Why some control of the press does not mean Hitler
Boing Boing is one of the most enjoyable blogs around. It combines silly shit with genuinely interesting shit in a format that people like me have loved for years. From time to time, editors of Boing Boing, respected as they are as media experts, get a chance to comment on current affairs on newspaper websites like that of The Guardian. This is cool because new media arseholes like myself yearn for old media recognition. Well, I don't. But the rest of them do.
So Cory Doctorow, the dude from Boing Boing, gets to write a column from time to time for The Guardian. Which is something I'd love to do (except for the rooting around in my private life, the tall poppy syndrome mentality and the likelihood of my words being twisted by some scumbag on a personal blog: kudos for avoiding comments on your column, Cory: that's the best way to stop dissent).
In his column, Doctorow celebrates the downfall of the News of the World because of its revolting tactics [it's the paper's attitude which was even more revolting as far as I'm concerned], but warns that such a case ought not be used to "rein in the press".
Doctorow, full of the fear of fascism, agonises:
For me, the phrase "the press is too powerful" is as chilling as "these elections are too time-consuming" or "this secret ballot is just a farce" or "due process is too expensive; we know who's guilty and who isn't." It is a contradiction in terms: for while it's possible for a particular company or cartel to be too powerful, the idea that the institution of the press is too powerful is Orwellian. If a media company grows too powerful, that generally means the press is not powerful enough: an all-eclipsing media empire blots out press freedom by monopolising distribution channels, distorting discourse and allying itself with this party or that in exchange for favours and (of course) more power. A powerful press is one built on vigorous, pluralistic debate, one that allows new voices to emerge and new points of view to be heard. The more diverse the press is, the more powerful it becomes.
Sadly, this is his response to suggestions that the press (that old dog we can't quite bring ourselves to shoot) ought not regulate itself, but that someone else should take a look at the whole mess and... sort shit out.
When I say "the press is too powerful", I do not mean, "there ought to be a commission what decides on what, how and why a newspaper reports a story". No, I mean to say: "the press, outside of its service of information to the people, and reporting important news and suchlike, ought not exert such power over Government that said Government is rendered entirely at the mercy of a foreign man hellbent on a personal crusade whose ideology is exactly that by which he became the most powerful media magnate in our history".
I hope the entire empire comes tumbling down.
Incidentally, England already has very attractive and lucrative libel laws. So Doctorow clearly doesn't know what he's talking about.
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Volcanoes, peak oil, food and the changes we'll all need to accept
The skies over London and most of the rest of northern Europe are quiet this weekend. Eyjafjallajökull's ash stopped my poor sister from going to New York (a trip she'd been looking forward to for months) and has stranded several friends and colleagues. After the initial 'wow, they're really stopping all the flights!' reaction, the press has now reverted to their usual scaremongering. Apparently, the UK might soon suffer shortages of fresh fruit and vegetables.
Sorry, I'll say that again: the UK is apparently at risk of fruit and veg shortages. This is the UK, which has some of the finest and most fertile farmland in Europe. Obviously, it has been a pretty tough winter but to me this is a symptom of everything that has gone wrong in our modern world: we've stopped growing and eating the vegetables we can produce in March and April in England and instead we fly pineapples in from Ghana and baby sweetcorn from Thailand. This links in to everything: we're no longer in anyway self-sufficient, we encourage poorer countries to produce food for foreign markets instead of their own, and we fly food in from all over the world: wrong, wrong, wrong.
It's likely that the volcano's influence on Britain's supermarkets won't last too long. But that doesn't mean things will be fine forever and ever. With the US military warning that we'll have passed peak oil production by 2015 (though we must bear in mind that this might just be some kind of move in a game we can't see, like trying to invade Iran or something) - it seems to be totally undeniable that we're all going to have to accept some pretty significant changes to the way we live.
Whereas in recent years, eating local, seasonal food cooked slowly has been a sort of retrospective pleasure of the wealthy middle class food snobs in Europe, I reckon that in a few years, that'll be basically the only way to eat. We might have to accept too that baby sweetcorn and pineapple become birthday treats to be longed for and savoured. What we can't grow fairly locally, or ship in the old fashioned way, we shouldn't be eating.
But that's not the only change I can see happening. As it'll become more difficult and expensive to transport goods, most European countries will need to start looking once again to local manufacturing and industry. We'll have to rely less on plastics and other polymers which are also sourced from the petrochemical industry: look around you right now and see if you can identify any item from the last 50 years which definitely didn't rely on petrochemicals at some point in its production. We'll have to accept changes in the quality and the quantity of goods that are available.
OK so this post may well sound a little paranoid and rambling. I suppose I'm still trying to organise my thoughts. But my point is that I think it's very likely that we'll all have to accept some pretty massive changes to our lives over the next few years and decades. In a way, this volcano is something of a gift because it can remind us of how unsustainable our happy European lives have become.
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Is it just me or do they look like they're dancing?

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"One World, One Dream" – against totalitarianism
There's something in me that switches off when pro-Tibet protesters hang a banner off San Francisco's Golden Gate bridge, declaring "One World, One Dream: Free Tibet". One world, one dream, eh? I mean what does that even mean? That the whole world wants Tibet to be free? That the 'one world' is united in that 'one dream'?

Photo from sfthqphotos, at Flickr
Tibet and its treatment at the hands of Chinese authoritarianism is an important issue. But 'One World, One Dream'? If the protesters had wanted to make a decent point, they'd have opposed the Oympic Games all together. 'One World, One Dream: Bread' would have moved me a lot more.
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Idiocracy: reasons not to like Kate Nash
Gemma and I recently watched the 2006 film Idiocracy and I can't recommend it enough. Luke Wilson plays the most average man in the US armed forces, who is selected for a top secret experiment into freeze-drying humans. He was meant to be awoken after a year but - you guessed it - ends up being frozen for 500 years. In the meantime, various factors combine to cause the human race to gradually become more and more stupid. They replace water with Gatorade, watch films called things like 'ASS' (which features one close-up of a man's arse farting for 90 minutes) and are governed by an incredibly vain former pro-wrestler. Actually, it felt more like 50 years in the future than 500, but you get the point.
Shortly afterwards, we watched 5 minutes of Big Brother on Channel 4 and switched off, shocked. Yes, Big Brother was stupid before we ever saw Idiocracy but it had always at least seemed funny. Not any more. Society really does feel like it's getting stupider. Dumbing down, it's often called. BBC Breakfast has been reduced to a 2-hour commercial for forthcoming BBC television programmes. Car surfing is the new cool pastime. Kate Nash is in the charts.
There are many reasons to dislike Kate Nash. Her popularity, for example, or her chart success. It would be perfectly acceptable to dislike her for sounding very similar to Lily Allen - the dropped-aitches of their mockney accents are particularly grating. But none of these things make me dislike Kate Nash as much as her lyric:
You said I must eat so many lemons
Cos I am so bitter
You see, lemons aren't bitter. They're sour. Now I'm not the first to point this out but I am probably the first to waste half an hour writing a blog post about it. That lyric renders an already poisonously self-involved and poorly structured song so infuriating that I nearly wept when I first heard it. Last time I heard it, I immediately thought of Idiocracy. I mean, sure, there have always been bad pop lyrics around but this young woman is being lauded on all sides. She's being given recognition and praise for a songwriting talent that just doesn't exist.
Another thing I don't like about Kate Nash is her use of the gender card. Responding to yet another suggestion that she might sound a little bit like Lily Allen, Nash said:
It's lazy journalism and also quite sexist that there's not enough room for more than one female singer songwriter from London
No, Kate: the reason that people are comparing you to Lily Allen is because you sound more or less exactly the same as her. It's not sexism at all and I reckon it's pretty low of you to use such a fallacious claim in order to divert attention away from your rubbish music.
So, yeah, I don't like Kate Nash.
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Time to go!
It's been time for Tony to go since he lied to the House of Commons about WMDs and so on. But now will do, too. Not content with becoming the first Prime Minister ever to be questioned by police, Blair can now claim to be the first Prime Minister ever to be questioned twice by police! Do we really have to wait until he's the first Prime Minister to be sent to jail?
The timing of yesterday's 'terror' arrests seemed to be very convenient too. At midnight, the main story was Levy being arrested again but by 8 a.m. the terror raid had swept everything else to the side. I'm not exactly alleging a conspiracy but the raid was handled by a government depratment....
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What is a 'guiri'?
Andrew, aka Guirilandia (which is, let's face it, the best BCN blog there is), has written an astute article about the label many of us are given daily... and unfairly.
If only he could get Larry Kovaks on the case... too bad they don't know eachother.
I have been drinking a little Anis de Marseille. Penalties, for Christ's sake.
Incidentally, we've had a record few days here. Clearly my World Cup hogwash went down well. God bless.
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The PP loves victims of terrorism
During their time in power as well as during their disgraceful period in opposition, the PP have put nearly all of their energy into dividing Spain. Their constant jibes and threats - targeted against not only the left-wing but against distinct national groups within Spain - have changed this country and have increased tensions between Catalans, Basques, Spaniards, immigrants, conservatives, liberals and socialists.
This is a typical modus operandi for a one-policy party. Political entities of this type have no real philosophy or plan behind them other than the manufacture of fear among the populus. And they're very successful at it. Intelligent, reserved Spaniards and Catalans whom I know are hesitant to pursue their own political goals because of a perceived threat that if modernisation of this country 'goes too far', the right wing will ruin things again.
The PP use this fear to divide the people of Spain. They use it to radicalise Spanish politics. These methods only ever benefit the PP and are all the more disgraceful because they are merely a means to attempt to regain power: as we have made very clear before, the PP does not believe in anything except its own right to control Spain.
To try and derail peace talks between the government and ETA, peace talks which the PP have already agreed to, purely in order to win political points, is the most abhorrent and repulsive act so far committed by this party. Their aim is clearly to gain power at all costs: even if it means that the streets of Spain run with the blood of more victims of terrorism. To call the PP simply power-hungry and divisive is to miss the point. The PP care so little for the people of Spain that they would rather see them dead than alive; if it meant that they controlled la Moncloa. So the question now is whether you'd like to see more victims of terrorism or fewer. The PP know which they'd prefer, and that's why they're trying to provoke more violence.
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Tigers in my bedroom
Last night was awful. That's why I'm in on a Friday evening. Last night was horrendous.I'm not sure if these buggers have made it into the city... perhaps this is the price you pay for living in the suburbs? I'm talking about the tiger mosquito.
The tiger mosquito made it to Sant Cugat about two years ago. Last year, they crossed over to Cerdanyola and my bedroom. They don't care if it's daytime or darkness. They have absolutely no respect for the rules. For example, if I switch my anti-mosquito air freshener on, the tigers don't give a toss. They find a spot where they can't smell the noxious fumes and bite me anyway. If I liberally apply insect repellent (as I did last night), they find the patches of skin I missed and bite me there. In fact, they even bit me on parts I had 'protected' last night. (I'm talking about my elbow, perverts). And when they bite me, they suck for England. I develop huge, swollen whelts which itch and weep for a week.
As much as I love the arrival of summer, it always heralds the arrival of the tigers. To be fair, the other mosquitos get their share too, but it's the tigers who are particularly successful in their invasion... in fact, one just landed on my hand. Nice. Even smoking extra strong cigarettes and joints does nothing to deter them.
I admit that it's not just the tigers. I have sweet blood which all biting insects seem to savour as if I'm sort of bug-BullÃ. I feel like I should apply for mosquito Michelin stars. I've tried eating marmite, but they seem to like that even more. Gin and tonic, while not technically an insect repellent, is my new project. Even if it doesn't stop them biting me, at least I'll be too pissed to hear their horrid screaming in my ears. Tiger mosquitoes drove me to drink.
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briefly… a stupid man
Another target for the rotten egg list, if ever there was one, is Jorge Valín. This guy, writing in the happily far-right-wing Spain Herald (whose John Aust I have grown to like, to a fashion) considers a poll result which has 75% of French youths expressing a desire to work in the civil service.
This 75 percent naively believes that employment is the same as wealth and production, but a job where you don't do anything (and this is the aim of civil servants) adds no value to the community.
Well, Jorge, tell that to my future parents-in-law, who work hard at the Autonomous University of Barcelona. Tell it to my father, who rose to a high rank in the Royal Navy and Royal Australian Navy. Tell it to the millions of people in Spain, Catalonia, the UK and rest of Europe who work hard every day in the service of their country. It doesn't matter whether you come from a background which disapproves of a large civil service: you can't dismiss a major sector of civil society as workshy scroungers.
If the quality of journalism has sunk so low at Libertad Digital, perhaps they ought to consider a witch-hunt for scroungers in their own offices. There must be thousands of readers out there thinking: "Write reactionary bullshit for a living? I could do that!".
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Que! What?
Barcelona has a handful of free newspapers which are handed out to commuters on the metro, left in shop doorways and cafés or dumped on porteros' desks. As might be expected, the free newspapers vary somewhat in their quality, ranging from Metro (a global giant in its field) and the new (and politically uncertain) ADN to the impossibly silly Que!
[I've never really been happy with the Spanish expression 'que!' because it seems wrong to me. As ought to be obvious, I'm no linguist... but the exclamation mark in 'que!' really pisses me off. I understand that it's something which is said in an exclamatory way, but it's also definitely a shortened question. There's another publication, some sort of prensa rosa deal, called 'Que Me Dices!' - more of the same, but somehow even worse. If I said in English "What the hell are you talking about?", it would obviously remain a question, however exclamatory or rhetorical. Linguists, please explain.]
Que! is a brightly coloured, giant headlined monster. It consists of the sort of right-wing, sensationalist campaign-driven 'news' 'coverage' which makes The Sun look good. Normally they'll approach the main story of the day with a no-nonsense, loudmouth style leader which sounds like it has been written by one of the portly and high-volume matrons who live in my apartment building. "String 'em up!" and "It's the immigrants" are hypothetical examples. Incidentally, when there isn't much to complain about, the paper will invent a campaign of its own and stick to that for weeks if necessary, until a juicy atrocity comes along.
Today's three page campaign is about 'the crisis of delinquency' among the country's children. Ostensibly about the implementation of a new law that allows courts to jail parents of criminal children (cos that'll sort things out), the paper has an interesting slant on things. Accompanying the story are a range of statistics and pictures of delinquents. Every single picture features 'eastern European' or 'Roma' people. While there's no doubt that some eastern Europeans and Gypsies commit crimes, there was no evidence given as to what percentage of delinquency cases are related to people of Romanian origin. The clear intention was to link the two in the minds of bleary-eyed readers on their 8am commute to the city.
That is to say, the entire article discussed one problem - the increase in anti-social beaviour among Spain's youth - but the pictorial told a very different story indeed. This sort of semi-overt racism is commonplace in the pages of Que! and El Mundo, and does nothing to cure the growing problem of racial prejudice in Spain. I should note that there is a specific story relating to some Romanians being in court today for running thief gangs in Madrid, but that this was not the focus of the main article which dealt with 'delinqunecy' in general.
So, not only is Que! rubbish, but it's also full of racially suggestive messages. perhaps not that surprising, but well worth pointing out as often as possible. Personally, I'm hard pushed to find a single newpaper I like in Spain or Catalonia.
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