daytrip: hochrhön

We had the chance to do a bit of local exploring near our home and we found the ruin (die Mauerschädel as it’s singularly known) of a fortified church built around the year 1000 and abandoned about three centuries later during the height of the plague (Pest) in the fields behind the village of Filke, the inter-German border separating Bavaria from East Germany once passing through the nave of the structure.
In the 1970s, the whole of the structure was ceded to Bavaria for security purposes. Though the outbreak of the plague is considered the likely culprit for its eventual abandonment, another anachronistic suggestion is that once bulwarks of the region, Filke and other surrounding settlements that essentially became ghost-towns before being eventually repopulated sacrificed themselves to the marauding tribes of the Huns, able to Christianise the scouting parties only to be later betrayed and massacred. A maiden in white is said to haunt the grounds, but that is a relatively recent embellishment.
Afterward, we took another detour to see some marshland in a nature reserve (the whole region is a nature reserve, really, but there are also specially designated areas that are protected from traffic and development) but the trails didn’t really get very near and the scrub separating it from the path was intimidating. H and I did however get the chance to explore the deep woodlands and encountered some deer that bounded past us before we could react.
More our pace, however, we found an assortment of mushrooms and toadstools that we resolved to learn about and come back to the clearing where they seemed to thrive.
The forest directly behind our house are baronial lands, still in the same family, and we wouldn’t want to be accused of poaching.

a quantum of solace

A diverse group of physicists are undertaking a top-down review of quantum mechanics in order to reframe it in a fashion that does not come off so weird and counter to the ways we interact with reality. Not just a question of scale but a landscape haunted with both living and dead cats, action-at-a-distance, and particles that are in two places at once, there’s no guarantee that there are easier, more fundamental answers to be found but of course the pursuit is worthwhile.
Rather than admitting to a mission statement in this discipline, quantum theory is informed of a loose association of analogies and observable phenomena—plus the mathematics to support it, the efforts of this consortium might lend something more cohesive and regimented and even lead to deeper truths and perhaps a glimpse of what causes happenstance to be focused or fuzzy. It’s a bit like marvelling, as one does, at the fact that our march of numbers from primitive counting to hopelessly complex calculus works and the Cosmos seems to oblige. What do you think? Sometimes I think scientists grow uncomfortable not with the fact that there are significant challenges in the evanescent and struggle to articulate complex concepts to the uninitiated (though inability to explain something in simple terms probably betrays a shaky grasp) but rather the rather defeatist allure of pseudoscience that some see fit to plug the gaps in understanding. The scientific method does not ask we abandon that which is outside its purview as normative, subject to belief but its mysteries, spookiness and deviation from predestination included, are not there either to help those forces gain a purchase.

name and shame

In this dystopic reality-show reality that we’re living in, Dear Leader has named four finalists in his competition to safeguard America’s southern frontier which will construct a test-length of barrier outside of San Diego for trials that will evaluate how effective the respective firms’ designs are in combating scaling and tunnelling underneath—which walls seem quite vulnerable to.
The House of Congress, despite Dear Leader’s assurances that Mexico would pay for the wall, pledged about a tenth of the estimated cost of the massive project but the Senate has yet to make the same concession—to which Dear Leader has threatened to shut down the government should his project not receive funding. While the legislature is generally not cowed into submission by Dear Leader’s rather empty threats (he vowed to take away Senators’ health care if they didn’t strike down Obama-Care but has yet to make good on that promise), I except that funding for his precious wall to be conflated with much needed relief for rebuilding places in Texas and Louisiana devastated by a hurricane and subsequent flooding—a despicable thing to bundle to the nihilistic priorities of pandering up with America’s heritage of immigration and openness. Though finalists, the construction firms only represent the best in one class—namely, concrete deterrence—given that the Customs and Border Protection agency will be making nominations for another category within the week—non-concrete deterrence, which includes entrants for hammocks, gravestones and a utopic terra nullius.

history doesn’t repeat itself but it often rhymes

Nag on the Lake has just acquainted us with an amazingly dedicated individual by the name of Alwyn Collinson that has recounted every pivotal moment in World War II as it happened for the past six years, concluding 15 August (1945, formally signed on 2 September) with the surrender of the Japanese Imperial Army and beginning another harrowing new cycle on 1 September (1939) when Nazi Germany invaded Poland, using the false-flag operation, the attack on the broadcasting tower in Gleiwitz, then part of Upper Silesia (Oberschlesien) that occurred the night before, by Schutzstaffel (the SS) provocateurs disguised as Polish separatists as pretense for shift retaliation. It’s fascinating to see how quickly matters accelerated in real time, as it were, and history pressing forward unmediated by the lens of history—plus it’s surely a brave and noble effort to be willing to relive these horrors over and over again—repeating them in the hope that we might not. Perhaps, like the Cosplay Caliphate, those aspirants to the Turd Reich would be dissuaded if they knew truly what they were making light of.

rock, paper, scissors

Marking perhaps a heartening turn in the tone of sabre-rattling rhetoric, North Korea appears in its latest propaganda video to be challenging America to a dance-off, as Gizmodo correspondent Matt Novak reports, rather than the usual fare of nuclear warheads striking Guam or San Francisco.  Of course, Dear Leader has produced many counterpoints to this spectacle and there is naturally such ill-will between the two as they are too much alike and need their egos protected.  The narrow characterisation of the North Korean regime does the rest of the world a disservice as the country understands very well that it has the strategic upper-hand at what is at stake, which is nothing short of global thermal nuclear war.

wedlock

The winding down of wedding season is a good time for reflection on the institution and the curators of the Ricco-Maresca Gallery in Manhattan furnish us with a captivating lens to view the changing conventions and trappings of matrimony with a collection of Victorian era cabinet cards that take a slice of late nineteenth century attitudes towards portraiture and keepsakes. These sombre, serious poses (a little haunted but typical for the time when photography was new and reserved for such special occasions and vows weren’t always exchanged out of love but rather for the sake of utility) are contrasted with a progression of wedding cake toppers from that time up to the present that reflect maturing outlooks and rituals that retain meaning in their fungibility.

campaign hat

In what’s surely to further unhinge Dear Leader in ways that we can’t predict, we learn from Super Punch, one major, disruptive retail outlet in selling knock-offs of the baseball caps (campaign hats are those typically worn by park rangers and Mounties) he’s been shamelessly promoting during press-conferences on the hurricane response and recovery in Texas for a quarter of the price. Although Dear Leader seems unable to move beyond campaign mode, apparently he can recognise when his merchandise has gone stale.

borscht belt

Via the always brilliant Nag on the Lake, we’re invited on an idyll odyssey with Pablo Iglesias Maurer inspired by a lot of vintage postcards depicting resorts of the Catskills and the Poconos during their heyday fifty years ago juxtaposed with their present state of wrack and ruin.
The ephemeral nature of the missives served their purpose—much like snapshots on social media—but isn’t meant to rubbish those destinations and experiences now abandoned, while at the same the medium romances both the nostalgia and the decay. What do you think?  Surely the portrayals are all the more awful for those with a connection to the places. We’ve a sudden urge to watch Dirty Dancing and inspect the facilities at Kellerman’s. Be sure to visit the links up top for a whole gallery of rather sad then-and-now transitions.