After about four hours of messing about, finally got the new wireless router properly installed and running. Learned more about IP addresses as I tried, repeatedly, to answer the question “everything says this should work; why does it not work?”
This is not really four hours I had spare, but needs must and all that.
Home smells of feijoas right now.
(Cal and I both forgot completely about Flight of the Conchords on Monday. I’d forgotten how you can do that if you watch a TV show as she is broadcast. Forgetting to watch a TV show you like is a bit retro-cool, I reckon.)
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Back From Melbourne
It was fun. I met several Australians.
But while I was gone the router spat the bolt, and I couldn’t coax a connection out of the cable. So I’m at work. Communications will no doubt be infrequent until this is resolved, which will hopefully be very shortly.
Off to Melbourne
Busy! No change there then.
Stupid-early on Thursday I’m off to the plane station to catch a flight to Melbourne, Oztralia, for the SASP social psychology conference. I’m giving a couple of presentations based on my Masters research. My first time presenting at a conference, so that should be fun.
I’m also reading a lot about Marie Antoinette.
Dave Arneson, RIP
There are two people with their names on the first ever version of Dungeons and Dragons. Just over one year ago, Gary Gygax died. Now Dave Arneson has joined him.
This one won’t earn obituaries in newspapers all over the world. Arneson never had a high profile, but he was the guy who put it together first, who assembled the technology that would become the role-playing game.
The RPG world has lost a swathe of its early creative powerhouses in the last eighteen months. Like them, Arneson will be remembered in the most appropriate way – through play.
Wolverine of Fame
Just in case anyone has forgotten that I am a complete geek: let me tell you about the Wolverine of Fame.
The Wolverine of Fame was a random free comic that I picked up at one of the very first Armageddon events, over ten years ago, when it was just a small gathering of comic geeks in a clubrooms with a couple of overseas comic guests. Because I’ve never been much into getting stuff signed, I didn’t bring anything to get signed, but then I wanted to join in the fun. So I took my free comic, presented it to the guests, and said “how about scribbling all over this?”
So they did. Thus was born the Wolverine of Fame.
Now you, too, can thrill to the graffiti of the comics-famous, for I have scanned in the relevant pages and tagged ’em up. If you click through this link to see them, you are geek like me. Revel in it! The world belongs to us now!
Ahem.
Ian Tomlinson
At the big protests in London against the G20, a man named Ian Tomlinson died. The official story described the man as an innocent bystander dying from a heart attack unrelated to the protest; furthermore, police attempts to help him were hindered by violent protesters.
This sparked a post by lew at kiwipolitico, about anti-police bias in the media coverage of the protests; I commented to agree with him, which I thought was remarkable given my experience at the G8 protests and the way coverage there skewed heavily pro the official line. I had no doubt that many among the police were adding to the violence, but I also didn’t question the official version of Tomlinson’s death and its aftermath.
More fool me.
The Guardian has footage of Tomlinson moments before his death. It shows him walking away from the police with his hands in his pockets, not in the throng of protesters but by himself. A police officer approaches him from behind, batons his legs and then pushes him down. The police stand over him as he talks up at them from where he landed; a protester comes over and helps him up.
There is testimony that he was assaulted by the police a few minutes before this footage as well; I have no reason to doubt it, given the emergence of this confirmatory record.
Duncan Campbell writes well about the situation and how the police have not learned any lessons from the de Menezes shooting.
It makes me second-guess my response to this blog post by George Monbiot. I have huge respect for Monbiot, but this went too far for me: “…there has always been a conflict of interest inherent in policing. The police are supposed to prevent crime and keep the streets safe. But if they are too successful, they do themselves out of a job.” Reading over it, it still strikes me as a rubbish argument that does not hold up at all. But the overall thrust of the piece, that the police are pushed into violent confrontation with protesters by structural necessities, isn’t something I can argue with.
Add into the picture the UK’s new laws against photographing police and you have a deeply unpleasant set-up that is outright dangerous for democracy. There is a real risk that this kind of footage – the only way to counteract the police’s self-serving official stories of this and many other events – will be itself be forbidden.
Here’s part of one of my comments to Lew’s post. This holds up still.
Ultimately though, I point at the the media and police and almost every pundit with a public voice who unerringly frame approaching protests as riots in the making; this framing always goes substantially beyond what is reasonable. Furthermore, it fosters the conditions needed for things to escalate quickly. I think it is incumbent on the media and law enforcement to adopt more responsible policies in their treatment of protest, as they have much more power than the protesters do. (Not that police/media using a fully responsible frame would result in a fully responsible protest; but it would be nice to see such an improvement.)
I have no neat summary of this event. The Met have always been thugs; at the Edinburgh G8 it was widely known that the policing done by Met officers shipped up for the occasion was provocative and dangerous while the local Scottish police were much more reasonable. Its just an unpleasant surprise to see it captured so starkly like this.
Something has got to give.
How To Get Out Of A Recession
The same way you got in, apparently.
Front page of the DomPost today, the nation’s Head Boy John Key talks about how very much he agrees with his finance minister about getting NZ out of recession:
“We have the same strategy and … we are in agreement about what is required,” he said. “The speed you can argue about, but the prescription’s the same.”
That included getting better performance from the government sector, less regulation, a lower tax environment, trade links with the world, and policy reforms, such as to the Resource Management Act.
Hmmm. That prescription sounds suspiciously familiar. Is it, perhaps, exactly the same prescription offered by the Nats consistently for the last decade, regardless of the prevailing economic conditions? And, in fact, isn’t it exactly the same prescription offered by the right everywhere around the world, for every problem? Lily the Pink would be envious of the broad applicability of this particular medicinal compound…
(Edit: of course, I misrepresent the Head Boy’s plan, which has got one new bit in it – a national cycleway! Oh – hang on…)
Hail Daffyd
How good was my weekend? It was so good that seeing Peter Davison live on stage was only the second best part of my Saturday.
For on that day I went to the wedding of the proprietor of this blog David R and his lovely Katy.
David R should be familiar to long-time readers here. Not only is his blog merely a click away at the top of my blogroll, but every year where I don’t forget I mark the occasion of Daffydmas on his birthday. My blogging career began thanks to his proactive move, some years ago, to set it up the blog for me. We have collaborated on numerous nonsensical projects over the years, and the list of projects which we never actually got around to doing is significantly longer. (My favourite un-fulfilled promise: the Pantheon of Plastic, a website hall of fame into which we would snarkily induct those actors who had been immortalised in action-figure form for two or more separate parts. The first inductee would, of course, have been Lorne Green. As the years went past, however, other services rose up to fill this gap.)
In short, he is a gent, and he is also my patron here on additiverich, and now he’s married to an absolutely wonderful woman. Dave and Katy – seeing you guys smooch was way better than seeing Peter Davison and Mark Strickson ham it up on stage. Rocking.
(Also worth noting: David is a hopeless case. The first thing he did after getting the ring on her finger was duck into a corner and announce it on Twitter. LOLZOR!)
Links Frinks
The epic, inspiring journalism of Izzy Stone – what independent journalism looked like in the 50s and 60s. Original publications visible here – pick one at random.
Kiwi cartoonist Toby Morris sketches his life in Amsterdam.
UK mediawatch done smart: MailWatch keeps an eye on the Daily Mail, and The Sun Lies tracks uber-tabloid The Sun.
An incredible tale of a true-life diamond heist.
Dollhouse watchers, get yer analysis from The Exploding Kinetoscope and Capitalism Bad, Tree Pretty. And don’t forget the weird and under-noticed online experience.
Gameheads – check out StoryTron and try to manage the international aftermath of 9/11. Interesting stuff.
Alan Moore’s long-lost Big Numbers #3 turns up in photocopied form!
And finally… Dan Meth’s Pop Cultural Charts
Birthday Wisdom 2K9
Thirty three, he said, its not such a bad age, got a nice sort of rhythm to it, still young enough to swing on a playground swing.
So every year when this day rolls around I ask the patient readers of From The Morgue to give me a small gift – to comment with a quote of some kind.
Last year put it nicely:
It can be a quote from a song or a poem or a movie or a conversation or an advertising brochure or a blog or a speech or a legal opinion or a sports commentary or a magazine article or a comic book or a novel or a motivational poster or the website you have open on the other browser tab.
Give me a quote that means something to you, or a quote that means nothing to you, or a quote that couldn’t mean anything to anybody even if they tried.
Every year, this collection of random bits of the world makes me happy, and I like to be happy on my birthday. C’mon and indulge me.
This is the sixth year I’ve done this! Previous Birthday Wisdoms: 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005, 2004
Also, best wishes to my newest birthday buddy: Arthur son of Chuckles, one year old today!