This song’s been going round and round in my head all weekend. I was humming it as I wandered round the funfair in Blackheath on Saturday. Eery shoegazer music, with a suitably disturbing video, that reminds me a little bit of My Bloody Valentine. You can get the song as an mp3 from Mogwai’s free podcast.
The world according to nouns
WCAG 2.0 – when I want beer, don’t give me shandy. Excellent write-up of the new web accessibility guidelines by Bruce Lawson, prompting me to write:
I had some thoughts on semantic HTML and Ajax (basically – HTML is a markup language for text documents. Does it have any semantic meaning when you start using it to mark up application user interfaces?)
Patrick Lauke pointed out, quite rightly, that HTML is the only language understood by existing user agents, so we’re stuck with it anyway. He started a discussion on accessify forum but I thought it might be helpful (for me at least) if I expanded on what my original thoughts were.
They pay you a nickel, charge you a dime…
There’s an interesting article in Saturday’s Guardian about land theft in China. The Chinese economic miracle is based on taking land from peasant farmers and giving it to wealthy developers, via corrupt local officials. A fairly old story of capitalist corruption in the People’s Republic.
It’s well worth reading the whole thing. Here’s the part that interested me:
“China’s reforms so far have been introduced under pressure. There hasn’t been enough pressure in the field of land ownership yet. But there will come a time when our top leaders will be forced to reform the system to maintain social stability and prevent damage to the economy. We are not at that point yet. But I predict a change within five years.”
He may be too optimistic. There is a widely held assumption in the west that increased wealth automatically ushers in greater democracy and social justice. But what is happening in Guangdong suggests the opposite. This is China’s richest province, but it has also witnessed some of the most violent demonstrations, bloody crackdowns and ruthless measures to silence media criticism and crush grass-roots activism. The government’s answer to the unrest is to promise the peasants more money and to beef up its security forces. In the meantime, the land is being moved into ever fewer and richer hands.
Continuing the theme of China and human rights, Amnesty International’s new web site has an e-mail you can send to Yahoo, regarding their role in the case of the imprisoned journalist Shi Tao. Here’s a quote from their suggested message:
I am alarmed that in the pursuit of new and lucrative markets, your company is contributing to human rights violations. Yahoo! should urgently give consideration to the human rights implications of its business operations. The Universal Declaration of Human Rights calls upon every organ of society, which includes companies, to respect human rights.
If you find Yahoo’s actions in this case quite despicable, you can follow the linkabove and let them know. It only takes a second to send an e-mail. I’ve sent a message and I’ll be interested to see if I get a response. Assuming, of course, that David Filo and Jerry Yang haven’t outsourced reading their e-mail to under-paid Chinese peasants.
Be irrepressible
Amnesty International celebrates its 45th birthday this week, with a new campaign and a new website: irrepressible.info.
Here’s a bit from the press release:
Around the world, Internet cafés are shut down, computers seized, chat rooms monitored, and
blogs deleted. Websites are blocked or heavily censored, search engines are restricted and
foreign news prohibited.irrepressible.info highlights internet censorship and the cases of people imprisoned just for what
they have written in emails or on websites. It also highlights the role of companies who have helped
countries like China censor the web.We’re asking people to go to www.irrepressible.info and sign our Pledge for internet
freedom; send our e-postcard to the Chinese authorities calling for the release of Shi Tao – doing
10 years hard labour for sending an email – and show their support by putting our badge on their
website or email.The internet has become a new frontier in the struggle for human rights. A lot of has changed in 45
years – but some governments are still repressing their citizens, and Amnesty is still standing up
against them.
“We’re too smart to watch TV…
…we’re too dumb to make believe this is all we want from life.”
A little bit of Jawbreaker there, to raise my spirits after last.fm’s magic internet brain kindly recommended that, of all the bands on the planet, I should listen to Coldplay. Christ, shoot me now.
By the way, what exactly is a superstitious hyperrealist?
Who knows where the time goes?
Just thinking that 14th May marked ten years since Jason Cardelli passed away.
He was a good bloke. Totally passionate about his work. Always willing to help his friends. Co-authored my first paper and gave me a great reference for my first job.
Ten years ago. Yours truly was living in Mexico City and went to visit Janet in Guatemala. Helen had just bought a house with Graeme. Matt was still drinking studying hard in Southampton, I think. Greg was fighting the good fight with IGC in San Francisco. England snatched defeat from the jaws of victory against Germany in the European Championship. Take That split up.
What were you up to a decade ago?
Hot man-man love!
This photo was taken in 1994 and must have first gone on the web in 1995 or 1996. Probably on geocities. “Aren’t you afraid it makes you look gay?” was asked a couple of times after that. Once by the girlfriend of the time who, of all people, should have known the answer to that question. Hmmm, was there something she wasn’t telling me? Well, I suppose the jester’s hat does give me a certain merry air.
Anyway, fearing nothing (haha!) and confident in my own sexuality, I’ve put the photo back up again. Besides, if you’d been fortunate enough to touch Stan Kurtz, you’d want to share the experience with the world too.
Nine while nine
Early birthday present yesterday – my first Sisters of Mercy live experience at the Astoria. They were dreadful though – so much smoke that you couldn’t see the stage at all and a sound mix that left the guitars and vocals inaudible behind the drum machine and bass. We were trying to guess the songs from the drum beats, until they got to the chorus and the audience sang along – “Anaconda? Alice? Mary had a little lamb?”, audience starts belting out “hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me…”
“This is shit”, observed Jon. “Let’s get drunk.” And we did. Oh yeah.
Still, I got to sing along to Lucretia My Reflection and Alice. And I got to sing Run to the Hills, which went quite nicely with the beginning of one song. No idea what the hell Mr Eldritch was singing.
Later, we retired to the Intrepid Fox. They have a barmaid with beautiful red hair and an AC/DC t-shirt, which cheered me up no end. And I got to wear the black t-shirt with a naked lady on the back. It fits so few social occasions nowadays, and usually sits, neglected, in the wardrobe.
Update: in response to Christine’s rather snippy comment below, here’s the gig discussed on Heartland. Reviews vary between ok and dismal, but nothing to write home about. Quote of the night, which I’d forgotten, from Eldritch: "I’m sorry, I can’t hear me either." in response to chants of "Turn it up!" from the crowd.
No Blacks. No Dogs. No Irish.
I just tried to renew my passport online. I received this error message after filling out my name, which contains an apostrophe — ‘Only use A-Z, a-z, commas, hyphens & spaces. See More Help for guidance’
Am I supposed to change my name to ODonnell because some idiot can’t write software capable of dealing with Irish surnames?
I used to be eligible for an Irish passport. It’s tempting to look into that in more detail.
We’re an American band…
Once, back in 1993 or thereabouts, young master gribley came into my office. “Wotcha!”, said I, or something to that effect. Time has blurred my precise memory of the conversation. “Yo La Tengo are playing. We should go and see them”, he said.
“Who are they?”
“A quiet little acoustic, folky band”
“OK”, I said, after mulling it over a little.
Later, we were ensconced in the Club de Wash (now, sadly, burned to the ground). Yo La Tengo came on stage carrying electric guitars, emitting a wailing feedback noise that would have put My Bloody Valentine to shame. They then played 30 minutes or so of electric, feedbank-drenched rock.
Since then I’ve been to see them at every chance I’ve had, including a fine open-air gig with Calexico at Somerset House a couple of years ago.
I noticed that the film Junebug is showing at Greenwich Picturehouse. The description of the film ends, ‘Bolstering its impeccable credentials is a score from Yo La Tengo.’ I may have to go and see it.