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The Budapest Office - Castro Bisztro, Madach ter

The Budapest Office - Castro Bisztro, Madach ter
Ponder, Scribble, Ponder (Photo Erdotahi Aron)

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Thursday, 7 June 2007

Work - not doing any, honestly.

Until I took time out I was working for the MoD, not far from Cheltenham... by which I mean just "not far" from Cheltenham.

I specifically do not mean that I was working - ahem! - "not far" from Cheltenham

BTW, did you know who invented the hole in the doughnut? Captain Hanson Gregory - and there's a statue commemorating him for this stroke of genius...

Anyway, revenons a nos moutons...

I would like to take this opportunity to deny some things.

  • I am not a giraffe
  • I am not the Budapest Station Chief
  • In six years time I shall be three years older than my brother
  • My birth year has only two prime factors
  • Titan is made of gouda

Obviously I am only denying the falsehoods - how could I deny the truth?

So, that's it then - and yes, I will be available when Daniel Craig gets bored...

PS The Barber shaves everyone in town who does not shave himself.

Q: Does the Barber shave himself?
A: Yes, the barbershop is just outside the town
(this can, and has been formalised I believe)

The Dogon of Mali, Sirius and Stuff

Here is a Dogon joke:

Q: How many people are there in a Dogon family?
A: Five - two parents, two children and a French anthropologist.

Anthropologists just love the Dogon - and why not, they are a fascinating people - Mali is on my list of Must-See places as soon as IT is finished and I reap the reward of some hard earned globe-trotting (No, you may not go first Dean - I mentioned Namibia once and the next thing I know he's swooping over the desert at head height in a light aircraft!).

Anyway, the Wikipedia article is rather long on the whole "Sirius Mystery" angle: how come the Dogon know so much about Sirius - and even the existence of Sirius B which you need a pretty large telescope to see, etc. etc. eh?

Unfortunately, no one is without a reasonable argument: they learned all about Sirius from aliens (who, after all, should be expected to know) or they learned about it from missionaries - the god-bothering brigade of olden days, being gentlemanly in their pursuits, being rather keen on the whole astronomy thing don't you know?

However, I digress... but before returning to the topic, where did I hear that the Dogon also talk of Sirius C - whose existence wasn't detected until a very few years ago? Hmmm? Are missionaries now providing real-time hookups to Hubble as they go? [Found it: le Renard Pâle, p475... "The star emme ya” emme ya tolo is more voluminous than po tolo and four times lighter. It also orbits around Sirius...]

Anyway, what the Wikipedia article doesn't mention are some other, y'know, like "wow!" things the Dogon believe in... if you put the right spin on them.

This came home to me as I was reading Essai sur las Cosmogonie des Dogon a book by a French anthropologist (see?) called Eric Geurrier, which also references the seminal work mentioned above, "Le Renard Pâle" by Marcel Griaule and Germaine Dieterlen, 1965 (guess their nationality and occupation!).

According to this, the Dogon speak of le "monde d’étoiles en spirale" - the spiral word of stars - which sounds remarkably like a galaxy to me... furthermore, they don't just speak of Le Monde, they speak of Les Mondes, a veritable plethora of galaxies.

But, they are not merely masters of the macrocosm, they are pretty good on the microcosm too... this is the (heavily edited and badly translated by me) story of creation:

In the beginning, before all things, was the god Amma, who rested on nothing. The rolled-up ("en boule") egg of Amma was closed [in upon itself], but divided into four pieces called “clavicles”

The four clavicles are equally prefigurations of the four elements the “four things” water, air, earth and fire; similarly the bisections which separated them, marked the four collateral directions the “four angles”, which is to say, space

But Amma was not very pleased with the result, so he started again...

‘Oeuf D’Amma” Second Genesis (again my translation from the French)

He opened his eyes. This act caused the emergence of the yala from the spiral which, turning in the egg prefigured - in the interior of the egg - the future expansion of the universe.

Thus Amma had pierced the envelope of his breast, and his “eye”, appearing as if from a hole, had become a light, which lit up the universe and revealed the existence of all things in creation.

The universe in the breast of Amma was timeless and without extent, space and time merged by mutual agreement.

When I read this, I was astonished to find myself contemplating the very creation of space and time, their intrinsic inter-connectedness, the Big Bang, etc. etc. described in mythic terms by the Dogon. [If only I could track down the article I read once in which somebody brilliantly re-wrote modern particle physics as a piece of wizardry on a par with Lord of The Rings]

But, enough about Sirius already- lets big-up the Dogon for their whole intuitive appreciation of Special Relativity, General Relativity, cosmology, the Big Bang, etc. etc. and come to think of it, the whole en-boule thing which is really about Grand Unification of the four forces, possibly even, via the "chevron dance", anticipating String Theory.

Can I make this an urban myth? Nope - that's up to you!

PS French anthropology is great! You should read "The Raw and the Cooked" (Le Cru et le Cuit) by Levi Strauss - he has a wonderful transformational theory that can explain everything.

Tuesday, 5 June 2007

IT - The Book. Pomegranates and Knowledge

So.... I promised some explorations of what IT is, time to deliver!

It's been tough recently, I've got rather bogged down in small but important details (Do I hear a "Ha!" from Mr Bubley?), in fact I've just had to email a friend and ask what the root structure of the pomegranate tree (Punica Granatum) looks like.

Yes, it is important - I have a pomegranate sitting on the kitchen table right now, I know how many sections the fruit contains (5 to 7), how to open one (cut off the calyx having noted the divisions between the sepals - score deeply along the lines they suggest and open up, remove nasty tasting membrane), how big they are, what their leaves look like, and even how many grains they contain et cetera et cetera et cetera (you don't really want all the weblinks where I got this stuff do you?).

But, today's effort has been more epistemological... I hadn't heard of the Gettier Problem before and it was interesting to contemplate. Suffice to say (and no surprise to my Malvern chums) I have decided that Knowing is not a state of being, but a process, the process of taking a true belief and telling it like it is. I say no surprise to the Malvern Modellers because my affinity for processes is well known... almost everything is almost always a process , and if it isn't, it's becoming one.

Of course in the book this is all much more poetical and there isn't really time to go into all the ins and outs. That's the point of the book I suppose, to sweep across the ground in a sort of philosophical blitzkrieg in search of denkensraum...

Read it and weep.

Now however I shall be delving into 20th C British History (but that's offline), so...


Yours (parenthetically)

Mr Stuff