Brian Micklethwait

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Web Name: Brian Micklethwait

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Not before time. For many years it has been too slow, too clunky and just too all round ridiculous. More recently, and longer ago than I care to think about, (my management of) the comment system went to hell, as I m sure you noticed.So, time for a new blog, and here it is. As of now, all new personal blogging by me goes there, and quite a lot of the old personal blogging done by me here has also started going there too, so that if I want to link back to it, nobody has to endure coming back to here.I ve hardly mentioned this new blog here, until now. A new blog is not something you want to be promising endlessly, before it finally gets going, far later than you had been promising. You just need to get it ready, taking as long as that takes, and then launch it, and then tell people about it, just as I m telling you now.Not that the new blog has been perfected before its launch. It has merely been - please allow me this neologistical verb – adequated. Many tweaks and improvements, both in working and in appearance, will surely follow, especially given that my good friend Michael Jennings set up the new blog for me, and will surely continue to take – not a proprietorial (that would be me), but you know what I mean – interest in its workings. My thanks to him, in advance for any future help and for all the work he s already done.My thanks to Patrick Crozier who started this blog up for me, many years ago when it wasn t ridiculous, and to The Guru (he knows who he is) for all the help he has given me over the years, keeping this blog afloat when it would otherwise have sunk without trace.So, goodbye, hello and welcome.In that chat that me and Patrick had yesterday, about Christianity and its influence, I mentioned, for some reason, how part of the reason the Shard is shaped like the Shard is that it is also shaped like the steeple of a typical sort of London church.The church in these photos, that I photoed the same day I photoed these photos of the Optic Cloak, is Christ Church Isle of Dogs:The little game I played there with the two spires, as I walked back towards the middle of London from the Greenwich Peninsula, is exactly the sort of thing Renzo Piano had in mind when he designed his spire.This is not the first time I ve played now you see it now you don t with a church and the Shard, aligned.The trick is for the church to be very near, compared to the Shard.Earlier today, Patrick Crozier and I recorded another of our recorded conversations (by and by it will appear here). Patrick laid out the agenda which was Christianity, and how, although he could never believe in it, henevertheless regrets the diminution of its influence on our world.He mentioned the way the Western Roman Empire fell apart after it had been conquered by Christianity (echoing Gibbon, although I didn t say that; he mentioned ecclesiastical architecture; he mentioned the intimate relationship between Christianity and secular power; and at one point we rather digressed, into the matter of French domestic architecture.Here are four photos I photoed in Quimper, Brittany, exactly one year ago to the day, which illustrate these various talking points:Photo 1.1 a history lesson inside Qumper Cathedral which covers the ground Patrick alluded to about the Roman Empire (protected by glass, hence the reflection of the stained glass window).. Photo 1.2 is a view of one of the towers of Quimper Cathedral, as seen from the other tower. Photo 2.1 is of an equestrian statue, from the same spot. And finally, 2.2, also from the same spot, is a photo looking out over the city of Quimper.The weather could have been a lot brighter, but you are only allowed to the top of Quimper Cathedral on the one day each year, and April 29th 2018 was the day that it wasI will greatly miss Quimper and its Cathedral, now that my friends in France no longer live there. I won t be going back on my own, just to see it but not them.When you are young, and you realise something true and important, this is evidence of how clever you are, even if what it is that you have just realised was really rather obvious. (And everything is obvious, once you ve understood it. That s what understanding is.)When you are old, however, and you realise something true and important, this is evidence of how stupid you are for not having understood it about forty or fifty years sooner than you did. (Because everything is obvious, blah blah.)This has happened to me twice in the last fortnight. I will not complicate this posting by confessing what these two very different but very obvious things were, but trust me, they were very obvious indeed.Yes, I like to photo signposts. You know where you are, with signposts. Because they pretty much tell you where you are.Here s a signpost photo I photoed in March 2012:But there s more to it than just having a note of where I was, useful though that is. There s something about actually seeing those particular names of particular places which makes the fact that this is where I really am – and then later: was - come particularly alive.As you can tell from the previous paragraph, I don t really know how to explain this fascination of mine. And just now, I am too knackered, having spent the day recovering from a Last Friday of the Month meeting that happened last night. Dominique Lazanski: very good. My front room: very full. Aftermath: lots of crap to tidy up.Yesterday was a day when I had to be very energetic and alive, to get ready for that meeting. So, I was. (Hence those four blog postings yesterday.) Today, I could be knackered. So, I was.Video here. Says Patrick Crozier: This is brilliant. Say I: not very fair. Plus: I question the editing. Was this what happened all the time? Or was this the one recorded highlight?In March 2005 there was scaffolding at the Albert Memorial, and I photoed it, along with several of its subsidiary sculptures, sculptures of which I am very fond:There is an elephant there, centre stage, which is why this has to go up here on a Friday. Also, note the lady with with her (right) boob job. I ve always liked that.Here is Albert himself, same day, same time:My camera then was this one.There will come a time, not so far in the future now, when the only photos of my own that I blog about will be photos I photoed earlier, often, as in this case, a lot earlier.Here. I also like the photo at the top of his Twitter feed. He describes himself as a campaigner , which sounds ominous. But like he says: how they weigh owls.One of the first things I did in France, after I got off the plane and had been driven by my hosts to their home, was to meet up with Oscar again. Remember Oscar? Oscar is the cat, who got lost and found, partly thanks to the photos I took of him, but mostly because of GodDaughter2 s social media expertise. She located him, in France, while not even being in France.Here is one of the first photos I photoed of Oscar this time around:I like that photo because it looks like we re are looking at each other horizontally, but are actually …:… looking at each other vertically, him upwards and me photoing downwards. Those being my feet, at the bottom there. On the right, the light of the south of France on the floor of the balcony outside the bedroom I was in.The earlier photos I linked back to were taken in their Brittany home, but now my friends are more permanently in Thuir, way down south, near Perpignan. Oscar doesn t like car journeys (stuck in a small prison hardly bigger than he is), but he has no objections to actually being in a different house. Somewhere new to explore.In this blog posting, someone called Judge Ellis is quoted saying, somewhere in America, some time recently or not so recently, in connection with something Trump-related, this: You don’t really care about Mr. Manafort’s bank fraud - what you really care about is what information Mr Manafort could give you that would reflect on Mr. Trump or lead to his prosecution or impeachment. This vernacular to sing is what prosecutors use. What you ve got to be careful of is that they may not only sing, they may compose. Good expression. Never heard it before, although it must have been around for decades.Fifteen years ago today, on April 24th 2004, at the Parliament end of Westminster Bridge, I took a clutch of photos of a guy who was photoing the London Eye from that spot:So far so ordinary. Not so ordinary, however, is that he was using a mobile phone. This is one of the earliest sightings I have found in the archives of mobile phone photoing, a trend only resisted now by freaks like me who care lots about photoing, but almost nothing about instantly communicating, of photos or of anything much else.My camera was a Canon A70.In the part of France where GodDaughter2 s family live and with whom I recently stayed, there are two ways to make a car journey. You can take what looks like the long route, along two or even three sides of a motorway rectangle, only travelling on little roads when you have to, to get to and from the motorway. Or, you can attempt to travel more directly, along little roads, by the scenic route. The scenic route looks quicker on the map, at first glance. But the motorways are quicker because they always go straight where they re going. They don t wiggle back and forth up and down mountains, or get stuck in little villages.I was taken on various car journeys during my stay, of both kinds. The trips involving airports were on motorways, as were others. But there were also various journeys along those scenic routes.Here are a few of the many, many photos I took while on such expeditions: The thing is, France is (see above) big.On one of these expeditions we drove for about four hours, hither and thither, up and down, through kilometre upon kilometre of gorgeous scenery, encountering about three other oncoming vehicles per hour. We crossed over numerous bridges as we switched from going down or up one side of a valley to going up or down the other side of the same valley, often able to see past nearby trees to distant mountains, but often not, passing through and sometimes stopping in towns or villages with orange tiled roofs.Countryside in England of this desirability, in weather like this, would be swarming with motorists, all making it impossible for each other to have a good time. In the south of France, where this sort of weather is only average (too cold and windy) and where they have endless supplies of such scenery, we had the entire route pretty much to ourselves.Also, in England, if you were to drive for half a day at the slowish but steady speed we were able to drive scenically in France, you d take a visible bite into the map of England. In France, such a trip doesn t register, nationally speaking. You ve gone from this little place here, to this next little place right next to the first place, here, two milimetres away. As an exercise in crossing France, forget it. You have made no progress at all.It s not just places like America, Africa and India that are big. Compared to England, France is big too.An excellent Mick Hartley photo, using the single-bright-colour-with-black-and-white-everywhere else trick.Here.Niece Roz tweets:Had enough of your relatives already? Don t just think about murdering them - come along to @scarthinbooks tomorrow afternoon and talk about how you could actually-- (Just kidding, Twitter. Just kidding)Scarthin Books is, alas, in the Peak District, where Roz lives. This is impossibly far away from London, where I live. If she ever holds an event like this in London, I will definitely attend. I will make sure that all present know that she and I are related. Otherwise I will say little. I will concentrate on looking quietly attentive and quietly thoughtful.Photo of Roz s second Meg Dalton book here.I like both of these.This:Capitalism works better than it sounds. Socialism sounds better than it works.And this:Capitalism is the only reason socialism has any money to redistribute.I like them, as in: I like them as pithily expressed things to think about. Not sure the first one in particular is actually true. Socialism, when you actually spell out what socialists want and what they think should be done to dissenters, turns out to be ghastly, long before it actually happens.And if capitalism sounds worse than it is, maybe you aren t saying it right.Yesterday there were four postings here. Mostly small, but still, four. The above stuff is Twitter, but this blog is not Twitter. This blog leaves you time to have a little read and a life.So, this is your lot for today.On the other hand, if you have forty minutes to spare on subjects like the above, try listening to this. It s the IEA s Kristian Niemietz talking about socialism. He too thinks that capitalism is counter-intuitive . His manner is a lot more low-key and considered than you would expect it to be if you only followed him on Twitter.

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