Monthly Archives: May 2006

Miscellaneous

The pathology of shopping

Cycling down Oxford Street yesterday lunchtime I was depressed, as I always am, by the swarms of people collecting stuff – bags and bags of stuff, that in many cases they can’t possibly need or really want. A beautiful, sunny Saturday and this was the best thing they could think to do with it.

Well not everybody, of course; I’d earlier had a lovely, madly busy session doing handling in the Enlightenment Gallery of the British Museum – barely stopped talking for 2.5 hours.

I particularly enjoy the “gifted kids” – an immediately identifiably category. They are usually with clearly working class parents with limited education, and the parents look with fond bemusement (and a touch of embarrassment) at the child they have produced – one who is interested in ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia, who talks extremely fluently for their age (usually around 10 or so) on such things.

It is partly because it brings back memories. Mum and I probably looked a bit like that when I dragged her around the Chinese exhibition in Sydney at age 11 or so.

As for the shoppers, well it seems there is nothing new about that. A Liverpool gallery has just opened an exhibition about an early 20th-century shopaholic, an intelligent woman given no professional or even social outlet:

The puzzle about the clothes is that not only were many of them unworn, but they were clothes she had little or no occasion to wear. As the wife of a local GP, she had few opportunities to dress up. The Tinnes do not seem to have had a particularly active social life; her husband held surgeries every evening, and they seldom went to parties.

Perhaps, like many middle-class families before the war, the couple dressed for dinner, but their daughter has no recollection of this. ‘I remember my mother in rather uninteresting black things,’ she says. ‘She wasn’t very stylish, and I just can’t imagine her wearing some of those dresses. Her family would have been shocked.’

This is understandable enough in its time and place; but why is it so many are still behaving in similar ways?

Environmental politics

The cash cost/eco-benefit equation

I was only staring at my Ecover shower gel this morning, wondering if the enviro-benefits really justified the fact it is three times as expensive as some own-brand smellier solution. Then I read about its factory and ethos, and decided that it was.

The building that houses the UK’s favourite green cleaning company is made from several tonnes of sustainable wood and recycled bricks. Its crowning glory is a 5,600 square metre green roof; a living, breathing meadow of vegetation.

Where most of us have bricks and mortar, here there are cacti and flowering plants, including a 30cm layer of soil acting as insulation. Once combined with south-facing positioning and a ceiling studded with skylights, it allows the building to run without central heating or air-conditioning, and with little artificial light.

Hey, anyone else making stuff – if you’ve got a factory and ethos like this, I’ll buy your stuff too…

Miscellaneous

Media matters

Can’t help feeling today’s Independent splash falls into the “local man survives ship disaster” Titanic trap: Why global warming is to blame for Britain’s hay fever epidemic.

The pollen from trees and grasses that produces allergic reactions in millions of people is steadily increasing with rising temperatures, according to the UK’s leading pollen specialist. Pollen seasons are lengthening, and the pollen itself is provoking a morepowerful reaction.

Next: high sea-level rises will flatten the break at your favourite surf beach.

And, in the “it was bound to happen some time” category, the BBC goes live to the minicab driver for his views on the Apple court case.

Carnival of Feminists

Carnival of Feminists is rushing up fast…

Only about a day, as I write, until the deadline for nominations for the Carnival of Feminists, which will be on Self Portrait As next Wednesday. So get nominating! At the submission form, or through email: holly AT mclo DOT net .

(Although if you read this late, Holly might consider stretching the deadline a little…)

Friday Femmes Fatales

Friday Femmes Fatales No 56

Ten great posts from 10 new (to me) women bloggers. It is here every Friday (more or less ..)

Starting on the political side, Lisa Goodman writing for On the Face reports on the detention of an Egyptian democracy blogger. And suggests what you can do.

Then a message to all gossips: Jen Gray explains what it feels like when virtual strangers feel empowered to comment on your life.

Turning literary, Cat on Goblin Markt identifies a new genre – mythpunk. Although the term might need to be wrestled from the gamers… Meanwhile on The Ice Floe, the problem is deciding what to wear to a poetry reading.

Generally, it seems to be a week for reflections: Jama on Pilgrimgirl counts her blessings as she answers the question: “Are you living the life you had planned for yourself?” The Caroline on Exponent II reports on the joys of ageing for women, from the perspective of her fifties.

Zephoria on Apophenia reflects on the pitfalls of becoming a media ‘talking head’: “truth can’t prevail in this system and that’s just painful to experience”.

On Laughtear, Amelia concludes that the nature of grad school is “not flying. it’s falling — with style”.

Robyn and friends on R’s Live Journal considers some of the possible pitfalls of martial arts training: “Low-to-mid belt is all about unlearning everything your mom told you about roughhousing.” (And there’s a bit in there about the advantages of female anatomy – good to focus on when it is so often seen the other way.

Finally, for a bit of navel-gazing, K. on Miscellany wonders about all of those soon-aborted blogs, and their links. Which reminds me – getting towards the top of my project list is a thorough clean-out and update of my blogroll. (Anyone know how I can close it up so there isn’t so much space between each line?)

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If you missed last week’s edition, it is here. (If you’d like to see all of them as a list, click on the category “Friday Femmes Fatales” in the righthand sidebar. That will take you to a collection of 560 (and counting) women bloggers.)

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History Science

The thrill of discovery

Reading my latest edition of The Historian a description by William Dampier of his first sight of flamingos caught my attention: They were, he wrote, ‘much like a heron in shape’ though ‘bigger and of a reddish color’ and in such numbers that from a distance they ‘appeared like a brick wall, their feathers being of the colour of new red brick’.. ‘The young ones are, at first, of a light grey.’

It left me musing on how few adults there must be, at least in the western world, who don’t have at least a vague idea of what a flamingo looks like. The thrill of discovery of something truly unknown, truly strange, that we’ve had not even an inkling of before, is denied us.

But perhaps I’m wrong – I read today that an entirely new family of primates has been found.

Scientists originally thought the monkey, named Rungwecebus kipunji after Mount Rungwe in Tanzania, was a type of mangabey from the genus Lophocebus. However, a more detailed genetic analysis of the animal showed its close connection to baboons.

Still – not quite the same thing as coming on that flock of flamingos. Thrilling no doubt to the scientist peering down at the DNA separation gel, but denied still to the rest of us.

Then again, we have moved on in many ways. Dampier concluded his disquisition on the subject of these curious words by noting: “The flesh is lean and black yet very good meat … their tongues have a large knob of fat at the root which is an excellent bit, a dish of flamingos’ tongues being fit for a princes’ table.’