Sunday, August 31, 2008
In the past I know I have infuriated people because
I don't like to tell people where I am. Particularly when
I am on holiday.
So it surprises me by how much I am enjoying using twitter.
Twitter allows me to make small posts of 140 characters.
This sounds pretty dull, until you find yourself writing
a post on what you have for breakfast (pop tarts). The full
tedium of life will be available for all to see and wallow in.
I have signed up my mobile phone so that I can post from
anywhere. This is a stalkers dream.
Of course some people are posting their progress as
they leave New Orleans before the storm hits, while I tell people when I am going shopping in Tesco.
My cunning plan is to provide "information overload". I say I am doing X, while in fact I am enjoying a little bit of Y.
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Turing
There is a famous Artificial Intelligence (AI) test by Alan Turing
that involves a computer trying to convince you that it is human via a
teletype. Given that AI has a reputation for non achievement and
bullshit, the Turing test seemed very impractical. Of course who could
have predicted that people's need to sell penis enlargement pills
could have driven such dramatic progress in computer science over that
made by dullards working in Universities.
Amazon tempted me to buy "The annotated Turing -- a guide through
Alan Turing's historic paper on computability and the Turing machine".
I am not an AI loser, this book is about computing.
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books
Istanbul beaches
This article in the Guardian has humiliated me. There were beaches
in Istanbul? Although I live a child free life, even
I know that children are bored doing tourist things.
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travel
Saturday, August 30, 2008
I finally get library music
Although I regularly listen to the freakzone on radio6,
I never really got the section on library music. Luckily
the guardian has an explanation. I tried to get buy some of
the books from Amazon, but I note how expensive the radiophonic
CDs are. Bah collectors.
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music
Friday, August 29, 2008
What does China think
While on my travels I read "What does China think" by Mark
Leonard. The book was a set of interviews with Chinese
intellectuals about the future of China. Perhaps rather depressingly,
many of them seemed to have a vision of what they wanted for the
future China.
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books
Sin City
God damm Hillhead library. I didn't go to the pub after
work tonight. I thought I could read a few more chapters
from "Mind Performance Hacks", but instead I read the graphics
novel "Sin City 6" by Frank Miller. Guilty pleasures indeed.
I was so sad when Marv was killed in the Sin City film. When I was looking for graphic novel in the library, I thuink to read some guide on graphic novels, in case I ended up reading some crap.
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drinking stuff
A couple of weeks agao I walked into a pub close to Queen street
railway station in Glasgow. There were two guys at the bar, probably
both of them in their late thirties. One of the guys with an Irish
accent started talking to me. To celebrate this I ordered
Guinness. He and his friend were interesting to talk to. I am not good
at holding up a conversation unless the content has a lot of DVD and
book references.
This type of thing is a "cheers" moment where you go to the local pub
to meet people. On my own I normally just drink my beer, practise
non-existence and try to avoid eye contact. One of the guys wanted to
buy my drink. I wasn't so keen, partly because I was just having a
beer after watching a film. He was going "what could happen?". I was
not worried that I would drink too much and wake up the next day to
hear some Irish snoring and an ache in my backside. More it was that I
know that when alchol is involed, it doesn't take long until the good
cheer leaves, and things get weird. As it turned the guy had been
unfaithful to his wife who kept ringing. His friend took him off back
home. Didn't I tell that you things always end weird.
To end on a more positive note, I found a place to buy Guinness
for two pounds in the center of Glasgow.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Jeffrey lewis gig
I went out to see Jeffrey Lewis play last night at the
Captain's nest venue in Glasgow. In my biased opinion Jeff
is probably the best song writer in the US at the moment.
He is famous for "last time I did acid I went insane".
He is a mellow folk singer who also writes and draws comics. During
his set he shows one of his comics. Last night he showed a comic
for history of communism in Korea.
The last album he and his band did was a bunch of covers of
crass songs. Crass was a famous UK anarchist punk band, but his
folky renditions sound both powerful and mellow. He only played
2 songs from the crass album. Over 50% of the set was new
material.
I liked the venue, but it was totally full. I turned up with
no tickets, but the barman sold me a ticket. It was really hot as well,
but everyone was into the music and there was no drunk people to shout and
scream during the quiet bits.
After the gig I had to re-hydrate myself with a beer in the upstairs
bar before I headed home. Some guy talked to me. He had been to see
Jeffrey Lewis, and also he had been to see another here of mine
Daniel Johnston. The guy finished his beer and announced he was getting the
bus to Edinburgh to go to a party full of lesbians. He also told me
that he had spent three hours the day before trying to chat up a
lesbian and it was difficult to tell if a woman was a lesbian.
After he imparted this knowledge he left. I finished my beer and
started to pub my way home, humming "punk is dead."
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music
Saturday, August 23, 2008
watchmen
I had planned to do some work today, but I actually spent the day
reading "watchmen" by
by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons.
This one of the most famous graphics novels. It always gets mentioned, whenever there is a film adaptation of other graphic novels. A film of the book was meant to be released next year,
but it looks as though there are some legal problems. At a superficial
level the book is about "super heros". You can read the wikepedia
article to get some idea of the complexity of the plot. I liked the
many levels in the book.
I was amused to see that one of the characters was looking for evidence for gluino. The science super hero (and the only one with any powers), called Doctor Manhattan comes across as emotionally cold and more interested in quarks than people (very good).
After reading this novel I am now convinced that graphic novels are a new art form. I am not ashamed to tell people this.
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books
hellboy
I guess that, dear reader, you know me well enough,
that you feel my longing to see the new hellboy movie.
However, I am not someone who can take simple pleasures,
with out a heady dose of guilt and self imposed suffering.
I have an addictive personality so I am careful what
new vices I pick up. I have not tried, whoring, smoking crack, or
look at porn on the Internet, because I know that if start I will not
be able to stop.
I do allow myself, smaller more manageable vices. There is graphic
novel section in Hillhead public library. I have tried to avoid
comics and graphic novels, because I don't want to end up
as one of these old bald guys explaining to some disinterested chick that
"graphic novels are a new art form". However, since I can check books
out from the library for free, I decided I would see if I had the
attention span to read a comic book. So I slid up to the graphics
novel part of the library. Another single guy was looking at
the books. I hovered some more and the guy moved off. Later on I saw him at the checkout desk. He had the graphic novel for Ironman. I stopped myself from saying "mine" and grabbing the Ironman comic, but I limited myself to thinking bast*ard.
I checked a comic/graphic novel from the hellboy series drawn and written by Mike Mignola. The book was called "strange journeys". Later that Thursday evening I found that I did indeed have the attention span to read comic books again. I devoured the book, rather than doing any chores on Thursday. On Friday morning I had to get another comic book from the library. I am already a sad comic junkie.
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Founders at Work
I have just finished reading "Founders at Work" by Jessica
Livingston. This is a large collection of interview of people who
founded computer companies. Some of the products/companies
that were founded by the interviewers were: firefox, paypal,
hotmail, blogger, adobe, and many more.
There is definitely a different culture around Stanford.
People as undergraduates were thinking of forming companies.
It all seemed very exciting. People formed a company with no
real idea what they wanted to produce. Amazing and exciting stuff.
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books
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Dark Knight
I went to see the latest batman film, the dark knight, last Monday.
The joker, what a cool guy. Obviously this film was
full of ideas about morality. My mind was full when I
left the cinema, mostly with thoughts about how I wanted
to see the film again, but in 3D, to get an even better
philosophical perspective.
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The Atrocity Archives
I have spent the day reading "The Atrocity Archives" by
Charles Stross. A nice bit of R and R as I waited for my hangover
to abate. One of the system administrators of a secret goverment
agancy that deals with the occult is allowed to go on active field
missions. The book had lots of nice computing terms for the geek
reader (not me of course).
In the after wood Charles claim that the hacker is the trickster
god in the realm of computing.
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books
die smilers die
Complete strangers are coming up to me and complaining that
I don't smile enough. Are there an rules for the amount of
time a person should smile? Wikipedia is of no real help, apart from same vague comments about happiness.
If there are rules for the amount of time I should be smiling,
I will keep my face in the throes of a fixed grin for the
standard normal time. I just want to fit in.
My friend Mark says
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The wave pictures
I went out to see the "wave pictures" play at the Glasgow
barfly last night. I really like the the sound that the wave
pictures make. They sound like Jonathan Richman and the modern lovers
(famous for the song roadrunner). Their songs can be dense and
confusing -- but I like that. One song was about the day
Johnny Cash died. The song ends with his girlfriend saying
"its not as if it was Elvis". I would have ended the song with "it is
over bitch". There were not too many people in the barfly last night.
On my way home I stopped off at the Oran Mor for more beer. This place
is close enough to my flat, that I walk home with out having to find
an outside toilet. I had two sets of women come and talk to me. I had
not drunk too much beer, so I could still talk, but I think they
found me boring and moved onto more interesting prospects. Anyway I didn't
start ranting on about pyramids or why there are two canisters of shaving
foam in bathroom trying to brainwash me.
I got home about 3:00. I should go out more.
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
The end of oil
Rajan Gupta gave an interesting talk at the lattice 2008 conference
on the oil issue. After that I decided I should know more about
energy. Amazon kindly sold me the book "the end of oil" by Paul
Roberts. The book explained many of the issues about the oil supply.
Roberts doesn't come over as a member of the left, this made the book
refreshing and depressing. I know have a better idea about the issues
in drilling for oil in Alaska
Although he just casually mentions "of course the Iraq war was about oil".
In some sense I would have been happy if Blair had admitted that the
Iraq war was about the oil. It was clear that Bush's people thought
this, but Blair essentially has no idea what he was doing. The Iraq
was only a small part of the book.
My bet is that in the future people will view their ancestors who used
SUVs to travel around cities in the same way as slave owners. It will
be hidden shame of the family history. It is good thing that everyone
is now taking digital photographs, because it will be easy to paste
out a SUV with a nice bicycle.
I didn't realize that oil production could be starting to peak.
Things are getting so bad that Arthur Scargill is back.
(No state funeral for Thatcher because she closed down most of the
coal mines). The book discusses clean technology for coal.
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books
Death Masks and Summer Knights
Before I was 20 I used to read series of books. This might have been
partly because I didn't know what new authors to dip into, so it was
hard to find new authors to read. Yes this was the way we lived before
the internet. (Perhaps I should have read a literary magazine of some
kind).
As I get older I seem to be reverting back to the reading habits
of my youth. On some of the trips I took recently I read two more
books in the Dresden files series: Death Masks and Summer Knights.
There were faries, vampires, swords, and wizards set in Chicago.
Not deep stuff, but kept me happy on trains and planes.
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books
The white Castle
As part of my Istanbul trip I thought I should try
reading a book by a modern Turkish author. The guide book
recommended "The White castle" by Orham Pamuk. This was
a fantastic book. A young scholar from Venice is captured and
sold as a slave to person who looks like him in Istanbul.
Knowledge and insanity is passed between the master and
slave until neither seem sure who is who.
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Bobby Fischer goes to war
I was in the chess club at school for while.
I was never very good at chess. I certainly didn't
think about it too much. I can't say that even now that
I would want to invest any effort in the game. I am too old
to do anything as nerdy as playing chess, I would rather
invest my declining energy in doing something more practical
such as learning LISP.
So having ranted all the above out, I am not sure why I
read "Bobby Fischer Goes to War" by Edmonds and Eidinow.
This was the story of how the American Bobby Fischer
won the world chess championship in the 70s. It was interesting to
read about the Soviet chess system. The Fischer guy was
just a total nut case. He was rude in an amazing way that
people only knew how to give into.
What also interested me was that the chess players took their fitness
very seriously. Fischer goes bowling with some "friends". Some stranger tries
to help him bowl better, because he wasn't knocking down many pins.
Fischer just says, I am not really interested in bowling. I am just
throwing the ball to improve the strength in my arm to help my chess
playing. Wow, showing how to be a sh*t and total dedication at the
same time.
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Altered Carbon
While I was in Istanbul I felt I should be doing tourist things
all the time, such as going rounds things. Some what guiltily I did
spend some reading "Altered Carbon" by Richard Morgan. This was a
science fiction book, where the hero is downloaded into a new body
on an Earth in the future. There are shooting, more bodies, and
an a hotel owned by an AI.
There was a nice park (called Gillhane park) near my hotel that was
good for reading in. There were lots of seats and no one bothered
me. Sometimes people would come round and sell cheap cups of tea.
When I looked at Richard Morgan's web page I found out that
he lives in Glasgow. He had his first job in Istanbul teaching
English. So in a way I wasn't just reading a science fiction book, but I was
really learning about Istanbul.
Guilt is a terrible thing.
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books
Sunday, August 10, 2008
history of the order of the assassins
While I was in Istanbul I saw a book called
Assassins: A Radical Sect in Islam by Bernard Lewis.
However, it was so expensive that I decided I would
wait until I got back to the UK to buy the book.
Even better I found that the book was listed
in the catalogue of the University of Glasgow library .
As I searched the dusty shelves of the library I didn't
find the book above, but ended up with "history of the
order of the assassins" by Franzius. Before reading this book,
all I knew about the assassins was that there was some
old man in a mountain in the Middle East, who kept some of his followers
in a valley full of hashish and beautiful maidens. When he
wanted someone killed he would tell one of his people
that they were in heaven. To get back into heaven, they
had to kill their target.
After speed reading the book, I now know that the assassins were
actually a sect of the Sunnite part of Islam. Apparently the
assassins still exist today. At various stages the assassins
used murder to accomplish political ends. The number of political
alliances they made was very complicated. They didn't just fight the
crusaders. I do expect to get visited by officers from
Special Branch, since it is clear that some of the suicide
bombers were influenced by the early assassin philosophy.
Anyway I will just say nothing and they will think I would
not hurt a fly.
I also learnt that the word thugs actually comes from India. There was
some kind of criminal gang called the Thuggees who used to strangle
people to steal their goods.
As he died one leader of the assassins, Sanjah (1118 -1124) whispered
"nothing was true, that everything was permitted" and then departed
to hell.
This book changed my life.
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Aya Sofya
The Aya Sofya church was close to my hotel in Istanbul. The Aya Sofya church was built around 537 AS by emperor Julian. No I got that wrong it was emperor Justinian. There is a great book by Gore Vidal called Julian. The book was about a Roman emperor who wanted to turn back the tide of Christainity, back to a more gentle and tolerant pagan relegon. I was surprised that he had founded a church. It had been a while since I read the book.
I don't usually like going on holy ground (unless I am chased by vampires of course).
I liked the black scaffolding in the centre of the church. It looked so cool and modern, in such an ancient building.
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travel
Istanbul and water below the ground
During my trip to Istanbul I went to the Basilica Cistern. This is an underground storage area built by the Romans. It was forgotten about, until a Frenchman found it. I am not sure I agree that he rediscovered it, because somebody took him fishing there. It was a big cavern with water and a wooden platform people can walk on. It is nice and cool, which is good after a warm day in Istanbul.
If I read by guide book right it featured in "From Russia in Love". There is a part of the film, where they bug the Russian embassy via an underground river of some sort. I just liked looking at the fishes swirling in the cool gloom.
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Sunday, August 03, 2008
Istanbul modern
This has been my last day in Istanbul. I had not been to the grand bazaar, so I thought I would do that today. However my heart wasn't really in it. I don't want a carpet (true) or a new jacket (I don't wear the leather jacket I own). So instead I thought i would go to the Istanbul modern, a new art gallery close to the river. I started out OK, but got distracted by someone trying to sell me a carpet, so I ended
up taking a different route to what I planned.
I always knew that I just had to go right to hit the river. I did find a nice looking
University. After somehow paying 10 euros for a street map I didn't need. I headed
right towards the river. I thought this is so peaceful, away from the tourists. In fact as I walked around the back streets I suddenly thought this is a bit too peaceful. There was no one around. No nice Tourist policeman in his blue uniform.
I was alone. I thought I am going to get my throat cut here. I started
to hope for a welcoming sign of a carpet shop, where I would be safe, but poor.
Anyway I found the river at last. I couldn't find the Istanbul modern. I saw no signs
for it either. After looking at my map, I saw that I was actually on the wrong side of the river. In Istanbul one side of the river is in Asia and the other in Europe. This was the first time I got the continent wrong when I went looking for something.
I walked over to the correct side of the river. Somehow in Istanbul they don't like
to put the name of the bridge near it. Also Istanbul had one more bridge than my map!
I wanted Galata bridge. I eventually decided i knew where I was, but I still could not find "Istanbul modern". After going from a tourist area, into what only be called "a derelict dockland area", fully of empt cafes and broken boats, I eventually saw a sign for the gallery.
The building has been opened in 2005 so it was big and clean with lots of space. When I bought my ticket they put a red sticker on my chest with no explanation.
The sticker fell off when I went to the toilet and i couldn't find it. This is the only way to view an art exhibition, when you are nervous that security will throw yo out for not having a red sticker. Everyone else had a red sticker. I didn't see any other stickers of a different colour. I found my self clutching at pieces of red on the floor in case it was red sticker. Anyway no one payed any notice to me. Perhaps I will bring the "red sticker idea" to Tate Modern in London.
As you may imagine I didn't focus on the pictures so much. I did see some nice green
and blues ones, but no really red pictures. The first floor contained pictures of twentieth century artists from Turkey. I found them all interesting without any of the anal theory stuff from the West. The basement had video installation type things, that don't do anything for me. (OK I did like the video of some eggs with some words on that kept moving. Janis Joplin sang in the background, but whether that was art, so something i could have done given three spare weeks).
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Saturday, August 02, 2008
money
I am spending a huge amount of money in Istanbul. Normally if I want to eat cheaply
in France or Germany I will have a kebab. Here somehow a kebab is authentic local food, so I always end up spending over ten pounds for every meal., Also no chilli source!
I am off for beer and french fries. It is a good thing that the beer is expensive here, otherwise there would be Britsh stag parties around and frankly that would
suck.
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travel
A Passion for Killing
I spent some part of today reading a book called A Passion for Killing by Barbara Nadel. The book is a detective story set in Istanbul. I agree with the amazon reviewer to some extent in that the book was uneven in plotting. I did enjoy the setting and atmosphere. Turks hate carpet sellers as well. I will read one of the books earlier
in the series.
I got the book in a local bookshop for essentially twice the amount of money I could have got it in the UK. The guy at the bookstore tried to sell me a book about growing up in Istanbul (recommended in a guide book). This was about real people he said. My pseudo-intellectual cover was blown, because I really just wanted to read a detective novel.
The park by the palace is good to read in. The light is good but is shady, so not
too hot. I have not been bothered by anyone.
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books
Topkapi palace
I went round the Topkapi palace in Istanbul today. This palace used to be used by the Sultans as they ruled their empire. The place is huge. I started at 9:40 and
I left about 14:50. I am not someone who spends all his time listening to the audio
tour guide.
There were many rooms in the palace. One had a large number of swords and knifes.
I saw a father talk to his some about the difference between a mace and an axe. At
least i think that is what he was talking about because he spoke in French. I was touched by this. I also would like to know when to use a mace rather than an axe, perhaps I should have asked him.
In the treasury there was a lot of gold. I was not too impressed with some of the pieces. There was a famous dagger that had featured in a famous film. The dagger had two or three rubies in it and it probably went missing. There was also a big diamond that impressed me. I would have liked to steal two large candlesticks made of gold, but they looked too heavy for me to pick up.
There was a harem there as well. I was really excited by this. I had not released any sexual energy for some days. I had put on clean underwear. I was ready for some actions. Inside, I thought "where are the women? Where is the silk and fur? Who will fill my glass and feed me grapes?". The answer was f*cking no one. It was just another
museum. Sure there was some cute American chick with a white skirt on and a black berry on, but I wanted dancing girls. In one room they had a couple of plastic models. What ever happened to living history. One Sultan satisfied 24 women in 24 hours there, but you would never guess that.
At the en of the tour of the harem I had excess unfilled energy and I didn't feel like going back to my hotel room for some release. I did try to find the circumcision
room in the main part of the palace. The lonely planet guide noted that the circumcision room had beautiful blue tiles. I couldn't find the room and was getting hungry. Perhaps if I had found the circumcision room, I could have finally forgiven
my parents for what they ordered the surgeon to do 30 years ago. So I will keep that little flame of bitterness alive for a few more years.
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Friday, August 01, 2008
river tour in Istanbul
I can't say I am a huge fan of organized tours. They do force me to do more tourist things that I would do on my own. Mostly becaue I don't get lost so much, or tempted by the evil drink.
Today I booked a boat trip on a river called Bosphorus that sits between the
European and Asian sections of Istanbul. There were about 40 people on the boat,
essentially a coach load. It was small enough to roack up and dow, but I didn't feel
too queezy. There were some nice palaces at the side of the river and one big fortrest that the Otmann built to seige to Constantinpole.
I didn't realize that Jason and the Argonauts also went along one of these rivers
when they went in search of the golden fleece. This made the trip more like history,
rather than the Christian stuff lying around. I wish I had a sword so I could shake
it at the monsters on the shore.
The car driving here is a bit crazy. We took a tour bus to the river side. It was
one the red buses that are used for city tours. At point a car cut into the side of
the bus. There was the loud sound of scraping as the car and bus mingled. I thought this will take ages to sort out. Insurance numbers will have to be exchanged. The police will have to be called. A police car went past totally ignoring us. The driver and tour leader got out. A minute later they got back into bus and we were on
our way. The tour leader said "there are lots of cars in Istanbul, but not many good drivers". Given the amount of cutting in and out, I am not surprised that they don't
all obey hard core insurance rules.
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