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Thursday, December 20, 2012

The End

Not that I believe any of this Mayan Apocalypse malarkey, you understand. The nutjobs who buy into this nonsense don't even seem to be clear on when the current cycle of the 'long count calendar', and the supposed destruction of the Earth attendant upon this, will occur - whether it's at the end of the current cycle on the 20th of December or the beginning of the next cycle on the 21st, and whether the precise instant of doom will be at sunset or sunrise on either of those days, or at some other point (midnight? midday?). Sunset on the 20th would seem to make the most sense to me. Yucatan time, of course. Which means we should be  fine in Beijing until.... about now.

The doomsayers seem to be overlooking the fact that the Mayan calendars include a 14th b'ak'tun, taking us another 395 years into the future.... and at least 5 more similar cycles after that.

So, I'm reasonably confident that the Large Hadron Collider has not destroyed the world yet, nor will any other global catastrophe have suddenly materialised, and that we are all still going to be here today... and tomorrow, and the next day, for a good long time yet.

This End of the World delusion is as old as human history, and it's never turned out to be true yet. Seminal '60s revue Beyond The Fringe perhaps summed it up best; though, alas, I can't find a video of the original performance, only this sound recording. However, there is this later version of the skit, featuring Rowan Atkinson, John Cleese, Eleanor Bron, and Ken Campbell as well as original BTF cast member Peter Cook, from the 1979 Amnesty International benefit show, The Secret Policeman's Ball.






But that's it for me. It's not the end of the world, but it is the end of my two blogs.


Well, never say never. I might possibly return to them one day. In fact, I shall be returning intermittently, surreptitiously, cheatingly, to insinuate a few additional posts retroactively into these last few weeks, things that I haven't quite found time for before the end. And I suspect I will launch a new blog at some point.

But for now, I've done most of what I wanted to achieve with these blogs (polished up my writing skills, become a bit more Net-savvy, made some interesting online friends, left a lasting record of the Froogian worldview...), and I've started to get a bit stale on it. Heck, it's just become way too time-consuming (I didn't even know about hotlinks when I started out; now I feel obliged to check references, and to review my own past posts to find and include relevant links: it makes the composition process much longer, especially when I'm plagued by such a slow and unreliable Internet connection in China). It's often been eating up an hour or more of my day - and that's far too much. Time to restore some balance in my life, cultivate some other hobbies.


So long, everyone. Thanks for reading (and commenting). Please continue to do so, if you happen upon this blog at some time in the future. I will still be monitoring the comments, and attempting to respond.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A final Website of the Month recommendation

I was so worn out by my tribulations with my computer over the weekend (and bloody Dell still haven't replied to the two e-mail queries I eventually managed to address to them - bastards!) that I succumbed to an horrendous cold (and/or mysterious allergy; basically, I get sick as a dog whenever I step outside - it appears that I have finally become allergic to Beijing!), and spent the whole of yesterday in bed recovering. I then had to spend most of this morning finishing off a couple of big writing projects that I should have attended to at the end of last week (if I'd had a working computer). So, I haven't been able to do anything yet to address the backlog of 'farewell posts' I had planned for my last week or so of blogging. I will endeavour to sort that out over the next few days.

However, to keep you all entertained in the interim - and in the long empty future that stretches ahead of you without any Froogville or Barstool Blues to lighten your day - I give you... Bored Panda, surely the best compiler of miscellaneous stuff on the Internet. I discovered this site about 18 months ago, and have been behind with my work ever since!

Recent highlights have included a selection from Canadian photographer François Brunelle's disconcerting series of portraits of uncanny lookalikes who are not related to one another, a dazzling collection of photographs of spiral staircases, some examples of the amazing work that Japanese artist Motoi Yamamoto produces with salt, this photo essay on Amazon warehouses (think of the final scene of Citizen Kane, amplified a few thousand times), or these aerial photographs by Klaus Leidorf, or, just a little further back, this collection of self-portraits by American artist Bryan Lewis Saunders (painted on successive days, each under the influence of a different drug!).

And to get you in the holiday spirit, they've just posted some charming winter landscape shots like this...

... and a fun selection of creative Christmas decorations, such as these...



And if you're still looking for gift ideas, how about these shark socks (made by Linda Grossman, the Tsarina of Tsocks)?


You see what I mean? Hours and hours and hours and hours of distraction! 

You'll never notice that I'm gone.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Ultimate Fantasy Girlfriend: Greta Garbo


My great comedy heroes, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, probably invented the concept of the 'Fantasy Girlfriend', or created it for me, at any rate, when I first heard this celebrated skit of theirs at about the age of 12. My French teacher at school had a huge library of recorded comedy, mostly radio shows from his own youth, and would treat us to extended sessions of this rather than continuing with lessons in the last week or two of term, after our exams were out of the way. This provided my first exposure to a lot of classic BBC radio comedy like ITMA and Round The Horne and Hancock's Half Hour, and also to the great monologists like Gerard Hoffnung, Victor Borge, Peter Ustinov, Alan Bennett, and Bob Newhart. But it was Pete & Dud, already known to me from scattered recollections of some of their TV shows in my very early childhood in the late '60s and early '70s, that I loved the most - and this skit in particular.



This was my first introduction to Greta Garbo as an ultimate romantic fantasy figure. At that time she was known to me only as a name, the unforgettably alliterative name of someone famous yet at the same time obscure. I think I was perhaps dimly aware that she was now chiefly famous for her reclusiveness. There was no Internet back then, so we didn't have ready availability to the luminous portraits of her which later so beguiled me. She wasn't featured in advertising. Her films, which, I suppose, were felt to have dated rather badly, were not shown on TV. I think I had no idea, really, who she was or what she had looked like, until quite a bit later, sometime in the second half of my teens.

I have the film historians David Gill and Kevin Brownlow to thank for introducing me to Garbo properly. Hollywood, their exquisite 13-part documentary series for Thames TV on the silent movie era in America aired in the autumn of 1980, when I was 16; it was a life-changing moment for me. I was utterly enraptured, not just by Garbo, but by all the other almost-forgotten greats of that period. As a result of the success of this series, BBC2 and Channel 4, our minority 'artsy' TV stations, began to show some of these classic silent films. The superb physical comedian Harold Lloyd was a particular favourite of mine (a decade later, Gill and Brownlow produced a three-part series devoted to him, placing him alongside Chaplin and Keaton as The Third Genius of silent comedy); but we also got to see some D.W. Griffith and Cecil B. DeMille, and Rudolph Valentino and Douglas Fairbanks, and, of course, the bewitching Garbo. 

And then, finally, one Christmas, I think, round about 1982, BBC2 got around to showing a short season of her talkies: Anna Christie, Grand Hotel, Queen Christina, Marie Walewska, and Camille. It was, no doubt, the tragic aspect of these roles, her nobility in suffering, which attracted me quite as much as her limpid eyes and sculpted cheekbones. Bravery in facing pain, dignity in enduring injustice always inspires - even if it's merely being acted out on the stage or screen. In a woman, it invokes the male's protective instincts as well, I think, something which is often the beginning of love. That enigmatic and aloof quality of hers, the Scandinavian froideur (I wonder what the Swedish word for that is? I bet it sounds sexy!), the provoking unknowability was part of the magic too. Yes, these are dangerous and frustrating qualities for a boy to become attracted to, but there it is - what can you do?

Ever since I started this series (crikey - more than 5 years ago!), I knew I'd have to do a post on Greta Garbo one day. Ever since my blog friend JES did this post two-and-a-half years ago, I knew what the culmination of it would be. In that post he introduced me to this montage of scenes from her 1928 film The Mysterious Lady (playing opposite Conrad Nagel), and I was blown away by it. It is quite simply the sexiest video I have ever seen, and perfectly encapsulates how utterly compelling Greta Garbo was.



The hauntingly Satiesque piano music here is an arrangement of the Pixies' song Where Is My Mind? by French musician Maxence Cyrin, from an album called Novo Piano in which he gave several contemporary songs a classical makeover. He also created this ravishing video. You can check out more of his work on his Youtube channel.

There are a few other nice montages of images of Greta here and here and here, and a couple of great collections of photos here and here. You could also check out the New York Times obituary on her, and this radio programme of reminiscences about her by her nephew Scott Reisfield. And I have just learned that Kevin Brownlow made a documentary tribute to her in 2005; I want to see that.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Fantasy Girlfriend leftovers

Since the blogs are about to go poof! (Hadn't you heard? The End of the World is coming!), I find myself in an unseemly rush to polish off a lot of posts I've had planned for a while (well, everything from a few days to three years) but haven't got around to. And my regular series are going to be cut off in their prime, with many projected future instalments now never to see the light of day.

I do have one final 'Fantasy Girlfriend' post planned for next weekend (an ultimate glamour icon, the fantasy girlfriend par excellence - can you guess who it might be?), but this week, here's a rundown of some of the gorgeous ladies who failed to make the cut.



Alas, no, there'll now never be a 'Fantasy Girlfriend' tribute to many of my favourite female singers... like the exquisite Linda Thompson, or any of these recently memorialised over on The Barstool, or the outrageously sexy Mylène Farmer ("the French Madonna", a recommendation of my cosmopolitan buddy Little Anthony; there's a very stylish mini-movie to accompany her song Libertine - I don't care for the music, but the raunch is great fun!), or - if I were to delve a little further back - like Grace Slick and Joan Baez. Ah, Joan Baez.

There'll never be another post on a favourite actress (some, but not all, of whom I've previously listed here). The omission of Jenny Agutter will particularly rile my friend The British Cowboy. At least we can enjoy a picture of her here.

Heck, I could have had a whole series on French actresses, but the fabulous Isabelle Huppert is the only one to have found a place in this strand. How did I omit Isabelle Adjani, Miou-Mou, Emmanuelle Béart, Anne Parillaud, Eva Green, Audrey Tautou, and so many others? How did I omit Sophie Marceau? Especially Sophie Marceau in La Fille de d'Artagnan?! (Dressed as a man. Leather tunic. Swashbucking swordplay. Thigh-boots. Oh, my!)

Looking back to an earlier era, how did I omit such haunting crushes of my childhood as Romy Schneider (notably in What's New, Pussycat?) and Jean Seberg (notably in The Mouse That Roared)? Or Catherine Deneuve (still gorgeous today; in the Sixties, perhaps the most beautiful woman on the planet)??

I never got around to doing a post on a female comedian, although there have been several I've had a soft spot for over the years (humour is one of the highest expressions of intelligence; and intelligence is the ultimate sexy for me): Ellen DeGeneres (yes, yes, I know), or the stunning redhead Joely Fisher, who played her best friend in her '90s sitcom, or Carol Cleveland (glamorous foil to the Pythons), or the lovely Australian stand-up Sarah Kendall (who I met at the Edinburgh Fringe some years ago), or the delightfully ditsy and deadpan surreal Hattie Hayridge.

I'll never now do a post on Audrey Hepburn (or will I??). Perhaps just as well: I fear my words would be inadequate to do her justice.

Nor on Barbara Eden, as Jeannie in I Dream Of Jeannie - my favourite TV programme when I was 9 or 10. (Although, actually, I somehow rather preferred her evil sister, Jeannie II. I wonder if this is because I have an unfortunate attraction to a mean streak in women, or if it's just that I prefer brunettes to blondes. They were both played by Barbara Eden, anyway; it was her charm that made the characters so appealing. And she's a blonde. Not that I'm immune to blondes, of course. Far from it!)

Nor on Jane Fonda - particularly Jane Fonda as Barbarella! (Although Jane Fonda as Cat Ballou also makes a strong claim.) The infamous opening sequence where she strips off her spacesuit in zero-gravity is one of my earliest and most enduring erotic memories (I caught a glimpse of it on late-night TV when I was about six, before being hastily despatched to bed by my embarrassed parents).


Nor on 'Lady Helen Manners' (mentioned on here once before, back in the early days) - an English society beauty from the turn of the last century, of whom I found two pictures in a book I used to own of Victorian photography. The pictures were far apart in the book, and not obviously related: one was of a bewitchingly pretty little girl of no more than about ten years old, the other of a mesmerisingly beautiful young woman in her late teens or early twenties. They were both remarkable pictures, and it was rather stunning to discover that they were of the same person, to realise that whatever it was that she had that made her so compelling, she'd had it since she was a child. I've lost that book long ago, and I've never been able to find those photographs, or anything about her online. But perhaps that's because I had misremembered her name. I suspect that it must have been the woman below, Lady Marjorie Manners. I still can't locate those photographs, though.

Nor on one of my earliest and most potent crushes (not quite as early as these two '60s sirens, but probably before I'd turned eight), Helga Anders, the young star of White Horses, a black-and-white German/Yugoslavian TV drama about a Lipizzaner stud farm which seemed to be on endless rotation on BBC children's television during the late '60s and early '70s. The insidiously pretty theme tune was probably the main key to its popularity. And I suppose this show really shouldn't have appealed to boys; but we're largely immune to peer pressure and macho stereotyping until we get to nine or ten, I think. As has often been noted, guys dig chicks with skills: the rapport 'Julia' enjoyed with her horses was most impressive (I would have liked to have been that horse coming to wake her up every morning!), and I still find this little scene from the opening credits of her riding across the fields on a white stallion rather exciting.



Well, I'll never do a post about any of these ladies - apart from this post, obviously.


Thursday, December 06, 2012

And talking of art....

A few weeks ago I stumbled upon a fabulous art blog by the name of This Is Colossal - my favourite discovery of the year!

The most recent posts include a set of macro-photographs of ice and snow crystals like this...



... and this wonderful Rube Goldberg contraption from Toronto graphic studio 2D House....






Be warned - this site is utterly addictive and VERY time-consuming!

Once you've dipped into their 'Top 20' posts, you'll be hooked.


Nature's brilliance

When back in England last summer, I dined in St John's College, Oxford, where an old university friend of mine is a member of the Senior Common Room. At this dinner, we were fortunate to meet Franziska Schenk, a German artist who was on a short summer residency at the college. Franziska has for several years been a teacher and researcher at Birmingham University, and has developed a fascinating specialism in a novel intersection between art and science: she is a pioneer and an evangelist for recent developments in the science of materials which have enabled the creation of pigments formed of nanoparticles that can emulate the spectacular iridescence found in nature, particularly in birds and insects. She was spending her few weeks in Oxford studying the enormous collections of tropical beetles in the University's Pitt Rivers Museum, whose intricate colouring she will then seek to replicate in her work..

Here's an example of one of her paintings.

Photographs can't begin to do justice to the richness of detail here. The pigments are delicately layered, creating a finely textured surface - and an almost 3-D effect: the colours change dramatically depending on the angle you are looking at them from.

You can check out more of her work on her website, or read her description of one of her series of paintngs in this technique. And there's a short piece on the science behind these biomimetic pigments in The Guardian here, and a slightly fuller discussion in Scientific American here.


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Hitler vs. The Daily Llama

A couple of weeks ago, I stumbled upon Youtube user TheSilverUniverse, who has created a number of amusing short videos by splicing together bits of Downfall (what a genre that has become!!), including an improbable Raiders of the Lost Ark-style series called Hitler's Llama Priest. Here's Episode 1.

Friday, November 16, 2012

What's in a name?

I am planning to be down in the pleasant coastal city of Xiamen (known to some as Amoy) at New Year, and have been shopping around on Ctrip for a suitable hotel to stay in.


I am tempted by the Smart Hero Club - who wouldn't be?

The Losing Hotel, on the other hand, projects a rather pessimistic aura. In this period of economic slowdown, I feel more in need of the flamboyant positivity exuded by the Megaboom Business Hotel.

Decisions, decisions.


Thursday, October 25, 2012

This week's dose of cool


I just stumbled across the work of German amateur(?!) photographer Markus Reugels via this article in the 'Design' section of the Fast Company website. Reugels has developed a speciality in producing intricate 'sculptures' from the interactions of water droplets frozen by a high-speed flash. The results are often extraordinarily beautiful - and leave you wondering how on earth he did that.



You can check out more of his work in articles here, here, and here, and in extensive online galleries here and here. And of course, it's worth taking a look at his own website as well, where he posts a link to this (English subtitled) 'behind the scenes' film on Youtube - which leaves the sense of awe undiminished even after he's told you in detail how he did it.



Saturday, October 13, 2012

Fantasy Girlfriend face-off: Who was THE FIRST?

I suggested long ago that the very first woman on whom I formed a romantic fixation must have been Emma Peel of The Avengers, one of the earliest entries in this series. However, on deeper reflection I have realised that there are two other very strong candidates for this dubious accolade, also actresses/characters in cult late-60s TV shows, almost exactly contemporaneous with The Avengers (although I suspect my memories are mostly based on slightly later re-runs, since I would only have been about three or four when these shows first aired), and - just possibly - slightly predating Mrs Peel in my affections.

One was Sharron Macready. Like Mrs Peel she was a glamorous superspy; and, like Mrs Peel, she was rendered sexually inactive by the plot device of recent widowhood (was this a widespread trope of the era, or were these two shows just copying each other, I wonder?). As well as being glacially beautiful (she was played by a gorgeous actress/model called Alexandra Bastedo, who had the kind of cheekbones that could give you paper-cuts) and impressively capable in tight situations, she had one further distinction, something that gave her rather an edge even over the formidable Mrs P: she had superhuman abilities! 

Yes, the unique gimmick of the show she was in, The Champions, was that she and her two male colleagues began the series being almost killed in a plane crash in the Himalayas. Rescued by a reclusive Shangri-La-like community of mystic monks, they were miraculously nursed back to health; and, on returning to their jobs with the spy bureau, were surprised to find that not merely were their injuries completely cured by the monks' mysterious remedies but that they had also acquired enhanced strength, sensory acuity, and co-ordination - and even a limited form of telepathy shared just between the three of them. It was indeed a rather silly premise, but irresistibly beguiling to a young boy. And, in retrospect, though innately implausible, it was in fact a bold and surprisingly effective way of justifying the invincibility of its protagonists - always somewhat of a problem in these superspy capers (Roger Moore's James Bond was for me one of the most egregious examples: he didn't look as though he could punch his way out of a paper bag, and yet he routinely prevailed against much stronger opponents). I particularly liked the super-coordinated ability, and the slick teamwork this often enabled between the trio: there was a great gag I remember (probably repeated a number of times) where one of them disarmed a bad guy with a well-aimed kick, not merely knocking the gun out of his hand but sending it spinning across the room - to be neatly caught by one of his colleagues. [This blog post has a fine appreciation of the show's appeal, and includes a few excerpts.]

The lovely Alexandra was not much of an actress, and tended to have to play second fiddle to the two chaps most of the time. She also had to suffer some truly horrendous '60s hairdoes and '60s fashions.

Yet, despite these handicaps, I still found her absolutely captivating; and the memory of that captivation lingers strongly to this day. I'm not sure if it was her exquisite features or the superpowers that did it.



Much about the same time, I was also rather smitten with Valerie Scott (played by Deanna Lund). If this were a contest simply on looks, or on the appeal of the character, Sharron would win hands down. But if I'm delving back through the mists of time to rediscover my very first erotic fantasy figure, I have a feeling Valerie might just have edged it.

I am rather ashamed of myself for having allowed myself to be so easily swayed by such obvious male weaknesses. Valerie's fashions were pretty much as naff as Sharron's, but her dresses were usually much shorter. And she wasn't a very impressive character either for the most part - a spoilt rich kid, vain, impulsive, always getting into trouble. But she had a nice figure. And she was a redhead (again that foible of mine! Did it start with Deanna Lund or was it an innate predilection?).

Valerie Scott was the principal eye-candy - and perpetual damsel-in-distress - in an Irwin Allen show called Land of the Giants. The premise was a little shaky: a commercial space passenger shuttle somehow got lost (wormhole?) and crash-landed on a planet that seemed strangely identical to Earth (in fact, nearly identical to '50s/'60s-era America)... except that the human population were about 100ft tall. Again, utterly silly; but again, utterly ravishing to the imagination of a young child. There's a deep-seated fascination in us for thus changing scale, finding the familiar rendered suddenly unfamiliar as everyday household items are transformed into huge objects (The Incredible Shrinking Man is my favourite of the classic '50s sci-fi B-movies).

While Sharron Macready maintained a strong presence in my memory over the years, I confess Valerie Scott had pretty much vanished from my mind.... until (in searching online a year or so back for the term 'spindrift' - as you do), I stumbled upon this picture. You see, the spaceship that brought her and her companions to the Planet of the Giants was called the Spindrift (I'm not sure that I'd ever known that; the spaceship didn't feature very prominently in most of the episodes). 

That unleashed a fair old tsunami of long lost - suppressed? - memories. I'm such a slut for mini-skirts and knee-boots! And perhaps for the woman-in-peril motif....

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

My kind of physics!

I stumbled upon this last week and found it rather diverting.

It's a demo reel from a new software development company called BeamNG showing off their revolutionary 'soft body physics engine', which can realistically model damage from motor vehicle accidents in real time. This could revolutionise driving games (which are about the only kind of video games I ever play). Well, car manufacturers and racing governing bodies have traditionally been rather snooty about making crashes too realistic, and I suspect they will continue to be so for quite a while yet. So, we're unlikely to see the benefits of this sort of software in the F1 or rallying games I usually favour.

I imagine the next instalment of Grand Theft Auto, though, will be all over this. [More examples available to view via the BeamNG Youtube account.]



Saturday, October 06, 2012

List of the Month - Why China will never be a great power

After a week of battering my brain with "academic" papers on China's foreign policy (mostly written with the level of research you'd expect from a senior high school student, and often framed in the whinily histrionic language of a pre-schooler), I am deeply fed up with contemplating "China's rise".

It's over a decade now since Gordon Chang gave us his notorious book The Coming Collapse of China. He invited scepticism and ridicule by overstating his negativity, giving insufficient attention to a number of factors that might ameliorate or delay his financial disaster scenario, and, above all, by committing himself to a definite and very short timeframe for his prediction - only five years. Once 2006 had passed, with China's economy seeming stronger than ever, Chang became a bit of a laughing-stock. But just about everything he said in that book was perfectly true, and nothing has changed. The fundamentals of China's economy and its political system are unsound. The question is not if a crash is coming, but when. More and more of my foreign friends here, even those who were the rosiest of China optimists until quite recently, are now fretting that the crash is looming. Suddenly, in comparison to this great upsurge of doom and gloom, I find myself in the relatively 'moderate' camp on this: a qualified collapsist - I think it might be gradual rather than sudden and catastrophic, I think it might still be two or three decades distant. But it is coming, it is inevitable. China is NEVER going to displace America as a dominant global superpower. I think it's extremely unlikely that China will even be able to maintain its integrity as a single country of the size it is now.

Here's why....




The Top Ten (or so) Reasons Why China Is Never Going To Be A Superpower


Too big to be viable
China is unwieldy. It's roughly the same size as the United States, but with a far less developed transport infrastructure. It's now catching up very quickly in that regard, but I don't think the country is ever going to work. Much of its peripheral territory is ethnically and culturally (and, in some cases, geographically) quite distinct from China proper. The "autonomous regions" of the far west, in particular, were forcibly annexed during the early years of the People's Republic and have had to be maintained by military occupation ever since: China is a neo-colonialist power within its own borders. That alone doesn't bode well for its long-term stability. The CCP myth of a China that has been one and indivisible since the dawn of time is nonsense: even  during periods when China was united under one rule and nominally 'stable' (and for much of its history it's been fractured into multiple kingdoms), in practice there was a high degree of local autonomy - with warlordism and banditry rife, and the Emperor's representatives often behaving as a law unto themselves. "The mountains are high, and the Emperor is far away" has been a favourite proverb about the ineffectuality of central control for centuries. And any attempts by the capital to bring things under a tighter rein usually resulted in mass insurrections.

It's not just China that I think is too big. All large countries have a problem, and may break up into smaller units over the next century or so (the division of America's Federal Reserve banking system might provide a template for a breakup of the USA). Russia, Canada, and Brazil are only viable because so much of their vast territory is unpopulated. India and the USA are only viable because their federal systems of government allow a large degree of regional autonomy. (A federal model might save China, but I doubt if the CCP would be willing to countenance such a thing.) I've always been a sceptic about the European Union because it seems to me to run counter to the trend of the times (a tendency towards increased devolution of power to regional governments, and, in many cases, towards large countries splitting up into smaller ones), and counter to human nature (we like to keep our societies on a 'human scale': we like to define our cultural identity with reference to quite narrow geographical areas [well, in Europe, at least!], and we like our governments to be accessible and responsive because local - in tune with our particular needs and desires); you can achieve trade liberalisation without administrative integration; only megalomaniacs want a bloated superstate. China, unfortunately, is run by megalomaniacs, and is thus likely to remain a bloated superstate - until it collapses under its own weight.


Too many people
Again, this is not just a China problem. Almost every country - and the world as a whole - is dangerously overpopulated. Most estimates I've seen of a world population that might be 'sustainable' with the lifestyle of the advanced nations are no more than 1.5 billion, and some of the more pessimistic assessments conjecture only a few hundred millions. China aspires to become "fully modernized" and to attain something approaching the American or Western European standard of living for most of its citizens by the second half of this century. The planet cannot support that - never mind China being able to support its population at that level of development, the planet can't support it. (I confess, I tend towards the gloomy view that - absent a near-Extinction Level Event such as an asteroid strike or a supervolcano or a massive plague that wipes out 70% or 80% of the world's population - the human race is f***ed. It's probably not just China that's going to go belly-up in the next 50 years.)


Inadequate resources
China is massively dependent on imported oil. China is becoming a net importer of food. China has an acute water shortage. China struggles to meet its ever-rising demand for electricity generation. It's amazing that the country hasn't come off the rails already. But give it another ten years or so, and these problems will become critical.


A rickety financial system
The Chinese academics and politicians I've been reading all week love to gloat over the embarrassment of Wall Street by the sub-prime crisis and to crow about the innate superiority - the moral superiority - of the Chinese economic and development model. They turn a blind eye to the fact that the Chinese banking system has many of the same problems as America's and more besides. The 'economic miracle' here is built on straw. Well, it's built very largely on fraudulent loans. But non-performing loans can easily be swept under the carpet; the banks are all propped up by the government (well, the major ones are; some of the lower-tier banks might well be allowed to fail, and that would trigger an unholy shitstorm); and, since the government owns everything (well, all of the land, nearly all of the heavy industry, and most of America's foreign debt), its coffers are almost bottomless and the surreptitious bailouts can continue ad infinitum. Well, except that nothing can continue ad infinitum. And if you keep pumping more cash into the system, you get runaway inflation.


An awful education system
People point to the achievements of Chinese academics in a handful of fields (maths, applied science, computing), and to the numbers gaining acceptance at prestigious overseas universities as an indication of how formidable the Chinese education system is. But, given the size of the country, these few egregious successes are in fact pretty rare, almost statistically insignificant. The Chinese education system is overcrowded and underfunded, and hobbled by poor quality teaching, poor quality teaching materials, antiquated teaching methodologies, and an ongoing requirement of ideological indoctrination. Some Chinese kids are becoming high achievers as a result of their parents' hothousing efforts (it's more to do with the private lessons forced on them outside of school than with the teaching they're getting within the state school system), but the scope of this success is rather limited (it's not doing much to foster creativity or self-reliance in today's youngsters), and it comes at the cost of a 'lost childhood': thousands of hours of exhausting and miserable enforced studying that is likely to lead to burnout, rebellion, or long-term psychological problems.


An obsolete ideology
The CCP has abandoned every element of communism except the central planning of the economy (and even that's increasingly just for show; I note that, following the wisdom of Bill Murray in Ghostbusters, official translations here are often now referring to the Five-Year Plan as a Five-Year Guideline), yet still obstinately insists on trumpeting its communist heritage. It's a curious hypocrisy - or, as they would call it, a 'contradiction' - at the heart of this country: it is now the most ruthlessly capitalist society on earth, and yet it still purports to uphold the ideals of Karl Marx. This doesn't do much for the government's credibility. And it leads to a stifling inflexibility of thought on certain issues.


An acute intellectual and emotional immaturity
China cannot engage effectively with the outside world because it is crippled by an inferiority complex that makes it suspicious and contemptuous of outsiders, and excessively defensive; it is locked into a 'them and us' siege mentality. The country's "finest minds" in the sphere of international relations rarely attain a level of debate that is anything other than puerile.


No rule of law
And without a reliable system of law, there is no certainty in commerce and no confidence in the future. China's successful entrepreneurs almost invariably emigrate as soon as they can. Social trust, the belief in your government's ability to provide for your welfare - healthcare, schooling, old age pensions, etc. - is almost non-existent in China as well. I suspect a very large percentage of the population would quit the country if it could; but, at present, this is an option that's usually only available to the very wealthy.


The one-party state
The CCP's continuing stubborn rejection of plural democracy and effective separation of the powers of government means that China is a gangster state. The Party controls all channels of influence, all opportunities for enrichment, allowing the cadres grow fat at the expense of the ordinary citizen. This isn't just corruption; all countries have corruption. This is a system which is entirely corrupt by its very nature, and cannot ever be otherwise. [I went into rather more detail on the political shortcomings of the Chinese state in this post a year or so ago.]


No moral centre
You would think that the basic tenets of morality were grounded in universal human instinct and would be found everywhere. But it seems that these instincts need to be codified somehow in order to really take root, and need to be supported by the surrounding culture. If you have a thoroughly immoral government, perhaps it's no surprise that the rest of society seems so thoroughly immoral too. Opinions differ as to whether Chinese culture may always have been somewhat deficient in terms of its moral infrastructure, or whether basic ideals of decency were crushed by the privations of the Mao years, and then by the subsequent explosion of unfettered get-rich-quick materialism. Whatever the reasons for it, lying (often not even for any transactional advantage, but simply as knee-jerk tactic for attempting to "save face"), cheating, bribery, and theft are endemic here. Not just endemic, but in many cases normal, routine, not even perceived as being 'wrong'. A country where everybody is constantly cheating each other surely can't survive and prosper for long.

I've never seen any evidence of a true work ethic here either. Some people will work hard out of a desire to make money. Many uncomplainingly accept unreasonably onerous conditions of working, because they are powerless to oppose them. And many office workers quite happily spend long hours at work because they have free Internet access there (and they don't have much to entertain themselves with at home). But, in my experience, Chinese people very seldom work conscientiously or efficiently; they will bunk off entirely for long stretches of the day, and aren't usually all that productive even when they are working. They are not inspired by any sense of pride in their work, they do not seem to recognise the idea that it is intrinsically more satisfying - regardless of any censure or reward - to do something well rather than to do it badly... or, in the typical Chinese way, to do something to the minimum acceptable standard ("chabuduo"; also check out an excellent [translated] Chinese satirical essay on the connotations of this word).


And, of course, the language....
The antiquated writing system used by Mandarin Chinese holds the country back in so many ways, as I expounded just the other day.



Friday, October 05, 2012

Are you goin' to bark all day, little doggie?

I included Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs in my rundown of great film posters last Saturday, and mentioned that there were quite a few variant versions and assorted promo art inspired by that film that I would have liked to have added if space permitted. Here's a selection for you now. [I'm not sure how many of these were actually commissioned by the distributors for advertising campaigns and how many might just be 'fan art'. The 'ear' one at the bottom is one of a selection of 'Minimalist Movie Posters' by artist Grischa Stanjek on the Atomic Popcorn website.]










Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A diverting read!

Heck, it seems I have nothing but diversion in my life these days. There are at least half a dozen (mostly unsolicited) mailings I regularly receive each day now, pointing me to various alluring online articles - to say nothing of the Yahoo News headlines alongside my e-mail every day, and the various oddities that friends regularly pass on to me. 

It's so hard to resist that one impulsive click - thinking that you'll just scan for a few seconds, dismiss it as worthless and close the window - which leads to... a long read.... and following up half a dozen supplementary links.... and scurrying off to research some tangentially related issue that it's brought to your mind... and striving to catalogue all the links for future reference. Oh, it's the curse of the Internet age!


However, every once in a while, alongside all the stuff that was basically serving only as procrastination, I come upon a real gem. And a week or two ago I happened upon a piece on Business Insider with the rather portentous (but undeniably attention-grabbing) 47 Mind-Blowing Psychological Facts You Need To Know To About Yourself.

I knew quite a few of them already, but it's an engaging read anyway. And with the welter of supplementary links to related articles and supporting research, I found that, even trying to ration myself to 10 or 12 pages at a time, it was eating up two or three hours of my time each time I sat down for a browse through it. (The URL is misleadingly labelled "100 Things..." Thank heavens it wasn't quite that long!)

It's written by a woman called Susan Weinschenk, who's been applying cognitive psychology to the field of user interface design for over 20 years now. You can find more of her observations on her own website, The Team W Blog.


I find it rather galling to reflect that so much is now understood academically about how to make websites etc. right, and yet 90% of what we're given (even by the 'big boys' like Yahoo and Blogger) is still so egregiously wrong. How does this happen??

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Drat! Blogger pisses me off again!

For the past six months I've had links near the top of the sidebars on both my blogs for a rather useful 'list view' - summarising the last 30 posts on each.

This feature was obtained by simply adding /?m=1 to the end of the blog URL. I'm not aware that Blogger ever advertised this anywhere; so, perhaps it was only ever a fortuitous glitch. And it now appears to have been "repaired": those links now direct only to the regular blog homepage. Damn.


I am particularly saddened by Blogger's withdrawal of this facility not because it was being widely used and appreciated (I suspect it wasn't), but simply because the tip on how to set it up had been sent to me as a parting gift by Tony B, a very entertaining blogger who had also become an e-penpal of mine over the last few years. He was fairly elderly and in ailing health, and he passed away only two months later. I had liked having this permanent reminder of him in my sidebars. Dang you, Blogger!