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“Psychic Parrot”: Now a Norwegian Blue….

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Back in January, the BBC released a disturbingly credulous news report on N’kisi, a parrot that not only had an alleged vocabulary of 950 words, but also exhibited telepathic talents.
Well, both the language experts and the sceptics were soon debunking it. Now, according to Language Log, the BBC has quietly retracted the original story:

But now, as Neil Golightly informs me, the original BBC story link ………… which used to point to the story about N’kisi by Alex Kirby, “BBC News Online environment correspondent”, datelined 1/26/2007, under the headline “Parrot’s oratory stuns scientists”, — now points to an entirely different story, “Animal world’s communication kings”, by Rebecca Morelle, “Science reporter, BBC News”, datelined 5/1/2007.
At the bottom of this new story, there is a little note:
Note: This story about animal communication has replaced an earlier one on this page which contained factual inaccuracies we were unable to correct. As a result, the original story is no longer in our archive.

In other words, when all of the “factual inaccuracies” were removed, there was no story left!

Advice to the Home Secretary….

I know you’ve had a very difficult weekend, but please, before you make another appearance in front of the cameras – do something about the bags under your eyes! There are creams for that, and really, it doesn’t do any good for the country’s morale if you look like you’ve not slept for 48 hours – even if you really haven’t slept for 48 hours.
And try not to look so terrified! Again, you probably are secretly terrified, but it’s a matter of keeping up morale. Being a successful and inspiring leader is as much about acting the part as actually doing it (look at Ronald Reagan).
Being in New Labour, you’ve undoubtedly got lots of luvvie actor friends who can give you loads of tips on how to act like you’re on top of the situation. Go and talk to them now!

The Execution Channel

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Cover of Ken MacLeod's The Execution Channel

The Execution Channel by Ken MacLeod
It’s strange how a book you’re reading can fit into the moment. I’d already read several of Ken MacLeod‘s books and was impressed enough to grab this one straight away from the library shelf.
It’s set in a Britain of the near future, when terrorism has spread widely and bombings are almost an everyday occurance in the west and state surveillance, both covert and overt, has increased dramatically. The story starts with an (apparent) nuke explosion at the US air base at Leuchars. Roisin Travers and her companions at the peace camp outside know that it was not a terrorist bombing – and they have photos of the mysterious object that appeared to be the cause of the blast. More bombings and atrocities rapidly follow, Roisin is forced on the run; her father James Travis has to use all his resources as an IT expert and spy to help her, and expose the conspiracy. But things are far more complicated than they look, and Travis himself ends up being hunted as well.
Macleod draws a vividly terrifying picture of Britain turning into a fascist state, with espionage and counter-espionage muddying the waters and feeding disinformation and black propaganda to the people. There isn’t much science-fiction involved at all in this part of the story – the author merely had to extend existing trends just a little. He does this so well that I actually had to put the book down on a couple of occasions, switch on the TV and remind myself that it hasn’t happened. Yet. (This was the day before the London carbombs were discovered, so my relief didn’t last long.)
There were a couple of things that spoiled it just a little for me. About halfway through, when he’s drawn a detailed and believable picture of a Britain fully involved in the US-led “War On Terrorism”, he reveals that this is in fact an alternative history where Bush lost the 2000 election to Gore. There doesn’t, however, seem to be much point in this. In this universe, the atrocities of 9/11 and 7/7 still happened (though with different details); Gore turned out to be as much of a liability as Bush; the Irag and Afghanistan debacles still happened. There’s a nice little in-joke when we learn that in this alternative universe, it’s the nutjub conspiracy theorists who believe that the towers were bought down by hijacked planes instead of explosives on 9/11. But I do wonder why he bothered, except to make a political point about all US presidents being as bad as each other.
The other disappointment was the way science-fiction element of the story was handled. We got very little of it until the end, when it was shoved in like a deus ex machina, to wrap the story up; that felt very clumsy. And there was just the faintest feeling that this is going to be the start of another space-faring series. ala the The Fall Revolution” books.

In spite of the caveats above, I liked this book. MacLeod is not afraid of mixing politics – socialist politics at that! – into SF, and his focus on Scotland is welcome in a British literary world that seems to be centred on SE England. And the depiction here of what sort of society the emphasis the current “War On Terror” will almost inevitably lead to is something that we should all take notice of.

Worst Website of the Week

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A couple of years ago, I had a Worst Website of the Week category, wherein I would expose shoddily-designed sites to deserved scorn. I decided to end it after one site-owner showed his displeasure by inviting all of his nicely-spoken, literate young friends on a forum to email me with their opinions of me; my health will no longer put up with that kind of stress.
However, somebody else has taken on the challenge. So, courtesy of Rev2.org, I hereby bring you this delight. WARNING: Seriously, do not click on this link if you are epileptic. Seriously – read the Rev2.org link instead.
And if you’re looking at it in Firefox, check out the Firefox security bar!

Advance Warning…

I regularly take part in a number of online consumer surveys (the pay isn’t much – generally 50p or £1 a time, but every little helps).
Usually, they want to know how I feel about the various brands of tomato ketchup or mobile phones, or which supermarkets I shop in. The one I’m doing now is a little different, and I think rather alarming.
It’s about banking and current accounts. And nearly all the questions so far are asking my reactions to the introduction of various fees and payments for running a current account. For instance, a transaction fee of 25p, a “monthly account management fee” of £25, a £5 charge for non-branch ATM withdrawals and so on; plus lots of stuff about various fee packages – an unauthorised payment fee of £15 per item along with no cheque fees, for ex. I’ve not finished it, but so far there’s been nothing about how I feel about paying anything at all for running an in-credit current account.
I think i’m being asked to approve the end of free banking.

Midsummer…..

….and the wet weather seems to be easing off. It certainly spoiled any plans for observing the Solstice – we’ve had cloudy skies since forever, and last night was the first time I’d seen the moon in about three weeks.
Carol had said something about getting a bonfire started to celebrate the Solstice; but when I went around at 9pm, there was no fire and nobody sitting out. There was the sound of enthusiastic drumming from her house, so I didn’t stay. I’ve nothing against drumming, but I don’t especially like listening to it and don’t have enough sense of rhythm to join in. I’ve tried just sitting in on drumming sessions and getting into it, but I’ve always ended up feeling like a nun at an orgy.
So I didn’t hang around. Just sat at the bonfire patch for a minute or so and greeted a Cat. There are four of them here; they all have names, of course, but I can never remember which is which. So I call them all Cat; they don’t seem to mind.
I often try to greet them with a “Hallo, nice to see you” in Cat language, and they seem to appreciate that. It’s one of only two Cat phrases that I’m confident of – the other is the one that says “Gerroff my patch!!!”. (Although I’m working on a third, the one that says “No, I’m not giving you a feed, you fat slob; go out and catch your own meals like you’re bloody supposed to!”)
Anyway, I was determined to do something for the occasion, so I decided to get to bed early and get up to watch the sunrise. Surprise, surprise, I overslept; the day was well dawned before I woke up. And anyway, it was still clouded over and bed was too warm and cosy.

Things….

Finally got this machine sorted. I kept reinstalling and getting reinfected – kept removing the trojans responsible with various tools, but failed – took a look at the instructions for completely removing trojans and decided instead to download an up to date version of XP, one with all the security bells and whistles. Did yet another reformat, installed the new XP. No trouble since!

So, apart from computer-related drama, what’s been happening chez Val? Not a lot. There’s a potential situation developing elsewhere within my circle – I can’t say anything about it here, but it looks like it could turn nasty and very public. I don’t want to be involved at all, but I’m unwillingly on the periphery. So I’m staying as neutral as I can.

And the swallows that have been nesting in our garage flew today! Yay – we can now go in and out of it without worrying about disturbing the little darlings. All that remains is to clean up the mess of droppings that they left.

omigod!!!!!111!!

Panic now!!: The Terrible Truth About Wi-Fi

Meanwhile, Julia Stephenson has replied to Ben Goldacre’s criticism of her laughably unscientific (“Any imbalance in our electromagnetic field creates a disturbance in cell structure and function, which can lead to illness in sensitive individuals”) article on electrosensitivity:

At one time scientists assured us the earth was flat and that mercury, asbestos, the atomic bomb and cigarettes were harmless. Today many assure us that GM crops, mobile phones and pesticides are safe. Yet history must surely advise caution before we rush headlong to embrace all that technology has to offer.

She has yet to address any of the criticisms raised on the Independent’s letters page; this particular letter deserves double points for mentioning another popular urban myth:

Sir: It is telling that reports on the negative effect of cellphone masts and wireless internet are mostly confined to Britain. It leads one to believe that they are not a medical phenomenon but a cultural-specific syndrome, much akin to the cases of “penis panic” seen in South-east Asia.
THOMAS ALBERS
LONDON NW3

Grrrr…..

……damm spyware….
Spent all day yesterday trying to clear spyware and trojans from my machine. Had just about decided to give up and and reformat, when I remembered XP’s System Restore. So I gave it a try, restoring back to the point before I started installing stuff.
And so far it seems to have worked. But I now have to reinstall everything. Thank the Whatever that I’ve got backups of everything.
So I’m now reasonably happy. But what a waste of three gloriously sunny days!

Problems….

…still having some problems with the new install. Searching for a way to make my copy of XP at least semi-legal, I went to a couple of less-than-safe sites and ending up getting blasted with trojans both times. Clearing them all out wasted a huge amount of my time and energy. I’d been to those sites – and plenty more of the same – when I was on Win98, and never had these problems. *
However, I’m now half-way towards getting legal – then I can download all the security fixes that M$ didn’t put into the first release, the one that I have.
On the positive side, I’m impressed with the speed and efficiency of the this new (to me) platform. For instance, shutdown is no longer a lengthy process of waiting while the machine deliberates on the question of whether or not it really wants to switch off. I’m still looking for a way to bypass that idiotic timewasting logon screen, though.

* Until last week, of course…..