superfecta or theatre-in-the-round

NATO representatives have gathered in Wales in order to reassert the relevance of their club and address a depressing array of threats to broader peace. Such short workshops rarely result in any lasting resiliency or reflection, and instead in greater polarisation for fear of admitting to motivations that lie beneath hidden by the beards of éminence gris—but that's the trident of institutional problems. Nationally endemic problems can happily be ignored in such an ideological environment, and provocation buffets attention from all corners: Western powers are making a calculated (even unto failure) to punish Russia's stance in the Crimea with economic sanctions that are curiously—if not backfiring—only punishing to the sanction-givers, as Russia has independent means and no shortage of other buyers—and oddly chosen rhetoric, like attributing the false hubris that it might take Russia as much as two weeks to take Ukraine, when in fact it would be much quicker.

What version of history will bear the laurels of authority is a mystery in this complicated situation, but I am sure that no one comes out innocent, since after apparently winning the the imperium of non-interference in the Middle East, the organisation was directed to pick a fight with a tried and true paradigm and eagerly take up some Cold War housekeeping. And while patriotic aims fall away in this framework, the American general who has two roles that shuttle him between Stuttgart, Germany and Mons, Belgium as the European Commander and Supreme NATO Commander respectively, is prudently or brazenly arranging war-games in Russia's front yard and threatening to violate a gentlemans' agreement between Reagan and Gorbachev to not advance the bounds of NATO. Meanwhile, this posturing is being matched by more provocative sabre-rattling that is even harder to say whether it was factored in from the Caliphate. It has made overtures for overturning not only the United States, but also the royal house of Saud, and lately Russia with aims of expansion into Chechnya and the Balkans and reprisal for support of the Syrian government. Seemingly beyond the good and evil of media portrayals already (and seeing alibis as superfluous), I would wager Russia has few qualms in countering any attack by any means needed. The growing arsenal of the Caliphate and indelicate threats, however, are a source of concern not to be dismissed, what with some eleven commercial jet-liners procured from the captured airport in Tripoli ready to be deployed. All parties have a vision of the world better than the present state of things, but said aims are seen to wither in the face of real suffering and reckoning.

überholt

Provisionally, the German High Court has ruled that a popular American online service—which to my understanding essentially provides match-making for a much older craft to ply, hitchhiking.
Formerly, a prospective rider could enter his our her itinerary, be it across town or to the airport terminal, and take up the offer, most like, of the lowest or timeliest bidder. It is a bit like car-pool, only made more complicated among absolute strangers that might be perhaps going the same way and impossibly click-happy. Although the protest of the taxi-drivers, who saw their market-nook knocked away, was an important aspect, the justices' decision ultimately took into account the matter of public-safety. As dangerous as hitchhiking is reputed to be, this new scheme could be even more risky, with the winning coach, rickshaw or carriage not necessarily having adequate training or insurance for all liabilities. Although an earlier ruling against services that helped connect people with a spare bedroom or couch with budget-travelers came about over similar concerns—with the spectre of a housing shortage looming in the background but appearing as a favour to traditional hoteliers, a certain anti-entrepreneurial agenda can come across, particularly with a little spin. Of course, bulletin-boards, thumbs and other old-fashioned methods buck legislation. What do you think? Insurance-coverage for Germans is a serious and not slap-dash thing and maybe such models—the hitching-up—are not culturally ready.

hot lips

 There is the bloom of a flowering shrub in South America called the Psychotria elata, which bears an uncanny likeness to a pair of human lips. It has the vulgar name of hookers' lips but that does not detract from its popularity—the rare plant poached for Valentine's greetings. Maybe it is a case of partial pareidolia, since the effect only lasts a short time and the mature flower begins to look rather like a pair of diseased lips that no one would want to kiss—and possibly hence the name—but the effect seems too convincing to be just accidental. I wonder what evolutionary forces could have pedigreed the appearance. There is no lore to the plant that I could locate, other than Amazonian tribes using it for medicinal purposes (earaches, etc.) and no mythology of some forlorn lover transformed out of pity by a sympathetic god or cursed out of spite, humbled spirit of the forest or even vegetable intrigues—the other flowers casting this one out to be forever a curiosity to humans or a sly deal with those man-eaters to lure people deeper into the jungle.
I suppose it probably appears as something else entirely and more straightforward in the eyes of pollinators and predators. Still, I appreciate how well our houseplants have us trained to cater to their needs and wonder if there's not some higher dimension to this selected trait—an evolutionary goal to be cultivated in a hot-house and tended by environmentalists, exchanged as a symbol of affection or blogged about. Naricissus would have liked like the last two especially.

it happened on the way to the fourm: römerkastell saalburg

Though from the perspective where we last left our Romans—growing somewhat more jaded and less idealistic buffeted by power and wealth from all sides—we are jumping ahead, as it would be another two centuries before, but it was interesting to take a detour through the foothills of the Taunus and visit this restored Roman garrison on the Limes after having indulged a series of history lessons. Rome had just had their first encounter with a tribe of the Teutons on the frontier of the Rhôn river during the latter years of the Republic but it would be some time still before they had constructed a fortified border to hold the barbarians at bay. Before launching campaigns in Tunisia, Greece and Turkey (and these lands called Germania seem even more distant), it really strikes me how those consequential but small and nearly petty skirmishes with other Latin tribes were in such close proximity—that Rome was no regional power but a local stronghold like a dozen others, which may have never merited more than a footnote of history.

After victories abroad when Rome was denying social unrest the attention it demanded, a civil war erupted over the stinting of full citizenship for the neighbouring tribes that had been aligned with Rome since its inceptions. Although they fought side-by-side, the Latins were still essentially foreigners and had no means to influence the Senate and policy. Opposition in the Senate feared that rebellious factions could pose a threat to their power with a new constituency of supporters—though the truth was that the Latins were not keen on any Roman politician but wanted their own representation.
Before people from places up and down the peninsula were granted citizenship, there was an awkward civil war—called the Social War, where the Latins formed their own government, based off the Roman model, and begrudging Rome the assistance it needed and called themselves the Italic Republic. Archeologists discovered the ruins and artefacts in this spot, just outside of Frankfurt, in the mid-1800s and under the commission of Emperor Wilhelm II rebuilt the installation from 1900 to 1914 to educate the public to this known yet undiscovered heritage of this area. I was impressed with the stalls and rustic kitchens, which really were rustic kitchens, in the modern sense—with the archeological finds to back it up.