They don’t make ’em like they used to

I was too young to see The Ascent of Man by Jacob Bronowski when it was first broadcast. But I am definitely old enough to shake my head and tut sadly about the appalling decline in standards of science programming since my youth. Look at this for a profound and thought-provoking example of engaging with the audience without the slightest sign of patronising its collective intellect.

This reminds me of a fascinating conversation I had with my friend the artist Ruth Maclennan about her work We saw it – like a flash which looks at the presentation of science on BBC television between 1954 and 2003. She confirmed, from her experience of watching hundreds of hours of such programmes, that the standard has indeed declined alarmingly over the years.

I came across the link for this powerful piece of programming on Pharyngula, part of the Seed Media Group : Science is Culture, and whilst poking around also found the excellent blog SEED – seeking dialogue between art and science which despite its name is not as far as I can work out connected to the Media Group.

Zephyr and the unicum

Ok, this fairtytale-sounding adventure is another not-entirely-work-related post from the Internet Hungary conference.

Below you will see one of the contributors, the humungously talented and charismatic Zephyr Teachout, (best known for being the Director of Internet Organizing for Howard Dean’s presidential campaign, now National Director of the Sunlight Foundation) and our charming host, conference president Ákos Csermely. Press play for the full story. Almost.


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As a conscientious former journalist I have to issue a disclaimer – the dialogue may not be exactly verbatim since I had already had a shot of the unicum myself – Say Yes to Life! Unicum. The Positive Answer.

Er, yes. Possibly. I wouldn’t know. Unlike the others, who had already given their presentations, I had to attempt to make sense the following day and staggered went to bed at a reasonable time. Reports from reliable sources who wish to remain nameless suggest that the party continued until the small hours.

Club Tihany

The conference I’ve just attended was at the Hotel Club Tihany on a little peninsular jutting into Lake Balaton. It was absolutely brilliant and I feel totally energised and excited. But before I get into the conference itself tomorrow / later today here is a slide show of a non-work-related nature – press play to set it going:


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Autumn and spring

martenitsa

Have you even seen one of these red and white threads tied to a tree? I find them occasionally in London tied discretely to branches in bushy parts of low-hanging boughs. I probably only spot them because I spend so much time looking to take photographs. The one above is on a tree in Budapest.

I have a Bulgarian friend who introduced me to the interesting and, as far as I can tell, almost exclusively Bulgarian custom of the martenitsa. The origin of the ritual seems to have a number of different explanations but the outline of the custom is pretty standard.

On the 1st March, deemed the beginning of spring, Bulgarians adorn themselves with amulets made of red and white thread – a martenitsa.

There is an ancient saying that “If you don’t wear your martenitsa, Baba Marta will bring evil things to you”. The mythical character of Baba Marta personifies the spring, the sun that can easily burn the fair skin of people’s faces.

According to the national belief Baba Marta is an old lady. She is an old lady and she is limp. That’s why she carries an iron stick to learn on. The national beliefes define the temperament of Baba Marta as very unstable. When she was smiling the sun was shining; when she was mad st somebody cold weather was firming the ground. The majority of the rituals aim to make her happy and merciful…

Baba Marta was very favorable towards the people that wear martenitsa. Usually they were made from wool, silk and cotton yarn by women. The basic colors used were red and white. The threads are woven together. Traditional martenitsa can include other elements such as silver coins, beads, garlic, snail’s shells, horse’s tail hairs, etc. Together they formed an amulet.

People give martenitsi to family and friends – it’s particularly important that young children have them and even farm animals sometimes wear them – but only for a limited length of time:

Usually the end of the period is connected with the first signs of the coming spring – blossomed trees, meeting of the first spring birds like storks, swallows or cranes. Then people remove their martenitsa and tie them to a tree…

When the martenitsa is taken off according to all rituals its special spiritual purposes are over. This marks an important transition – the end of the winter and a tansfer to positive changes.

The tree is such a powerful symbol of spring, renewal and fertility. But also at this time of year a symbol of the cycle of birth and death. I like the juxtaposition of the martenitsa still tied to this branch as the leaves turn and close the circle.

Don’t forget – only two weeks to go before entries close for this month’s Festival of the Trees. If you have a link to submit please send a mail to festival [dot] trees [at] gmail [dot] com.

Lacking lumps

I was bitterly disappointed (geddit?) to discover that coffee in Budapest is served with little sachets of sugar crystals. Not a lump in site.

first coffee

However there were the delicious and not-sickly-sweet Hungarian pastries to give solace

first pastry

at the beautiful Callas café near the opera house.

callas café

Coffee drinking time was initially severely curtailed by the necessity to visit shopping malls in the vain search for a travel adapter. What kind of idiot whose life and work is centred on their laptop forgets to bring one of their dozen or so UK-3-pin to European-2-pin adaptors with them thus ensuring they cannot recharge their computer? Yes, this kind of idiot.

Luckily I was meeting up with Maria who both knows the city and speaks Hungarian so eventually bacon was saved in the Apple store and, as this post attests, contact with the world was re-established.

The bits I’ve seen of Budapest are wonderful – a mixture of architectural styles and a wonderful attention to detail in the 19th and 20th century fixtures and fittings. There is a metro system, the oldest in continental Europe, and many of the stations appear almost unchanged since they were built in the mid 19th century.

metro 1

There is beautifully decorated ironwork, tiling and a lot of wood panelling.

More walking and sight-seeing and coffee are planned for Sunday.

Countryside

Of course not everything about the countryside is beautiful.

beautiful english countryside

In fact some things are downright ugly.

pylon shadow

Although I suppose it depends on how you look at them.

There’s a red ring around the moon

…and it’s full, I told the gathered diners, and went out to take a picture. My stepmother said it meant rain.

Rain or not it’s the sort of thing that gives great delight if you can actually see it. Away from the bright lights of the big city the sky is full of wonders.

moon ring

The next morning the second-born demanded to see the picture.

“That’s not a ring, that’s just clouds” he said, obviously disappointed that it wasn’t like saturn.

The presaged rain hasn’t shown up, though. It’s been a beautiful sunny autumn day.

There's a red ring around the moon

…and it’s full, I told the gathered diners, and went out to take a picture. My stepmother said it meant rain.

Rain or not it’s the sort of thing that gives great delight if you can actually see it. Away from the bright lights of the big city the sky is full of wonders.

moon ring

The next morning the second-born demanded to see the picture.

“That’s not a ring, that’s just clouds” he said, obviously disappointed that it wasn’t like saturn.

The presaged rain hasn’t shown up, though. It’s been a beautiful sunny autumn day.

Frizzy arboretum

This month’s Festival of the Trees is being hosted by Lorianne at Hoarded Ordinaries, so I suppose it’s a hoarded arboretum. It’s full of links to gorgeous words and images, beautifully illustrated by Lorianne’s own pictures.

Next month the trees will be holding their festivities here (one of the main reasons I reconstituted the blog so as to give them somewhere to gather). I love the “what we’re looking for” instructions:

For the purposes of the Festival, we’re defining trees as any woody plants that regularly exceed three meters in height, though exceptions might be made to accommodate things like banana “trees” or bonsai. We are interested in trees in the concrete rather than in the abstract, so while stories about a particular forest would be welcome, newsy pieces about forest issues probably wouldn’t be. The emphasis should be on original content; we don’t want to link to pieces that are 90% or more recycled from other authors or artists.

The Festival of the Trees seeks:

• original photos or artwork featuring trees
• original essays, stories or poems about trees
• audio and video of trees
• news items about trees (especially the interesting and the off-beat)
• philosophical and religious perspectives on trees and forests
• scientific and conservation-minded perspectives on trees and forests
• kids’ drawings of trees
• dreams about trees
• trees’ dreams about us
• people who hug trees
• people who make things out of trees
• big trees
• small trees
• weird or unusual trees
• sexy trees
• tree houses
• animals that live in, pollinate, or otherwise depend on trees
• lichens, fungi or bacteria that parasitize or live in mutualistic relationships with trees

So get creative with the woody plants (audio of trees, anyone?) and send any contribution for consideration to: festival [dot] trees [at] gmail [dot] com. The deadline is 30 October, the festive forest appears the very next day on the first of November.