don’t gobblefunk around with words

Roald Dahl, the great Welsh author of Norwegian extraction, may be best known for his timeless and imaginative children’s tales but he was also a story-teller for all audiences, writing for Playboy magazine, was a compatriot of Ian Fleming and wrote the screenplay for one James Bond movie, featured on Alfred Hitchcock Presents and later hosting his own television series in the same genre.  

Dahl came into the profession somewhat by mishap, having in his earlier career as a dogfighting ace in North Africa during World War II and sustained a traumatic bump on his head that left him temporarily blind and apparently rewired his temperaments towards writing.  Dahl was compelled to resign his commission afterwards, but that accident—and subsequent manuscript of the event he wrote—Dahl’s plane had strayed too far off course and there was not enough fuel to get him back to base, and with the sun setting, Dahl choose to try to bring the plane down while he could still see obstacles on the ground and how he survived, but the article’s publishers tweaked the title to make the circumstances sound more harrowing, stating explicitly Dahl was shot down—led to a diplomatic posting as a sort of military attaché to the ambassador in Washington, DC in the office of propaganda, meant to align American commitment to the war in Europe.  Supposedly, after all that, which is barely even the introduction, Dahl had originally hoped to be a doctor.  The talent for story-telling that was violently thrust upon Dahl was surely regarded as a blessing but not a curse, but a lot of his personal life is tinged with sadness and loss, which influenced his plot twists and sometimes rather frightful ordeals and was surely an outlet besides. 

In his family, several of his children suffered tragedies and his wife, actress Patricia Neal fell victim to a massive stroke.  Dahl helped rehabilitate her with constant physical therapy and practice—which was unconventional for the 1960s when it was thought that no one could recover from such a bad and debilitating blow, but he refused to give up on her and and his wife learnt to speak and walk—and act again.  As Neal was figuring out to put words together again, her bittersweet malapropisms became the basis of the way the Giant speaks to the curious little girl (patterned after his own daughter, who sadly died from an avoidable case of measles, prompting Dahl’s campaign for getting children vaccinated) in his whimsical story, The BFG—Big Friendly Giant.

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catchpenny or clickbait

What is it driving this Anti-Vaxxer phenomenon? I too am, I think, healthfully skeptical of the pharmaceutical lobby when it comes to rigour, transparency and the production of medicines as lifestyle accessorisers (potions to counter all those self-inflicted ailments), but I don’t feel that we ought to take for granted the science that’s really enabled population health in manner that’s seen little precedence in human history and risk resurgence of otherwise preventable diseases.
I feel that this anti-science drift, for what it’s worth, which includes the climate-change deniers—and no, questioning does not belie conspiracy but I think rather than educating themselves, some go along with the propaganda they know and see the counter-arguments as mere propaganda, too, evidence fabricated and institutions manipulative—has parallels in the last wave of worry—which although far from hysterical can and has been displaced by this movement of distrust for drugs and doctors. Americans were passionate about being spied upon—though the lack of outrage when they bought the lie that such eavesdropping activity was limited to overseas solicits little sympathy, and the tantrum subsided rather quickly. I am not sure how the revelation was received that the intelligence agencies are not staffed with savants and are bound by the same laws of mathematics that allow encryption to work and remain virtually imperviously to prying, and it was only that the big telecommunication conglomerates giving the secret agents the secret-knock that allowed them to get inside. Service providers may not have willingly surrendered to government pressure but certainly did not disclose the scale of collaboration either, and they managed to escape suffering too much damage to their reputation over public ire. We of course tell on ourselves too, and refrain passing judgment on the real peddlers of snake-oil.

flux-capacitor

Quartz Magazine features a very engrossing and inspiring profile of the unsung inventor, John Bannister Goodenough, who gave the world its mobility and galloping pace of miniaturisation with the lithium-ion battery. This robust and rechargeable power-source is in every electronic gadget worldwide and in the motors of hybrid vehicles, and I could imagine that the world might look very different if Goodenough had not found the right balance and combination to improve upon the transistor. Goodenough achieved his breakthrough at the age of fifty-seven—and now at the age of ninety-two, he’s far from ready to retire, believing that he can develop the next generation of storage-medium that could help finally wean the world off oil and start to reverse climate change. I wager that he’ll be about to deliver.

quod numquam

Though the popular myth that no one expected the Spanish Inquisition has been dispelled for the most part, it’s a pretty fun thing to proclaim and the phrase might have its origins in another Church culture struggle. In 1875 on this day, Pope Pious IX issued the encyclical called Quod Numquam, “What we never Expected” to Chancellor Otto von Bismarck and Prussian King Wilhelm I during the height of what was known as the Kulturkampf, the systematic dissolution of Church holdings in Protestant territories and discriminatory measures taken against the congregation, including the forced exile of priests and bishops. What was never expected was that the House of Prussia might turn its back on Catholicism, and though no on the level of the Crusades, clerics ignited a holy war to sue for the freedom of religious worship.

redirected from berenstein

Via Reddit, an older speculative post on a blog called the Wood between Worlds by the self-described world’s worst scientist puts forward such a profoundly baffling psychological blind-spot that the imaginative explanation—that we are in our own parallel universe, seems pretty plausible.

Like the cognitive dissonance that occurs when the seating arrangement of the Last Supper (with Mary Magdalen next to Jesus) is pointed out or a revisionist Orwellian memory hole, the Berenstein Bears—and I distinctly remember the book covers and the stories that my Mom read to me, though I knew nothing about an animated syndicate in the mid-80s or relaunch—is and always was Berenstain. Either we’re all remembering it incorrectly, like some famously misquoted line from a movie that no one bothers to correct, or there’s an element of time travel or dimensional engineering involved. One ought to read the whole post through, and I am glad it’s of the right vintage to have garnered a lot of responses, to be rewarded with a comment from the son of the authors with an explanation about the spelling of the family name. Can you think of other examples were something false was so broadly ingrained? I hope the Scientist is continuing his intrepid research.