dimensionally transcendental

The ever facinating BLDGBLOG shares some images and background on an exhibit recently closed at New York City's Metropolitan Museum of Art of these elegantly crafted tables, desks, and bureaus from the workshop of Abraham Roentgen and son, active during the eighteenth century. These beautiful pieces of furniture transform—more than meets the eye, to reveal nested drawers and trays, ingeniously and economically taking advantage of hidden and folded space.

parallax view or high-noon

Slowly but surely creeping towards the hours where sunrise and sunset do not precede the work day, I found this map pretty keen, which globally illustrates how far time-zones around the world diverge from the true solar mean.

Of course, all these lags and accelerations are relative and governments and businesses necessarily must coordinate opening times, which do not always respect ones natural hour in the sun, but I do wonder if, for ones biological clock and circadian rhythms (from the Latin for about a day and having nothing to do with cicadas or locusts like I thought) there are long-lasting effects for individuals dictated to rise later and so on. What do you think—how close are you to real time?

reductio ab hitlerum

Apparently at one point during his conversation with the US president, the Russian premiere invoked that the invasion of the Crimean peninsular was executed for the protection of ethnic Russians living in the area. Immediately, this elicited a petition by many Russians and Russian-speakers residing there, refusing those overtures, stating they needed no protecting and felt, on the contrary, very secure and welcome.
Though no further violence has actually yet been perpetrated with the occupation of the region, the next maneuvers are unclear, and I am sure that someone, somewhere has pointed out the obvious, said the argument that's no popular or considered logically flawed, but isn't this current reasoning parallel at least to the invocation of “protecting the ethnic Germans” in 1939 in Gdansk in Poland or in the Sudetenland in Czechoslovakia, Japan declaring Korea a protectorate in 1905 before formally annexing the country in 1910, or the acts of others that one cannot call to the carpet, not to mention dozens of trespasses committed in the name of US interests and for earlier empires? This invasion was premeditated and not a spontaneous response to an opportune moment of civil disarray and the defanged counter-balance is left with few tenable options, even in terms of economic sanctions—considering Europe's dependence of Russian natural resources and especially allied China's favourable assessment of Russia's actions, able to levy painful usury as the financier-in-chief of the world's accustomed lifestyle. Ukraine, despite the odds, could however offer resistance, having a respectable arsenal in comparison regardless of the spread of their antagonist, but this possibility is being decimated by Russians recruiting Ukrainian force individual by individual, luring them away with a passport and citizenship.

prevernal

By the meteorological reckoning, Spring time sprung over the weekend with the beginning of the month. The cross-quarter day, the March Equinox, however does not come until later in the month, not that we got so much as a shudder, much less a faint or a swoon of Winter here.
Some cultures utilize an equal rigid though variable metric, still astronomical—like the Celts, who have developed a scale to ascertain the relative strength of the noon-day sun and declare the season to have begun once the and some cultures even ritually observe a native totem-animal, anxious whether the beast has seen his shadow, portending either a prolonged Winter or an early Spring.
Though the climate is getting all bolloxed up and Nature is confused, by our estimate and at our behest, I suspect the biological signals are probably the best measures, like these crocuses and snow-drops in our garden, that we are emerging from hibernation.

gordian knot or charge of the light brigade

The situation in the Crimea is escalating quickly, and I think outside intervention (or subvention) might prove unwise, if not unwelcome. The country is clearly divided among western and eastern region, including the strategically important peninsula on the Black Sea, separated by a narrow strait from Russia. The divide, however pronounced it may be, is not a think just the struggle over segments of the population seeking closer allegiance with the powers of Europe and the West and a nostalgic segment with closer ties to the old, united regime of the Soviet Union, convinced that Ukraine is and has always been a part of Russian proper, is not the only cogent factor, I'm afraid:
Ukraine as a whole is only second to the whole expanse of Russia in terms of industrial and agricultural output within the former Soviet footprint. Though economic independence could eventually be amended into a beneficial partnership, those traditional attitudes that reign in the Crimea (a cartographic flip-book of sovereignties since the Crimean War of 1853 that pit Russia against the Ottoman Empire, the UK and France over access to the Holy Lands—the most technologically advanced and reported—photographs included—conflict that the world had yet seen) are bundled, irretrievably with a logistical system that certainly makes Russian dominant influences loath to see the country become more Western orientated. Not only is the Black Sea fleet based there, the network of petroleum pipelines that deliver gas from Russia to Europe transit through all points of the nation—and not only at snarl-point that connect the Azov with the Black Seas. If this conduit were lost or supply interrupted, even for a short while, the knock-on effects would be devastating for the region and countries dependent on Russian oil. It is tragic to say, but I think conflicts are ignited over far less and diplomacy and freedom are the first casualties. The effectiveness of outside observers I fear might prove dismal at best—even though this is not an internal affair, and Ukraine may have to sacrifice its territorial integrity, ceding along political divides, lest the commemorations beginning this year take on an all too real charter.

sovereign wealth or statlig investerings

Always a good steward of her natural resources and forward-thinking, Norway's petroleum fund which reinvests proceeds from oil profits, and is edging towards a trillion dollars, translating into a tidy $165 000 (en million norsk kronen) pay-out for each of the land's five million inhabitants, seems to be having a bit of a crisis of conscience that I wish might plague other public pensions well.

Though every Norwegian man, woman and child is a stakeholder in this fund, these outrageous fortunes are a deferred windfall, as the country aims to provide the same level of social services to future generations and when the oil has ran out, recursively, the biggest return on investment, a safe bet, has been in returning to the petroleum industry itself. Despite being the fund's bread and butter, there is debate among the government, in a position of public trust, whether it is ethical, as something ultimately unsustainable, to deal in a dirty business rather than taking a luxuriously responsible stand and partner with initiatives that will ultimately make their work obsolete—putting it in an oil museum and shifting away from its seed account.

vernacular or pain-compliance

Not to glorify an overly weaponised culture, but did you know that like scuba-diving (a self-contained underwater breathing-apparatus) that a taser electroshock gun is a trade-marked abbreviation for Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle, the NASA researcher who developed the prototype in 1974 naming it in honour of his boyhood hero's daring adventures?

Tom Swift had adventures like Buck Rogers or Perry Rodan but this prolific inventor was usually more Earth-based, like a predecessor to the Tony Stark behind Iron Man. I thought it was some contraction for a tag-laser, since two little electrode darts are projected at the target, unlike a stun gun that requires direct proximity. In any case, once one is it, then one is subject to all sorts of debilitating pain, which is the point of less lethal defense and offense but sometimes the effects linger, especially within a regiment of abuse among trigger-happy authorities who think there's a way to deal with the criminal or unruly without consequence.

playbill or agnes dei

Recently, I had the chance to see the local community theatre produce an excellent performance of John Pielmeyer's play Agnes of God. I recall there was a 1985 cinematic adaptation of the piece starring Jane Fonda as court-appointed psychiatrist, Dr. Martha Livingston, and was rather controversial movie, the play itself a dramatization of an actual tragic case.

I did not realize how challenging the original stagecraft was, however, the character of the psychiatrist interacting with just two other players with an almost unhalting monologue and dialogue that lasts for the entire performance. As the fourth wall, I was a little discouraged that there were only three people in the audience to witness the spectacle, though the actors and crew did not stint the small house any of the effort. Dr. Livingston has many memorable reflections, but I think the one of the most profound and foreshadowing moments came with her opening soliloquy when she remembers returning to the cinema time and time again to see one of her favourite stars play out a doomed life, hoping against hope that during one showing she'd be sitting in the darkened rows and all of a sudden and without warning, the projectionist had discovered that long lost “alternate reel,” the one with the happy end. The psychiatrist, despite and because of what she was about to face at the nunnery, still believed in alternate reels.