealed a source," it says. "We cannot comply with requests for information on sources because we simply do not have the information to begin with. Similarly we cannot see your real identity in any anonymised chat sessions with us."
Such statements are technically true. But what matters is not who reveals a source, but whether a source is found. Solving just one technical problem is not enough. WikiLeaks has also boasted of legal protections offered to sources. "Submitting documents to our journalists is protected by law in better democracies," it claims, reassuringly.
When the Wall Street Journal set up a site whose terms and conditions set out in detail the legal limitations of protections the site could offer, it was ridiculed on the WikiLeaks Twitter feed.
But perhaps the Lamo/Manning chatlogs offer WikiLeaks an opportunity to simplify their thinking. What matters is whether public interest whistleblowers are protected, and stay anonymous – not who reveals them.
WikiLeaks' greatest source is currently in prison. Instead of stressing no one has been caught through WikiLeaks actions, or boasting of security, WikiLeaks – and everyone else working in that world – should take a long look at what they can do better, and put the results into action.
If not, Manning may not be the last whistleblower to face the consequences.
James Ball @'The Guardian'
But the reason Manning is now in military detention, awaiting court martial, perhaps ultimately lies in a smaller action still, an error thousands of email users make daily: choosing "cc" rather than "bcc".
In a plea for donations sent in 2009, that simple error led Julian Assange to inadvertently reveal the identities of WikiLeaks' first 58 supporters to each other. One, ex-hacker Adrian Lamo, decided to use this as an opportunity to test the whistleblowing site's honesty – and "leaked" the email list to WikiLeaks.
WikiLeaks passed Lamo's test, and published its own donor list in full, attracting coverage on tech and security sites across the internet.
And it seems that's how, a year later, when an isolated Bradley Manning was looking for someone to talk to, someone he could trust, he apparently happened upon Lamo.
If logs documenting the interactions between the two, released this week, are genuine, Manning introduced himself, they talked, and within minutes spilled out secret after secret about the masses of documents he'd passed to a "crazy white haired Aussie who can't seem to stay in one country very long".
The rest is history. Lamo turned over the chatlogs to US authorities. Manning was promptly arrested. Wired magazine received the chatlogs from Lamo a year ago, and published extracts. On Wednesday, more than a year later, they published them in full.
The new material in the chatlogs is revealing and disturbing. Shortly after assuring Manning of the confidentiality of their discussions – "I'm a journalist and a minister. You can pick either, and treat this as a confession or an interview (never to be published) & enjoy a modicum of legal protection" – conversation turns to WikiLeaks.
"I've been a friend to WikiLeaks," writes Lamo. "I've repeatedly asked people who download Hackers Wanted to donate. Whether I've given material, isn't material. Semi-pun intended."
"I know," Manning replies. "Actually how I noticed you."
Would Manning still have found and trusted Lamo without the leak a year before? It's impossible to say, and certainly unfair to lay the blame for Lamo's actions at WikiLeaks' door – but what the incident does underscore is that source protection is about far more than computer security.
Throughout the logs, this is a truth Lamo seems to understand while Manning does not. The two make a human connection: they discuss mutual acquaintances, LGBT issues and the Washington gay scene. Lamo even – to an extent – flirts with Manning and compliments his appearance.
If Lamo was always intending to turn Manning in, such conversation and apparent support makes difficult reading. Lamo even offers Manning apparent warning of the danger of trust: "I feel connected to everybody … like they were distant family," Manning says.
"I get that," Lamo responds. "Which is why I'm sad for the people i sometimes have to hurt."
Later, he warns "only the people you trust can fuck you – infowise".
The logs, which are impossible to authenticate but which are consistent with other sources, show Manning and Lamo were communicating via encrypted instant messaging. They discuss at length the security precautions – the anonymising tool Tor, a secure channel and an encrypted online server – Manning took when allegedly leaking the material, which Lamo praised as robust. Manning boasted "an NSA guy" on the site had noticed nothing.
Manning didn't appreciate that the electronic security of the connection between source and recipient is a tiny part of the leaking process. On the technical side, access and traffic logs on the military network are totally unaffected by the security – or lack thereof – of WikiLeaks' or any other submission network.
What is covered even less is human frailty. Manning emerges from the logs as intellectually confident, politically courageous, but personally enormously vulnerable. In need of support, Manning spoke to strangers he believed would be sympathetic.
Could Manning have spoken to WikiLeaks for this reassurance? It seems not. Julian Assange boasts of "systems" in place to ensure he can have no idea as to the identity of a source. These – as these logs corroborate – are non-existent: Manning communicated directly with Assange.
Assange was keen to keep this relationship remote, likely believing this best protects both him and his sources. "He knows very little about me," Manning wrote. "He takes source protection uber-seriously. 'Lie to me,' he says."
Assange may never have known Manning's name, his motivations, or other details. The extent of the relationship would matter little for the source's (virtually non-existent) legal protection, certainly under US law. It is difficult to see who is protected by an arm's-length relationship with regular sources, other than WikiLeaks itself.
Sources are often vulnerable. By passing secrets or documents from the organisations they are committed to – especially in all-encompassing environments like the military – they further isolate themselves from those around them. Forging a human relationship is often necessary for both source protection and often human decency.
WikiLeaks' submissions page – which still cannot accept electronic submissions – makes a series of boasts: "WikiLeaks has never revealed a source," it says. "We cannot comply with requests for information on sources because we simply do not have the information to begin with. Similarly we cannot see your real identity in any anonymised chat sessions with us."
Such statements are technically true. But what matters is not who reveals a source, but whether a source is found. Solving just one technical problem is not enough. WikiLeaks has also boasted of legal protections offered to sources. "Submitting documents to our journalists is protected by law in better democracies," it claims, reassuringly.
When the Wall Street Journal set up a site whose terms and conditions set out in detail the legal limitations of protections the site could offer, it was ridiculed on the WikiLeaks Twitter feed.
But perhaps the Lamo/Manning chatlogs offer WikiLeaks an opportunity to simplify their thinking. What matters is whether public interest whistleblowers are protected, and stay anonymous – not who reveals them.
WikiLeaks' greatest source is currently in prison. Instead of stressing no one has been caught through WikiLeaks actions, or boasting of security, WikiLeaks – and everyone else working in that world – should take a long look at what they can do better, and put the results into action.
If not, Manning may not be the last whistleblower to face the consequences.
James Ball @'The Guardian'
The 'Lord' Monckton roadshow
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Don't forget to watch this to show what a charlatan this man is...
ChrisBryantMP Chris Bryant
So coulson was on £475k before election and £140k at downing street. Something doesn't add up
Peter Jennings - Ecstasy Rising (200?)
The rise of Ecstasy is a major event in drug history. If current trends continue, 1.8 million Americans will try Ecstasy for the first time in 2004; only marijuana will attract more new users. Overwhelming, positive word of mouth has made Ecstasy a nightmare for drug controllers. On a special edition of 'Primetime Thursday' Peter Jennings tells the epic story of Ecstasy that has never been heard.
Saturday, 16 July 2011
Release the Lachlan!
Crises like this one are what drive Murdoch, John Lanchester wrote in the London Review of Books in 2004. The genocidal tyrant loves taking action at "the point when everything seems about to be lost." Lanchester cites News Corp.'s 1990 debt crisis, in which Murdoch almost lost the company; his relocation of his British papers to Wapping; and the financial disaster resulting from borrowing money from Michael Milken as prime examples of Rupert's tightrope walking. More recently, Murdoch had to scramble all of News Corp.'s fire engines and squad cars to repel John Malone, who had purchased enough of the company's stock on the sly to threaten the Murdoch family's control...
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Jack Shafer @'Slate'
Mark Twain’s ‘Advice to Little Girls’
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It is difficult for us to imagine what a strange impression Advice to Little Girls, a children’s story by Mark Twain, must have had on its audience when it was written in 1865 and eventually published as part of The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories. American children’s literature in those days was mostly didactic, addressed to some imaginary reader—an ideal girl or boy, upon reading the story, would immediately adopt its heroes as role models. He did not squat down to be heard and understood by children, but asked them to stand on their tiptoes—to absorb the kind of language and humor suitable for adults.
The unexpected idea to illustrate Twain’s text came from the editor Bianca Lazzaro of Donzelli Editore in Rome, who also translated the text in to Italian. I still feel envious that she originated it because I’m always trying to find unusual or provocative subjects for my children’s books.
Trying to follow Twain’s style, I wanted to make something along the lines of a scrap-book or an album that you could buy in any paper-goods store at the time. Children used these small albums to paste in various curious objects, or for drawing, or just for doodling.
The only missing elements in the design of the book are stains and dog-ears, but I hope those will come with time.
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Vladimir Radunsky @"NYR'
Beautiful!
Exorcists meet in Poland, tackle vampires
Held at Poland's Roman Catholic Jasna Gora monastery, home to the venerated Black Madonna icon, this year's congress "examines the current fashion for vampirism in Europe and the world-over, schizophrenia and other mental disorders as well as the devil's deceit during exorcism," according to the monastery's radio station.
Also attending are "priests and lay people who work with exorcists or who are themselves practitioners in cases which do not involve possession but rather other forms of harassment by evil spirits," Polish exorcist, Father Andrzej Grefkowicz was quoted as saying.
Hailing from India, world-renowned exorcist Father Rufus Pereira as well as chief exorcist of the Archdiocese of Vienna Larry Hogan are among the participants, the radio reported. The unusual meeting is held once every two years.
The Jasna Gora monastery's venerated Black Madonna icon is believed by many Poles to work miracles.
Legend has it that it was painted by the apostle Saint Luke on a table top from the home of the Holy Family, according to the Jasna Gora website. Records suggest the icon arrived in Poland during the 14th century.With around 90 percent of the population declaring themselves Roman Catholic, Poland remains one of Europe's most devout countries.
Rebekah Brooks' resignation - video analysis
Matt Wells assesses Rebekah Brooks' decision to step down as chief executive of News International and what it could mean for the Murdoch empire.
@'The Guardian'
@'The Guardian'
The Wizened of Oz changes his tune somewhat...
We are sorry."We are sorry" is written in huge letters at the top, and Rupert Murdoch's signature rounds off the note.
The News of the World was in the business of holding others to account. It failed when it came to itself.
We are sorry for the serious wrongdoing that occurred.
We are deeply sorry for the hurt suffered by the individuals affected.
We regret not acting faster to sort things out.
I realise that simply apologising is not enough.
Our business was founded on the idea that a free and open press should be a positive force in society. We need to live up to this.
In the coming days, as we take further concrete steps to resolve these issues and make amends for the damage they have caused, you will hear more from us.
Sincerely,
Rupert Murdoch
For contrast, here are the relevant passages of that final NoW editorial, which, as well as apologising, emphasises the paper's "high standards" and its journalists' "skill, dedication, honour and integrity" and asks to be judged "on all our years":
We praised high standards, we demanded high standards but, as we are now only too painfully aware, for a period of a few years up to 2006 some who worked for us, or in our name, fell shamefully short of those standards.Via
Quite simply, we lost our way.
Phones were hacked, and for that this newspaper is truly sorry.
There is no justification for this appalling wrongdoing.
No justification for the pain caused to victims, nor for the deep stain it has left on a great history.
Yet when this outrage has been atoned, we hope history will eventually judge us on all our years.
The staff of this paper are people of skill, dedication, honour and integrity bearing the pain for the past misdeeds of a few others.
And as a small step on the long road to making some amends, all profits from the sale of this final edition will be split equally between three charities: Barnardo's, the Forces Children's Trust, and military projects at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital Birmingham Charity.
Once upon a time in Rafah
The award was given to freelance political cartoonist Carlos Latuff. His work deals with a number of themes including anti-globalization and ant-capitalism. He himself has described his own work as controversial.
In the cartoon the Israeli child addresses rhe Palestinian child saying ' My father told me that you Arabs are evil terrorist animals. In response the Palestinian child says ' My father told me nothing, he was murdered by yours. Simple but effective.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Latuff
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(Thanx Dave!)
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