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This weekend was full of bobcat. I managed to salvage that portion of Sunday which involved seeing Jack Clayton's Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983) and The Bespoke Overcoat (1956) at the Harvard Film Archive with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gaudior and rushthatspeaks, and today made a huge leap forward at the point where derspatchel took me to dinner at The Friendly Toast and then to a late showing of Moonrise Kingdom (2012)—which I loved, better, I think, than any other Wes Anderson I've seen so far—but in general the last four days have not been among the best. I have, at least, as of this writing, a working computer with a hard drive I didn't have to pay for and all the data I backed up with extreme paranoia on Friday. There are some internet-related problems I will have to address, but not until the morning. Ditto the oh, God number of e-mails I have to answer. Kalliope, muse of epics, pray for me.
strange_selkie sent me this for whenever I came back online: the seven highly productive habits of Alan Turing. Don't forget about chaining your tea mug to the radiator.
Hello. I'm going to bed.
gaudior and rushthatspeaks, and today made a huge leap forward at the point where derspatchel took me to dinner at The Friendly Toast and then to a late showing of Moonrise Kingdom (2012)—which I loved, better, I think, than any other Wes Anderson I've seen so far—but in general the last four days have not been among the best. I have, at least, as of this writing, a working computer with a hard drive I didn't have to pay for and all the data I backed up with extreme paranoia on Friday. There are some internet-related problems I will have to address, but not until the morning. Ditto the oh, God number of e-mails I have to answer. Kalliope, muse of epics, pray for me.strange_selkie sent me this for whenever I came back online: the seven highly productive habits of Alan Turing. Don't forget about chaining your tea mug to the radiator.Hello. I'm going to bed.
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Add Something Wicked to the Ever-Expanding- To-Watch-List; can't believe I've never seen it, given how much I love the novel.
May Kalliope be kind to you.
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Thus in years to come, the ponds of many nations will be saved from excavation for their hoards of mugs thrown in by absentminded deputies.
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Glad you're back to being more or less connected--more later; I've got to go mail a bobcat.
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While we're talking of Turing, any chance you could re-post that Matmos track? As you know, I was less lucky in getting my data back from the previous incarnation of this hard drive.
[Unselfishly], I am *very* glad you have your computer back.
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"Enigma Machine for Alan Turing": http://www.sendspace.com/file/8mzriy
"Messages from the Unseen World (feat. David Tibet)": http://www.sendspace.com/file/h0h4x6
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Absolutely. Have the entire EP.
"Enigma Machine for Alan Turing"
"Messages from the Unseen World"
"Cockles and Mussels"
Enjoy!
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"He's dead, Dave. Everybody's dead. Everybody is dead, Dave."
(I reposted the EP below, however, in case you wish to point anyone in its direction.)
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Thank you! So am I. There are things I can deal with a lot better if I have all my stories where I left them and my music accessible.
Add Something Wicked to the Ever-Expanding- To-Watch-List; can't believe I've never seen it, given how much I love the novel.
It's a very, very mixed film; it suffers from needing to be a Disney movie—it felt sometimes like something that had been assembled from the parts of a more comprehensive, it not necessarily more faithful, much darker adaptation—and from being made in the early years of modern special effects, which frustrates me especially since Clayton himself had proved twenty years ago that the greatest effects of the uncanny are achieved by having as little wrong as possible. There is a scene in The Innocents which is chilling simply because of the way the light lingers in a character's eyes. Something Wicked This Way Comes has animated green smoke and a lot of bluescreen. Jonathan Pryce, however, makes a wonderful Mr. Dark. Watch for him and the scene in the library with Mr. Holloway and hum with your fingers in your ears the rest of the time if necessary.
May Kalliope be kind to you.
I like this blessing.
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Poem, thank you.
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From Andrew Hodges' Alan Turing: The Enigma (1983), the first modern biography and still the best:
In Alan's case, there was a suggestion in the nickname ["Prof"] of his role at school, as the tolerated 'Maths Brain' with his star globe and pendulum, who had performed the feat of cycling from Southampton. As at school, trivial examples of 'eccentricity' circulated in Bletchley circles. Near the beginning of June he would suffer from hay fever, which blinded him as he cycled to work, so he would use a gas mask to keep the pollen out, regardless of how he looked. The bicycle itself was unique, since it required the counting of revolutions until a certain bent spoke touched a certain link (rather like a cipher machine), when action would have to be taken to prevent the chain coming off. Alan had been delighted at having, as it were, deciphered the fault in the mechanism, which meant that he saved himself weeks of waiting for repairs, at a time when the bicycle had again become what it was when invented—the means of freedom. It also meant that no one else could ride it. He made a more explicit defence of his tea-mug (again irreplaceable, in war-time conditions) by attaching it with a combination lock to a Hut 8 radiator pipe. But it was picked, to tease him.
Trousers held up by string, pyjama jacket under his sports coat—the stories, whether true or not, went the rounds. And now that he was in a position of authority, the nervousness of his manner was more open to comment. There was his voice, liable to stall in mid-sentence with a tense, high-pitched 'Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah' while he fished, his brain almost visibly labouring away, for the right expression, meanwhile preventing interruption. The word, when it came, might be an unexpected one, a homely analogy, slang expression, pun or wild scheme or rude suggestion accompanied with his machine-like laugh . . . He cared little for appearances, least of all for his own, generally looking as though he had just got up. He disliked shaving with a razor and used an old electric shaver instead—probably because cuts could make him pass out with the sight of blood. He had a permanent five o'clock shadow, which emphasised a dark and rough complexion which needed more than the cursory attention it received. His teeth were noticeably yellow, although he did not smoke. But what people noticed most were his hands, which were strange anyway, with odd ridges on his fingernails. These were never clean or cut, and well before the war, he had made them much worse by a nervous habit of picking at the side, raising an unpleasant peeling scar.
To some extent, his lack of concern for appearances, like his low-budget mode of life, was an intensification of what people meant by 'donnish', and as such was far more striking to those outside university circles, than to those long familiar with bicycling dons eking out their stipends. It departed from the 'don' typology' in its peculiar youthfulness of manner, but Alan Turing still presented the world outside Oxford and Cambridge with a crash course in King's College values, and the reaction to his oddness was mostly a concentrated form of the mixture of baffled respect and head-shaking suspicion with which English intellectuals were traditionally regarded . . . It was demeaning, but the repetition of superficial anecdotes about his usually quite sensible solutions to life's small problems served the useful purpose of deflecting attention away from the more dangerous and difficult questions about what an Alan Turing might think about the world in which he lived. English 'eccentricity' served as a safety valve for those who doubted the general rules of society. More sensitive people at Bletchley were aware of layers of introspection and subtlety of manner that lay beneath the occasional funny story. But perhaps he himself welcomed the chortling over his habits, which created a line of defence for himself, without a loss of integrity. He, this unsophisticated outsider at the centre, could be left alone at the point where it mattered.
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Glad you're back to being more or less connected--more later; I've got to go mail a bobcat.
And the world spins on . . .
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That's a very astute observation; I find it intuitively correct.
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I hope today and the following days will be better ones.
...the seven highly productive habits of Alan Turing. Don't forget about chaining your tea mug to the radiator.
Thanks for sharing this. Alas, if only I had a radiator to chain it to...
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It does affect the nails; I hadn't thought of that. I knew someone with heavily ridged nails on two or three of his fingers, but that was because they'd come off from exposure to industrial cleaner when he was in his teens or early twenties and grown back unevenly. If Hodges knew any kind of story like that about Turing, he'd have told it. Interesting.
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Well, someday.
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I thought of you reading Cat Valente's Silently and Very Fast for the Hugo list because in midstream she rewrites the story of Alan Turing as if it were Snow White which is something I've been wanting to do for yoinks and seems like the sort of thing that would appeal to you.
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At this point, a dybbuk in this machine would not surprise me. I would only hope it was someone with technological expertise.
I thought of you reading Cat Valente's Silently and Very Fast for the Hugo list because in midstream she rewrites the story of Alan Turing as if it were Snow White which is something I've been wanting to do for yoinks and seems like the sort of thing that would appeal to you.
It's one of the structuring principles of Hodges' biography—Hugh Whitemore threads it even more strongly through his play Breaking the Code. It's a powerful image.
You should write about Turing. It's his centenary on Saturday.
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I like the sound of that, too!