toscanini, dacron (13. 007)

Eventually garnering a Grammy award for Record of the Year, Billy Joel’s eleventh studio album reached the top of the charts in domestic markets on this day in 1989 (cover art featuring a billowing storm warning maritime flag flown to signal the highest intensity gales on the Beaufort wind scale). Featuring tracks including “I Go to Extremes,” “Leningrad” (Joel’s take on the dissolution of the Soviet Union and “That’s Not Her Style,” it was the single “We Didn’t Start the Fire” (previously) that stood out as most memorable. Having just turned forty, Joel was inspired by a chance encounter with a friend of Sean Lennon at a recording studio half his age, reflecting that it was a terrible time to be twenty-one, with a litany of contemporary dilemmas. Joel encountered he had his own at that age, which his interlocutor dismissed, saying he had grown up in the 1950s, a rather halcyon pause in their mind at least when nothing happened. Joel came back with a few headlines of the time and conceived a catalogue of all the impactful, formative events, cultural and political, that had occurred between the year of his birth, 1949, to the present—in mostly chronological order (see above). One hundred-eighteen people, artefacts and circumstances are listed in the song, which upon re-evaluation are panned lyrically, almost to the point of disavowal, with absolute refusal for extra verses by the artist. Only four named individuals are still alive—Brigitte Bardot, Bob Dylan, Bernie Goetz and Chubby Checker.

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synchronoptica

one year ago: The Towering Inferno (with synchronopticæ), assorted links worth the revisit plus a museum dedicated to depictions of The Last Supper

twelve years ago: seigniorage and inflation  

thirteen years ago: trim up the tree with Christmas stuff, US school shootings, lucid dreaming plus O Antiphons

fifteen years ago: the legacy of Cablegate 

i, pencil (13. 006)

Via Super Punch, we learn that adding such a quotidian thing as the writing implement to his list things to make do with less of as a kind of patriotic austerity during a recent rally, veering again from casting affordability as a hoax and blaming high prices on immigration—“You can give up certain products. You could give up pencils—because under the China policy, every child gets thirty-seven pencils. They only need one or two. They don’t need that many. You always need steel. You don’t need thirty-seven dolls for your daughter. One or two is nice. So, we’re doing things right.” US consumers are foregoing a lot more things at the moment and is unclear how less of one equals more of another, but the example chosen (and not for the first time) may come from a parable used to illustrate global supply chains and trade that one of Trump’s handlers though might be couched in terms he could comprehend on a basic level of Ricardian economics but instead was grossly misconstrued. The 1958 essay by libertarian free market think tank founded, under the long title, “I, Pencil: My Family Tree as Told to Leonard E Read,” written in first person from the perspective of the pencil, summarises the complexity of its creation, listing its parts (wood, lacquer, ferrule, pumice, wax, glue, graphite), those people (sort of like a gratitude chain) that put it together down the janitor of the factory and the lighthouse keeper that ensured that the shipment made it safely to port, conclude that since, in the absence of a master mind directing all these the activities—something no individual would be capable of—there is only the Invisible Hand of capitalism running the show, proclaiming that the “know-hows” should not be impeded terms of self-coordination. Apparently Trump interprets the fable that he is Providence.

6x6 (13. 005)

jabrael shelbys: Afghan morality police arrest a troupe of young men for dressing like characters from Peaky Blinders for “promoting alien culture”  

holiday inn: the hidden history behind the 1942 Irving Berlin staple “White Christmas,” composed at the La Quinta hotel 

trump derangement syndrome: US president roundly condemned for his disparaging, disgusting remarks on the murder of Rob Reiner and wife Michelle, who photographed him for his Art of the Deal jacket—there is no line for that meathead and his followers  

the internet of beings: proprioception and web-enabled organs  

do you see what i see: tales of Winter Wonderland disasters  

cultural ambassadors: individuals from seventy countries offer their best imitations of US tourists—see also

synchronoptica

one year ago: suggestions for what US president Joe Biden could do with his remaining weeks (with synchronopticæ) plus more on vexillology

twelve years ago: a history of coffee bans plus a periodic table of cheese

thirteen years ago: slips and sits plus Bad Neustadt all decked out for the holidays 

fourteen years ago: poinsettias plus FACTA coming into force

sixteen years ago: the psychology of secret societies 

life kit wrapped (13. 004)

Though I often make a mental bookmark to go back and read NPR’s self-help studies and similar resources for pro-tips, those best intentions are seemingly always OBE (overcome by events), so we appreciated this year-end digest with practical advice ranging from mental well being, home economics, and travel planning—including seeking out local look-alike alternatives—see previously, if your first choice is beyond your budget.

7x7 (13. 003)

it cuts up a man’s youth and vigour most horribly: Jane Austen invented the wellness guy  

maplewashing: the deceptive practise of making things seem more Canadian than they actually are narrowly beat out “elbows up” for Canadian English Dictionary’s inaugural Word of the Year  

antipodes: Rothera Antarctic research station gets a new Royal Mail postbox 

genai.mil: Pentagon installs a chatbot on all DOD computers—immediately concludes that Hegseth is a war-criminal—via Super Punch  

dayton accords: a look back at the peace negotiations to end the war in after the collapse of Yugoslavia three decades on  

cut spelng: English orthographer Christopher Upward’s failed proposal for language reform through elimination of redundant letters—see previously, see also 

little wars: HG Wells’ contribution to table top role play games

synchronoptica

one year ago: Vince Collins celebrates the US bicentennial (with synchronopticæ), Intershop (1962) plus assorted links worth revisiting

thirteen years ago: IKEA instructions for that dapper monkey 

sixteen years ago: drug money helped banks weather the Great Recession 

architecture of choice (13. 002)

Legacy media is such a derisive term for any among the establishment who is outside of the grasp and influence of new arbiters but such laurels still matter, and whilst knowing that the honour does not always go to the great and the good but rather to pith and moment and what is most impactful, we are a bit taken aback by TIME magazine’s person of the year (see previously) with an identity parade, a lineup of the usual suspects of billionaires, almost to a person tech bros, recreated of course by AI recreating the iconic photograph 1930 of construction workers of the Empire State Building taking their lunch break on a girder at the hundredth and thirty-fourth floor with no safety gear. Though the publication is owned by Salesforce founder and Oracle executive Marc Benioff, such a high-wire act may deserve a second glance as the vaunted technology does not seem to be delivering (a kind of bad imprint for a glossy cover and perhaps intentionally so), triangulated amongst economic ruin, environmental catastrophe and eschatological crisis and those responsible for it seemingly aloof of their situation and what might come next.

mister fezziwig (13. 001)

Though each time I picked up on the narrative again, telling myself I don’t have time to listen to a two-and-a-half-hour podcast, I did make it all the way through this dramatic reading of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas from The Allusionist host Helen Zaltzman. The novella, divided into five chapters—which Dickens calls staves, reflects and informs the zeitgeist at a time when Victorian England was reevaluating holiday customs and was his fourth attempt at the subject, first a serialisation called “Christmas Festitivies,” then a short story under the title “A Christmas Dinner” that appeared in his illustrated anthology Sketches by Boz and an episode in The Pickwick Papers, “The Story of the Goblins Who Stole a Sexton”—a sacristan, a church superintendent charged with care and maintenance of the building and cemetery grounds, misanthropic but after being ransomed by the creatures undergoes a conversion, similar to Scrooge. Capitalising on its success, Dickens wrote another four holiday themed novels (The Chimes, The Cricket on the Hearth, The Battle of Life and The Haunted Man and the Ghost’s Bargain) but none of the franchise as beloved as his 1842 iteration. Familiar adaptations are true to Dickens but I realised I had never listened to original narrative in its entirety, rather excellently delivered (with a few, non-intrusive short asides to gloss antiquated meanings) and really enjoyed the decision to voice the Ghost of Christmas Present aptly as a South Park character. It is a banger of a story and of course you have time to indulge.

operation golden dynamite (13. 000)

Though absent from the traditional pre-ceremony press conference with the prize to accepted on her behalf, awarded in absentia, Nobel peace laureate María Corina Machado (previously) did make it safely to Oslo thanks to a fraught extraction mission, codenamed with the above for the medallion and Alfred Nobel’s explosive legacy, carried out in large part by members of the Grey Bull Rescue Foundation, a group of US military veterans and expatriates that have pulled off hundreds of such operations globally. In hiding for years, the team deemed it was too risky to travel overland for the opposition leader and decided, with only a week to plan and despite the presence of the US navy off the coast and the targeting of supposed drug-trafficking boats entering international waters, to take a sea-route and rendezvous with a larger ship in the Caribbean. Secreted into the United States, a flight originating in Bangor, Maine brought her to the Norwegian capital in time for breakfast with St Lucy.