I went to my first meeting of the Westminster Skeptics (sic) on Monday to here a talk by Freedom of Information campaigner Heather Brooke and was impressed both with her enthusiasm for the topic and with her complete mistrust of any state institution. She was joined in both those qualities by a largely submissive audience who questioned her more on the practicalities of obtaining data than the benefit of her work. I feel it is impossible to deny the conclusion that in a democracy, particularly one in the middle of an information revolution, that information belongs to the public first and to the government second. But the talk was notable for not once touching on the limits of this freedom, for instance it was mentioned that spending on security for the Pope’s visit was not releasable but no discussion on why that was and whether that was acceptable. Nor was it discussed about what was beneficial to be released and whether any financial information should be secret. Is it ok for companies that fail to attain government contracts to know how much the successful company bid? Is it ok for them to FOI request the decision making process? There is an all too real chance that government spending could be driven up by having their criteria and current spend laid bare.
What the Skeptics seemed most unanimous on was that government is not to be trusted and anytime an FOI request is rejected it must be because someone, somewhere wants something hidden. It can’t be because the data is simply not collected, or is genuinely secret, or that it takes a huge amount of effort to collate it all, it must be ‘the man’ holding us down. It’s this attitude of complete mistrust that I find most objectionable and when the talk became less like a public meeting of adults and more like a group of sulky teens listening to Nirvana and planning how they would run the country. What the movement most forgets is that government is a collection of people doing their jobs, some well, some badly but no more badly and no better than most private companies and that some people stick to the minutiae of the rules of their jobs and some are more relaxed but everyone, everywhere is just doing a job. Even the name of the website Heather Brooke frequently referenced sums up the attitude, www.whatdotheyknow.com. In fact the main benefit anyone could name of uncovering information via an FOI request was simply that the information was now public. Not once in the meeting did anyone name a single example of policy being improved by this process, yet for the amount for of man hours spent recovering this information surely a justification is needed?
Similarly there was a question relating to the expense involved in collating information for publication of FOI and Brooke’s response was simply that she couldn’t believe complete information wasn’t collated. Indeed her only focus was on how you could then extract the information, not on the benefits of doing so. To peruse the annals of whatdotheyknow is to get a window into a sad and deranged world of vendettas and obsessions, as bad as any Have Your Say section. I would request the total amount of tax payers money has been spent on council officials responding to FOI requests but it would be depressingly counterproductive.
This information is also produced without context, how are we to judge how much is spent on the Pope’s visit if we don’t know the cost of other world leaders’ visits? Context is vital to understanding any decision, spending or otherwise, yet the FOI request system singularly ignores it. Similarly one FOI request is often copied to hundreds of public bodies and only the one result that turns up something mildly embarrassing is published.
The FOI request is not only a flawed system but a actively bad one, it inspires mistrust from the public, wastes officials’ time and only drip information into the public domain. Full disclosure is a necessary and inevitable policy, which the coalition government has made tentative steps towards with local council spending. However I doubt anyone will agree on the list of data to be published and whatever is published it is certain the Skeptics will question what’s left of the list, them and the person who has FOI requested information on ghost sightings and exorcisms from every public body in the UK.
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Sunday, 11 July 2010
The Art of the Post Match Interview
Its now a common feature of sports broadcasting; the shattered, out of breath, emotionally drained sports star responding to a, normally unsuccessful, former player with a microphone seconds after finishing their match. There are so many things wrong with them that the vast majority fail to live in the memory for even a second after their end and yet TV companies insist on their continued use.
Most of the time sport stars are too defensive to make genuinely insightful points, too tired to think clearly and too boring to say anything interesting, so the interviews appear almost pre-written. However, just occasionally, the right set of circumstances combine to produce something brilliant.
The very best interviews are always with the losers, just as their bitterness mixes with their misery it creates a potent cocktail for an interviewer willing to press the right buttons. Two fine examples were produced by the famously brittle Kevin Keegan as his two most important managerial roles imploded in front of his eyes. Firstly in 1996, after months of goading from the then plain old Alex Ferguson, he snapped on Sky Sports, yelling that he'd "Love it!" if his Newcastle beat Manchester United.
Ferguson had intimated that teams tried harder against his team because they were less popular. Keegan couldn't cope with the threat of Ferguson robbing his potential title victory of its lustre and a hard fought victory over Leeds pushed Keegan over the edge. The interview has gone down in football folklore, and created both Keegan and Ferguson's respective reputations. One the cool, arch manipulator, the other a passionate wild man, out of control and out of his depth.
So it was with some glee that a humble interviewer went to see Keegan following his England side's miserable defeat to Germany in the last international played at the old Wembley stadium in 2000. Keegan created another classic moment, drenched in rain, wearing a bedraggled track suit, he was the picture of misery declaring he wasn't "big enough" for this level. His tactical naivety had been brutally exposed as an outmoded and outplayed England had collapsed to its lowest point since failing to qualify for the 1994 World Cup. It remains a defining image of the fall of English managing.
But the very best post match interviews come when no one is expecting them. Roger Federer is famed for his total control during tennis matches, from a slightly fiery youth to the model of mature calm he dominated tennis with little more than a smile in anger. His dominance was unquestioned until the rise of Rafa Nadal, at first they were equal but in 2008 the power swung to Nadal as he obliterated Federer in straight sets in the French open before taking Federer's Wimbledon crown. By the start of 2009 and the Australian Open it looked like Federer was the lesser man.
After Federer lost again in the final to a dominant Nadal he was on the verge of tears when an interviewer tried the bland question "what are your thoughts on this man?" indicating Nadal. The ice man from Switzerland burst into floods of tears and managed between weeps "Oh God, he's killing me." This was one of the world's greatest sportsmen made into a broken man by the power and energy of his only challenger. But it when the greats reach breaking point they bounce back.
Nadal faltered in the French Open that year, losing to Robin Soderling, so Federer took full advantage. Winning the French for the first time in his career, completing the full set, followed by another Wimbledon title that beat Pete Sampras' record for most Major victories. He had become the greatest tennis player in history by any measure and the memories of his horrible day in Melbourne were banished.
It was the sheer unexpectedness of his breakdown and the honesty of his emotions that made the interview unmissable but it shows the inherent fallacy at the heart of these interviews. The interviewer's skills has little to do with the outcome because the emotion and exhaustion of the moment dominate the interviewee, not the questions. Hence the reason why its the weak link in every sport's coverage who get dispatched to pitchside with a mike and some mobile advertising hoardings.
Most of the time sport stars are too defensive to make genuinely insightful points, too tired to think clearly and too boring to say anything interesting, so the interviews appear almost pre-written. However, just occasionally, the right set of circumstances combine to produce something brilliant.
The very best interviews are always with the losers, just as their bitterness mixes with their misery it creates a potent cocktail for an interviewer willing to press the right buttons. Two fine examples were produced by the famously brittle Kevin Keegan as his two most important managerial roles imploded in front of his eyes. Firstly in 1996, after months of goading from the then plain old Alex Ferguson, he snapped on Sky Sports, yelling that he'd "Love it!" if his Newcastle beat Manchester United.
Ferguson had intimated that teams tried harder against his team because they were less popular. Keegan couldn't cope with the threat of Ferguson robbing his potential title victory of its lustre and a hard fought victory over Leeds pushed Keegan over the edge. The interview has gone down in football folklore, and created both Keegan and Ferguson's respective reputations. One the cool, arch manipulator, the other a passionate wild man, out of control and out of his depth.
So it was with some glee that a humble interviewer went to see Keegan following his England side's miserable defeat to Germany in the last international played at the old Wembley stadium in 2000. Keegan created another classic moment, drenched in rain, wearing a bedraggled track suit, he was the picture of misery declaring he wasn't "big enough" for this level. His tactical naivety had been brutally exposed as an outmoded and outplayed England had collapsed to its lowest point since failing to qualify for the 1994 World Cup. It remains a defining image of the fall of English managing.
But the very best post match interviews come when no one is expecting them. Roger Federer is famed for his total control during tennis matches, from a slightly fiery youth to the model of mature calm he dominated tennis with little more than a smile in anger. His dominance was unquestioned until the rise of Rafa Nadal, at first they were equal but in 2008 the power swung to Nadal as he obliterated Federer in straight sets in the French open before taking Federer's Wimbledon crown. By the start of 2009 and the Australian Open it looked like Federer was the lesser man.
After Federer lost again in the final to a dominant Nadal he was on the verge of tears when an interviewer tried the bland question "what are your thoughts on this man?" indicating Nadal. The ice man from Switzerland burst into floods of tears and managed between weeps "Oh God, he's killing me." This was one of the world's greatest sportsmen made into a broken man by the power and energy of his only challenger. But it when the greats reach breaking point they bounce back.
Nadal faltered in the French Open that year, losing to Robin Soderling, so Federer took full advantage. Winning the French for the first time in his career, completing the full set, followed by another Wimbledon title that beat Pete Sampras' record for most Major victories. He had become the greatest tennis player in history by any measure and the memories of his horrible day in Melbourne were banished.
It was the sheer unexpectedness of his breakdown and the honesty of his emotions that made the interview unmissable but it shows the inherent fallacy at the heart of these interviews. The interviewer's skills has little to do with the outcome because the emotion and exhaustion of the moment dominate the interviewee, not the questions. Hence the reason why its the weak link in every sport's coverage who get dispatched to pitchside with a mike and some mobile advertising hoardings.
Monday, 3 May 2010
The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone
“Hello Sweetie”
River Song is back and much, much more than simply a reverse companion, now she is a very significant event in the Doctor’s future. Both episodes threw all manner of suppositions and questions on their relationship and River’s murky past but most of it seemed complication for complication’s sake. Very little of it drove any character or plot development forward and a lot of it relied on the tired trope of characters deliberately not finishing their sentences. Father Octavian was the worst for his “I can’t tell you what she did, also she killed a man.” I still like the River Song character, and I like her reverse development, but that is enough for me. The incessant need to over complicate good plot devices with forced intrigue and bad writing was a hallmark of this two parter, the second part of which is the first bad episode of this series. I look forward to more of River, but mostly because next time it looks like all will be revealed and we can just enjoy the character and her storyline without schoolboy mystery writing.
“It’s the 51st Century, the Church has moved on.”
Father Octavian and his Clerics was classic Doctor Who, normal, recognised terminology applied to something very alien, very odd, and it worked beautifully. They acted like an army but spoke and justified themselves as a church, not enough weirdness to sustain an episode but certainly enough to add intrigue to a story such as this. It also opens the possibility of them coming back in future episodes where their piety and motivations can be explored more, whether the Doctor will still be on their side when they’re not fighting something as malevolent as the weeping angels. Father Octavian at their head was a well realised military commander in the Doctor Who tradition, unflappable, and courageous but never grasping the situation as clearly as the Doctor.
“Don’t look in the eyes.”
The Angels were simple, they touch you and you jump back in time. Simple. You look at them and they cease to exist, turning into stone. Simple. One of the problems with this episode was the manner in which they gained powers and broke their old rules about once every 10 minutes over the 90 minute running time. They can turn people into Angels, can’t be contained in images, can use dead bodies to communicate, and can now move when in their stone form. Also they do not automatically turn to stone when seen, but when they believe they are being seen, and they seem to define being seen as being lit. Over the course of the second episode the director, Adam Smith, clearly ran out of ideas of how to generate tension with the angels and the set pieces became increasingly poor. The angels got usurped as the main threat in the second episode as everyone ran from the crack, making the threat of the angel army dissipate and waste much of the fantastic setup of the first episode. Surely the way to write a 90 minute two parter is to imagine it as a 90 minute Doctor Who film, and yet in this one the first 45 minutes was spent developing a threat that was then ignored for the second 45 minutes, it was one of the worst structured Doctor Who stories I can remember even if the content was still mostly good.
“It looks like the crack on my bedroom wall Doctor”
So the second part became, in effect, the first part of the end of season finale as the time rift opened and swallowed all before it, clerics, angels, plot, suspense, and character development. The idea of the Doctor battling to escape a crack in time that he could stave off if he sacrificed himself is good, that’s why Father’s Day was such a good episode, the idea of the Doctor battling an angel army is good, that’s why The Time of Angels was an excellent episode. To battle both was to ruin all tension, as the cast quickly became reduced to only those who could not die and the angels ignored the Doctor in fear of the crack. Indeed the angels running from the crack could have become a neat plot idea, if Stephen Moffat had used the Angel Bob much more over the course of part two. Ultimately, both literally in the story, and for the viewer, the threats negated themselves, distracting from each other and weakening the threat of the other. It was a story where too many ideas were used at once, River, Angels, Time cracks, clerics, spaceships, and, finally, laughably, Amy as The Most Important Person in Time. They each in turn struggled and died, starved of oxygen and eliminated from the plot to save time, an episode that needed the harshest of script editor’s rewrites was instead consigned to the first bad episode of this series.
“I need to fix you right now Amy.”
Never a truer word spoken by the Doctor but perhaps not as he meant it. In the last 5 minutes, Amy ceased being a companion, a character or a useful addition to the Tardis, instead she is now a sex crazed plot device, an arc to be resolved, another female character fawning over the Doctor’s approval. Five minutes has rarely done such damage to my enjoyment of a series, not only has Amy become over sexualised for the context of the show but so has Doctor Who for its time slot and audience. But even in a post watershed adult Sci Fi drama the dialogue and sexual hunger would be cringingly bad as Amy attempted to force herself on a bewildered Doctor. If the series can come back from this lowest of low points I will be intensely surprised as it did massive damage not just to Amy’s character but to Moffat’s reputation as the resolution to the RTD era. Now his series arc has eaten its principal characters, now his companion is little more than an avatar for the writer’s repressed sexual envy of time’s greatest adventurer, now his only idea is to throw more and more stuff at the screen in the hope that some of it works. New era Doctor Who has eight episodes to convince me that anything will change.
River Song is back and much, much more than simply a reverse companion, now she is a very significant event in the Doctor’s future. Both episodes threw all manner of suppositions and questions on their relationship and River’s murky past but most of it seemed complication for complication’s sake. Very little of it drove any character or plot development forward and a lot of it relied on the tired trope of characters deliberately not finishing their sentences. Father Octavian was the worst for his “I can’t tell you what she did, also she killed a man.” I still like the River Song character, and I like her reverse development, but that is enough for me. The incessant need to over complicate good plot devices with forced intrigue and bad writing was a hallmark of this two parter, the second part of which is the first bad episode of this series. I look forward to more of River, but mostly because next time it looks like all will be revealed and we can just enjoy the character and her storyline without schoolboy mystery writing.
“It’s the 51st Century, the Church has moved on.”
Father Octavian and his Clerics was classic Doctor Who, normal, recognised terminology applied to something very alien, very odd, and it worked beautifully. They acted like an army but spoke and justified themselves as a church, not enough weirdness to sustain an episode but certainly enough to add intrigue to a story such as this. It also opens the possibility of them coming back in future episodes where their piety and motivations can be explored more, whether the Doctor will still be on their side when they’re not fighting something as malevolent as the weeping angels. Father Octavian at their head was a well realised military commander in the Doctor Who tradition, unflappable, and courageous but never grasping the situation as clearly as the Doctor.
“Don’t look in the eyes.”
The Angels were simple, they touch you and you jump back in time. Simple. You look at them and they cease to exist, turning into stone. Simple. One of the problems with this episode was the manner in which they gained powers and broke their old rules about once every 10 minutes over the 90 minute running time. They can turn people into Angels, can’t be contained in images, can use dead bodies to communicate, and can now move when in their stone form. Also they do not automatically turn to stone when seen, but when they believe they are being seen, and they seem to define being seen as being lit. Over the course of the second episode the director, Adam Smith, clearly ran out of ideas of how to generate tension with the angels and the set pieces became increasingly poor. The angels got usurped as the main threat in the second episode as everyone ran from the crack, making the threat of the angel army dissipate and waste much of the fantastic setup of the first episode. Surely the way to write a 90 minute two parter is to imagine it as a 90 minute Doctor Who film, and yet in this one the first 45 minutes was spent developing a threat that was then ignored for the second 45 minutes, it was one of the worst structured Doctor Who stories I can remember even if the content was still mostly good.
“It looks like the crack on my bedroom wall Doctor”
So the second part became, in effect, the first part of the end of season finale as the time rift opened and swallowed all before it, clerics, angels, plot, suspense, and character development. The idea of the Doctor battling to escape a crack in time that he could stave off if he sacrificed himself is good, that’s why Father’s Day was such a good episode, the idea of the Doctor battling an angel army is good, that’s why The Time of Angels was an excellent episode. To battle both was to ruin all tension, as the cast quickly became reduced to only those who could not die and the angels ignored the Doctor in fear of the crack. Indeed the angels running from the crack could have become a neat plot idea, if Stephen Moffat had used the Angel Bob much more over the course of part two. Ultimately, both literally in the story, and for the viewer, the threats negated themselves, distracting from each other and weakening the threat of the other. It was a story where too many ideas were used at once, River, Angels, Time cracks, clerics, spaceships, and, finally, laughably, Amy as The Most Important Person in Time. They each in turn struggled and died, starved of oxygen and eliminated from the plot to save time, an episode that needed the harshest of script editor’s rewrites was instead consigned to the first bad episode of this series.
“I need to fix you right now Amy.”
Never a truer word spoken by the Doctor but perhaps not as he meant it. In the last 5 minutes, Amy ceased being a companion, a character or a useful addition to the Tardis, instead she is now a sex crazed plot device, an arc to be resolved, another female character fawning over the Doctor’s approval. Five minutes has rarely done such damage to my enjoyment of a series, not only has Amy become over sexualised for the context of the show but so has Doctor Who for its time slot and audience. But even in a post watershed adult Sci Fi drama the dialogue and sexual hunger would be cringingly bad as Amy attempted to force herself on a bewildered Doctor. If the series can come back from this lowest of low points I will be intensely surprised as it did massive damage not just to Amy’s character but to Moffat’s reputation as the resolution to the RTD era. Now his series arc has eaten its principal characters, now his companion is little more than an avatar for the writer’s repressed sexual envy of time’s greatest adventurer, now his only idea is to throw more and more stuff at the screen in the hope that some of it works. New era Doctor Who has eight episodes to convince me that anything will change.
Monday, 12 April 2010
The Beast Below
Stephen Moffat’s second episode of the series owed a large debt to the Russel T Davies style of storytelling and perhaps suffered for it. Here was a world based loosely on ours but with a significant twist, a heavy dose of modern parallel, followed by a choice and a heroic solution that leaves no one hurt. However there was a sharpness and a quality here that was missing from RTD’s usual episodes. The dialogue snapped and there were better laughs, side characters were well developed, the world was better realised than any I can remember from the RTD era.
Starship UK
Modelled on a rundown Seaside resort, the boulevards of Starship UK, covered in bunting and the kind of union jack laden miscellanea eagerly snapped up by modern day tourists, pines for the comforts of old cruelly destroyed in the fires of the sun. Its enforcers, the Winders and Smilers are equally nostalgic. Smilers evoke the amusements that delighted Victorian sun seekers, whilst Winders recall the heights of Tudor England’s terror. Cycles and hand wound devices are the order of the day, adding a delightfully steam punk esque look to the episode. There is much left to be seen of the starship and I imagine it will be revisited, something I look forward to.
Liz Ten
Starship UK’s enigmatic leader is a touch of sillyness at the heart of a serious story about choice and the value of life. The reveal of her character is the height of writer’s wish fulfilment, a black cockney queen, magic. She believes she is a benevolent leader, a saviour for her people, but ultimately she is revealed as the creator of the demonic police state. This reveal is at the heart of the episode and it adds a tremendous weight to her character, and demonstrates Moffat’s penchant for playing with perceptions of time. Liz Ten is a fun character but adds to the sheer ridiculousness of the plot, thus detracting from the drama of the episode. There is clamour for more episodes featuring her, I’m not sure I agree but it is nice to have a three hundred year old queen not played by John Barrowman.
The Voting Booth
By some distance the best sequence of the episode, Amy Pond faces a terrible choice and proves herself unable to see past the myopia of her humanity. The choice is a wonderful invention, an uncomfortable question that probes at your psyche, to forget and continue your life or to protest and end your nation. Amy’s message sets up a beautiful conflict for the episode that is never fully played out but plants a seed of doubt in the Doctor’s mind about how much his new companion can be trusted. She has already chosen humanity over an alien once, and tried to prevent the Doctor from making the same choice. The part of the video that is shown layers intrigue on the plot and opens the reveal up to any number of possible solutions.
The Doctor and Amy
This is, as tradition dictates, the companion’s story. She goes from wonder, to intrigued, to direct conflict with the Doctor. If the first episode hinted, this episode states it, this is damaged companion. She is untrusting, distracted and on the run. Her investigative personality is a natural fit with the Doctor and is shared with nearly all her predecessors but her anti authoritarian streak is a mile wild. She ignores the Doctor’s instructions by not asking Mandy about the Smilers, then Mandy’s by investigating the “hole”, then everyone’s by hitting the abdicate button. By the end the Doctor and Amy are closer, a partnership but there is little Amy reveals that companions haven’t previously. Perhaps this is just the Doctor remembering why he has companions.
The Doctor himself is angrier than before and noticeably more anti-human. Carrying on from his disparaging comments about video phones last episode now the Doctor unleashes his anger at Liz Ten and Amy. It is enough to honestly believe that if the Doctor drops Amy now he may never take another human. What strikes this episode and this doctor out as different is the speed at which he works out what is going on. He knows well beyond his anger bubbles over, and it is the slow burn of his rage that makes it interesting. Also to note is the further sexual development of the Doctor where it is stated even more obviously than previously that he slept with Elizabeth I.
Other notables:
Magpie Electricals, just a throwaway, or a hint at the damage wrought by the cracks in the universe?
The crack in the starship at the end of the episode. Obvious but not overwhelming, this year’s arc.
Best line: The Doctor, “This isn’t going to be big on dignity.”
Starship UK
Modelled on a rundown Seaside resort, the boulevards of Starship UK, covered in bunting and the kind of union jack laden miscellanea eagerly snapped up by modern day tourists, pines for the comforts of old cruelly destroyed in the fires of the sun. Its enforcers, the Winders and Smilers are equally nostalgic. Smilers evoke the amusements that delighted Victorian sun seekers, whilst Winders recall the heights of Tudor England’s terror. Cycles and hand wound devices are the order of the day, adding a delightfully steam punk esque look to the episode. There is much left to be seen of the starship and I imagine it will be revisited, something I look forward to.
Liz Ten
Starship UK’s enigmatic leader is a touch of sillyness at the heart of a serious story about choice and the value of life. The reveal of her character is the height of writer’s wish fulfilment, a black cockney queen, magic. She believes she is a benevolent leader, a saviour for her people, but ultimately she is revealed as the creator of the demonic police state. This reveal is at the heart of the episode and it adds a tremendous weight to her character, and demonstrates Moffat’s penchant for playing with perceptions of time. Liz Ten is a fun character but adds to the sheer ridiculousness of the plot, thus detracting from the drama of the episode. There is clamour for more episodes featuring her, I’m not sure I agree but it is nice to have a three hundred year old queen not played by John Barrowman.
The Voting Booth
By some distance the best sequence of the episode, Amy Pond faces a terrible choice and proves herself unable to see past the myopia of her humanity. The choice is a wonderful invention, an uncomfortable question that probes at your psyche, to forget and continue your life or to protest and end your nation. Amy’s message sets up a beautiful conflict for the episode that is never fully played out but plants a seed of doubt in the Doctor’s mind about how much his new companion can be trusted. She has already chosen humanity over an alien once, and tried to prevent the Doctor from making the same choice. The part of the video that is shown layers intrigue on the plot and opens the reveal up to any number of possible solutions.
The Doctor and Amy
This is, as tradition dictates, the companion’s story. She goes from wonder, to intrigued, to direct conflict with the Doctor. If the first episode hinted, this episode states it, this is damaged companion. She is untrusting, distracted and on the run. Her investigative personality is a natural fit with the Doctor and is shared with nearly all her predecessors but her anti authoritarian streak is a mile wild. She ignores the Doctor’s instructions by not asking Mandy about the Smilers, then Mandy’s by investigating the “hole”, then everyone’s by hitting the abdicate button. By the end the Doctor and Amy are closer, a partnership but there is little Amy reveals that companions haven’t previously. Perhaps this is just the Doctor remembering why he has companions.
The Doctor himself is angrier than before and noticeably more anti-human. Carrying on from his disparaging comments about video phones last episode now the Doctor unleashes his anger at Liz Ten and Amy. It is enough to honestly believe that if the Doctor drops Amy now he may never take another human. What strikes this episode and this doctor out as different is the speed at which he works out what is going on. He knows well beyond his anger bubbles over, and it is the slow burn of his rage that makes it interesting. Also to note is the further sexual development of the Doctor where it is stated even more obviously than previously that he slept with Elizabeth I.
Other notables:
Magpie Electricals, just a throwaway, or a hint at the damage wrought by the cracks in the universe?
The crack in the starship at the end of the episode. Obvious but not overwhelming, this year’s arc.
Best line: The Doctor, “This isn’t going to be big on dignity.”
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Supremely Undemocractic
Obama isn't even halfway through his first term, and his re-election is by no means certain but he is set to appoint his second Supreme Court Justice. Not only that but he will have a remit to appoint the most liberal justice on the bench. Supreme Court Justices shape the ideological framework of the law for decades after their appointment, and decide the fundamental rights of American citizens. This seems a phenomenally large impression for a potential one term President to make on his nation.
Imagine a scenario where Obama fades massively over the course of his term and is embroiled in scandal. Even if he loses every state in the next election his legacy will still affect American politics for years, potentially decades. This is the madness of the American system of law, to have a Supreme Court that are accountable to no one is debatable enough but to have it's appointments dominated by politics is quite another. Unanswerable power coupled with the faux legitimacy that the appointment process brings creates monsters out of judges. They believe they can rule any way they want, whether they get appointed as a conservative and then turn into arch liberals the second they take the vow, or ignoring centuries of legal precedent to determine a ruling only counts once.
Above the law and yet in control of the law, the Supreme Justice is a relic of a time when no one could see past absolutism. The law is not beyond politics, it is the substance of politics, to attempt to separate the two as America have tried is to lie. The Supreme Court is an overtly political body, its rulings have a direct impact on the acts of elected legislatures, by falsely separating them the American system has created a supreme power, beyond accountability but mired in realpolitik.
Imagine a scenario where Obama fades massively over the course of his term and is embroiled in scandal. Even if he loses every state in the next election his legacy will still affect American politics for years, potentially decades. This is the madness of the American system of law, to have a Supreme Court that are accountable to no one is debatable enough but to have it's appointments dominated by politics is quite another. Unanswerable power coupled with the faux legitimacy that the appointment process brings creates monsters out of judges. They believe they can rule any way they want, whether they get appointed as a conservative and then turn into arch liberals the second they take the vow, or ignoring centuries of legal precedent to determine a ruling only counts once.
Above the law and yet in control of the law, the Supreme Justice is a relic of a time when no one could see past absolutism. The law is not beyond politics, it is the substance of politics, to attempt to separate the two as America have tried is to lie. The Supreme Court is an overtly political body, its rulings have a direct impact on the acts of elected legislatures, by falsely separating them the American system has created a supreme power, beyond accountability but mired in realpolitik.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Tulisa Contostavlos, You’re a Moron
It must be near election time, all the usual stories creep out of the wood work, from ill conceived gaffs suddenly blown into national significance to idiot popstars whose barely intelligible views are represented as speaking for their generation. This election Tulisa from N-Dubz has been appointed spokesman for the yoof, which is worrying for two reasons, firstly it means someone, somewhere believes a person that incoherent and that stupid should be a spokesman for anyone, secondly it means someone, somewhere honestly believes that she is representative of the 18-25 year old bracket.
She begins by arguing that Politicians, for here they are a homogenous group of faceless individuals, have done nothing to reach out for her vote. Odd really, given that one of Labour’s election pledges is to offer a job or training to everyone under 25 who has not been in either for more than 6 months. But then poor Tulisa wouldn’t know if that was the case because “Knowing about politics seems to be a bit like learning a foreign language - unfortunately it is one I was never taught.” Yes, lucky I caught those lessons on how to speak and read that tricky English language the politicians use, because without it I’d be quite lost. So firstly its Politicians’ fault for not reaching out to her, but even if they did she wouldn’t understand because apparently English is beyond her, which if you’ve read even a page of the N-Dubz book you’d know is quite possibly true.
But have no fear because Tulisa has some suggestions to fix all these problems. Firstly politicians should flyer outside clubs, because that’s a place where people really want to think about politics, and everyone knows the most read form of literature are flyers. Secondly Tulisa believes there should be some TV programme or website that explains in simple terms how elections work and who the parties are. BY GOD, WHAT GENIUS, its such a brilliantly simple idea that its already done by thousands of sites, including voteforpolicies.org.uk that presents part manifestos in easy to read chunks and lets you judge the parties side by side. Alternatively, why doesn’t Tulisa read the fucking paper she is writing in, I mean it’s the Sun so it’s not exactly hard to read and it does write about politics. It even analyses the Chancellor’s debate on Channel 4, and better yet, its published daily so you can keep up to date all the way until election day. It’s almost like someone, somewhere is making it incredibly easy to keep informed, as if to be truly ignorant of politics actually requires effort. In fact from accusing Tulisa of laziness, as she fears people might, I think she is the perfect example of active apathy. The willingness to push beyond normal ignorance of politics and delve deeper, to actually rid yourself of all willingness to learn. Tulisa has decided to turn how own uselessness into a virtue, now she defends the rights of all morons to remain morons, as if resistance to reading a paper is a good thing. Tulisa is not actually retarded, she hasn’t grown up in a third world country, she’s been taught to read and write, there is only one person to blame for her ignorance, her apathy, and her myopia, herself. Tulisa get over yourself, read a paper, google how an election works, read some Wikipedia pages, whatever, just stop fucking whining.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/columnists/2915566/Tulisa-Kids-who-dont-vote-need-MPs-help-the-most.html
She begins by arguing that Politicians, for here they are a homogenous group of faceless individuals, have done nothing to reach out for her vote. Odd really, given that one of Labour’s election pledges is to offer a job or training to everyone under 25 who has not been in either for more than 6 months. But then poor Tulisa wouldn’t know if that was the case because “Knowing about politics seems to be a bit like learning a foreign language - unfortunately it is one I was never taught.” Yes, lucky I caught those lessons on how to speak and read that tricky English language the politicians use, because without it I’d be quite lost. So firstly its Politicians’ fault for not reaching out to her, but even if they did she wouldn’t understand because apparently English is beyond her, which if you’ve read even a page of the N-Dubz book you’d know is quite possibly true.
But have no fear because Tulisa has some suggestions to fix all these problems. Firstly politicians should flyer outside clubs, because that’s a place where people really want to think about politics, and everyone knows the most read form of literature are flyers. Secondly Tulisa believes there should be some TV programme or website that explains in simple terms how elections work and who the parties are. BY GOD, WHAT GENIUS, its such a brilliantly simple idea that its already done by thousands of sites, including voteforpolicies.org.uk that presents part manifestos in easy to read chunks and lets you judge the parties side by side. Alternatively, why doesn’t Tulisa read the fucking paper she is writing in, I mean it’s the Sun so it’s not exactly hard to read and it does write about politics. It even analyses the Chancellor’s debate on Channel 4, and better yet, its published daily so you can keep up to date all the way until election day. It’s almost like someone, somewhere is making it incredibly easy to keep informed, as if to be truly ignorant of politics actually requires effort. In fact from accusing Tulisa of laziness, as she fears people might, I think she is the perfect example of active apathy. The willingness to push beyond normal ignorance of politics and delve deeper, to actually rid yourself of all willingness to learn. Tulisa has decided to turn how own uselessness into a virtue, now she defends the rights of all morons to remain morons, as if resistance to reading a paper is a good thing. Tulisa is not actually retarded, she hasn’t grown up in a third world country, she’s been taught to read and write, there is only one person to blame for her ignorance, her apathy, and her myopia, herself. Tulisa get over yourself, read a paper, google how an election works, read some Wikipedia pages, whatever, just stop fucking whining.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/columnists/2915566/Tulisa-Kids-who-dont-vote-need-MPs-help-the-most.html
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
A Day That Will Live In Infamy
It’s a momentous day, one that will be remembered for decades, perhaps for all the wrong reasons. It’s the day when Scrabble allowed proper nouns. No longer is it a game of linguistic skill, no longer a way to teach children words and spelling, no longer an excuse to have an oversized vocabulary, now it’s just another hollow reminder of everything that’s wrong with modern life.
To allow proper nouns is a breach of the very ethos of the game, scoring points for lesser used letters, except that they are far more commonly used in proper nouns because of their rarity. Not only that but now any word that can be spelled is potentially allowable if you can name a product, person or place referred to by it. Not only that but Hasbro announced there would be “no hard and fast rule over whether a proper noun was acceptable”, so no more even adjudication by a dictionary then. Instead we have a malaise of incoherent rules and arguments over how many modern misspellings of names are allowable.
Worse still is the revelation that this has come about to encourage younger people to play the game. Frankly younger people can piss off if they can’t be bothered to use real words, what next, fucking text speak?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8604625.stm
To allow proper nouns is a breach of the very ethos of the game, scoring points for lesser used letters, except that they are far more commonly used in proper nouns because of their rarity. Not only that but now any word that can be spelled is potentially allowable if you can name a product, person or place referred to by it. Not only that but Hasbro announced there would be “no hard and fast rule over whether a proper noun was acceptable”, so no more even adjudication by a dictionary then. Instead we have a malaise of incoherent rules and arguments over how many modern misspellings of names are allowable.
Worse still is the revelation that this has come about to encourage younger people to play the game. Frankly younger people can piss off if they can’t be bothered to use real words, what next, fucking text speak?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8604625.stm
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