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2009-08-09T14:39:00.000-07:00

Edith Cavell Meadows - July 2009

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2009-07-16T07:21:00.000-07:00

Lac Beauvert - June 2008

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2009-07-15T07:04:00.000-07:00

Whistler's Mountain - September '08

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2009-07-13T06:56:00.000-07:00

Glacier Highway outside of Banff - January 2009

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2009-07-12T04:33:00.000-07:00

Maligne Canyon - April

By not taking my camera everwhere....

2009-07-11T15:37:00.000-07:00

... I have missed:

- One bear

- One Alaska registration plate

- One Northwest Territories plate

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2009-07-11T15:33:00.000-07:00

Tekarra Lodge - July 3

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2009-07-10T03:02:00.000-07:00

Barbeque at Trefoil Lake - June 3rd

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2009-07-09T02:47:00.001-07:00

Ooh a rare Yukon number plate! - Valley du Cinq Lac - June 6th

I made Sarah take this photograph while I hid in the car, not that number plate collecting is anything to be ashamed of!

POTD

2009-07-08T02:53:00.000-07:00

Jasper Lake - June 25

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2009-07-07T03:49:00.001-07:00

Maligne Road - June 21

Photo of the Day

2009-07-05T14:58:00.001-07:00

Mountain Biking - Old Fort Point - July 4th 2009

The things we can do with Cameras

2009-04-25T20:10:00.000-07:00

1000 FPS HD Photography

I-Movix SprintCam v3 NAB 2009 showreel from David Coiffier on Vimeo.

Tilt-Shift Lens Photography

Manipulating the depth of field of a shot (or making judicious use of the photoshop blur tool) to create the illusion of a playmobil/trainset landscape.

HDR Photography

High Dynamic Range photography, merging a number of different exposures of the same scene to create one photograph that encompasses the entire tonal range of the different exposures. Creates an otherworldy, washed out, fantastical image of otherwise mundane subjects

Down to Banff

2009-04-25T19:39:00.001-07:00

A fortunate confluence in our schedules meant that Sarah and I could spend a slightly extended weekend down in Banff.

The Ice-Fields Parkway between Jasper and Banff is said to be the most scenic drive in the world and I`m certainly not going to argue. The dawn of spring has meant that we can actually see the scenery and are not terrifyingly gripping the steering wheel and sliding all over the road (although there was a brief blizzard on the way back, leading to some hairy moments).

Its always lovely to run off to these fairy-tale destinations and sleep on a Fairmont bed for a few days, Sarah and I thought we`d go all out with the softest steak I`ve ever eaten and some fancy Pinot Noir

Totem go down now

2009-04-16T04:51:00.000-07:00

Jasper's one and only landmark (discounting the mountains and whatnot) came a'cropper the other week. After a good 80 odd -30 winters and a rather unfortunate paint job in the 1980s.

What a bloody shame.

Two months eh?

2009-04-16T04:46:00.000-07:00

I guess thats the problem with employment. Not that I have any excuse whatsoever, my laptop comes to work with me every bloody night.

Franz Ferdinand: Tonight

2009-02-18T03:20:00.000-08:00

Flaming Lips + LCD Soundsystem + a wee bit of Muse = A pretty good album

Britain in the World

2009-02-18T02:54:00.000-08:00

Bryan opines about Britain's lost prominence in the world, joining Canada and Australia in the sorry business of defining national greatness around the scraps of NASA's costcutters.

And yes its sad that Britain is no longer important, but thats OK, because in this new, globalised world of cities, London is the most important city in the world.

Jade Goody

2009-02-18T02:17:00.000-08:00

Finally, in conjunction with the unctuous, self-satisfied schmucks at the Guardian, this incredible woman has solved a defining quandary of my life: Who do I hate more, the working class or the middle class?

Definately the middle-class.

2008/2009

2009-01-09T19:36:00.001-08:00

Having worked the first six and a half hours of New Years Eve, the proceeding 17 and a half were spent in rather a zombified daze, still...the 300 odd kilometer drive from Jasper to Banff, via Lake Louise remains possibly the most beautiful drive one can take (even when its swallowed by a terrifying blizzard). On the way we passed the frozen remnants of the Sunwapta falls and the Weeping Wall

Spent the night in the elegant, luxurious and bewilderingly huge Banff Springs hotel/castle. Had a New Years dinner in the Bavarian restaurant there (and had the Wiener Schnitzel, very nice) before retiring to bed and an instant, total and exhausted oblivion at 10:30 (what a shame!)

Weather

2008-12-16T13:37:00.001-08:00

The recent record-breaking low of -38 degrees celsius this past weekend has inspired me to add another button to the site, so any visitor can have a good long laugh.

Do you know what -30 feels like? It feels like pain, pure and simple.

The View from my Window II....

2008-12-06T18:15:00.000-08:00

...Rocky IV edition.

(There's Elk in there somewhere)

Think of England...

2008-12-06T16:30:00.000-08:00

...Bryan's pondering of Brit's blogtitle got me pondering; as someone who has left the UK, what do I think of when I think of England?

Rain, obviously, scowls (oh, in the land of the perpetual grin how I do miss a good British scowl), taking personal offence at the success of others, the Daily Mail and the Sun (also, harrumphing, righteous indignation and page three), being seperated from a busy high-street by less than a foot of pavement, pea-green hills, flat-caps and border-collies, wonderful little villages a stones throw away from the grimiest of urban centers, the Transport font (also the Johnston font), oh, and of course...fat, pink men who refuse to wear their England soccer shirts.

A tiny bit more on the BBC...

2008-12-05T16:43:00.000-08:00

Are Jonathon Ross, Russel Brand and an answering machine really that important? Who else in the world produces stuff like this?

Mumbai - Bombay

2008-12-03T13:33:00.000-08:00

Glad to see I wasnt the only one who didnt know that the name change of Bombay to Mumbai was a product of Hindu chauvinism, in the style of the Burmese junta's imposition of Myanmar instead of Burma.

Brought to mind a recent program on the Outdoor Life Network, in which a self-righteously ignorant young backpacker presented a half-hour long advertisement on behalf of the Burmese dictatorship, piously murmuring the imposed name throughout (the Y next to the M makes it seem more authentic, I suppose).

A late fall stroll

2008-12-01T14:46:00.000-08:00

Lake Louise

2008-12-01T14:41:00.000-08:00

Also an awkward incident involving a window cleaner.

The Columbia Icefield

2008-12-01T14:37:00.000-08:00

Playing video-games...

2008-11-30T16:59:00.000-08:00

....does no one any bloody favours, though I like to think I maintain a look of zen-like concentration.

The BBC, from outside.

2008-11-30T16:34:00.000-08:00

Have been meaning to respond to this post about the 'dying' beeb for a while.

Seems to me that it is incredibly easy, complacent, even, to complain about the BBC. It also seems to me to be the pre-occupation of the kind of Daily Mail reader who spends as much of their time listening idly to Radio 4 (even if all they actually hear is the Archer's theme and Sailing By) as they do sipping orange juice on the bowling green.

As someone who now has to do largely without the BBC, I cant bloody stress enough just how superior it is to....pretty much any television output in the world. And that its superiority raises those other channels that have to compete with it in the British market.

With the BBC, we are the nation that gives the world The Office, Extras, Life on Mars, Planet Earth, The Power of Nightmares, the BBC World Service, Dr Who, Monty Python, Spaced, Are You Being Served, Fawlty Towers and probably a whole bunch of others I cant remember.

Without the BBC...we turn into Canada or Australia...a nation with no real broadcasting culture of our own, punctuating an undifferentiated blur of advertisements (that swing wildly from vomit inducing sugar to mindless mysoginism)between every five minutes of imported American content (or pallid, pennyless and unimaginative domestic variations thereof).

Theres a reason that British television is shown and reproduced all over the world, and its certainly not ITV.

Terrifying fireball over Edmonton

2008-11-30T16:31:00.000-08:00

I wish I had've seen it, but kind of relieved I didnt at the same time (it looks like the end of the world)

Transhumanism Rising

2008-10-22T12:53:00.000-07:00

Bryan Appleyard rails against transhumanism:

"What I like about transhumanists is their naked, unapologetic radicalism. Like Mustapha Mond debating with the Savage in Brave New World, they simply ask, what's so great about human life as it now is? If, for example, human immortality makes all your art meaningless, so be it, Shakespeare was all predicated on suffering we no longer have to endure."

Transhumanism is a creed I have some sympathy for,even if their proponents seem to be more occupied by the gadgetry and style of it than the philosophical implications

But I like to think that humanity, immortal or not, will have the capacity to understand the suffering that Shakespeare predicated his work on. If mortality is to be such a rare thing in the future, then our future selves may well be affected far more by the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet than we are now in a world where death is an ever-present reality.

Ultimately the only thing that will truly, utterly make Shakespeare not just meaningless, but futile, is death. Death of the species makes all art pointless while a boundless, extended life makes Shakespeare not only more accessible (Finally, I have time!) but more urgent and stark.

Get rid of the Green Party!

2008-10-22T12:23:00.000-07:00

Did David Suzuki, Canada's very own adorable old rascal, call for the end of the Green Party? 2 3

"There shouldn’t be a Green Party"

But wait!

"I really think we’ve got to drive the green agenda so it becomes everyone’s agenda," Suzuki said to an Agora audience of about 150.

"But until they understand that, yes, this has got to be the way we all act, it’s going to continue to be a political football.""

So, David Suzuki envisions a day when the Green Party is no longer needed and this counts as a "rebuke" to the Green Party itself? Canadian politics cant be that boring can it?

At times like this...

2008-10-14T06:04:00.000-07:00

I'm bloody glad we have two earnest, boring scottish economists running the country with bags under their eyes and their hair in a shambles.

As opposed to the rosy-cheeked, well-rested, sneering cherubs of the pin-striped, Vivat Bacchus, Islington set that got the world into this mess.

Jasper to Calgary!

2008-10-14T05:15:00.001-07:00

An exhilirating, LONG drive through the mountains, foothills and plains of Alberta. Calgary by way of Jasper, the Columbia Ice-Fields, Lake Louise and Banff. Photos when I get them.

One quarter of the return journey, in one of my favourite Youtubes:

Watch the hi-def version here, always wanted to film the journey from Stoke to Chester...not sure as that was quite as exciting as the routes I drive nowadays though.

Averting Human Extinction

2008-10-06T15:03:00.000-07:00

The Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists:

"The facts are sobering. More than 99.9 percent of species that have ever existed on Earth have gone extinct."

"Humanity could be extinguished as early as this century by succumbing to natural hazards, such as an extinction-level asteroid or comet impact, supervolcanic eruption, global methane-hydrate release, or nearby supernova or gamma-ray burst. (Perhaps the most probable of these hazards, supervolcanism, was discovered only in the last 25 years, suggesting that other natural hazards may remain unrecognized.)"

And citing NASA Administrator Michael Griffin:

"The history of life on Earth is the history of extinction events, and human expansion into the Solar System is, in the end, fundamentally about the survival of the species."

I've long considered the Universe a mostly sterile place, and our place in it explicable only by the odds of our being here being only slightly less infinitesimally small than the Universe is huge. We've relied on dumb luck to survive so far, coddled in an evolutionary breathing space between mass-extinction events, our time will run out on Earth and the only fundamental way we can survive is to harness our natural instinct toward curiosity and innovation, we're in a race against the universe.

Palin the Sportscaster

2008-10-04T18:09:00.000-07:00

The VP debate was a pretty drab, empty affair for me, all I got from it was the body-language, and I'm not the only one; Roger Ebert:

"Listening to her voice, you could also sense when she felt she'd survived the deep waters of improvisation and was climbing onto the shore of talking points. When she was on familiar ground, she perked up, winked at the audience two or three times, and settled with relief into the folksiness that reminds me strangely of the characters in "Fargo.""

And Jonathan Raban:

"Palin never thinks. Instead, she relies on a limited stock of facts, bright generalities and pokerwork maxims, all as familiar and well-worn as old pennies. Given any question, she reaches into her bag for the readymade sentence that sounds most nearly proximate to an answer, and, rather than speaking it, recites it, in the upsy-downsy voice of a middle-schooler pronouncing the letters of a word in a spelling bee. She then fixes her lips in a terminal smile. In the televised game shows that pass for political debates in the US, it’s a winning technique: told that she has 15 seconds in which to answer, Palin invariably beats the clock, and her concision and fluency more than compensate for her unrelenting triteness."

I couldnt get the image of Palin the Sportscaster out of my mind. Trained in that infuriating American TV habit of addressing the camera rather than the human-being they are ostensibly talking to. A dead-eyed, condescending and phoney habit I've loathed since I watched British presenters struggle with it during our coverage there of American football.

Palin treated the debate as she would a sportscast, her at-hand clutch of empty sporting cliches replaced with a clutch of empty, trite soundbites about the 'media' or 'hockey-moms' or 'mavericks'.

The View from my Window(s)

2008-09-28T16:27:00.001-07:00

Our front window looks out on to the Henry Thornton Village and Whistler's Mountain about 10km in the distance.

The window in our bedroom looks out towards the forested foothills of Signal Mountain. It looks out toward the east and so we get to see the sun-rise in the morning, at night-time it is pitch dark so we get the best stars I've seen anywhere, and it currently seems to be where one of the bull Elk chills out during the day.

Living in Jasper: Fall

2008-09-27T16:23:00.000-07:00

Its the Autumn, so the Elk are running wild all over the bloody place.

I believe there are two big bulls running around the Lodge with a harem each, this guy was strutting around the car-park the other day.

I've gotten very used to Elk and it took me a minute or two to realise that to see a huge deer wandering absent-mindedly around your apartment complex isnt actually the norm, so I took a picture. I took it from the porch outside our apartment.

The Elk make the brief walk from our car to our apartment a bit more exciting and they make loud rutting noises all day and all night (imagine a strangled horse's neigh mixed with the braying of a donkey), but they also hold up traffic when a dozen American tourists stop to peer at them.

Also, the red and grey rocks of the mountains are being squeezed between a rapidly reddening foliage and an expanding white cap at their peak. Every day it gets a wee bit bigger.

Where Dawkins is Wrong

2008-09-21T16:46:00.001-07:00

Oliver Kamm writes about secularism in The Times and concludes with an observation on Dawkins' call for a kind of Atheist political movement:

"I do not wish to see, and will not sign up to, an organised interest group of atheists, because atheism is a private belief, of no civic significance. So is religious belief."

While I have always enjoyed Richard Dawkins' work, they are undoubtedly the work of a, incredibly well-read, scientist. Not a politician.

So I always squirmed a little bit when I would read his comparisons of the nascent atheist populations of America to the struggle of it's homosexual population, and the need for an Atheists Rights movements along the lines of the Gay Rights movement.

For what would an Atheist in America or Europe struggle toward? The right not to have to look at a Hijab? The right not to have to listen to a red-faced, podium-thumping preacher? Or would Dawkins' movement be a proscriptive one? Denying the religious the right to 'brainwash' their kids?

I'm not a big fan of proscriptive movements, and my hostility to religion has nothing to do with politics.

Future Projects

2008-09-20T17:53:00.000-07:00

An Aquaponic Aquarium/Herb Garden;
A home-made Arcade cabinet;
Aaaand a home-made 3D TV (two LCD screens and a two-way mirror)

Reading on the Web

2008-09-20T17:44:00.000-07:00

Reminded me of University;

"A 2003 Nielsen warning asserted that a PDF file strikes users as a "content blob," and they won't read it unless they print it out. A "booklike" page on screen, it seems, turns them off and sends them away"

And the reams and reams of paper I wasted because I couldnt, absolutely couldnt, read a PDF file or a scanned book from the screen. I had to print all twenty odd pages of each of dozens of files, move a few yards away from the computer, and read them there.

Also, I skipped the vast majority of that article.

People who arent Christians in irrationality shocker!

2008-09-19T18:11:00.000-07:00

Anyone who has spent more than a few days perusing the internet or run across one of those airy, earnest, tattooed/pierced young women in highly perfumed gift shops cant be hugely surprised at the smirking 'revelation' of Mollie Ziegler Hemingway, that so-called Atheists are more prone to the temptations of quackery and pseudo-science.

Unfortunately for Hemingway, the statistics dont really bear out her argument that Christians are more skeptical toward superstition, primarily because to be Christian in the first place requires a belief and devotion to a superstition, and that their particular belief, say in consuming the blood of a two thousand year old messiah or in excising the foreskin of a baby lest it be condemned to an eternal Hell, tends to preclude belief in other, 'crazier' superstitions.

Whatever the statistics say about Christianity, its what they say about atheists that is most troubling and I think is the natural response to a critical flaw in the current obsession among rationalist crusaders to focus their attention on the quiet mass of Americans who go to Church every week.

Its not so much the besuited Christian we need worry about, but the 'I'm not religious but I am spiritual' crowd, who are ready to rush into Dawkin's and Hitchen's post-Christian vacuum and refuse their kids crucial vaccines and doom us all to vaguely condescending lectures about the healing qualities of a huge chunk of carbon.

Oh, and the Muslims.

Apparently there is an election going on?

2008-09-19T17:36:00.000-07:00

The Canadian federal election is set for October the 14th. Living in Alberta means that its going to largely pass us by. Alberta has a stake, as the nations largest repository of oil, as to who wins the election, its more sensitive than others to the Green economics of Dion's Liberals and has the lowest overall tax rate of all the provinces.

But while it arguably has the most to lose, Alberta wont really play a part in this election. Its such a solidly Conservative province that Stephen Harper feels confident ignoring it (Dion showed up to the university in Edmonton, I believe).

Right now I feel like I'm living in leafy Kent...only with 3.5 million people and the size of bloody Europe.

Jogging the JPL again

2008-09-16T15:39:00.000-07:00

Infuriating Andrew Sullivan

2008-09-11T17:18:00.000-07:00

"we seem to be on the verge of a financial crisis of potentially severe proportions, we have a nuclear-armed rogue state with a leadership in flux in North Korea, we have a direct war between the United States and the Taliban in Pakistani territory - and John McCain wants to talk about "lipstick on a pig" and a woman who didn't know the difference between a Shiite and Sunni two weeks ago. (I'm sure they've programmed her now)"

"This is the most shambolic campaign I have ever witnessed in a general election."

Unfortunately, this isnt a shambolic campaign in the slightest, its actually depressingly brilliant.

Much has been said of the dwindling of the Karl Rove mode of campaigning. How in a change election the Republicans cant rely on the cultural wedge to pry a 51% victory. But you dont need a wedge issue to get that 51% when you can ingeniously fuse a rallying symbol for the Christianist base with the kind of rolled-sleeves, baby-balancing, power-woman that can snatch that vital 1-2% away from Obama.

And all the while she dominates the media, leaving it to Obama to perputuate some ridiculous story about Lipstick while her myriad scandals slide into shrugging obscurity.

New Blog Header!

2008-09-05T15:13:00.001-07:00

If only I could find a way to have Blogger alternate between the two whenever people load up the site... That kinda code is way beyond me.

Palin Redux

2008-09-02T17:30:00.000-07:00

Well, I think I was mostly correct in my assessment of Governor Palin's potential use as a campaign tool (although not as an actual Vice-President).

When I wrote that post, I assumed that John McCain had done the requisite vetting and that she had a clean history or she absolutely wouldnt have been chosen. My mistake I suppose.

Now the Republican convention has been overshadowed by developing stories on abuses of power (getting an ex brother-in-law fired during a custody hearing), lies and membership of seccessionist political parties and by the inevitable and concomitant questions surrounding McCain's competence as a leader.

McCain has crippled his campaign: he can stick with Palin and trudge through a campaign in which her issues completely overshadow his message, or he can get rid of her in what can only really be a humiliating admission of basic incompetence in assembling an administration.

Manchester City

2008-09-02T16:56:00.000-07:00

Oh dear, about sums it up for me really.

Not wanting to be outdone by the likes of Chelsea or Real Madrid when it comes to vulgarity, Manchester City, it's bum still sore after bending over for a corrupt and murderous Taiwanese autocrat, has now spread it's legs for an indolent and juvenile Arab sheikh.

Like a teenage boy who has just figured out how to edit a club's finances on Football Manager, Dr Al-Fahim plans to buy "a minimum 18" new players, including Robinho for 32m and Ronaldo for 135m.

Chelsea have found it harder than they expected to create a 'brand' with the worldwide appeal of Manchester United, Abramovich has discovered, after a few years in the game, that self-respect, consistency and competence matter as much as an infinite bank account.

Manchester City evidently have no self-respect, and I wonder how their fans will react to becoming not just the most hated team in the UK, but also the most derided and scorned and ridiculed.

It really is a shame.

Living in the Future

2008-08-29T15:58:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, as I run along Lac Beauvert, listening to some impossibly fast, sampled drum-beats transmitted from a matchbox size hard-drive in my pocket and with an anonymous woman telling me I've travelled "Four. Point. Six. Five. Kilometers. At a rate of. Four. Minutes. Fifty. Five. Seconds. A kilometer.", deducing my distance and pace by the cadence of my footfall, I often wonder if I'm not living in the future, and that all that would be needed for my life to have taken that final step into science-fiction would be a little Heads-Up-Display in my eyesight, telling me how far I was going, what I was listening to, points of interest etc.

Oh wait...

The Guns'n'Weed VP

2008-08-29T14:22:00.000-07:00

Consensus on the internet seems to regard Sarah Palin's nomination as a calculated and cynical grab at the disaffected Hillary Vote. This is transparently so, her nomination is absolutely a campaign decision rather than a governing one and seems to me to reflect a desperation among the GOP just as Biden's nomination reflects a presumption in the mood of the Democrats (Biden being nominated to govern, more than campaign).

But Palin seems to be alot more than this. She seems to be the perfect GOP candidate. She is attractive, young, forward-looking and female. She favours offshore drilling and the opening of the ANWR but is tempered with the instinctive, conservative environmentalism of the blue-collar north-west. She is a devout, pro-life Christian but is steeped in the guns'n'weed, leave me alone creed of the Alaskan polity. She has had an impressively perfect little life (beauty-queen, star athlete, childhood sweetheart) but struggles with the eminently relatable problems of bringing up a family (Disabled kids, custody battles).

In the campaign she will attract the base of the GOP without scaring off the independents, like George W Bush she will flourish and shine under the dimmed lights of lowered expectations and make Joe Biden look like an over-bearing bully, and she will do this all for the price of the 'experience' weapon.

Not a bad trade off really.

Robot Aliens

2008-08-20T14:38:00.000-07:00

According to Steven Dick, there's a more than 50% chance that they are already there, ignoring us in their virtual worlds as we toil down here on our pile of mud.

I tend to disagree and like to think that on matters of such unknowable scale that my guess is as good as anyone else's. Someone has to win the lottery, be the first, be the only, and we've already beaten astronomical odds to be here at all, let alone at the stage where a technological singularity looms large within our lifetime or the next.

October 28th

2008-08-20T14:33:00.000-07:00

So I have just over two months to find myself a computer that can play this. I only have so many organs, but then again, I should only be in the position I am just this once. Hmmm

Pandering to the Jock Demo

2008-08-20T13:36:00.000-07:00

Martha Bayles laments the uncritical and accepted development of the taboo bashing, gross-out films of the Farrelly Brothers and Ben Stiller et al:

"this mentality can be summed up simply: Young men have no minds, souls, or characters worth bothering about; they care about nothing, respect nothing, and aspire to nothing. They are pure appetite and aggression, just waiting to be pandered to for money. So may the best panderer win."

I can partly agree with Bayles, in that for every Tropic Thunder or Kingpin there is ten or twelve Harold and Kumars or American Pie sequels: straight to DVD efforts, moulded by commitee and drained of any and all sophistication and wit until only the vomit, seminal fluid and mysoginism remains.

I think a far more apt target for Bayles' scorn is the advertising companies of America and Canada; in whose minds the male population really do have no minds, souls or characters, are simply animals of appetite and aggression, who buy beer so that they can fuck equally void, bland young things and who need to be tricked into buying toiletries by shaping them into manly truck wheels and calling them 'tools'.

Smear Campaigns: Odious but Ineffective?

2008-08-19T17:03:00.000-07:00

Brendan Nyhan, commenting on a New York Times in Review piece, postulates on the supposed effectiveness of famous campaign ads:

"While I obviously have normative concerns about misleading campaign attacks, it's much less clear that the LBJ ad had "crushing smear power," that the Swift Boat ads "severely undercut" John Kerry, or that Michael Dukakis lost his 17-point lead in the polls as a result of the Willie Horton ad. The leading models of presidential elections predicted that Goldwater, Kerry, and Dukakis would lose. Journalists tend to construct post hoc narratives based on dramatic visuals from debates and campaign ads, ignoring the fundamentals that actually drive elections (the state of the economy, presidential approval, war casualties, etc.)"

This is fair enough, but I think the election of 2004 is somewhat different, being such a dead-heat for so long that it was inordinately responsive to the actions of 527's like the Swift Boat Vets (which, it seems, did have rather an effect on the polls, when any effect would have been decisive). With the last two elections being so close and the next seemingly not deviating from this emerging pattern, the 'smear' campaigns, their attempts to define candidates and the small effects these will have on the polls are all going to become more important, and of course, the more important they become, the more they will be integrated into a media narrative.

Whats interesting to me is whether, in times of national depression or distress, times when the "fundamentals that drive elections" are more urgent and felt more keenly by the electorate, such tactics are more or less effective.

Camping on the Athabasca

2008-08-17T15:38:00.000-07:00

Spent the mid-week camping alongside the Athabasca river, just south of the falls. The wonderful thing about living in a national park is that all of this is literally just a walk away (or a half-hour drive, if you want the luxury of an outhouse with toilet roll and a ready made fire-pit)

Managed to get the Mantis (that orange triangle there) up in record time, and I got to find out the correct way to climb a pine tree.

The Athabasca river is COLD, too cold to do anything other than paddle up to your ankles for a maximum of 90 seconds. It also flings along a current that would sweep away any living thing, it served as a gorgeous backdrop, a lovely noise to sleep by and made a nice breeze to escape the 90F heat.

Empty Idealism and the Crushing of a Democracy

2008-08-12T16:45:00.000-07:00

Christopher Hitchens has on more than one ocassion denounced foreign policy realists such as Brent Scowcroft, for their unabashed support for the status quo in places like Iraq and Darfur. He is absolutely right to do so, when the end result of these realist policies is the slow and torturous death of a people held under the genocidal rule of a gangster tyrant.

However, If the Russian-Georgia fighting has demonstrated anything, its that an empty and thoughtless idealism can be just as damaging as a cold and calculating realism.

Gregory Djerejian outlines this, comparing the rhetoric of John McCain in his reflection of the current US regime's (and Barack Obama's) desperate rush to have Georgia join NATO, to the cautious advice given by George Kennan:

"(E)xpanding NATO would be the most fateful error of American policy in the entire post-cold war era. Such a decision may be expected to inflame the nationalistic, anti-Western and militaristic tendencies in Russian opinion; to have an adverse effect on the development of Russian democracy; to restore the atmosphere of the cold war to East-West relations, and to impel Russian foreign policy in directions decidedly not to our liking."

McCain, Obama and Bush all hold rather idealistic positions regarding Georgia, wishing to expand the NATO alliance, foster democracy in the caucuses and eventually bring to it the prosperity of the EU, all very laudable stuff. But when this idealism is empty, when words are used that implicate a form of action that is not forthcoming and when Georgian leaders are goaded into belligerent self-confidence by Dick Cheney, then America (and NATO) forfeits it's already slender credibility, with both the Russians and the Georgians, and a fledgling democracy is crushed by a Russian response.

2008; An Inevitably Retrospective Election.

2008-08-11T15:51:00.000-07:00

George W. Bush can tout any number of disputable achievements he has presided over since 2000, all of which can and will be argued over by the partisans of the left and the right for years to come.

None of these achievements comes close to what he has managed to do to the idea of retrospective voting.

Retrospective voting, at its most basic level is the judgement of the voting public on the performance of an incumbent. For this it requires an incumbent, if the incumbent is not running for office, how can they be judged, negatively or positively, by the voter?

George W. Bush and the election of 2008 demonstrate the answer to this question.

Make no mistake, America has had a chance to endorse Mr Bush and his politics. All but two of the Republican nominees shared facets of his leadership style and admiration for his initiatives in office; Rudy Guiliani reflected the unnacountable and authoritarian way in which Bush and Cheney have prosecuted the 'war on terror', Mick Huckabee the bellicose religiousity and Mitt Romney the sneering cynicism and say-anything mode of campaigning that gave Bush and Cheney their 51%.

All three were rejected, with only Mick Huckabee garnering any kind of enthusiasm from his evangelical base. Instead the Republicans and America in general opted for John McCain and the only chance of saving the Republican brand from the stain of the Bush/Cheney administration.

Incredibly, the election of 2008 has already become a retrospective renunciation of George W. Bush, before a ballot is cast and whatever the result may be.

Procedurally Generating Worlds

2008-08-11T15:13:00.000-07:00

Jim Rossignol writes in Wired about the use of algorithms to create procedurally generated worlds.

A tool that harnesses the power of algorithmic code to create giant worlds is a life-line to small developers who, as Rossignol notes, dont have the man-power of a Rockstar Games to create the individual alleyways and architecture of a New York size city.

I've often thought, since Sim City 4 refused to allow the computer to generate fresh terrain for me (couldnt be arsed to build mountains and spray trees and bears everywhere), about the application of algorithms to create landscapes.

So far, such tools are only practical for the broad and stylistic worlds of upcoming indie games such as Love or Introversion's Subversion. However I can see it eventually becoming useful to such world-crafters as Bethesda, whose giant lands tend to be rather sparse and dappled with cookie-cutter huts and villages. With an algorithm creating the world for them within defined parameters, it would free up man-power to individualise the virtual landscape and add depth to their virtual country, something for which they have had to rely on an army of unpaid, independent modders to add after the fact.

Algorithms will soon be able to paint the broad strokes of a developers work, allowing them to focus on the finer details.

Storms

2008-08-10T16:48:00.000-07:00

Stood by the window the other night to watch a storm explode behind Signal Mountain. There was not a cloud in the sky, the stars were out, but an unseen electrical storm raged a few miles behind the mountain, so that all we could see was the flare of an unseen lightning strike. It was pretty cool.

The best storms I have ever seen have been in Canada, one, while sat on the porch at 24 Cross Street, seemed to carry the entire weight of northern Ontario on it. Watching the storm I could see what drove transcendalists like Walt Whitman to worship North America as they did...it felt like we were on the edge of civilisation looking out to a roiling and endless wilderness.

The MOST impressive storm swept over us in Bon Echo provincial park, I can remember lying down and idly watching it blow up in the distance and drive toward us. A sharp wind blew, the pressure in the air changed and we all looked at each other for a second before scrambling to save our chili and pull down our Mantis(tm) dining tent around us. In less than five minutes we were pretty much in the centre of the storm, hanging on to the Mantis(tm) for dear life, the lightning lit up the orange fabric of the tent like a strobe disco, illuminating the darkness every second or so to highlight panicked and smiling faces, it was a blast. It ruined our tent, we slept in rainwater that night, but it was pretty feckin' awesome.

Canada is....

2008-08-10T16:40:00.000-07:00

...Botwood Falls, Bedford, Belleterre, Bancroft, Bearskin Lake, Brandon, Boissevain, Bathurst Inlet, Biggar, Buffalo Head Prairie, Burns Lake, Burwarm Landing, Beaver Creek...

Olympics? What Olympics?

2008-08-09T17:39:00.000-07:00

Having no TV and three radio stations (two of which are identical, classic-rock stations) the Olympics are passing me by.

The only thing to have attracted my attention thus far is the disgraceful behaviour of some American athletes, who emerged from their plane wearing gas masks, as if the slightest intake of Chinese air would infect them with some kind of horrible disease. Behaviour like this strikes me as not only incredibly rude but bordering on xenophobia in the ease and rush to believe the very worst exaggerations about Beijing and its air. The athletes have since apologised.

Canoeing on Lac Beauvert

2008-08-08T16:42:00.000-07:00

Compliments of a good friend here at JPL, Sarah and I got a free canoe rental and decided to cool off in the 30 degree heat by pottering around Lac Beauvert.

The water looks incredible, so clear and colourful that it didnt look real. Sadly, things like that tend to bring to mind videogames to me, so I looked at how fantastic the water looked and thought of the fancy-pants DX10 water of Crysis. Sad but true.

Lac Beauvert is essentially a big bowl of ice-water, so while the water looks incredibly inviting as you swelter under the noon-day sun, its actually bloody freezing cold.

Perhaps the most incredible thing about our brief time on the lake was the visit of a pair of loons. We've been camping many times, Sarah and me, and Loons have always been, to me, the sound of the dusk and dawn and stolen glimpses of dots on the horizon. Evidently the loons around here are quite accustomed to the presence of people, they glided singing by our boat with little caution, only diving under the water when it looked like we might collide. The clarity of the water meant that we could see them swimming, an impossible sight in the murky lakes of Ontario, and an incredible one.

Jasper + iPod + Rotersand

2008-08-05T18:28:00.000-07:00

1km
My leg aches a little bit, the muscles there, like pieces of chewing gum, need to be worked before they are supple enough to withstand the constant impact of the asphalt road leading out of Jasper Park Lodge. Dare to Live makes for an energetic start, a slight, pulsating element of trance to push me off the starting blocks.

3km
Reaching the bridge over the Athabasca river, I'm just about getting into my stride. Looking to my left I get one of the best views of Pyramid mountain. I cross all three bridges and head down into the trail that leads to Jasper, the hardest part is just ahead and Storm begins to stir on my iPod.

4km
A slight incline punishes my legs and leaves my heart bursting, Storm reaches its peak, it's explosive and pulsating beat pushes me up the path until I reach the top, gasping and struggling to lift my legs in the heat.

Once I reach the top of the path, Storm clears, as if on cue, and the relaxed, peaceful chords of By the Waters take over, reflecting the sheer bloody relief of seeing a lovely downhill road stretch out before me, with Signal Mountain squatting happily behind it.

6km

This is the point where I start begging myself to stop, no music really helps here, but the slow and strained chords The Last Ship (Part 2) reflect my mood pretty perfectly. The hard parts over but the end is still pretty far away. I'm trudging on down what seems an endless bloody road, my body is changing gears and my legs hurt. This is the longest kilometer.

7.5km

Things are a lot easier now, psychologically I know that I'm pretty close to the end, and I seem to have caught a second wind. I've left the long winding road and moved onto a sandy trail. I clap my hands here, I'm still quite close to the Lodge and this trail is well-used, but all the bear encounters I've been involved in or heard about have been within walking distance of where people live (including one cranky and injured bear strolling around the Baseball diamond outside my apartment). The trail takes me around Lac Beauvert and into the Lodge, over a lovely bridge with an awesome view of Mount Edith Cavell.

Once again, Rotersand seem to pre-empt my new found energy and compliment it with the cautiously buoyant and combative beats of Undone.

9km

I'm nearly done, I follow the trail around Lac Beauvert and through the Lodge's small marina. A lot of people come to the Lodge to get married in front of the lake and Mounts Whistler and Edith Cavel. As well as my own, I may be in the photographs of two other weddings, a sweaty blur in trackpants rather than a shaking blur in a kilt.

10km

I come off the trail at pretty much the same point I started, handily there is a start/finish line that pretty much exactly demarcates where my last kilometer ends. I tend to get tunnel vision at this point, staring listlessly at the small wooden barrier that marks the finish line. I have found it helps an awful lot to imagine Sarah there waiting for me, I'm hoping her actual presence in Vancouver will push me under the 52 minute mark.

Bioshock

2008-08-03T17:01:00.000-07:00

I'm pissed off with Bioshock, I feel cheated, misled.

I'm sure I played 2K Boston's game, but all can recall is watching it, taking it in. The gameplay was purely incidental. I can remember the shock of being thrust in a flaming ocean, I can remember marvelling at the elegant, art-deco architecture, I can remember losing myself in the artistic consistency of the world 2K Boston had created, sucking in with a grinning appreciation it's nods to Ayn Rand. I remember still the trepidatious awe of my first encounter with a Big Daddy, the buzzing neon and stylish advertisements and I remember the brilliance of Andrew Ryan's revelation, one of those ingenious twists that transforms any consequent play-throughs into marathons of forehead-slapping disbelief.

All these things were enough that, having finished the game after a week, I left with the impression of having played one of those masterpieces that emerge for the PC every four or five years... a Deus Ex, or a System Shock or a Grim Fandango. I suspect the writers of every 95% and over review felt the same way.

It was only months later, in the shower that I remembered with a bemused "Hang on just a bloody minute!" about actually playing the game.

This time I remembered the plethora of weapons and powers I didnt use because the game literally threw ammunition at me after every fire-fight, I remembered the false choice that the game put to you: whether to hamper yourself and free the little girls or aid yourself in destroying them (2K Boston copped out and made them both pretty much equivalent, in gameplay terms) and I remembered feeling absolutely no tension whatsoever, safe in the knowledge that should anything go wrong I would respawn a few doors back to restart the firefight where I left off.

The only elements I struggled to remember were the anemic 'hacking' system and the incongruously over-blown boss fight.

The game is a bamboozle, a con-artist. It distracts with it's complex and thoughtful treatise on Objectivism, it's beautiful, consistent, unique and detailed world and it's superb and superbly delivered dialogue, pushing you obliviously through the kind of straight-forward, linear shoot'em up that you'd otherwise leave to marinade on the $5 shelf of Best Buy.

Months later and its still there, on your hard-drive, as you scratch your head and shake your fist at the bloody nerve of it!

Edmonton

2008-08-01T16:53:00.000-07:00

Spent the Mid-Week in Edmonton with Sarah, with plans to spend the night at the Fairmont and the following day investigating the West Edmonton Mall.

The 366km drive East was lovely, a long, lonely high-way, punctuated by Hinton and Edson and a few tiny burgs. A lot of the way the only radio we received were a country-music station and 'The Rig', a rock-station for truckers.

Sarah remarked that Edmonton made her think of the Toronto of twenty years ago, she loved the kitsch, the faded old signage still painted on the side of a lot of the buildings and the public art that dotted the downtown.

It reminded me a lot of the big cities of the UK; friendly, unassuming, working-class cities like Birmingham or Glasgow. Edmonton seems to be adjusting to Alberta's incredible wealth, and prestige-stores and corporate art is squeezed where it can be among the dated, eighties facade of a lot of the buildings. The elegant, tall windows of an Apple or Abercrombie and Fitch are wedged under a sand-colored, pebble dashed monolith, itself bedecked with a Miami-Vice pink neon script.

The Fairmont was lovely, the first time i'd stayed in a really posh hotel (four diamond!), we had what should have been an inordinately expensive dinner, with an apropriately doting and avuncular waiter. A very lovely experience.

Curiously, the Alberta Legislature Building had a Union Jack and an Alberta flag, but not a Canadian flag.
The West Edmonton Mall really does look horrible from the outside, my heart sank a little as we got near it, a giant, sand coloured building, squatting on the horizon. Inside it reminded me a lot of the mall in Milton Keynes, rows of shops seperated by long water-features and plants, its probably four times the size of the Center:MK though. Inside we browsed around, like a pair of bush-whacked country-folk, wide-eyed and gasping at all the shiny things and the massive bookstores and the three (three!) La Senza stores.

Ended the day by watching The Dark Knight at the IMAX screen there, the IMAX and the speaker system were a world apart from the quaint wee cinema we watched the film in initially.

Canada is....

2008-07-29T16:41:00.000-07:00

...Arnold's Cove, Argentia, Amherst, Alberton, Alma, Amqui, Asbestos, Aupaluk, Alexandria, Athens, Armstrong, Altona, Athabasca, Ashern, Assiniboia, Arborfield, Anzac, Abbortsford, Alice Arm, Arviat, Aklavik...

British Holiday-Makers

2008-07-29T16:22:00.000-07:00

One thing one soon notices about Canadians is how radioactive with cheer they are. As a typically anti-social Brit, it soon becomes exhausting the process of smiling, nodding and saying a quick 'hallo' to everyone you wander past. Being friendly is such hard work!

You can see this in the British holiday-makers who travel to Canada, at first these hapless individuals seem perpetually befuddled: people they dont know are actually talking to them! After a few days this goggle-eyed confusion turns into a depleted and terrified rictus grin: These people keep talking to us, dear!

The Roads

2008-07-28T16:45:00.000-07:00

"Why the heck are Canadian roads so bloody awful?" I asked Sarah "The UK is nothing but roads, and we seem to manage it alright"

"Because we actually have a winter" she replied casually.

Couldn't really argue with that.