Sunday, November 20, 2005

Nuremberg

Today marks the 60th anniversary of the commencement of the Nuremberg trials, where the surviving leaders of Nazi Germany were brought before a court which gave the world a new term: crimes against humanity. Just another historical anniversary? Far from it; all of our collective history is relevant - events from 60 years ago influence and shape our present just as events 600 years ago. History is far from a purely academic interest, it is the mould of our current world and a lack of awareness of our history denies us the means to understand and thus alter that mould to a new and better design.

The Nuremberg trials set the basis for later international law and set leaders on notice that they could be held to account for their actions in a world court - as old Slobby is at the moment ('ethnic cleansing' - a hideous case of history repeating itself if ever there was). Unfortunately it is unlikely we will see all of those who use their power and position unwisely - will we see Mugabe in the Hague? Blair? Bush? The leaders of the insurgency in Iraq who murdered dozens of Muslims at prayer on Friday? As with the supposedly impartial law of our own land those with influence and connections can and often do manage to circumvent the legal consequences to their actions. Nonetheless, the principal is a good one and we ignore it and the lessons of history at our peril.

On which subject I was watching the documentary series The West (from the producers of the excellent Civil War series, which drew largely on the work of the wonderful Shelby Foote) and once again was struck with how patterns repeat in history, usually to our shame. This episode dealt with Custer's arrogant downfall at the Little Bighorn, the forcible taking of the sacred Black Hills by the US government after promises not to and the flight of the Lakota and the Nez Perce. Legendary names abound in this episode - Sherman, Custer, Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull - but the one thing which stared me in the face from over a century ago was the blind arrogance and greed of a larger power which would make many indications of friendship and peace then break their word and commit any and all forms of brutal act on warriors and civilians alike when they saw land and resources they coveted. Be it minerals in the Black Hills or the black gold of oil in the deserts of Iraq, it seems we are doomed to repeat some patterns as long as those with weak morals and no grasp of history are allowed to rule.

All the more important then, I think, that the rest of us learn and debate these events, historical and contemporary. Perhaps it will only be some of us talking online, but as long as some think about it and discuss it we serve notice that we refuse to be comlicit in these events and that we are watching what they do. And who knows, perhaps one day the people who commit such atrocities, dressing them up in lies and broken promises, will have to answer to us. Last week we commemerated the fallen of previous wars and the phrase 'lest we forget' was repeated, almost as a litany; this is a good phrase and one we should and must apply not only to those who fell to protect us but to those who would abuse that sacrifice to further their own selfish ends, dressing it in a rhetoric of lies.

"Good words do not last long unless they amount to something. Words do not pay for my dead people. They do not pay for my country, now overrun by white men. They do not protect my father’s grave. They do not pay for all my horses and cattle.

Good words cannot give me back my children. Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves."

In-mut-too-yah-lat-lat (Thunder coming up over the land from the water), better known to us as Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce, talking of the plight of his people, but it can all to easily be applied to current events. There is a commendable and concise overview of the chief by Jennifer Beck on this site.

Ticonderoga

Is it strange to dream about the battle of Ticonderoga (the 1777 battle; there were numerous fights at this fort)? Is it strange to dream about that battle enacted entirely with penguins? Emperor penguins in red coats playing the Imperial British forces and Rockhopper penguins standing in for the American revolutionaries? Ah well, who wants boring dreams?

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Behind the scenes at the museum





There must have been something on at the Museum of Scotland this evening - it was all floodlit like this on the way home from work and a gaggle of outside broadcast vehicles were parked outside. Incidentally, these snaps were taken around the same time of evening as I finished work as those rosy sunset photos of the Castle I posted a few weeks ago. What a difference a couple of weeks and the return to GMT make; it's now pretty dark here by 4 in the afternoon and very chilly. You can feel the sharp, cold air tightening your cheeks as you step outside (who needs plastic surgery for a lift? Stand out in the Scottish winter air for ten minutes!); by the time you get home your cheeks are as rosy as a basket of fresh apples.

In the morning the sun is very low in the sky and seems to rise from behind Castle Ridge; very dramatic - the ever-changing play of sun and shadow every morning is like a combination of a Turner landscape and a Colourist painting. Tonight the sky was very clear and a huge full moon hung over the city; even Mars was clearly visible, twinkling a pinkish-red. I thought for a moment I saw a green flare from Mars; it may be an invasion of tripods or it may have been the green man on the pelican crossing on the edge of my peripheral vision. With nice timing I'm just finishing off Fool Moon by Jim Butcher in which Chicago PI/wizard Harry Dresden is investigating, yup, you guessed it, werewolves. "Werewolf? There wolf; there castle." (name that film!).

You need the fire on now, you need to swap to your chunky boots and try and recall where you put your gloves several months ago, air out your big, heavy coat - yes, it is winter in Scotland. Tonight the full moon reflected in broken ice sheets on puddles and oh, how warm and welcoming every pub looks in the cold, dark night (which is of course why we have so many of them, it's not just because we're boozehounds).

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Scary pics

You want to see something truly scary? This is an image from the 1984 yearbook at my school showcasing the leading lights - should that be LEDs perhaps? - of the (then new) Computer Club. The bright-eyed young chap on the left rear has recently captained the Academy's first ever team in an inter-school computer quiz and beat the opposing team captain in a sudden death playoff, so you see it wasn't just playing Manic Miner and Elite, although I bet I could have kicked hs butt at those too. Yes, that gurning grin belongs to me. Bloody scary isn't it? Go on, you all have a good laugh, I don't mind; just remember you all have scary images like this from your past hidden away too!


My mate Gordon is right next to me (these days we still prop up bars together) and there are my mates Malcolm and Bobby - we all still hang out together to this day and have contributed to the wealth of many of Scotland's finest curry house owners over the years.

The Evil Herr Thatchler was in Downing Street and a mentally challenged warmonger was in the Oval Office, while we worried about terrorist attacks and anyone with a certain ethnic accent was suspected by the police who were always looking for more powers to deal with them.




I think at that point in time I had my Sinclair Spectrum with its mighty 48K memory; before that was my Texas Instruments 99/4a - 16K in 1981, very impressive! My mobile phone has many times this memory today... 6 years after this pic I would have moved on through my old Atari ST (wow, a built in floppy drive!!!! Hi-tech!) to a PC (30MB of real hard drive - astonishing... Now my portable USB drive has 512MB and I gave up counting the gigabytes in my laptop's system, it is just silly). It's the mid 80s and I'm reading something new called cyberpunk by a guy called William Gibson - he talks of a digital, networked future...

And on PC 6 years after this picture I would be introduced to the very basic internet and email (no web yet, pretty much all text based) of 1991. And one day I write a pastiche of a news item for a laugh and to let off steam and I email it to some friends around the world under the banner The Woolamaloo Gazette, born of sarcasm... It is later in the 90s and I'm hosting an author event with Bill Gibson, listening to his wonderful slow drawl and I'm plugging into that digital web myself.

2005; my long hair is long gone but the Woolamaloo Gazette is still there, now written on a dinky little laptop smaller than they keyboard of my old TI from 1981; I've lost a job because of my sarcasm and web access and got a much better one; now I'm being interviewed on freedom of expression on the web for CNN. It is indeed a funny old world...

An increasingly right wing nutter is in 10 Downing Street and a mentally challenged monkey is in the Oval Office and we are worried about terrorist outrages and the police are demanding more powers to deal with them while anyone from a certain ethnic background was suspected... Guess
some things don't change much... I'm still reading Bill Gibson.
Gaiman in Scotsman

Scotland on Sunday - the Sabbath's version of the Scotsman - has a very nice write up on Neil Gaiman following his visit to Glasgow and Edinburgh last week on the UK leg of his Anansi Boys tour (the book is, as ever, wonderful - it's also Neil's first humour novel since Good Omens with Terry Pratchett - if you haven't read it yet then start dropping hints to family and friends in the run up to Christmas). It also mentions something I covered in the FPI blog a while back, that the new National Theatre of Scotland is adapting the children's picture book Wolves in the Wall by Neil and Dave McKean for one of their first touring productions.
Animated

I spotted this link via the good offices of Boingboing today - it's a fantastic use of Flash animation and well worth a visit.


Metropolis

A report on the BBC notes that a pristine condition movie poster for the silent classic Metropolis has set a record at auction - selling for £397, 762. Wow, I wonder how much my original Trainspotting movie poster is worth? Would the Blue-tack marks enhance the value? I like the way this happened right after the new design for the Cybermen was revealed for the next series of Doctor Who - is it just me or does it look like Maria from Metropolis and Robocop had a baby? Judging by the hips I have to assume the new Cybermen have the silicon version of cellulite and, I assume, huge cyber-bums. I'm picturing paranpoid Cybermen asking the Doctor if their bums look big in their new outfits...

Monday, November 14, 2005

Podcast

I had an email from Ian Hocking at work today - Ian's debut novel from a small press, Deja Vu, was one of the first books featured on the FPI blog. Inspired by the likes of Charlie Stross and Cory Doctorow's use of creative commons licensing (which Cory and others have covered a lot on Boingboing) he has created a spoken word version of his cyberthriller and is making it available free in weekly segments. I had a listen to chapter one while working away on the graphic novel site htis afternoon and recommend it - details of it and a link to an interview with Ian over on the FPI blog.


Freedom of expression

A slightly unusual evening for me after work as I detoured to the posh environs of the Balmoral (right across from my former workplace) to record an interview about the freedom of speech (or sometimes lack thereof) on the web for CNN. A fun and interesting experience (most of my media interviews have been for radio or newspapers or online, rarely TV, which is fine since I think I have the right body for radio) - the crew have some other segments to record around the UK and I will post up the broadcast schedule once I know them.