- The Verge takes a trip on a submarine-cable-repair ship
- Vici.org, an “archæological atlas of antiquity” that shows you Græco-Roman history and artefacts in your area
- In Vesuvius Prize news, the vulcanised scrolls have now revealed Plato’s precise burial place
- Ian Ridpath’s Star Tales: “Myths, legends, and history of the constellations”. I did not know there used to be a reindeer constellation around the north pole!
- “Bring back the ‘Renaissance Man’”
- A gallery of n-wheeled vehicles, where 1 ≤ n ≤ 1496
- Simon Tatham’s Portable Puzzle Collection
- Why are so many bodies in Britain found in a decomposed state?
- Kanye fails the quick-time event
A despatch from Consett
Hello. I’ve been to Consett. I thought you might like to hear about it. (Gosh, i’ve missed writing that.)
It’s been a miserable year so far weather-wise, so wind-swept, cold-nipped, and rain-soaked that it took until April for me to look outside and go, ah, not a bad day, let’s go for a jaunt.
The plan was simple: get a bus into Consett and head straight for the nearest hill. A short and sweet saunter through woods and farmland; short compared to some of my previous odysseys from Newcastle to the Wansbeck, sweet compared to the scenery in the more populous parts of the palatinate. (It was not to be.)
We start in the centre of town, a humble lower-middle-class affair whose high street would strike southerners as horrifyingly dilapidated and northerners as above average — nice enough, at least, for the area’s local MP to choose it as his base of operations. Around the corner from the cinema1, the pedestrianised and sensibly named Middle Street plays host to (in decreasing order of classiness) a provider of musical instruments, an independent sweet shop–gift shop–pet shop, a building society, a Greggs, a Superdrug, an animal rescue shelter, a frozen food emporium, a Turkish barber, Ladbrokes, a vape shop, another vape shop which also sells computer parts and repairs your phone (my lawyers say i can’t call it a mob front), and Barry’s Bargain Superstore.
This dumps us onto a crossing onto Parliament Street, where the Galileanically inclined can attend the charming parish church (with “messy church” every month for the tots). I follow it down its procession of historic terraces, in a rather literal sense: Briton Terrace, Saxon Terrace, Norman Terrace, and then to spite me they finish it off with the pattern-breaking Tudor Terrace. I suppose it could have been a later addition, going with Stuart Court across the road, as well as Georgia and Edwardia Courts, two small cul-de-sacs i only noticed on Google Earth after the fact… but that sequence gets thrown off yet again by the road whence those two branch off, Romany Drive, which unless they meant to write “Roman” but hired a dyslexic cartographer has sod all to do with the other streets.
A path bearing at its mouth a welcoming sign (all caps, “no part of this land is dedicated to the public, any use of this land is entirely at the user’s own risk, et cetera, et cetera”) marks a liberating end to our onomastic confusion, funneling us down a sloping green crescent of parkland into a reclaimed steelworks. (It’s always a reclaimed steelworks.)
Finally, we reach the end of the funnel, where the light pours from the sky, the buildings abruptly stop, and any wayward ramblers are left with only a gorgeous view of Durham’s rolling hills stretching out before them. This exact moment, this exact view — this is why i get out. To sit on the edge of a hill, the dull traces of modernity firmly behind you, and see the country not devoid of man’s presence, but shaped by it, over hundreds and thousands of years, from hunting-grounds to cleared forest to farmland to steelworks to grass for grass’s sake, a place where, like the terraces of Parliament Street, you can hear England’s history sing in your veins.
Anyway then there’s a really steep path downhill where i almost slipped and fell like Super Mario going down a slide.
Traipsing down steps i’m not 100% sure were public and over a road made of more pothole than asphalt
i wind up following a burn to the River Derwent. This is where our route’s industrial past makes
itself seen. Every few yards a worn sign pops up warning of a “drainage
ditch”, or a graffiti-blanketed pipe crosses the rain-cleaved dene;
at the very end, a picnic table by a former pump house grants me some respite.
I take stock of myself. My phone’s battery, always surprising me with innovative ways to run out, is in danger of crossing the ten-percent mark. It’s the first nice day of the year, but that also means i’m out of shape and out of practice: i won’t be able to make it all the way.
Equally, i’d be a fool to clamber back up all that. I keep walking. The rushing burn has become a tranquil river, its waters still enough to see your reflection. I think to myself that if you’re going to name a pencil company after a river, this one’s not a bad choice.2
Civilisation creeps back in with the tell-tale sounds of power tools. This is Allensford Holiday Park, a modest gathering of caravans proudly advertising itself as “near the outstanding Northumberland National Park”. (It isn’t.) When i get there it’s thronged by teen schoolboys freshly out, chattering about video games and lining up for ice cream. (Something, something, nature is healing.) Checking Google Maps with what power i have left reveals my worst fear: there’s nowhere to go but up.
The distance is short, but the slope is grueling. I convince my legs to heave themselves up along the side of pavementless roads, ducking into fallow fields and passing places wherever i can find them. It gets worse the further i get. By the first field, i’m a little out of it. By the Catholic boarding school, i’m utterly exhausted. When i climb what i think is the final hill, only for perspective to cruelly show yet more around the corner, i wonder if this is what hell is like. But i make it — sweating and breathless, hydrating myself sip by sip, i make it to the bus stop, and wait. The driver, when he comes, must think i’m a zombie, but i’m glad to be on my way home. Note to self: don’t take that big a break again.
Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume λʹ
- Frank Sinatra covers “Smells Like Teen Spirit”
- Mini rope bridges built in Forest of Dean to help dormice. Accidentally clicked to the main news page from here and broke my months-long streak of refusing to keep up with British politics, but, you know what, totally worth it.
- “Oyler conceives of her own claim to cultural elitism as a series of adolescent signifiers flung on with the pride of a Goth teenager donning her first Hot Topic belt.”
- In “the singularity is here, it’s just not evenly distributed yet” news, here’s a machine-learning-generated song about taking a fat dump and getting paid for it that will stay in your head forever and refuse to leave
- Fifteen years of a road slowly getting torn apart by the San Andreas fault
- Bloomer update: Zoomers are way rich
- Finding human fossils in bathroom tiles
Stuff i watched recently, i forgor edition
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Aniara (2018). I actually watched this one back in February, but forgot to mention it at the time — a Swedish hard(ish) sci-fi tragedy, where a colony ship on its way to Mars gets knocked off course with no fuel left to turn back. This is unrelentingly bleak, sometimes to the point where my brain would shut off and stopped caring, but there’s a lot to like.
I love the idea of the Mima as a character/narrative device/whatever: a living AI that uses people’s memories to bring them back visions of Earth as it was, then gets depressed because too many people are using it and flooding it with memories of the apocalypse. Giving the holodeck a soul? Genius.
Unfortunately it doesn’t so much end as it just fizzles out — i guess you could make a case that that’s on purpose, since that’s how these situations go in the real world, but i found the whole dénouement deeply unsatisfying excepting the veeeery final shots (if you know, you know). 6/10.
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Anatomy of a Fall (2023). Caught this one at the Tyneside, where it happened to be the next film on at the time i got in. This spoke to me not just because of the powerhouse performances from Sandra Hüller, a dog named Messi (how did they get him to do that?), and the fifteen-year-old(!!!) Milo Machado-Graner, who i wish nothing but the best in his future, but because it matches up with events in my life to a frankly concerning autobiographical extent. This would never, ever be in my wheelhouse were it not for random chance, but i teared up thrice over. 10/10, and i’m annoyed i couldn’t make it my best of last year.
Ten seconds after watching… Wait, people online think she killed the husband? Are they fucking stupid? What? It’s obviously an accident. Did we watch the same film? Did the cut they saw not have all those carefully-inserted moments where people almost fall off of ledges or get hit by cars to hammer home that accidents can, in fact, just happen? What?? I — am i just projecting my own experiences here and not wanting to believe that my mum would kill someone? And then if they don’t think she killed the husband, they’re like, oh, well the husband deserved it, he was so awful in that argument, and like, no!!! The mum in the film near enough turns to the camera and says “the worst moments in someone’s life are unfairly cherry-picked as evidence for a trail and do not represent them as a whole”; again, did we watch the same bloody film? Are people stupid? Am i stupid? Is Justine Triet stupid? Am i dying?
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Reservoir Dogs (1992). Mama’s pick for family movie night. Every time i watch a Tarantino film i really get the sense that he’s jacking off to how clever he is writing the script and this is that tendency at its worst. I get why it caught on, i really do, but this is absolutely insufferable from start to finish any time someone who’s not a cop is on screen. I do not care about your thoughts on Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”, Quentin! 3¾/10.
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Monkey Man (2024). I have been hyped as shit for this ever since the first trailer came out. You can tell this is Sexiest Man Alive Dev Patel’s first time in the director’s chair (looooots of shaky-cam close-ups), but it’s damn stylish, and he shows a lot of promise. I can also see why Netflix did not want to touch this with a barge pole given that the plot is essentially “Dev Patel kills the BJP”. (It has some, ah, terroristic overtones that would be a little concerning if it were even 10% less shlocky.)
That aside, i really enjoyed the film, and thought it got better as it went along — early on, i wasn’t super clear on the character motivations at play, but then the most me-bait thing since The Northman happens: Mr Patel’s character has a near-death-experience flashback and wakes up having been rescued by a hijra priest at a secret temple to Ardhanarishvara, a half-male, half-female incarnation of Shiva. Into! my! fucking! veins! 6½/10.
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De dolende god (2018), as seen previously on The Garden. This is pretty much designed to appeal to me specifically, and yeah, it’s really good. It’s sweet, heartfelt, absolutely gorgeous, and of course, extremely European. It’s the odd one out in this list, being a comic book rather than a film — a medium i don’t have much experience with, so it’s hard to give it a numerical rating in the absence of comparisons… but let’s say 8/10.
Ranking the sciences by how evil they are
11. Biologists
I actually think in their heart of hearts all biologists want to be mad scientists. The problem is that they’re really bad at it. You try attaching a chimp’s head to a man — that’s, what, half a casualty? That’s nothing! Even if you put the tinfoil hat on and say, ah, but lab leaks and viruses and whatnot — if we’re going to rank the sciences on their ability to do a pandemic, covid isn’t a particularly good showing when all most people under 90 remember of it is being really bored, sticking uncomfortable Q-tips up their nose, and baking sourdough bread.
They’re in dead last because of all the sciences in this list, biology has the largest negative kill count, having saved billions of lives and thus making themselves known as utterly incompetent at being evil.
10. Astronomers
Like biologists, every astronomer dreams of waking up to an imminent asteroid impact. (This isn’t a particularly secret ambition, either.) They’ve read and written all the sci-fi lit there is, and theoretically have a pretty good grasp on how to destroy the world.
Unfortunately when a mad astronomer says the world will end it carries the same tenor and believability of that snotty-nosed kid on the playground saying his uncle works for Nintendo. A gamma-ray burst will end all life on Earth? When’s that, sweetie? Oh? Two trillion years from now? That’s nice, dear. Ooooh, an asteroid that has a 0.001% chance of passing by the moon? Terrifying.
9. Computer scientists
If they really wanted to, the computer scientists definitely could kill everyone and break all electronics forever. Unfortunately they’d be out of a job if they did that, so i don’t think we have much to worry about.
8. Sociologists
The good news for sociologists is that they are, genuinely, completely fucking insane. The bad news is that they don’t even know how to write a paper with replicable results, let alone take over the world. If they ever figure out how to distinguish a fake article about toxic masculinity in dog parks from a real article about toxic masculinity in dog parks they might move up a bit in the ranks.
7. Linguists
This is actually a statistical error caused by Spiders Noam and should be ignored.
6. Psychologists
Psychologists have really fallen off since the initial publication of the Haber–Haber Scale of Scientific Evil back in 1932. They used to rip monkeys from their families and put them in cages, get people to administer lethal electric shocks, put people in prison for the lulz — now, alas, they seem content to let their perfectly developed evil skillset go to waste and futz around figuring out how to make people subscribe to emails instead. Sad!
5. Chemists
Chemists are great at doing evil. They can make poisons, kill people with radiation, pretend “α-(5,6-Dimethylbenzimidazolyl)cobamidcyanide” is a totally normal thing to say — the list goes on! The main thing bringing them down is that they don’t seem at all interested in doing evil. They know the nega-utils from working at big pharmaceutical companies are going to the economists here, right?
4. Physicists
Ah, physics, the “fuck around and find out” of the sciences, whose practitioners never met a death, destroyer of worlds they didn’t like. Ever since the atom bomb they’ve been a consistent presence in the upper tier, and it’s not hard to see why. Even when they’re not literally killing millions, they’re sticking heads in particle accelerators, developing new and innovative ways to undo the fundamental forces of the universe, and causing chaos among the general population by convincing them their collider would destroy the universe. Their fourth place position says more about the quality of those who ranked ahead of them than any faults of physics specifically.
3. Mathematicians
Mathematicians are barely holding on to their humanity. They haven’t seen the sunlight in days. They think quantum physics is just too soft and people-y. In this lies their danger: the possibility that they might snap.
Take Grigori Perelman, a mild example. He was a prodigy, proving conjectures that had stood unproven for hundreds of years — and then, at the apex of his career, the million-dollar prize… he just stopped. He just left the field, became a hermit, and was never seen again. Mr Perelman’s story is the best-case scenario.
The worst-case scenario? Well — the real reason mathematics is so high is that they have the dubious distinction of being the only field on this list to have spawned an actual terrorist. If it were up to me, i’d keep the mathematicians under 24/7 CCTV surveillance.
2. Economists
Self-explanatory.
1. Geologists
Geologists? What? Surely they’d be at the bottom: all they do is study rocks!
That was my thinking too. But then i thought about it. And thought about it. And uncovered the dark secret of geology. No, they can’t make earthquakes happen on demand, or turn themselves into lava. That’s theory. But what of applied geology?
Applied geology has other names. Chief among them: mining, fracking, and drilling. The geologist plan is a slow burn. They dig, and dig, and dig, guzzling up all the coal and oil they can muster, spewing their flames into the atmosphere. And by the time anyone noticed… it wasn’t their problem anymore. Oh, they say, that’s not us, that’s Nasa, that’s the biologists, that’s the economists, it could never be us humble innocent rock nerds. But they know. They know, deep down, that when the last forest burns itself up, when the last city falls into the sea — the geologists will look over the rubble, and the geologists will be king.
It still confuses me a little why Minecraft doesn’t have a Swahili translation. It can’t be a question of not having the will or number of speakers to do it — they’ve got Yoruba, Hawaiʻian, hell, even Nahuātl. Is it something to do with the prefixes? (Fudging grammatical gender is one thing, but 13 clearly distinct classes is another…)
Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume XXIX
- “Spacebloom: A Field Guide to Cosmic Xflora”. What? Via last roundup’s Complete Review.
- The Bulbdial Clock: a clock that has lights instead of hands
- Went down a bit of a slide rule rabbit hole…
- How the Netherlands feeds the world with the future of technology. Please stand for the national anthem.
- New otter species just dropped
- Richard Eijiro von Coudenhove-Kalergi, the half-Japanese Euro-federalist count who suggested “Ode to Joy” as the continent’s anthem and thought all races and castes would merge in the future into “something like the Ancient Egyptians”
- A self-stabilising robotic tail designed for astronauts in microgravity. OwO?
- One blasted level is all that stands between the Super Mario Maker community and finishing every level ever uploaded before Nintendo shuts down the servers in two weeks.
- Further proof mathematics is evil and fake: Chaitin’s constants, numbers which exist but whose value we can never know.
- The new Porter Robinson track is, of course, a banger.
The greatest impulse purchase in history
Step 1: Go on Wikipedia, as one does.
Step 2: Notice the following item in the “did you know” section.
Did you know… that Fabrizio Dori wants his comic book «Il dio vagabondo» to bring attention to an ancient Greek view of death?
Step 3: (See Figure 1.)
Step 4: Activate dedicated hyperlink-clicking neuron that has evolved after years of online brain poisoning.
Step 5: Oh my god the main character is a satyr who lives in a tent in the suburbs.
Step 6: Oh my god it’s beautifully illustrated. (See Figure 2.)
Step 7: Begin seriously weighing up the possibility of The Greatest Impulse Purchase In History.
Step 8: Ctrl-F “English”. No results.
Step 9: Wallow in non-Italian-speaking misery.
Step 10: Ctrl-F “Dutch” as a last-ditch effort. You have been meaning to brush up on it…
Step 11: Oh my god they did a Dutch translation before an English one.
Step 12: Google “amazon” even though you know the URL.
Step 13: Click onto Amazon and look up the Dutch name of the comic.
Step 14: Find out there is one (1) copy left in stock.
Step 15: Look at the price.
Step 16:
Step 17: Pretend you didn’t.
Step 18: Buy anyway.
Step 19: Notice that they’ve finally gotten rid of that 2003-ass UI in the purchase phase.
Step 20: You have now completed The Greatest Impulse Purchase In History. It will be there in a week.
Stuff i watched recently, Marchuary edition
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Star Trek: The Next Generation, season three. How did i let myself not get around to this earlier‽ This is soft
sci-fi running at peak performance — a crew of hyper-competent and endearing1
people on a starship, sometimes just going on wacky space adventures, other times using science
fiction as a lens through which to view our own world. 10/10. My three favourite episodes so
far:
- “Tin Man”. Our character actor of the week, Harry Groener, plays a member of a mildly telepathic species who has a small problem: he has Space Autism, thus can’t turn said telepathy off. Man, does this episode get it. Every little thing about him is painfully relatable, the ending reduced me to tears, and i would like seven seasons of a buddy cop spinoff show starring him and Data right now, please and thank you.
- “The Survivors”. The third episode in the season, this is the one that made me sit up and go: God damn, that’s good television. Our character of the week, John Anderson, is the man of the house for an elderly couple who are the only ones left after the decimation of their planet. I can’t reveal anything more than that, but he sells it like noöne else could.
- “Deja Q”. This one’s just funny.
- The Revenant (2015). Stepdad’s pick for family movie night. When the credits rolled, i thought it one of the best films i’d ever seen… but a few weeks on, i’m not so sure. The cinematography is epic, and Tom Hardy’s brilliant, no doubt, but i really feel more could have been mined from the premise. Leonardo DiCaprio’s half-Pawnee son in particular is the heart of the film, and the key role through which to interpret the conflict between the three warring groups, but he gets unceremoniously killed off halfway through, for no other reason than to bolster Mr Hardy’s villain cred and, i am left to infer, because the writers had no idea what to do with his character for the rest of the story. Mr DiCaprio himself goes completely overboard and could really take Lawrence Olivier’s advice to heart: “My dear boy, have you tried just acting?” 6½/10.
- True Stories (1986). My pick for family movie night. This sweet and mild-mannered musical comedy is David Byrne’s only director credit, and that’s a damned shame. Most places call it a satire, and i can’t help but think they’re projecting. This is a genuine ode to small-town American life, whatever its pros and whatever its cons, and next time i’m sick, i know exactly what i’ll be putting on. 8/10.2
- The Wicker Man (1973). Figured i’d watch a whimsical musical from the seventies in preparation for the next one on the list. Great vibes, great music, great ending, great showing from the legendary Christopher Lee3, but good heavens, is our main character ever an unsympathetic, bigoted prick. He’s stumbled on a conspiracy to murder, and he just won’t let go of the fact that he saw some NEKKID WIMMEN prancing around a henge! 7/10.
- Wonka (2024). Mama’s pick for family movie night. This is a bad idea for a movie and they should not have made it. That’s fine, though: lots of good films make poor ideas on paper. This isn’t one of them. Timothée Chalamet is terrible! You never once buy him as anything other than Timothée Chalamet in a hat. He’s far too much of a goody two-shoes — not a droplet of the sinister nature of Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp’s4 Wonkæ is anywhere to be found. 3/10.
- An American Werewolf in London (1981). Stepdad’s pick for family movie night. A bit of a throwaway, but there’s some good stuff in here, especially the titular American Werewolf (Who Went Hiking In The North But For Some Reason Is Taken To A Hospital) In London’s zombified friend. 6/10.
- I’m Thinking of Ending Things (2020). Shades of Tenet and Asteroid City here: it’s not Charlie Kaufman at his best, but it is Charlie Kaufman at his most, and he may have finally metatexted too close to the sun. Some really interesting stuff spread out over a turgidly paced first and second acts and a completely nonsensical third. I presume Jesse Plemons’s directions were just “pretend to be Philip Seymour Hoffman”. 5/10.
- Dune Reloaded / Dune 2: Dune Harder / D2NE (2024). Seen in Imax. A titanic achievement that improves upon the often unfeeling first in every way. I take back everything i said about Wonka — Mr Chalamet is magnetic in a way that cements him as the zoomer generation’s first true movie star. Every gushing ten-star review you’ve heard is true. See it now on the biggest screen you can, with bass that shakes the leather in your seat, because you’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t. 9/10, with that final point conditional on the inevitable third part hitting the mark.
Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume XXVIII
- Every Best Picture winner ranked by how good a Muppets version would be
- Well this is fucking insane: real-time machine-learning image generation.1 The singularity is here; it’s just not evenly distributed yet (as the saying goes).
- Motion extraction
- A (perhaps overly credulous) profile of “Project Ceti”, which wants to talk to whales using machine learning
- “I went to a rave with the forty-six-year-old millionaire who claims to have the body of a teenager”
- Selfish reasons to want a larger human population
- I don’t know if this is real — i just follow the links; i don’t make them — but here’s something that claims to be an animation test for a never-announced cancelled Disney movie called King of the Elves.
- The Complete Review, a “literary saloon” of reviews specialising in translated obscura
- Hillman’s Hyperlinked and Searchable Chambers’ Book of Days. I’d quite like to do something like this with Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s The Worst Journey in the World once i get around to finishing it.2
- Movies that have the aesthetic of a sample video file you’d see early Windows computers use to demonstrate their media players
>called Kim Jong II
>not the second Kim Jong
>called Kim Jong Un
>not the first Kim Jong
????
A map of Paganism in England and Wales
I’ve been trying to pick up vector mapmaking, since the raster image editing situation on Linux is so dire — so here’s something.
60% or so of uploads of “Tainted Love” on Youtube have the 👏️👏️ muffled to a damp squib, and it’s always a game of Russian roulette trying to listen to it. A very, very mild game of Russian roulette. Belarusian roulette, maybe.
Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume XXVII
I started watching Star Trek: The Next Generation recently — starting at season three, of course, as i was repeatedly advised — and i’m positively kicking myself for not doing it earlier. This is bloody good television (except Wesley, but i imagine they give up and throw him out the airlock at some point), and only now do i realise how often i have stood on the shoulders of giants without even knowing it…
(Data’s the best character. Obviously. He’s literally me™.)
- Anyway: holy shit, someone won the Vesuvius Challenge! A library of hundreds of ancient scrolls was turned into charcoal by the Pompeii eruption, dug up in the Victorian age, and now, with the advent of machine learning, we can finally find out what’s in them. Glimpses at life? Religious texts? The rest of the Epic Cycle? First up in the pile, it seems, is a newfound treatise on Epicurean philosophy.
- What would actually happen if you took your space helmet off in a vacuum? Geoffrey Landis, a Nasa scientist and sci-fi writer, answers. Spoilers: 2001 was right, you wouldn’t explode, and you could stay alive for around ninety seconds.
- Robert Martiensen, a retired rural Australian maths teacher, created thousands of artworks in secret
- The Hanging Stone is my Betelgeuse. Come on, tip over already…
- It’s kind of sad how short the TV Tropes page on works where “The Future Will Be Better” is.
I’ve been programming a music player and gotten deep in the weeds of metadata formatting — turns out the library i was using only supported reading, not editing — and i just have to say: thank the Gods for UTF-8.