Rumpole's Creator

   John Mortimer.   Clinging to the Wreckage (1982) A re-read, and just as exhilarating and moving as the first time. Mortimer’s style is anecdotal: he’s a story teller, but an artful one, who knows how to bring the story to a point, a punch-line, or a twist that recasts the whole meaning of what he has told. The ambience is wry amusement at the follies of being human, and melancholy regret for the losses that make up our lives.

     The reminiscences about his father were made into a TV show, Voyage Round My Father, which I’ve seen, and recommend. Available on Youtube.
     Mortimer was apparently a good lawyer. His practice clearly informed Rumpole of the Bailey, which has the same combination of amusement and regret as this book. He was married twice, and had four children. He’s reticent about the details of his private life; the impression is of the same mix of joy and frustration that most of us know. Wikipedia gives more information.
     This book is worth reading in part because it’s a witness to England as it was between the world wars and after the second one. For Rumpole fans, it’s worth reading in any case. ****

Trump the Real Estate guy

So Trump has confirmed he's considering buying Greenland.

ROTFLMAO.

He's become the master of unwitting self-mockery. Really, you can't make this stuff up. Nobody will ever take him seriously again.

Update 20200728: I have underestimated the, um. loyalty of his followers.

Need to tweet? No phone? No problem: Use the fridge.

The Guardian reports that a teen's tweets from her smart fridge went viral.

If the fridge can be used to send tweets, you can bet that it's being used to monitor the family's refrigeration habits. That data is valuable to advertisers, which can use it to "suggest" that some supplies need to be replenished....

Because you see, tweeting requires a link that works in both directions. So if the frdige can be used to send data out, it can also be used to send data in. And that, my friends, is the real purpose of smart devices.

Say Hello to Alexa..

Update: This news item has been  outed as fake. As you can see above, I was fooled, too. The effect of too much confidence in my expertise,

Mother and Child Reunion: Dactylografies

  

     2019-08-08 Dactylografies (Timber Village Museum, Blind River. Until September 3, 2019) Jonathan Brodbeck saw his mother Isabelle Michaud using her typewriter (she likes the tactility of the machine). He decided he wanted to use it too, and began writing notes about his daily life. He’s on the Asperger’s spectrum, and expressing himself was highly unusual. Isabelle, with his permission, began making abstract paintings incorporating his typewritten notes.
     She uses acrylics on 2ftx4ft mahogany plywood intended as floor underlay. She likes the texture created by the interaction between brush, wash, paint, and wood. So do I. Some of her paintings include organic forms based on the typewriter: beasties with scrawny necks and round, blank heads, like typewriter keys transformed and given life. Most of the paintings use colour fields, some randomly shaped, some rectangular, some indefinite, made with wash or paint. The colours somehow relate to Jonathan’s words, an effect I can’t account for.
     I liked the show. We met Jonathan and Isabelle there. They are interesting people. Recommended ****

Why Crack Dealers Live with Their Moms (Freakonomics, 2006 edition)

     Steven D Levitt & Stephen J Dubner. Freakonomics (2006, expanded edition). A re-read, and just as much fun as the first time around. Almost in one sitting, it's that good. This edition is the expanded one of 2006, with the original New York Times Magazine article, a handful of columns written by Levitt and Dubner, some blog entries, and extensive Notes.
     I was again impressed by the way Levitt was able to find data that would answer his questions. However, most data out there can't be used the way Levitt uses it. Just because the data is related to a question doesn’t mean it can be used to answer it. I was a teacher, and the perennial question is how to evaluate students. For example, how would you prove that an objective test measures insight and understanding? What scores would show mastery of content? Are essays a better instrument? Is it meaningful to compare students to each other? Etc.
     Some of those questions are matters of principle. I don’t think comparative grading tells you much, but that’s what teachers do. Claiming that a student’s performance is measured against some expected standard just interposes a layer of obfuscation, which may soothe the teacher’s conscience, and certainly reassures parents. But grades merely quantify two features: the student’s stage of development; and their family’s socio-economic status.
     Other questions are worth asking, but answers require data sets that are hard to come by. For example, it’s fairly obvious that the test questions must relate to the insights we wish to measure. It’s not obvious how such questions should be framed. Nor is it obvious how to determine whether the results tell us anything useful about anything else, such as the student’s future performance. What data we have show that test results correlate most strongly with postal codes, which in turn identify neighbourhoods, which in turn correlate with socio-economic status.
     As you see, Freakonomics prompts musings and questions. That alone makes it worth reading. It’s well written, entertaining, and mind-stretching. ****
     Footnote: Many years ago, I administered a series of vocabulary tests to my classes. I found that my students consistently picked the same "incorrect" answers for some words. The reason? Subtle differences between the regional dialects spoken by my students and the test makers.

Memoirish Stories by Mantel

Hilary Mantel. The Assassination of Mrs Thatcher (2014) Hilary Mantel’s reputation rests on her novels. Wolf Hall was adapted for television, see my review elsewhere on this blog. I read nothing by her until I found this book in our Food Bank Permanent Yard Sale. Mantel is very good at creating character. The first story was first published at a memoir, which I suppose trained her skills at (re-)imagining the first person narrator. Her plots have endings rather than resolutions. They feel like memoirs.
      Even the title story doesn’t get anywhere: it stops just before the assassin squeezes the trigger. But the banal details (he asks for a cup of tea) of everyday life create a sense of reality that any writer would be happy to achieve. The collection provided a couple of hours of entertainment, worth well more than $1 I paid for the book. ** to ***

Poems

I see no one has visited the Poems page. I added several poems today. Go have a look. Comment if you like (or don't like) them.

2019-08-18: OK, I've added this collage (it's an ATC). Maybe it relates to one of my poems, maybe not. Check for yourself.