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.