Sunday, 6 May 2007

A Welcome Return to The Peep Show

"Christ, when I said 'Take your time', I didn't mean take your time!"


Combine an innovative, detached approach to portraying life, our inner thoughts about others, and our angsts, along with facing the challenges to the ego presented by love, lust, ambition, neuroses and office politics ... when 'The Peep Show' first appeared on our screens a couple of years ago it was something of a slow-burner, taking a while to get people to understand the simple fact that it was fundamentally very funny and also very different to anything else we had seen before with regards to comedy on TV.

The British are rightly very proud of their ability to produce excellent comedy - from the surreal legacy left to us by 'Monty Python' - which spwaned a host of imitators, some more successful than others - to the more conservative and pragmatic yet still highly amusing genres typified by 'The Office' - this in partular has translated incredibly successfully to the American audience.

What? I am saying 'The Office' is nothing more than pragmatic? Well, yes - I must admit to being somewhat puzzled why Ricky Gervais has been so lauded. It's good, solid comedy, for sure - but nowhere as near as innovative as, for example, 'The Peep Show'.

OK, 'The Peep Show' may be somwhat more uncomfortable viewing for more genteel audiences; in its darker moments it's more akin to 'The League of Gentlemen' whilst 'The Office' has always struck me as being more inspired by 'Are you Being Served?' ... that's not a criticism, just an observation - Benny Hill meets Basil Fawlty?

Anyway, have a look for yourself at 'The Peep Show'- you can watch past episodes via C4s excellent online 40D TV service on your PC, but as indicated earlier, please note that some of the content is a little risque; a bit like 'Are you Being Served?' ...


Peep Show

Saturday, 28 April 2007

This Is (Was) England ...


This Is England, is the story of a summertime school holiday, those long weeks between terms where life changing events can take place.It’s 1983 and school is out. 12-year-old Shaun (Thomas Turgoose) is an isolated lad growing up in a grim coastal town, whose father has died fighting in the Falklands war. Over the course of the summer holiday he finds fresh male role models when those in the local skinhead scene take him in. With his new friends Shaun discovers a world of parties, first love and the joys of Dr Martin boots. Here he meets Combo (Stephen Graham), an older, racist skinhead who has recently got out of prison. As Combo’s gang harass the local ethnic minorities, the course is set for a rite of passage that will hurl Shaun from innocence to experience.

shanemeadows.co.uk

The Virginia Tech Shootings: The New Yorker

A very disturbing and challenging subject, discussed in a very sensitive, poignant and intelligent manner, as one would expect of The New Yorker.






I can't even begin to ask the questions that this tragedy provokes.

But, America, please review your gun laws - and for the rest of us, please let's urgently re-assess just what the potential impact is of ever-increasing levels of violence in the media, and its portrayal as 'entertainment'.

I remember studying - in much more innocent times - the cathartic nature of violence in the media (and this was long before CGI-gore and psychotic shoot-'em up games) - even back then I very much doubted there were any 'cathartic' justifications for such mindless violence being presented as 'entertainment' - some 30yrs on from those teenage musings, tens of teenagers muse no more.

R.I.P.

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The cell phones in the pockets of the dead students were still ringing when we were told that it was wrong to ask why. As the police cleared the bodies from the Virginia Tech engineering building, the cell phones rang, in the eccentric varieties of ring tones, as parents kept trying to see if their children were O.K. To imagine the feelings of the police as they carried the bodies and heard the ringing is heartrending; to imagine the feelings of the parents who were calling—dread, desperate hope for a sudden answer and the bliss of reassurance, dawning grief—is unbearable. But the parents, and the rest of us, were told that it was not the right moment to ask how the shooting had happened—specifically, why an obviously disturbed student, with a history of mental illness, was able to buy guns whose essential purpose is to kill people—and why it happens over and over again in America. At a press conference, Virginia’s governor, Tim Kaine, said, “People who want to . . . make it their political hobby horse to ride, I’ve got nothing but loathing for them. . . . At this point, what it’s about is comforting family members . . . and helping this community heal. And so to those who want to try to make this into some little crusade, I say take that elsewhere.”

If the facts weren’t so horrible, there might be something touching in the Governor’s deeply American belief that “healing” can take place magically, without the intervening practice called “treating.” The logic is unusual but striking: the aftermath of a terrorist attack is the wrong time to talk about security, the aftermath of a death from lung cancer is the wrong time to talk about smoking and the tobacco industry, and the aftermath of a car crash is the wrong time to talk about seat belts. People talked about the shooting, of course, but much of the conversation was devoted to musings on the treatment of mental illness in universities, the problem of “narcissism,” violence in the media and in popular culture, copycat killings, the alienation of immigrant students, and the question of Evil.

Some people, however—especially people outside America—were eager to talk about it in another way, and even to embark on a little crusade. The whole world saw that the United States has more gun violence than other countries because we have more guns and are willing to sell them to madmen who want to kill people. Every nation has violent loners, and they tend to have remarkably similar profiles from one country and culture to the next. And every country has known the horror of having a lunatic get his hands on a gun and kill innocent people. But on a recent list of the fourteen worst mass shootings in Western democracies since the nineteen-sixties the United States claimed seven, and, just as important, no other country on the list has had a repeat performance as severe as the first.

In Dunblane, Scotland, in 1996, a gunman killed sixteen children and a teacher at their school. Afterward, the British gun laws, already restrictive, were tightened—it’s now against the law for any private citizen in the United Kingdom to own the kinds of guns that Cho Seung-Hui used at Virginia Tech—and nothing like Dunblane has occurred there since. In Quebec, after a school shooting took the lives of fourteen women in 1989, the survivors helped begin a gun-control movement that resulted in legislation bringing stronger, though far from sufficient, gun laws to Canada. (There have been a couple of subsequent shooting sprees, but on a smaller scale, and with far fewer dead.) In the Paris suburb of Nanterre, in 2002, a man killed eight people at a municipal meeting. Gun control became a key issue in the Presidential election that year, and there has been no repeat incident.

So there is no American particularity about loners, disenfranchised immigrants, narcissism, alienated youth, complex moral agency, or Evil. There is an American particularity about guns. The arc is apparent. Forty years ago, a man killed fourteen people on a college campus in Austin, Texas; this year, a man killed thirty-two in Blacksburg, Virginia. Not enough was done between those two massacres to make weapons of mass killing harder to obtain. In fact, while campus killings continued—Columbine being the most notorious, the shooting in the one-room Amish schoolhouse among the most recent—weapons have got more lethal, and, in states like Virginia, where the N.R.A. is powerful, no harder to buy.

Reducing the number of guns available to crazy people will neither relieve them of their insanity nor stop them from killing. Making it more difficult to buy guns that kill people is, however, a rational way to reduce the number of people killed by guns. Nations with tight gun laws have, on the whole, less gun violence; countries with somewhat restrictive gun laws have some gun violence; countries with essentially no gun laws have a lot of gun violence. (If you work hard, you can find a statistical exception hiding in a corner, but exceptions are just that. Some people who smoke their whole lives don’t get lung cancer, while some people who never smoke do; still, the best way not to get lung cancer is not to smoke.)

It’s true that in renewing the expired ban on assault weapons we can’t guarantee that someone won’t shoot people with a semi-automatic pistol, and that by controlling semi-automatic pistols we can’t reduce the chances of someone killing people with a rifle. But the point of lawmaking is not to act as precisely as possible, in order to punish the latest crime; it is to act as comprehensively as possible, in order to prevent the next one. Semi-automatic Glocks and Walthers, Cho’s weapons, are for killing people. They are not made for hunting, and it’s not easy to protect yourself with them. (If having a loaded semi-automatic on hand kept you safe, cops would not be shot as often as they are.)

Rural America is hunting country, and hunters need rifles and shotguns—with proper licensing, we’ll live with the risk. There is no reason that any private citizen in a democracy should own a handgun. At some point, that simple truth will register. Until it does, phones will ring for dead children, and parents will be told not to ask why. ♦

Shootings: Comment: The New Yorker

Sunday, 22 April 2007

Arctic Monkeys - welcome back, lads ...

A painful air of discomfort has surrounded Arctic Monkeys in the 18 months since they made it big. The earliest sign of their unease under public scrutiny arrived when their first official single, I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor, went to number one, and they duly called their debut album Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not.

Since then, interviews have been rare and stony-faced. Their bassist lost the plot, and was substituted. Headlining Reading Festival, singer Alex Turner appeared poleaxed by the sheer magnitude of the crowd.

Events beyond their control seemed to have robbed the four Sheffield lads, barely in their twenties, of the innocent joys of rocking out.

It's something of a miracle, then, that this second album has arrived so quickly. Even less foreseeably, Favourite Worst Nightmare is totally the equal of its predecessor, full of exhilarating twisty-turny structures, shout-along choruses, dashes of sublime melody and observational lyrics which unswervingly nail their subject.

Brianstorm, the opener, surfs in on a militantly tough riff, as Turner offers a withering portrait of an American schmoozer the band met in Japan. "We can't keep our eyes off your T-shirt and ties combination," he notes, drily.

Arctic Monkeys, in their anoraks and straight-leg jeans, are fiercely anti-trendy. So it's surprising that they recorded this in fashionable East London.

Perhaps Turner pitched himself into the midst of everything he despises to keep his lyrical fire burning. On Balaclava, he acerbically satirises the callous womanisers who bar-hop around Shoreditch, leaving conquests "with salty cheeks".

That caustic wit is often levelled at male malignancy. On The Bad Thing, a confused woman justifies her fiancé's beatings. Mercifully, the music recalls the Smiths at their jaunty best - indeed, throughout the album, there's melodic light to offset the narrative shade.

Only Ones Who Know is just beautiful, a ballad of desperate dreams and echoing twangs worthy of the young Elvis Costello.

At the last, on 505, we find the singer emotionally adrift on the road, his longing for home set to a simmering organ which builds to a furious guitar crescendo - a magnificent end to a brilliantly paced record.

Favourite Worst Nightmare cannot fail to sustain Arctic Monkeys' tenure at the top. Following second-album triumphs by Franz Ferdinand and Razorlight, could it be that a new strain of post-Britpop bands has emerged, equipped to survive the pressures of fame? Andrew Perry

Pop CDs of the week Cd Reviews Music Arts Telegraph

Saturday, 21 April 2007

Sex and the internet | Devices and desires | Economist.com

WHEN the internet took off in the 1990s, it was demonised as a steaming cauldron of porn. It has certainly made pornography more widely and easily available than ever before. The online porn industry is difficult to measure, but was valued at $1 billion in 2002 by America's National Research Council. Google, which publishes its “zeitgeist” list of top search queries, redacts sex-related terms from the rankings for fear of causing offence. But the popularity of pornography is clear from figures compiled by companies that track user “clickstreams”. Last year about 13% of website visits in America were pornographic in nature, according to Hitwise, a market-research firm. For comparison, search engines account for about 7% of site visits.

Yet the Hitwise data suggest that sex sites are now being dethroned. In Britain search sites overtook sex sites in popularity last October—the first time any other category has come out on top since tracking began, says Hitwise. In America, the proportion of site visits that are pornographic is falling and people are flocking to sites categorised “net communities and chat”—chiefly social-networking sites such as MySpace, Bebo and Facebook. Traffic to such sites is poised to overtake traffic to sex sites in America any day now (see chart).


Does this mean the internet has matured as a medium? After all, pornographic content is often the first to take advantage of new media, from photography to videocassettes to satellite television. “Sex is a virus that infects new technology first,” as Wired put it back in 1993. Once a new medium becomes popular, its usage is no longer dominated by porn. Although this may soon be true for the web, however, it is not true for the internet as a whole. Much pornographic content may simply have shifted from the web to peer-to-peer file-sharing networks, for example.

Or consider Second Life, the booming virtual world. It is regularly feted as a flourishing platform for virtual commerce, yet a large portion of its economic activity relates to sex. Exactly how much is unknown, but an employee of Linden Labs, the company behind Second Life, once ventured that 30% of transactions related to sex or gambling. Edward Castronova of Indiana University estimates that sex is “a substantial portion, perhaps even the majority” of economic transactions in Second Life. (Users must first buy genitalia for their avatars, who otherwise resemble Barbie and Ken dolls when unclothed.)

The growing popularity of social-networking sites is not entirely unrelated to sex, either. Such sites are often used to find and attract potential mates. Porn sites may have reached a climax, but sex remains as potent online as ever.


Sex and the internet Devices and desires Economist.com

Sunday, 15 April 2007

Greetings from the White Stripes

So, The White Stripes are back and as bohemian-enigmatic-eccentric (and no doubt as talented) as ever, with a new album entitled 'Icky Thump' ... if you are familiar with the folklore of Northern English accents then this may be familiar (albeit slightly bastardised) expression to you; rarely used in parlance nowadays but parodied in a gentle, affectionate way by many as representing being 'Northern' - and especially Yorkshire, where we live - dialect.


So far, so good and appropriately quirky for Jack and Meg - but, quite why Jack and Meg are pictured in quintessential Cockney Pearly King and Queen style outfits on the album cover is quite another matter. Still, makes a nice change from the uber-cool-art-house-dandy-look, Jack! Or maybe they are just trying to appease the soft, Southern fans in their homage to the much superior Northern fan-base? (Joke).

No doubt it will be as unique a sound as ever. Whilst we have a few weeks to wait yet for its release, at least the recently released new album from The Kings of Leon will help us to psyche up for more musical wizadry from Jack and Meg.

We're going to see The Kings of Leon this week, so listening to the excellent 'Because of the Times' a great deal since its recent release, so we know the new tracks as well as the older stuff.

All of this excellent new music is in danger of somewhat stealing the thunder from the much-anticipated new Arctic Monkeys album, 'Favourite Worst Nightmare' ... again of course a product of Yorkshire (and my beloved Sheffield) ... but, somehow, I think they'll cope. It's a great time for innovative, non-conformist pop music at the moment.

PS, Jack - don't forget we all need a follow-up album from The Raconteurs, please.

Greetings from the White Stripes

Tech.view | Apple pipped | Economist.com

THE mobile-phone industry’s recent jamboree in Florida was a brutal reminder of how fast innovations come and go these days. A bare three months ago we were drooling over Apple’s forthcoming iPhone, with its ingenious touch screen that responds to pinches, pokes and other pawings. But though not available until June, the $500 iPhone is as mouth-watering today as yesterday’s cold pizza. The phone that stole the show at CTIA Wireless 2007 was the “Ocean” from Helio, a youth-oriented newcomer to the cellular business.



In many ways Helio has out-Appled Apple. The start-up—launched less than a year ago as a joint venture between SK Telecom of South Korea and Earthlink, an American internet-service provider—caters to young trendsetters who appreciate ease of use and cutting-edge design.

Whereas the iPhone encapsulated a ho-hum smart phone in an exquisite package, the $295 Helio Ocean has been winning plaudits for its ingenious user interface that neatly integrates all the disparate functions of a modern multi-media mobile, such as dialling phone calls, texting messages, listening to music, taking pictures, recording videos, playing games and surfing the web.

To make a call, the Helio Ocean’s screen slides vertically to reveal a phone keypad. To type an e-mail, do some texting or send an instant message, turning the device horizontally and sliding the screen upwards reveals a full keyboard. With a separate microprocessor to run the media player, the Helio Ocean gets 15 hours of playing time from a single charge. Little wonder it was hailed as the rock star of the industry’s show.

But it is the Helio Ocean’s EV-DO (Evolution-Data Optimised) wireless technology that renders Apple’s iPhone an also-ran. Mobile experts have been mystified by Apple’s decision to use Cingular’s EDGE (Enhanced Data rates for GSM Evolution) network when far better wireless communications methods abound. EDGE is a marginally enhanced version of the old GSM (Global System for Mobile Communications) cellular technology introduced in Europe in the early 1990s. Cingular’s version of it provides data speeds of between 75 kilobits per second (kbps) and 135 kbps—not that much better than a dial-up internet connection, and often much worse.

By contrast, the EV-DO networks used by Helio (as well as Verizon and Sprint in America and KDDI in Japan) offer 450 kbps to 800 kbps, rates similar to those of DSL broadband connections. EDGE’s slower data speeds mean that iPhone users must rely on Wi-Fi to do anything more than make phone calls or send the odd e-mail: the iPhone has a Wi-Fi radio embedded in its circuitry so users can access internet “hotspots” using the popular 802.11 form of wireless broadband.

Wi-Fi may be handy for networking wirelessly around the home or in hotel lobbies, coffee shops or airports. But it is hardly the most efficient way to download videos or play multi-user games—tricks that multi-media mobile phones are supposed to perform flawlessly.

Mobile-phone companies have their own ideas about how to meet these new demands. Most are working feverishly on upgrades for their existing 3G (third-generation) networks. Qualcomm, the company behind the CDMA family of cellular technologies, has shown in trials that its EV-DO enhancements can deliver data rates of over three megabits per second (mbps). Cingular and other GSM-based networks are pushing a rival technology called High-Speed Downlink Packet Access (HSDPA) in a bid to close the performance gap. In real-world trials HSDPA has clocked speeds of up to 1 mbps.

But even EV-DO, let alone the slower HSDPA, might prove too little too late. The mobile-phone companies are about to be overwhelmed by a tsunami called WiMAX, a souped-up successor of Wi-Fi with a range of 30 miles or more instead of 100 yards or less.

Whereas 3G cellular networks might get 3 mbps and Wi-Fi around 30 mbps, mobile WiMAX is a 4G technology promising speeds of up to 100 mbps. Comparable 4G networks from the cellular industry, such as the proposed Ultra Mobile Broadband from the CDMA camp or the Long-Term Evolution effort among GSM’s descendants, are still in the laboratory. And that’s where they might well remain.

WiMAX (or 802.16, its technical name) was conceived as a way to deliver broadband to remote areas beyond the reach of DSL or cable TV. The mobile version of this form of wireless networking was supposed to be a more advanced sibling called 802.20. But with Intel, Sprint and the European Union throwing their weight behind the interim 802.16 mobile solution, the WiMAX bandwagon has become unstoppable.

In addition to being able to transfer at least twice the amount of data per second achieved by the best technologies of the cellular industry, mobile WiMAX is relatively cheap. During the spectrum auctions of the heady dotcom era, cell-phone companies scrambled to outbid one another for 3G frequency allocations, paying typically $5 per megahertz for every member of the population covered. In today’s more chastened times, mobile WiMAX licences can be had for less than one cent per megahertz per person—a whopping 500 times less.

This has tipped the tables in mobile WiMAX’s favour. And with it, the writing on the wall is looming ever larger for most of the 3G phone operators. Why Apple should have hitched its wagon to so fading a star shows how quickly even the most talented of companies can be blinded by today’s blistering pace of wireless innovation.


Tech.view Apple pipped Economist.com