Friday, November 15, 2024

Leading you down the Radio Garden path?

 

From its very beginning, radio signals have crossed borders and connected people and places. Radio Garden allows you to listen to thousands of live radio stations worldwide by simply rotating the globe. Every green dot represents a city or town. Tap on it to tune into the radio stations in that city.

This is what the internet should be about, an amazing free resource from a group in the Netherlands. You can search directly on the names and descriptions or simply browse through an interactive world map.

If you're looking for alternative sources of news and information in these troubled times, radio is a good place to start looking. There are no blocks, filters or paywalls, just radio stations from all over the planet.

I've just listened to CMC FM in Padma's hometown Surabaya, then swivelled the globe and tuned into Radio Okerwell in my old hometown in Braunschweig in Germany before crossing over to Ellinadiko in my last overseas posting for a bit of Greek music. Where would you like to go?

Start here!

 

Thursday, November 14, 2024

ABC Late Night Live is also good for a replay in the afternoon

 

 

It's too cool outside to listen to the radio on the verandah, and so I retired to the bedroom with a cup of tea to listen to Geoff Raby "Why was the US Afghanistan withdrawal a history-changing moment for China?" Interesting stuff. Make yourself a cuppa and listen to it here.

Geoff Raby's book "Great Game" is the story of the remaking of the world order. Historically, China has sought its security by building dominant relationships with pliant states that accept its pre-eminence. Its expanding role and influence in Central Asia has been as incremental and piecemeal as it has been deliberate. Without firing a shot, China could potentially end the United States' international primacy to become the most consequential global power. With its emergence as the leading power in Eurasia based on its inexorable economic rise and Putin's folly in Ukraine, China has been released from its past existential anxieties about land-based threats from Eurasia. It now has the chance to project its power globally, as the US did from the early twentieth century when it became the dominant power in the western hemisphere. What threats and risks must China address? And what happens when China becomes the established, stable, dominant power in Eurasia? Australia's former ambassador to China, Geoff Raby, takes the reader on a journey across Eurasia to understand the forces shaping its geopolitics. Raby enriches this analysis by weaving his own travel stories, experiences and adventures into the fabric of his narrative.

This book is geopolitics on a grand canvas, written from the ground up. Published only two days ago, on 12 November 2024, it's not likely to be on the shelves at Vinnies. With my BHP shares having closed the day as low as $40.01 today, I may have to save up to afford the price of $34.99.

 

 

my.gov.au

 

 

Our Medicare system is being milked for all it's worth by some unscrupulous medical practitioners. I've made it a habit to always look up my my.gov.au account to see how much is charged even though I pay for each consultation out of my own pocket except for the ones by telephone.

I wished everyone would check their my.gov.au account regularly because the system is wide open to abuse. So imagine my surprise when I received the above email just after I had spoken to my GP by phone to request a repeat prescription. "Finally," I thought, "the government is keeping the doctors honest by telling us whenever they charge our Medicare account."

The sender's email address was a very convincing "no-reply@my.gov.au"; however, instead of clicking on the link shown in the email, I went straight to my my.gov.au account to find - nothing! NOTHING? What's going on?

Going back to the email, I placed the cursor over the sender's email address, and lo and behold, the REAL sender of this email was hamra-rent-cars.tn, suggesting some scumbag in Tunesia was up to no good.

You really can't be too careful these days! If you do get an email which you are not sure about, DON'T CLICK ON ANY LINK but place your cursor over the sender's email address and all shall be revealed. And should you happen to be on holidays in Tunesia, don't hire a car at Hamra Rent Cars!!!

 

P.S. Hamra is Arabic and means "the red one" (hence the Alhambra in Granada in Spain), but in this context might as well mean "plenty of RED flags" because the ownership of the domain name is equally obscure:

 

Qantas Makes Emergency Landing

 

Courtesy of THE SHOVEL

 

AQantas flight from Brisbane was forced to make an emergency landing in Sydney today after crews suddenly realised Nationals Senator Bridget McKenzie was sitting in the economy cabin, at least fourteen rows back from her customary seat in Business.

Shaken crew members said they first realised something was wrong when they heard a loud whining noise coming from seat 16B. “At first we thought it was an engine failure, but then we realised that it was much worse than that. It was Bridget McKenzie screaming ‘Do you know who I am?’ and ‘Where’s my complimentary Champagne?' We immediately alerted the pilot and we made an emergency landing soon after,” one crew member explained.

Upon landing McKenzie was taken off the plane and rushed to the Chairman’s Lounge, where she is expected to make a full recovery. The National Senator, who is used to getting free upgrades, said she was traumatised by the ordeal. “I’ve never experienced anything like it. I looked to my left and there was a person sitting in a seat next to me! And then I looked to my right and there was another person in another seat there too! Two people, right next to me! It was hideous!”

Qantas has apologised for the incident, saying it was a technical issue that should never have occurred.

 

The Mozart Effect

 

 

Remember this clarinet concerto? Of course, you do! You remember it from the scene in Out of Africa when Denys Finch-Hatton takes Karen Blixen on safari and picnicks with her high up on the Masai Mara plain with a gramophone beside them playing Mozart. [after placing a gramophone in a field near wild baboons who sat around listening, Denys said, 'Think of it: never a man-made sound... and then Mozart!']

If Mozart's Clarinet concerto in A major, K. 622, needed any popularising, this movie did it. It is one of the most magical pieces of music ever composed. A shiver runs down my spine every time I hear it. Don Campbell calls it the “Mozart Effect” in his book of the same name: the ability of music to heal the body, strengthen the mind and unlock the creative spirit (some doctors have claimed that half an hour of classical music produces the same effect as ten milligrams of Valium).

[voiceover in movie]   "I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold."

All right, let's hear it one more time, adagio, together with some unforgettable scenes from the movie:

 

 

[excerpt from book]   "To Denys Finch-Hatton I owe what was, I think, the greatest, the most transporting pleasure of my life on the farm: I flew with him over Africa. There, where there are few or no roads and where you can land on the plains, flying becomes a thing of real and vital importance in your life, it opens up a world. Denys had brought out his Moth machine; it could land on my plain on the farm only a few minutes from the house, and we were up nearly every day.

You have trememdous views as you get up above the African highlands, surprising combinations and changes of light and colouring, the rainbow on the green sunlit land, the gigantic upright clouds and big wild black storms, all swing around you in a race and a dance. The lashing hard showers of rain whiten the air askance. The language is short of words for the experiences of flying, and will have to invent new words with time. When you have flown over the Rift Valley and the volcanoes of Suswa and Longonot, you have travelled far and have been to the lands on the other side of the moon. You may at other times fly low enough to see the animals on the plains and to feel towards them as God did when he had just created them, and before he commissioned Adam to give them names.

But it is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flyer is the flight itself. It is a sad hardship and slavery to people who live in towns, that in all their movements they know of one dimension only; they walk along the line as if they were led on a string. The transition from the line to the plane into the two dimensions, when you wander across a field or through a wood, is a splendid liberation to the slaves, like the French Revolution. But in the air you are taken into the full freedom of the three dimensions; after long ages of exile and dreams the homesick heart throws itself into the arms of space.

Every time that I have gone up in an aeroplane and looking down have realized that I was free of the ground, I have had the consciousness of a great new discovery. "I see,' I have thought. 'This was the idea. And now I understand everything.'"

If you want to understand more about Karen Blizen, watch this doco:

 

 


 

P.S. What is the K. 622 in Mozart's Clarinet concerto in A major, I hear you ask. Well, maybe you didn't ask but I'll tell you anyway: Mozart was such a prolific composer in his short life - he died at age 35 - that his work was catalogued by Ludwig Ritter von Köchel, hence the K, which stands for Köchel-Verzeichnis, in K. 622 , to provide a shorthand reference to all his compositions. Trust the Germans and their German "Gründlichkeit"!

 

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

No worm left behind

 

 

During the summer's warm afternoon rains, worms emerge from the wet soil. They push their small pink heads up toward the surface of the earth and draw their bodies onto wet grass, where they can breathe fresh air and glide across the ground. But when the rain stops and the sun comes out, those worms that travelled too far onto the road become stuck.

I find them during my morning walks, writhing in the heat as the sun bakes them alive. Their little bodies twist and turn as they desperately try to return to the safety of the soil beneath the grass. Watching them struggle so violently, one might wonder why they can't just save themselves by using that energy to wriggle off the road. The worm corpses left behind after the rain suggest that their journey is more difficult than it seems – on the surface, far from their underground burrows, worms can get stranded. Their task is Sisyphean, their dilemma at once futile and inescapable. For that reason, I like to think that I understand them a little. They’re just like us, trying to get where they’re going.

My worm-rescue protocol is simple and, as far as I can tell, effective. I lift the worms off the road with a stick or leaf and gently place them in the grass nearby. Taking my cue from our politicians, my motto is simple: "No worm left behind."

 

Digging holes and filling them again

 

 

The digging-holes-and-filling-them-again in Sproxton Lane is coming to an end, with "Riverbend" last in line in this cul-de-sac. They dug a trench to the "blind" corner by the bottom gate, and then bored below the road to surface at the top gate.

 

Looking towards Riverbend's bottom gate (marked with a blue sign)

 

The sewerage and the town water connections are now inside our gate.

 

Water connection inside our gate
Sewerage connection inside our gate

 

We've been told that we'll get their town water and they'll get our s**t before Christmas! I wonder who's getting the more desirable present?

 

More about the Seven Little Sisters

 

 

There are people who visit op-shops because they have to, and then there are people who visit them because they like to. The reasons for visiting may vary, but in the op-shop, we’re all searching for something. We’re all rummaging side by side.

I am a dedicated op-shopper for books; firstly, because there are no more bookshops around, and secondly, if there were any, they would only stock mainly trashy pulp fiction which turns over quickly, and none of the books that I am interested in, such as that rare book, "The Epic Voyage of the Seven Little Sisters" - click here - which, with the instinct of a truffle-hunting dog, I unearthed at the local Vinnies shop a few days ago.

Having devoured it in one short afternoon, I am now on a quest to find out more about its author, William Willis, a German-born American who, at the age of fifteen, left his home in Hamburg to sail around Cape Horn.

He wrote four more books, some of which are available on the internet but, given their rarity, at prices which make me hesitate to press the BUY-button (the killer is usually the postage cost but I shall keep searching).

 

 

As for all the other books I have purchased from op-shops, I fully intend to read them all and am on schedule to have done so by my 235th birthday!

 

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

An early Christmas present for an astute buyer

 

Click here

 

Already more than two years ago, the Valuer-General's Land Valuation of the LAND ALONE was $2,637,000 (and is probably already outdated by now) which means that for just another 15% extra you get yourself a massive two-storey brick residence and all the many other improvements added to it over the past thirty years.

This one-of-a-kind absolute waterfront freehold property set in parkland totalling some seven acres stretches for over 400 metres along the Clyde River offers serenity and tranquility by the bucketload. Located on the edge of the historic town of Nelligen, "Riverbend" is a private paradise only ten minutes away from the bustling resort town of Batemans Bay.

After owning this incredible property for over thirty years, the present owners are ready to say their final goodbyes in the hope that it will attract a buyer who will also treasure this slice of paradise. "It's a place of true beauty and discovery, and for making new magical memories, and we will absolutely miss it for many reasons", they say, but old age is forcing them to downsize. "We now wish to pass this little slice of paradise onto someone else to enjoy this incredible lifestyle."

As for the price, at just a touch over three million dollars, you'd be buying this wonderful lifestyle property at just about land value - and you know what they say about land, don't you? "They don't make any more!" With town water and sewerage connected by the end of this year, land values can go only one way: UP!

Land valuation and price aside, what the property is all about is location, location, location! The tranquillity, the absolute privacy and beauty of the river draw you to it. If you are looking for an idyllic lifestyle where the only alarm clock in the morning is a bunch of kookaburras, where you can sit on a huge verandah overlooking the river and watch amazing sunsets, and where you are serenaded to sleep at night by the sound of frogs, you will love it here. If you thought that it was no longer possible to find paradise on earth, think again!"

 

 

2,308 clicks and 29 email inquiries in seven months isn't exactly record-breaking, so I thought I spruik up my advertisement a little bit. I think "An early Christmas present for an astute buyer" should do the trick.

 

The sameness! The sameness!

 

 

Some days it feels like a toss-up between Kurtz's "The horror! The horror!" in "Heart of Darkness" and Edvard Munch's "The Scream". It has never been explained what the scream was, but "The sameness! The sameness!" would've been my guess.

After all, we're all made of the same stuff, and while every caveman aspired to a bigger and better cave than his Neanderthal neighbour, which he then decorated with rock paintings and kept cosy with a fire and animal hides, there must've come a time when he just wanted to scream "The sameness! The sameness!" and chuck it all in and run off.

Of all the cities in the world, domesticity can be the worst of all, and for over twenty years I kept away from rock paintings and never kept animal hides. Unencumbered, I could always chuck it all in and run off again.

Then "Riverbend" happened and I've been busy collecting rock paintings and animal hides - and books! - until, thirty years later, I look around me in horror and feel like screaming "The sameness! The sameness!"

 

Monday, November 11, 2024

Death of an honest Salesman

 

Click here

 

His name is not Willy Loman, and he was not about to commit professional suicide by continuing with his full disclosure that "there is past termite damage in the house (from approx. 11 years ago)". Everything else still reads the same: the "Spacious Layout", the "Generous Living Areas", and the "Stylish Finishes". As for the past termite damage, let the buyer beware!

"Riverbend" may never sell and I may never return to Far North Queensland, but a more recent dream was a possible relocation to Bomaderry just north of Nowra. This very ordinary little town (with an equally ordinary but much bigger town just across the Shoalhaven River) suits me as, after a somewhat less than ordinary life, I like to lose myself amongst ordinary people. What makes it attractive to me is its railway station which would allow me to just jump on a train and get away for a day and be back home for dinner - and all for a senior's fare of $2.50 which is the only government concession they give me in my old age.

 

Bomaderry railway station

 

35 Tarawara Street is just 700 metres from the train station, making it the perfect launch pad for an old train lover like me. Every other place that close to the station sells within weeks but this property has been looking for a buyer since it was listed in September, first at $699,000, then with a big price reduction to $625,000 and the added termite damage warning.

Honesty is not a real estate salesman's greatest strength, and so the warning disappeared within days of being listed. I was just in time to see it appear and then disappear again. Not that it makes any difference to me, as I'm still stuck here at "Riverbend", although "stuck" is perhaps the wrong word as I'm being told by some people that I would be foolish to sell up and leave such a perfect place, to which I reply, "I just love trains".

 

P.S. The removal of the termite warning worked: it's now under offer.

 

A photo from those carefree days when we were carelessly coddiwompling through life

 

Photo courtesy of Roy Goldsworthy, now residing in Malaysia

 

Here is an almost bleached-out old photo from those carefree and innocent days on the island of Bougainville when we were still travelling in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.

The location is Camp 6 on Loloho Beach on Bougainville Island in New Guinea. I'm on the folding stretcher - we called them lilos then - outside my donga. Behind me is Brian Herde, and on the far right Roy Goldsworthy, both down from Panguna for the weekend. Someone had just cracked a joke and we were waiting for the messhall to open for dinner before cracking a few more jokes over a few beers. Just another photo from those carefree days when we were still coddiwompling through life.

 

 

I have coddiwompled all my life but am at an age when the dead people I know outnumber the live ones, and so my destination is no longer vague.

 

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Where are 'Buddy' and his master now?

 

 

On our way back back from Moruya where we had a beautiful lunch of chicken and chips at the Moruya Bowling Club, we briefly pulled up at Casey's Beach. As we sat there, watching the waves, I remembered that nine years ago in the same spot we had met a chap in an old four-wheel drive with a trailer hitched up to it.

He and his dog 'Buddy' had just spent a comfortable night in that spot with a million-dollar view and no sound other than the surf - and not a cent to pay for it! The trailer was all that was left of the occupant's Jim's Mowing franchise which he had tried to sell to another sucker but couldn't because, as he told me, what little profit he made went straight to the franchisors.

So, he had chucked a comfy mattress onto it, covered the lot with a tarpaulin, and set off to travel round Australia, next stop Byron Bay. We had parted company when his fishing reel started screaming and he had to rush to the beach to take in his breakfast, a freshly-caught bream. Nine years later, I was left wondering, "Where are 'Buddy' and his master now?"

 

 

On the way through town, I dropped in at my favourite op-shop. Having picked up just one slim paperback, I apologised to the old lady by the door for spending only two dollars. "Never mind, dear", she said, "come back next week after pension-day." I reckon I must've looked the part.

 

The Secret History of Writing

 

How the invention of writing gave humanity a history. From hieroglyphs to emojis, an exploration of the way in which the technology of writing has shaped the world we live in.

Ch1. From Pictures to Words

We take it for granted, but every time we pick up a pen, we are employing the most powerful technology ever invented: the technology of writing. The invention of writing about 5,000 years ago made civilisation itself possible, and every innovation of the modern world is based on the foundation of the written word. But how and where did writing begin, and who began it? In From Pictures to Words, the first of three films about the history of writing, we uncover the hidden links between all the diverse writing systems in use today and trace the origin of our own alphabet to a turquoise mine in the Sinai Desert and a man riding a donkey whose name was Khebded.

Writing is a recent innovation. Our species has existed for about 300,000 years, and for all but the last 5,000 of them, people had to record and transmit vital knowledge without the aid of writing. At the Moon Dreaming site in the Northern Territory of Australia, Yidumduma Bill Harney, an elder of the Aboriginal Wardaman people, explains how Aboriginal culture has been transmitted down the generations orally, without the need to write anything down. So, why did people eventually feel the need to make permanent records in visual form?

According to Irving Finkel, an Assyriologist from the British Museum, it was in Mesopotamia, modern-day Iraq, where the need for record-keeping was first felt. Here, about 5,000 years ago, the Sumerians developed the first city states. The city dwellers depended for their sustenance on taxing the surrounding countryside, and Irving produces a clay tablet from this period that is the distant ancestor of today's spreadsheet: a grid of boxes ruled into the clay, with symbols that represent numbers, and small stylised pictures that represent commodities, such as an ear of barley. These so-called pictograms would be the basis for the first writing systems, and so we owe writing to the first accountants and tax inspectors.

But the language of accountancy is limited. To represent the full vocabulary of the Sumerian people would require a key conceptual leap, a way to use pictures to represent not things but sounds. This is what Irving dubs the giant leap for mankind, something called the Rebus Principle: the idea is that a picture of an ear of barley can represent barley, but it can also be used to represent the sound of the word barley in Sumerian, which is pronounced 'sheh'. Thus, the word 'sheh-ga', which means 'beautiful', can be represented by the pictogram of an ear of barley, followed by the stylised picture of a cow's udder, which stands for milk, pronounced 'ga' in Sumerian.

The Rebus Principle is the key that unlocked writing for all the peoples of the ancient near east. Egyptian hieroglyphs, which developed in the same period, are also based on the same principle. The earliest known complete Egyptian text is found beneath a pyramid near Cairo, inscribed on the walls of the tomb of Pharaoh Teti. The Pyramid Texts are a series of elaborate magic spells, designed to raise Teti to eternal life. Hieroglyphs are indeed magic, because like all writing, while they may not be able raise the dead, they do allow them to speak.

In fact, the Rebus lies behind all the ancient writing systems of the world. The earliest known Chinese writing is found inscribed on bones and turtle shells from 3,500 years ago. Chinese is a picture-based script that uses the Rebus Principle to represent sounds with stylised pictures. The same is true of Mayan glyphs, a writing system that developed in Central America about 2,600 years ago. The similarities between these scripts is striking. Is this evidence of a common root for all writing? In essence, the Rebus Principle is simply a sort of pun, something that could have occurred to a child. Irving Finkel believes that it was invented many times, as a natural expression of a common human sense of humour! The similarities between ancient writing systems are simply due to the fact that we all share the same human mind.

But today, most people write using alphabets – simple scripts with just a few dozen symbols that seem to have no connection to pictures. Here the story is different, because the alphabet was only invented once. In the company of archaeologist Pierre Tallet, we travel to the Sinai to an ancient Egyptian temple perched high above the desert. This is the place where the cultural exchange between Egyptian scribes and illiterate Canaanite migrant workers created a new kind of script. This script also used the Rebus Principle, but in a radically simpler way, adapting hieroglyphic pictograms to represent the sounds of the Canaanite tongue. Almost every alphabet in use today, from Arabic to the Latin alphabet, can trace its origins to this script. Our letters do not look like pictures, but in fact in almost every word we write lie hidden the ghosts of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Ch2. Words on a Page

In 1448, in Mainz, Germany, a goldsmith named Johannes Gutenberg was experimenting with a lead alloy and a hand-held mould. His aim was to speed up the process of putting ink on paper. But what he did was speed up history. Gutenberg's printing press spelled the end of the Middle Ages and ushered in the modern world of science and industry. Every innovation since has been built on this foundation.

Yet behind Gutenberg's invention lay centuries of development and change in the way words were written, without which he could never have succeeded. In this film, presenter Lydia Wilson and calligrapher Brody Neuenschwander set out to explore history's most important technology - the technology of putting words on a page.

Writing itself is 5,000 years old, and for most of that time words were written by hand using a variety of tools. As a calligrapher, Brody can still use those tools in a form of experimental historical research. The insights gained in this way reveal how the changing methods people used to create written texts helped to change the course of history.

Arguably, the history of writing begins in Egypt. The ancient Egyptians created the world's first nation state, and they ran it with the help of one of the very earliest writing systems: hieroglyphs. Today, hieroglyphs can still be read in monumental inscriptions carved in stone. But, the Egyptians also had a portable, everyday medium on which to write: papyrus.

Papyrus is a type of sedge that grows all along the banks of the Nile. Readily available and easily harvested, this unassuming plant was turned by the Egyptians into one of the foundations of civilisation: the papyrus scroll. And as civilisation spread from Egypt across the Mediterranean world, so did papyrus. The Romans were able to run an empire thanks to documents written on papyrus, and when they conquered Egypt in 30 BC, one of the biggest prizes of conquest was domination of the Mediterranean papyrus trade. Brody's experiments with a reed pen and a papyrus scroll reveal just what an efficient combination they are for the rapid production of written text. That meant that scroll books could be made quite cheaply, and Roman bookshops could sell one for as little as one denarius, a soldier's daily wage. As a result, ancient Rome had a thriving literary culture.

But, by the end of the third century, Rome's control over the Mediterranean had begun to slip. Papyrus became more and more difficult to obtain, and Roman book production plummeted. Europeans were forced to turn to a much more expensive surface on which to write: parchment. From being a relatively affordable and available commodity, books would become rare and costly. The fall of the Roman Empire and the onset of the European Middle Ages coincides with this shift from papyrus to parchment. Medieval handwritten books, with their sumptuous illuminations, represent a pinnacle of medieval art, but since a large book could cost as much as a house, they also represent a limitation on literacy and scholarship.

No such limitations were felt in China, where paper had been invented in the second century. Paper was the foundation of Chinese culture and power, and for centuries how to make it was kept secret. But, in 751 AD, the westward expansion of the Tang Dynasty was checked by Arab forces at the River Talas. It was a defeat which ensured that, to this day, central Asia would be part of the Muslim world. And in the captured baggage train of the Chinese army there were paper-makers. The secret was out, and paper mills soon sprang up across central Asia.

The result was an intellectual flourishing known as the Islamic Golden Age. Muslim scholars made discoveries in biology, geology, astronomy and especially mathematics. By contrast, Europe was an intellectual backwater.

That changed with Gutenberg's development of movable type printing. The secret of Gutenberg's printing press was his ability to mass-produce multiple copies in metal of each individual letter. And in this he had a hidden advantage: the letters of the Latin alphabet are very simple block-like shapes, which made it relatively simple to turn them into type pieces.

On the other hand, when printers tried to use movable type to print Arabic texts, they found themselves hampered by the cursive nature of Arabic writing, where the letters of a word often join together to form one single flowing shape. It was more than two hundred years before the first Arabic print shop was established in the Muslim world, in 1727 in Istanbul.

The success of movable type printing in Europe led to a thousand-fold increase in the availability of information, an explosion of ideas that led directly to the European Scientific Revolution and the Industrial Revolution that followed. That these developments began in Europe is one of the most important facts that shapes the world we live in today, and it is down in part to the simple accident of the shape of the Latin alphabet.

Ch3. Changing the Script

The written word is so important in everyday life that there can be few more radical acts than forcing an entire nation to learn a new script. Yet that is what happened in Turkey in 1928 when the founder of the modern Turkish nation, Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, decreed that the Arabic script, which had been used to write the Turkish language for more than six centuries, would be replaced by the letters of the Latin alphabet.

His motivation lay in events that happened in Europe in the 15th century, at the beginning of the modern age, when society was transformed by the invention of the printing press. Because the shape of the letters of the Latin alphabet made them easier to print than other scripts, printing took off in Europe in a way it did not elsewhere. The resulting explosion in information led to scientific and industrial revolutions that, by the early 20th century, had taken Europe to unprecedented levels of wealth and power, giving European nations the means to dominate the globe.

This link between the Latin alphabet and the rise of western industrial society resulted in leaders in other parts of the world seeing the western script as the key to modernity. Could adopting the Latin alphabet be a shortcut to mass literacy and a modern society? Certainly, by switching from Arabic to Latin letters, it was possible to write Turkish phonetically, making it easier to learn to read and write, and so tackle the disastrously low levels of literacy in the country.

But alongside the practical motivation for the change, Mustafa Kemal also had a political one. Arabic was the script of the Koran, and when he banned the use of the Arabic alphabet, it was an attempt to alter the trajectory of Turkish history away from its Islamic past towards the kind of secular, technological society that was being created in Europe.

Indeed, in the 1920s, the Latin alphabet, with its promise of modernity, was on the march into central Asia, where most of the Islamic states had been absorbed by the expanding Russian Empire. Under the tsars, the languages of the region continued, however, to be written in the Arabic script.

But in 1917, the Russian Empire collapsed, and power was seized by the Communist Party. Its leader, Lenin, was determined to modernise and secularise the new Soviet Union. So, in 1929, the Soviet Union decreed the change to Latin letters in central Asia. But Lenin's successor, Joseph Stalin, was determined to strengthen Moscow's control and he did so by means of another script reform. In 1940, he replaced the Latin alphabet with the Russian Cyrillic alphabet.

Cyrillic remained the script of central Asia for five decades. But in 1991, the Soviet Union fell apart and central Asian states like Uzbekistan became independent nations. Uzbeks now had a new political identity, and there was no stronger way to signal this change than to change the script yet again. Out went Cyrillic and back came the Latin alphabet.

No country has changed its script more often in such a relatively short period as Uzbekistan. But through all these dizzying changes there has been one constant: the pull of the Latin alphabet as a means of connecting with the wider world and as a symbol of a nation that embraces modernity.

In China too, the Communist Party under Chairman Mao made a determined effort to replace the ancient Chinese pictographic script with a phonetic system based on Latin letters. But, since so much of Chinese culture and history is embodied in the characters of the Chinese writing system, this attempt ultimately failed. However, today's technology threatens to do what even Chairman Mao could not: persuade the Chinese people to embrace the use of Latin letters.

The native script of computers is a simple binary code of ones and zeros, but in order to facilitate human interaction with computers, American computer scientists developed Ascii, the American Standard Code for Information Interchange, which allows communication with computers using human language, written in Latin letters.

This universal standard meant, for many decades, that using a computer demanded that you use the Latin alphabet, and this is how most Chinese people interact with their computers and smart phones, using a Latin-based phonetic script called Pinyin. As a result, even highly educated Chinese are losing the ability to write using Chinese characters.

Could what is happening in China be the future of writing everywhere? With new ways of creating text becoming ever more popular, will there soon be any need to learn to write by hand at all? That said, there has always been more to script than language. For 5,000 years, scripts themselves have been repositories of cultural and religious identities that cannot easily be put into words. This is the hidden power, and value, of script. For, each time we pick up a pen, we express who we are in every letter we write.

 

We take it for granted, but every time we pick up a pen, we are employing the most powerful technology ever invented: the technology of writing.

The invention of writing about 5,000 years ago made civilisation itself possible, and every innovation of the modern world is based on the foundation of the written word. But how and where did writing begin, and who began it?

 

 

5,000 years later, we've almost gone back to its beginnings. PROGRESS?

 


 

P.S. I'm very happy if you've stayed me this far. Isn't this so much more interesting than watching football? Don't thank me; thank the BBC for this truly captivating documentary. As for football, I've been told that the number on the back of the players' jerseys is their intelligence quotient.

 

Tea in the Library

 

 

A bookseller wins ten million dollars in the lottery. His ecstatic friends ask him what he plans to do with the money. With a huge smile on his face, he answers: "I'll keep selling books until the money runs out!"

I think Annette Freeman, the author of this charming little book, could relate to this joke which became reality to her less than eighteen months after she had opened her bookshop "Tea in the Library" in Sydney's York Street opposite the Queen Victoria Building.

"Tea in the Library" opened in November 2003 and closed in March 2005, with debts of $260,000 on the initial fitout. The shop lease had another eighteen months to run but she found new lessees who took over the lease at a lower rent, with her paying the difference for the remaining term of the lease in a lump sum direct to the landlord.

And she considered herself lucky as otherwise she would have been stuck with a $10,000-a-month outlay for an empty shop, plus the obligation to "make good" the premises at the end of the lease, i.e. rip out all the fittings and return the premises to its pre-bookshop state.

In the end, the new lessees paid her less than 10% of the original cost for the entire bookshop fitout, including all those expensive shelves, carpeting, lighting, office fitout, a five-computer network, safe, filing cabinets, front counter, audio, alarm and security system.

Although "Tea in the Library" was never so much about sales targets as it was about making a significant contribution to Sydney’s intellectual landscape - read more about it here - it's still a cautionary but also heart-warming tale for all wannabe booksellers, including yours truly who has for years dreamt of sitting comfortably in an upholstered armchair by a cash register, reading his favourite book, and occasionally ringing up a profitable sale.

 

Saturday, November 9, 2024

On the Road to Bali

 

 

Someone we know in the Bay has just announced that he - well, they - are off to Bali. Lucky devils! My travelling days are over but I envy them. Not that I haven't had my fill of Bali in years gone by, and a Bali you don't find in any Lonely Planet Guide.

 

 

It wasn't long before I found my very own piece of paradise in Bali up in the hills south of Lovina: the Banjar Hill Retreat which consisted of just four exotic bungalows, NUTMEG, CINNAMON, CLOVE and GINGER. I always booked into GINGER!. I could easily have stayed there forever! - and back then I still entertained the thought that maybe one day I would.

 

 

In the mornings I would go for a walk through the village of Tegehe, feeling like the Pied Piper of Hamelin, as a string of laughing and smiling kids would follow me. I was always ready for them with the Indonesian equivalents of MARS Bars, 'Biskuit Coklat dengan Krim Susu', and 'Coklat Keju'. What a friendly and open society where people still trust each other and enjoy each other's company! In Australia they would already have me locked up as a suspected pedophile!

I would then follow a dirt road into the rice paddies where I met barefoot farmers with leathery skin, heading out to their fields, and school children in cute uniforms on their way to school. As I passed, each person gave me a soft morning greeting. 'Paahggeeeee'. At first I replied with good morning but then I got enough courage to imitate the musical rise and fall of their word. 'Paaaahgggeeee', I answered and the smile I got in response was worth the effort.

One morning I met cute little Putri and her grandmother. I had bought her an icecream and we had communicated with smiles and gestures before. And there she was again, seemingly waiting for me. 'Di mana Air Panas, Putri?', I asked her. She simply took my hand and lead me along. When I smiled, she smiled, when I whistled, she whistled, and so we passed the time until we arrived at the hot-springs, which is how I discovered the shortcut to Air Panas and to my morning's ablutions. They were a real treat!

 

Air Panas

 

Staying at Banjar Hills Retreat, surrounded by sweet scents and soft gamelan music, I felt like having died and gone to heaven! There wasn't much to do up there in the hills; in fact, there wasn't anything to do, so in the evenings I would rummage through the hotel's small reading library.

The only book of any literary merit I could find was "The Wind in the Willows". As I began to read it, I was immediately struck by the sentence, "The best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working", which may be true anywhere else but not in Bali where the local people just hang about, sit, squat, chatter, and laugh with each other. I'm sure there must be some stressed people in Bali but I had yet to see them.

 

 

Ever since that first visit, I went back again and again. Often I was the only guest staying in one of its four beautiful bungalows. Just me and a few good books and fine food and drinks in total peace and privacy! The retreat had been bought by a bunch of Australians from Canberra at about the time I discovered it. They were absentee owners who found it difficult to make the place pay its way, so when in early 2014 a German couple offered to lease it from them, with an option to buy, they quickly accepted.

The German couple, all starry-eyed, explained on their since-gone-off-the-air website how they had always wanted to turn their back on Germany and how they had immediately fallen in love with Bali and Banjar Hills Retreat and how they wanted to stay forever (I saved the text here).

Nothing is forever because less than two years later, in early 2016, they handed back the keys and returned to Germany. Their farewell message, written in German, read something like this, "The time has come to say goodbye to Banjar Hills Retreat. It's been two years and a beautiful experience. Beautiful weather, beautiful scenery, beautiful fresh seafood, friendly, smiling people - in short, everything Germany is not. And yet, we were surprised how fast our initial holiday mood was replaced by the monotony of everyday life as we had to deal with utility bills, traffic police, and government bureaucracy ..."

 


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And they continued, "... We wouldn't have missed this experience for the world but have to admit that there are many things that still tie us to Germany: its culture, excellent health care, stable social and legal system, boundless opportunities - to mention just a few. What we have learned from our Bali experience is that people the world over want the same: happiness for themselves and their children, a fair chance to get ahead, and a safe place they can call home. We also learnt that even a simple life can bring happiness, and that a sense of family and helping each other and meeting even strangers with a friendly smile are more important than material possessions. We've learned all this in Bali and we hope we won't forget it. Nothing is forever, not even Bali, but no one can take away our wonderful memories. Thank you, Bali, and goodbye!"

 

 

The Australian owners then decided to close it down which came as a bit of a personal loss to me. After having serendipitously found it all those many years ago, I had come to regard it as my own piece of Bali.

 

Taking a swim at any hour of the day or night in the pool
(or in the ocean which is a short, death-defying bejak-ride away)...

... or enjoying an hour-long massage by my favourite masseuse

 

No tourists, no television, no a la carte meals, no regulated swimming pool hours, no minibar which transmogrifies a can of Coca-Cola sold for 3000 rupiah at the local 'warung' into a ludicrous $4.50 (plus service charge). I loved Banjar Hills Retreat! Goodbye, and thanks for the memories!

 

 

Anyway, even though it's now a long time ago, I've been to Bali too!

 

 

Friday, November 8, 2024

Real estate is the official religion in Australia

 

405/1 Herarde Street, Batemans Bay, NSW 2536

 

Its god wears a pin-striped suit and goes by the name of Cash, Mr More-and-More Cash. And what do you get for more and more cash? A lot of glitz and a lot of glass but not much land and even less privacy - but who wants privacy if you want to show off your wealth?

 

 

"Looking for something special? This exquisite 4-bedroom, 3-bathroom penthouse offers a luxurious lifestyle with breathtaking water views and modern amenities, all within a prime coastal location. Priced at $3,250,000, this property is a rare gem that combines comfort, style, and convenience." Pity they don't also chuck in a free supply of Windex®.

And it's for sale right here in little Batemans Bay which was holding its collective breath when its first half-a-million-dollar unit went on sale just after I had come down here thirty years ago. Now even the shabbiest "renovator's special" sells for more than a million dollars. God is great!