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Monthly Archives: March 2011

· William Shatner, boldly going right through the scenery.

But just as “Kafkaesque” doesn’t just describe the condition of having too much paperwork to do, “Shatnerian” isn’t merely shorthand for hammy acting demarcated by a certain truncated enunciation. More than that, to be Shatnerian is to be dynamically, effervescently alive in a role.

· How Benghazi looks from under Manhattan’s no-fly zone.

We need to deal with longstanding allies like Jordan, Bahrain and Saudi Arabia—which continue to resist democratic reforms—and to help the Egyptian people consolidate democracy and create jobs and economic opportunity. The most productive role for America in the Middle East today is diplomatic and economic, not military.

· The life of a poet: Madras, 1931.

So unlike John Morley or W. E. Henley, I thought, and so unobtrusive. I had seen ‘Triveni’ but today I was meeting its Editor, and it seemed a moment on which somebody’s destiny depended.

· Event: A week of Shakespeare in France.

Chavagnes Shakespeare Week will include a series of lectures, performances and presentations featuring Peter Bassano, the new Music Director of City of Rochester Symphony Orchestra.

· In Libya, the banality of state-sponsored show biz.

But the clear, unstated strategic objective is regime change. It’s pretty obvious. And we’ve been here before.

· A ticking metaphor taped to an editor! Stand back. Way back.

So it appears that the only logical thing to do is to go on making Rolexes or Patek-Philippes or whatever while trying to adapt to the new era. Maybe you even make your watches more luxurious and expensive to distinguish them from cell phones, even as you do other things to cope with the cell phone challenge.

· In Rathcoole, a fear of the Taigs in the dark.

The “Taigs” were Catholics. Though Mitchell didn’t know any, and his parents held no bias, the Taigs became the bogeymen of his boyhood. And, gradually, “the fear of the bogeyman turned to hatred”.

· Reporters lost in a fog of radioactivity data.

As a science reporter I love the metric system, but I do wonder if the public can easily understand that a change in radiation from 5 millisieverts per hour to 1,000 microsieverts per hour is actually a five-fold decrease in exposure rates?

· Lionel Trilling’s bright lights, big city, mutated people.

“Historians of European culture are in substantial agreement,” Trilling said, that with the emergence of society, “something like a mutation in human nature took place.”

· Obscure eggheads: ‘ If power corrupts, then lack of power corrupts absolutely’.

But money is certainly not the only coin in which the modern intellectual likes to be paid. There is, after all, nothing quite like celebrity, and proximity to power can easily become for an intellectual in search of renown what a candle is for a moth. If, as they say, power corrupts, then lack of power corrupts absolutely.

· The Japanese choice: panic or progress?

What the Japanese earthquake has proved is that even the oldest containment structures can withstand the impact of one of the largest earthquakes in recorded history.

· Nine books on ‘quakes that will fall off your shelves.

For as long as we have experienced seismicity, we have written about it, going back to the Book of Acts.

· Solid facts for shaky journalists writing about seismic catastrophes.

I am writing this text (Mar 12) to give you some peace of mind regarding some of the troubles in Japan, that is the safety of Japan’s nuclear reactors. Up front, the situation is serious, but under control. And this text is long! But you will know more about nuclear power plants after reading it than all journalists on this planet put together.

A cure for poets facing the ‘disabling embarrassment of being alive’.

The true glory is that after death there is an absolute division, an unbridgeable gulf, between the man who grunts and snivels and prevaricates and procrastinates, and the writer who prophesies.

· Rio 2: Grumpus at Carnival.

Anthony Howell: As with any popular mass rally there’s an infectious excitement, and a sheer childish delight in the chiaroscuro of dark and light moods and bright or sombre costume. One school merges into another in the mind. Neptunes abound. Faces fall off and disappear into stomachs and then reappear.