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Cybermen in Television Centre?!

So after the FiveLive thing, I went for a bit of a wander around TVC to meet with a friend who works on CelebDAQ. Off the record, on the QT, and very hush-hush… Anyway, while exploring the Design Building, I stumbled upon an abandoned TARDIS and decided to have a bit of an explore. Except every thirty seconds someone walked by and I had to look really innocent and totally, “I’m not taking lots of pictures inside your Police Box”. It’s hard to look innocent next to a TARDIS.

Anyway, after a while I got a chance to dig around inside, and I have to say that it’s not really very Homes & Gardens. It’s much smaller and less time-travelly than I expected and (although I looked everywhere) I couldn’t find that nice white room with the round things on the wall and the pulsing console in the middle. The glass in one of the windows was cracked, however. And I did find some kind of articulated insect on the floor though which I determined could possibly have been aa Cybernaut. My conclusion? Cyberman attack.

Caring little, I decided to pose…

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An introduction to weblogs for radio listeners…

Hmm. That was a bit of a disappointment. I mean all things considered, that could only be described as a little bit of a disappointment. Basically, FiveLive‘s morning show was over-running and the weblog feature was stuck right at the end – leaving it to bear the full brunt of the sharpened knife of editorial pressure. So in the end, all we managed was an introductory chunk, a couple of lines from James Crabtree, a line from me and a short conversation with Alastair from Scary Duck. Apparently they also trailed a chatroom that didn’t actually work, which is a bit of a shame because it basically means that those of you who did have questions or comments or thoughts realyl didn’t have any opportunity to present them to the world…

So here’s what we’re going to do – if you have come to this site as a result of that chunk on the radio or if you have any questions or comments abotu weblogs and/or weblogging of any kind (or even if you just want to know what it’s like in the studio at FiveLive – then click on the link below and post your thoughts. Maybe that’s the best way to demonstrate one of the ways ni which weblogs can be valuable in having ongoing discussions – one of the things that makes it most different from simple broadcast media. And in the process maybe we can help some new people try out weblogging for the first time…

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Radio Days…

I’m nervous about mentioning it just in case I stink up the show but – just in case you’re interested – I’m going to be on John Pienaar’s morning show on FiveLive this morning between eleven-thirty and midday (UK-time), talking about (what else)… weblogs. The other guests in the same slot include James Crabtree of the Work Foundation and Madeleine Morris. And on the rest of the show is Formula One Champion Sir Jackie Stewart and a debate on “Has Feminism Failed?”. The station is broadcast live online via the BBC radio-player (there’s a link on the page above), and I think there’s some kind of parallel web-chat using arcane BBC machinery (which would be a good place for all of webloggia to go and correct me when I say something dumb). If that’s not enough for you, I think you can e-mail in your insults to morning [at] bbc.co.uk and if you’re a real glutton for punishment I think there’s also a webcam in the studio so you can bitch about my hair and watch me sweat in abject terror under the almighty unwavering stare of the BBC. Gulp…

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Shop-soiled linkages…

A few shop-soiled weblog-related links, since I’m in the mood:

  • Battle of the Blog
    The boiling fury that bubbles continually behind RSS (in all its versions) and ‘Echo’/’Pie’/’What-ev-er’ is extending into mainstream media space and is becoming ever more frustrating in the process. The worst part seems to be that everyone seems aware that every fight hurts everyone involved in it more than it helps any of them (and by extension – us) but there’s still no quarter asked or given.
  • On the weblog world as as a small town
    Phil’s always insightful and interesting and in this brief piece he identifies a clear feature of webloggery – that things you say are heard by the people you talk about. It’s like a small town he says. I’m not convinced by that – I wonder whether or not people just have rather better “ear-burning” senses (referrer logs for example).
  • Mac-friendly Weblogging Software
    The fact that this service was mostly built on a Mac is interesting but not really a feature you’d use as a basis for a marketing strategy, surely?
  • MovableBlog’s review of Typepad
  • Haughey takes Movable Type “Beyond The Blog”
    Movable Type really is an incredibly powerful little CMS, and it has so much potential. These simple weblog CMSs have always had fuckaroundability – I built the Barbelith Webzine completely within Greymatter and I seriously believe that there’s little obvious stuff at Salon that couldn’t be assembled within MT, except perhaps the pagination – and there’s probably an extension for that…
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On tiny, tiny superheroes…

This week I’ve done a little tiny amount of work for the very smallest of sites. Ickle.org has been running for quite some time now (although it’s a luridcrously small amount in geological time). It celebrates the teensiest of eensy weeny things. I’ve taken on the whole week – three entries on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And the theme? Tiny tiny superheroes! First up… Shrinking Violet:

” Shrinking Violet joined the Legion of Super-Heroes in 2962 at the same time as Sun Boy, Bouncing Boy and Brainiac 5! She comes from the super-tiny planet Imsk and can make herself super-tiny as well. Which is just as well or she’d squish all her friends …”

Compare and contrast: Long-Suffering Boy

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Xfm meets 20six…

So I’ve got my hands on an excerpt from a press release that announced that Christian O’Connell from Xfm (a UK alternative radio station) was starting a new weblog for his breakfast show using 20six‘s service. Whatever you may think of 20six – they’ve got one thing right – they know how to promote themselves. Blogger certainly never courted celebrities (as far as I remember) as a core part of their strategy:

“What’s a weblog? A weblog is the best new thing since sliced bread, thanks for asking. It’s a journal, a diary, an online record of your likes, your loathes, your jokes and your photos. A weblog can be whatever you want it to be; an ever-evolving account of your life, a collection of your poems and short stories or your most voracious reviews and opinions.”

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It's Sunday afternoon entertaining link time..

A few entertaining links to compensate for the religion piece:

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On the existence of God…

I’m an atheist. I have been for nearly twenty years, and before that I wasn’t really anything – I didn’t really have a position on God vs. No God. I suppose I just hadn’t thought about it properly. I can’t really understand how anyone can be anything other than an atheist, but – despite my incredulity – people do still seem to conjure for themselves other non-atheistic options from the spiritual ether.

Perhaps it’s because I don’t understand how people can even vaguely justify theism (or even agnosticism) that I find myself continually in debates about the issue. I find myself explaining my stance on religion at least once a month. At one stage – while I was at University – I went through a bit of a phase of reading other people’s books on why they didn’t believe in ‘god’ either. These books were routinely extremely boring, because fundamentally the intellectual labour involved in making a highly convincing ‘anti-god’ case is so trivial that it feels out of place in the mouths or books of scholars. Bertrand Russell’s Why I am not a Christian was one of those books. I read it to see if I could find a new way to translate the obviousness of atheism to the people I routinely found myself in argument with. But fundamentally, it was the same as every other book of its kind. Obvious. Self-explanatory. Tedious. Repetitive. And yet – despite the banality of the arguments, religious people just don’t seem to get it.

I’m gradually coming to the conclusion that the experience feels real to them and that they derive value from it, and I have to confess that as long as religious reasoning is kept completely separate from policy decisions, logic and the like (ie. as long as people’s personal beliefs have absolutely no impact whatsoever on the rest of the world), then I have no problem with it. But unfortunately that’s very seldom the case. Every so often something frustrating happens to remind you exactly how unresponsive religion is to societal development and our increasing understanding of the world around us. Case in point? There is now around a hundred years of evidence that people who are gay are not gay by choice, and that their sexuality is not infectious in any way (and hence not – in any way – a risk to ‘moral fibre’). A hundred years of evidence accumulated – leading to the conclusion (reached by sets of researchers across the world, health organisations, psychologists, psychiatrists, doctors, geneticists and ethologists) that someone being gay causes no one any harm. And what do you have on the other side? A couple of lines in a book written in the middle east several thousand years ago (filtered through a wide variety of cultural contexts which managed to cheerfully mutate meanings in all kinds of intriguing and implausible ways). And it’s this dubious translation of a few words of a several thousand year old work of historical fiction that prompts the Vatican to declare their profound dismay at the possibility that gay couples might come to enjoy the same legal rights as heterosexual ones – rights that fundamentally come down to being the default person that inherits when the other dies, or the right to have some kind of say in the health care of your loved-one if they happen to fall dangerously ill.

According to that document from the Vatican, I’m suffering from a ‘depravity’, I undertake ‘grave sins’, I’m ‘intrinsically disordered’. And that’s within the first screenful. Not only that, “all persons committed to promoting and defending the common good of society” should be working to stop me have sexual consenting relationships with other people. Because – of course, how foolish of me – I can obviously have no interest in the common good of society. The document talks about the need to “safeguard public morality and, above all, to avoid exposing young people to erroneous ideas about sexuality and marriage that would deprive them of their necessary defences and contribute to the spread of the phenomenon” as if heterosexuality were such a trivial and slight state-of-being that even the merest whiff of same-sex action could tantalise even the most apparently straight white-bread down-home farm-boy or girl. Moreover, the document states that, “Those who would move from tolerance to the legitimization of specific rights for cohabiting homosexual persons need to be reminded that the approval or legalization of evil is something far different from the toleration of evil.” Tolerating our evil is one thing, apparently. Approving of it is something else entirely.

Frankly, it is the evil in the Vatican’s document – the fact that it will have a massively negative effect in some people’s lives and no positive effect on anyone else’s – that I don’t approve of. And increasingly I find myself no longer interested in tolerating it either. Still more even than that – I feel increasingly close to losing any tolerance of religious dispositions per se. Because while I’d like to say that it’s just Catholicism that’s seriously pissing me off, it’s not really Catholicism at all – it’s any approach to anything that would put more credence in statements (not even arguments) written thousands of years ago than in the accreted wisdom of hundreds of years that’s at our disposal now.

A few weeks ago I collided with a group of Christians proselytising their religion through song in Leicester Square. I was with Cal and Katy at the time. We’d just been to see a film. In the middle of the street, with no apparent prompting, a smart mobbish group of people started praising their Lord. I ended up explaining to one of them that Christian philosophy had sizable origins in Neo-Platonist collisions with the Semitic tradition, and that it had incredible analogues with some aspects of Dionysian Mystery cults. I pointed out that it was created in a moment of history and that its interpretation had changed dramatically over the years. I pointed out that it might very well not have existed in any plausible form any more if it hadn’t been for the Emperor Constantine using it as a binding agent for a failing Roman Empire – and that the same emperor hadn’t found their Christianity enough of a barrier to stop them murdering their own wife and son. I explained that while Christianity seemed transhistorical and transcendent – that originally it was just one of many different cult practices that exploded in a region at a certain time in history. And that none of these things made it untrue as such – but that they certainly challenged the monolithic image of Christianity as a pure beam of message from God – and that anyone who was going to seriously consider dedicating their life to a religious practice should probably do some bloody research beforehand…

But when we get right down to it, that kind of argument doesn’t really seem to help anyone any more than the debate I’ve been engaged in on Barbelith for the last couple of weeks (On Religion) or, indeed, the extremely entertaining 300 proofs for the existence of God which are derived (often) from actual philosophical positions over the centuries, and which I’ll append to the bottom of this post, because they’re so good. In fact I don’t know of anything that’s going to do any good in this situation, except a faith – not in divinity – but in humanity’s capability to tell its arse from its elbow. Unfortunately, this too is a faith I lost a number of years ago…

From 300 proofs for the existence of God:

COSMOLOGICAL ARGUMENT
(1) If I say something must have a cause, it has a cause.
(2) I say the universe must have a cause.
(3) Therefore, the universe has a cause.
(4) Therefore, God exists.

ONTOLOGICAL ARGUMENT (I)
(1) I define God to be X.
(2) Since I can conceive of X, X must exist.
(3) Therefore, God exists.

ONTOLOGICAL ARGUMENT (II)
(1) I can conceive of a perfect God.
(2) One of the qualities of perfection is existence.
(3) Therefore, God exists.

ARGUMENT FROM CREATION
(1) If evolution is false, then creationism is true, and therefore God exists.
(2) Evolution can’t be true, since I lack the mental capacity to understand it; moreover, to accept its truth would cause me to be uncomfortable
(3) Therefore, God exists.

ARGUMENT FROM FEAR
(1) If there is no God then we’re all going to die.
(2) Therefore, God exists.

ARGUMENT FROM THE BIBLE
(1) [arbitrary passage from OT]
(2) [arbitrary passage from NT]
(3) Therefore, God exists

Other stuff I’ve written about religion: On American Science and Fundamentalist Christianity, God as plot device.

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No prostitutes in Broadcasting House!

There are no prostitutes in Broadcasting House, and why? The reason is explained in a brief aside in an altogether more serious article about The BBC’s relationship to architecture and property. Nonetheless, the bit that stuck in my brain was the bit about there not being any brothels or fellmongers on the premises. There’s still a dentist in the building though. And Television Centre resembles nothing more than a massive fully-equipped colony ship of people from planet BBC, stranded here when their vessel collided with White City…

Before it occupied the whole of Broadcasting House, the idea was to let out space to pay for the running costs of the building. In a delightful Reithian touch, the BBC drew up a list of prohibited lessees: “Slaughtermen, sugar baker, fellmonger, beater of flax, common brewer, quasi-medical or quasi-surgical establishment, brothel or bagnio keeper.”

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Gratias tibi ago, Domine…

Gratias tibi ago, Domine. Haec credam a deo pio, a Deo justo, a Deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem. Tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui; officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem – eas in crucem.