This is the most recent Alliance/Union universe book (2019). It has languished in the pile since then, until yesterday, when I picked it up and read it.

This is the earliest chronologically, being about the period just before the Company Wars began, and the beginning of the Merchanters' Alliance, the trade cartel that features heavily in many of the Alliance/Union books. Like most Cherryhs it's dense, information-heavy, and nonetheless absolutely gripping, even though it's set entirely on one small, decrepit and fading space station, and the action mostly consists of people plotting, worrying, thinking about plotting and worrying about plotting, and also the political, economic and psychological implications of an era and specific location when both FTL and sub-light co-exist.

I had to laugh at a review that complained that the book did not consider "cultural diversity", because it's about nothing else. The action is entirely driven by the dramatic and incompatible interests, cultures and worldviews of:

1 Earth, with its multiple national governments and their historical obsession with territorial control, this time applied to space;
2 Earth Company, the intergovernmental consortium that controls Earth's space-related activity (amusingly, Cherryh is careful to point out that it is a generous employer; Cherryh has never dealt in easy stereotypes)
3 Earth Company staff (individually unethical and power-hungry, true) imposed on the hapless Alpha Station;
4 Alpha station administration (legally Earth Company employees but with their own local interests, such as keeping their station population alive);
5 the short-haul FTL ships dedicated tradng among to the tiny string of near-Earth stations anchored by Alpha Station (in desperate economic straits and also trying to stay both alive and solvent),
6 the giant long-haul, culturally alien FTL ships (their crews are giant extended matrilineal families) from the far reaches of human space, completely out of Earth's control,
7 the different space stations, all of them essentially independent polities that are nonetheless interdependent with each other and the FTL ships that support them
8 the shadowy threat of Cyteen, Cherryh's own take on 'Brave New World', not yet known as Union but already culturally alien in a completely different way from all the other human polities

The book is set at the instant where a "jump-point" - Cherryh's FTL enabler - has been discovered near Earth, but the information has not yet been made public. Earth has been cut off from its former colonies and their colonies except by years-long sub-light travel (the differences in psychology from the civilisations where FTL is normalised that this creates is also one of the relevant elements in the book). The inevitability of Earth rejoining space-based humanity is the basis of the constant refrain "Sol is coming" used by different parties with hope (more trade so we can survive!), dread (sudden disruptive intrusion of irredentist imperialists into a delicate political and economic stand-off in the far reaches of human space), and resignation (going to happen, how can we mitigate the damage and protect our own interests).

While much of the plotting is directed at trying to prevent Earth reviving the concept of war, this time at the interstellar scale, those of us who have read the other Alliance/Union novels know perfectly well that it's about to start anyway.

Excellent, except that now I have to go and re-read all the others.
This time of the Gothic classic "The Crow", first released in 1994 after the accidental death on set of its leading man Brandon Lee (son of Bruce, of holy memory). Having looked at the trailer, I am not convinced that it can remotely approach the OTT glory of the original.

I still remember watching it, in London in 1994, on a day when I didn't have anything in particular to do (I was on holiday). It was memorable in itself, but also because immediately after that I went and watched "Thirty-Two Short Films about Glenn Gould". They were both splendid in their different ways, and then I had a very good salt beef sandwich at a little cafe down the road. It was a nice day.

This was in the days when there was a whole string of cinemas in the Leicester Square, Charing Cross Road, Piccadilly Circus area, and also I was young and cognitively flexible....
If you haven't had the shingles vaccine, I would strongly recommend it. I went to visit my relatives on holiday and got shingles on the second day. Still recovering, a month later. Ugh. The rash is fading, but the pain is still there and has been joined by a persistent itch. And it wasn't even as bad as it could have been. When I took the sheaf of painkillers my doctor gave me I asked if I'd really need them (I did), and he said his most recent patient had been in so much pain that he had been vomiting. And the one before that had it on her face and in her eye, which I don't even want to think about.

I never want to have this again, so I'm getting the shots at the next opportunity.

Cat tragedy

Apr. 5th, 2024 06:42 pm
Cat 4, of whom I have previously spoken, was found to be pregnant, was captured, and adopted by a colleague. Four kittens were duly born, they seemed to be thriving, there was discussion of names (colleague's housekeeper favoured 'Sweetie', 'Cutie' and 'Tuffy', I suggested "Fang', 'Killer' and 'Claw'; housekeeper won, naturally), all seemed well.

Then, disaster. It turned out that Cat 4 had several serious parasitic infections, which had passed to the kittens, and which killed them all. She herself is seriously ill, and is in treatment. I do hope she survives. There are reasons why most stray cats don't live long.

I am feeling rather guilt-stricken, because while I was feeding her, I didn't think of the parasite issue, which is of course highly salient in a tropical environment. And she was getting tamer even before we caught her, we might have been able to medicate her if we'd just thought of it. I will remember for the future.
I was reading about byssus, the sea-silk woven from the byssus filaments produced by the mussel Pinna nobilis, now only woven in the traditional way by one woman in Italy for educational purposes only. So of course started looking into whether anyone was (a) synthesising the stuff and (b) whether other shellfish also produced byssus that would be usable for textile purposes. And no surprise, there's a lot of interest, since shellfish byssus (which they use to attach themselves to rock or seabed) has all sorts of potentially useful properties.

For my specific interests, this French company, Bysco, seems the most hopeful, since it's producing thread for industrial and technical fabrics from the byssi of farmed edible mussels (Pinna nobilis is technically edible too but it is highly endangered and a protected species under EU law).

https://lampoonmagazine.com/article/2023/11/06/french-start-up-bysco-bio-based-textile-material-byssus-fiber/

And here is some interesting research into the bio-mechanical properties of Pinna nobilis byssus itself. Much too technical for my level of knowledge, but the conclusion that the byssus evolved separately in different mussel species is very interesting.

https://pubs.rsc.org/en/content/articlehtml/2019/sm/c9sm01830a


Apparently the proteins from byssus are used to synthesise spider silk too.

https://scitechdaily.com/the-future-of-sustainable-clothing-new-breakthrough-in-synthetic-spider-silk-fabrication/

https://boltthreads.com/technology/microsilk/


I do hope that Bysco or some company in the same line does eventually succeed in either industrialising byssus as a fashion fibre, or even in synthesising it directly. Artisanal traditions are good to preserve, to be sure, but it would be fun have a dress that started out as moules marinières.
I was in Bangkok for a few days not too long ago, and noticed some very nice art on the walls of Suvarnabhumi Airport as I slogged my weary way from the aircraft door to Arrivals. Suvarnabhumi was clearly designed to ensure that all passengers get in their 10,000 steps before being allowed to leave the terminal...

The train into town is good and connects directly to the BTS, so if your hotel is near a BTS station, you aren't travelling at rush hour and you don't have too much luggage, it's actually not a bad way to bypass the traffic. Otherwise, take a taxi, insist on the meter being on, and take your chances with the traffic jams.

As usual it was hot and the air pollution was awful, but I'm mostly indoors when I'm there, and wear a mask anyway. This time I splurged on the time and booked myself the full three-hour Thai Traditional package at Asia Herb Association, which is a nice, rather upmarket massage chain with several branches in the centre of town. You get one hour each of herbal scrub, Thai massage and herbal ball treatment, which involves being pounced all over with bundles of hot herbs. They supply the disposable knickers and the pyjamas, and the treatment rooms have their own showers, so you can clean off both before and after the herbal scrub. The shower also stops you from smelling too much like a chicken being prepared for roasting, which was rather what I felt like during the scrub. Thai massage is all about feeling better afterwards, rather than while the masseuse is, shall we say, drawing one's attention to all the areas where one's muscles and tendons are tight and need stretching. I'm definitely not one of those iron women who can go to sleep on the mat. But I did feel extraordinarily light and flexible afterwards.


I do remember once at a smaller place, where there were curtained cubicles rather than private rooms, there was a chap in the next cubicle who was having such a relaxing time that my masseuse offered me ear-plugs to block the snores. She had them to hand, so obviously it's not that uncommon...I think he might have been having one of the oil-based massage techniques, which usually hurt a lot less.
It's watermelon season. We have smallish, elongated oval, smooth, green-black ones with red flesh, roundish, green-black, loosely ribbed ones with golden-yellow flesh and huge oval dark and light-green striped ones with red flesh. All crisp, sweet and delicious. I am currently stuffing myself with this very simple salad:

As much watermelon as you want, cubed
As much feta as you want, crumbled
As many shelled walnuts as you want, roughly chopped
A few leaves of whatever basil you have, shredded.

Mix in a bowl, eat. I find dressing unnecessary. For dinner, I might add a nice slice of home-made toast, buttered. Housekeeper makes it with a mixture of regular bread flour and atta (Indian wholemeal) flour.

Yum.
It is koel season. I have a particularly enthusiastic specimen who thinks that 4.30 am is the perfect time to get going. Since he uses the mango tree outside my window, he might as well be sitting on my bed. Urrgh.

The koel is also known as the Asian Cuckoo. It parasitises crows.

https://duckduckgo.com/?q=koel+asian+cuckoo&atb=v385-1&iax=videos&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DAH4-F-GYJtU&ia=videos

Imagine this at approximately the decibel level of a plane taking off next to you.

Christmas

Dec. 25th, 2023 08:42 pm
I wish everyone a safe, peaceful and healthy Christmas and New Year!
Someone I followed mentioned asemic literature. Initially, I couldn't think of anything in real life that fit the definition except English words used for decoration on T-shirts in Asia, which was A Big Thing when I was young. And then this work came to mind:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct6BUPvE2sM
https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2023/nov/22/we-are-creating-a-material-monster-the-false-logic-of-faux-leather


There is a time and a place for synthetic fabrics. Synthetics are cheaper to buy and much easier to keep clean and uneaten by vermin. And if I ever get to another walking holiday in Japan, I am certainly not going to give up Gore-Tex boots and Uniqlo Heat-tech. The technical materials are generally superior, performance-wise, for the functions for which they are intended, as is a simple, plastic raincape that can be folded up and put in a pocket for emergencies.

But if I want something that looks like leather, I'll get leather. Not plastic, whether it calls itself 'vegan' or not (OK, anything claiming to originate from Alpha Lyrae would certainly attract my attention).

I've bought myself a vintage wool cape from an Italian designer label with a fur collar from Etsy Ukraine. The fur looks fine, but the seller reported that the fabric had a lot of little moth-holes. I intend to try to repair them using felting wool/wool roving; the technique looks very interesting and quite doable for an amateur, from the videos online. I shall see when it arrives. It's off-white. and the fur collar is dark brown, so I am mulling over the colour for the wool roving. If the holes are numerous, using black or very dark-brown would give a nice contrast effect. Sartorial kintsugi.
It's cold-brewed coffee with ginger syrup and a lot of soda water, with ice. Basically, a not-very-sweet coffee-ginger soft drink. It is absolutely delicious, super in hot weather, and the only coffee-related thing that I will drink freely and of my own will. I will accept without complaint black, no-sugar espresso or Turkish/Ethiopian coffee if it's served to me, and even enjoy it if it comes with strudel or baklava or loukoum, but this coffee-ginger drink I occasionally go to the shop and order voluntarily.


I could probably make it at home, with home-made ginger syrup (which I prefer to make, because then I can get it as gingery as I want i.e. very) and control the amount of syrup as well; I really don't like sweet drinks.
To my massive annoyance, a whole row of roselle plants (Hibiscus sabdariffa) picked up a virus due to the unduly prolonged monsoon season, just as their hips were ripening nicely, and the whole lot of them had to be pulled out and disposed of. We couldn't even use the leaves for soup (they make a nice sour soup, in the same way that sorrel does in temperate climates).

The papayas look all right so far, fingers crossed and I would have expected them to get sick more than the roselle, because they are dreadfully finicky. An interesting, small, roundish fruit, rather than the long ones I'm used to.

The office garden passionfruit did well. There're some new yellow hybrid ones in the market, from Thailand, so we'll try those out. And multiple packets of different sunflower seeds and one of a spectacular white Strelitzia from Australia, which may or may not grow, but seems worth trying.


We have started feeding a little ginger and white female cat who hangs around outside my gate. She is clearly the offspring of one of the neighbour's garden cats, and was presumably chased out by bigger relatives. Cat 4 cannot be adopted, since the Beastie Boys would have conniptions (they are 10 years old and set in their ways), so we are trying to get her tame enough that she can be handed back to neighbour, possibly as a new house cat. We are currently feeding her the expensive cat food that I bought to try to replace the brand that stopped production, and which the Beastie Boys disdained. When that runs out, we will move on to the freeze dried venison which was likewise rejected. She already knows mealtimes.

The intense blue flowers of Clitoria ternatea the Blue Pea, are used in island Southeast Asia as a food dye (soak the petals in hot water, and the blue comes out) and in mainland Southeast Asia to make a pretty, pale blue drink of no discernible flavour. However, if you squeeze lime or lemon juice into it, it turns an equally pretty pale purple colour, basically purple lemonade, but it's quite fun to watch it happen. One could presumably get a nice little science lesson for children out of it.

There are white and pale blue cultivars, and a very rare lilac-coloured cultivar, but obviously those are of no culinary significance.

https://duckduckgo.com/?q=clitoria+ternatea&atb=v385-1&iax=images&ia=images
https://spectrum.ieee.org/lta-airship-faa-clearance


Sergey Brin has been backing a light-than-air airship intending for humanitarian missions.

its reported 3,000 welded titanium hubs and 10,000 carbon-fiber-reinforced polymer tubes are light enough that it can use nonflammable helium instead of explosive hydrogen as a lifting gas.

Good to know. The article doesn't say what its payload would be.

The proposed Lockheed Martin LMH-1, which was supposed to begin commercial production in 2018 but didn't, was supposed to be able to carry 47000 lbs (21318.84 kg or 21.31884 tonnes).
A concept to which I was introduced recently.

It made sudden sense of some previously rather baffling interchanges of the past, which I had attributed to general cultural misunderstandings, but which I now suspect were attempts at said "armour-piercing questions". Which failed, obviously, because they relied on shared cultural context, shared assumptions and shared moral priorities, that were simply not present. So actually they really were cultural misunderstandings, just probably not the kind that I thought they were.
These days I rarely watch films except on a plane. Most recently, a day flight from Melbourne to Singapore let me watch three in succession:

1 "65": Adam Driver and small girl as a couple of crash-landed humanoid aliens versus dinosaurs, prehistoric terrain hazards, more dinosaurs, and the dinosaur-killing asteroid of 65 million years ago; thus the title. The biggest coincidence being that they happened to be on the side of the planet that the asteroid was going to hit. Adam Driver might well have been wishing that he was still Kylo Ren and thus able to behead dinosaurs with his lightsaber (though he does get to shoot them instead), levitate over the quicksand, and be Evil and ditch the small girl. Though to be fair she was less annoying than such specimens usually are in Hollywood movies.

2 "The Dressmaker": A 2015 Australian film set in 1951 in a small town in the Victorian bush (I assume, since the nearest big city is Melbourne). Described as a comedy-drama, but really an Australian Western/Jacobean revenge drama with sewing-machines instead of guns. Starring Kate Winslet (her looks really suit post-WWII high-glam fashion), Judy Davis as her mother, chewing the scenery in superb style, Liam Hemsworth as the possible love interest (just as staggeringly good-looking as his brother Chris), and Hugo Weaving in a spectacular turn as the small-town transvestite policeman (he and Kate Winslet bond over couture fabrics) who dramatically redeems himself of an old wrong at the end. It was splendidly bonkers, with some fabulous clothes, and I also learned that jumping into filled grain silos is a terrible idea.

3 "Brahmastra Part One: Shiva": a 2022 Hindi blockbuster in a genre probably unique to India, the religious superhero musical. In case you were wondering what a Brahmastra is:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahmastra

It has two very pretty leads (the hero's name is Shiva, and the heroine's is Isha, which as she points out is a name of Parvati, the consort and Shakti of Shiva; this has some significance and may have more in the next two films), and a very stylish and dedicated villainess. Also Shar Rukh Khan in a bravura sequence at the beginning, the Telegu star Nagarjuna in a secondary but heroic role, and Amitabh Bachchan as a nattily dressed Guru, wielding a Hindu lightsaber against the forces of...perhaps not Evil exactly, but of the Unwise and Unreasonable Ambition To Become God (which would also unfortunately precipitate the end of the world). I could have done with more musical numbers, but the film does have a lovely song, the ecstatic "Deva Deva".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNuhKUOD_A0#ddg-play


An English version here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3YnHzglqx8#ddg-play
Found this in an op-shop on a recent visit to Melbourne (about which possibly more later). Read it again with pleasure but re-donated it because the premise was unbearably irritating. Though kudos to Roger for being a jerk with common sense.

That wretched cursed dinner service or whatever it really was? It's not owls or flowers, you idiots. It's crockery. Eat your lunch off it in peace, or put it up for Antiques Roadshow.
The other day, Housekeeper made leftover stew i.e. from all the bits and pieces left over in the freezer and the fridge from previous dishes - frozen scallops, prawns and pork sausage, all braised deliciously together with garlic, carrots and barley. I ate it happily with brown rice and the local spinach-equivalent, stir-fried, but puzzled over the familiarity of the taste. And then I remembered.

In July 1997 I happened to be in Puerto Montt, down in southern Chile, on my way to the island of Chiloe for a short break to get away from the hideous air pollution of Santiago in winter. I was strolling along the shore (one of the many, many nice things about Chile was how safe it was for a lone woman wandering about), and found a curanto restaurant on one of the quays, just in time for lunch.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curanto

They served curanto en olla, in a pot, rather than the classic hole-in-the-ground-lined-with-hot-stones, but properly done with all the layers, and even the pots were pretty exotic - huge black cauldrons keeping warm over the classic tiled charcoal/firewood stoves, each with a different combination of ingredients. I had the tipico - mussels, clams, pork, chicken, chewy flat dumplings and potatoes, all ladled into a big bowl with the fabulous broth on the side, lovely fresh bread and a bowl of pebre (the standard tomato-garlic-herb sauce you get everywhere in Chile). There was dessert too, something involving crispy dough with an orange sauce. I looked up my Chilean cookbook (I try to buy at least one local cookbook whenever I go somewhere new), and it was definitely sopaipillas with chancaca. It was a nice cloudy day, not too chilly, a great day for walking, which I really needed to do after stuffing myself.

Obviously what I've just been eating decades later and on the other side of the world was not the same, beyond the general concept of a surf-and-turf stew, but it was close enough to trigger the memory.

Best of all, Housekeeper made enough for at least two more reasonably sized meals, and the re-heating process will at least approximate the original's hours of simmering. It should be good with toast, too.

We might even try making the sopaipillas.
https://www.theguardian.com/food/2023/aug/23/how-to-make-the-perfect-strawberry-ice-cream-recipe-felicity-cloake

"Perfect strawberry ice-cream

Makes About 1 litre, to serve 8

500g ripe strawberries, hulled
150g white sugar
50ml lemon juice
350ml double cream
150ml condensed milk
A pinch of salt

Cut the hulled strawberries in half, then put in a bowl with the sugar and lemon juice, and stir until the fruit is well coated. Cover and leave to steep for at least two hours, and longer, if possible, until the strawberries are sitting in bright red juice. Puree the fruit, leaving a few small chunks if you like… then add the cream, condensed milk and salt. Stir well, then chill thoroughly for at least an hour.

Churn the mixture in an ice-cream machine and serve at once."

This is quite similar to the gelato recipe that Housekeeper uses, except that we use regular milk, rather than condensed, and single cream. I dislike the high-fat, high-sugar style, which I find too sweet and sticky for my taste (if I want sweet and sticky I will get baklava). And obviously we use frozen strawberries, either from Thailand or from the local bakery supplies wholesaler. Cheaper than fresh, especially out of season, and just as good for culinary purposes. Plus the good Japanese/Korean/Thai varieties are better eaten fresh anyway.

I try strawberry ice-cream whenever I come across it on a menu, the way I do Apple Crumble, just to see if it's better than mine...
I was in Singapore for a few days for work, was pleased to see that Changi Airport is completely back to normal (though plane-ticket prices, alas, are not).

1 I managed to get a weekday morning to go to see the newly-opened Bird Paradise

https://www.mandai.com/en/bird-paradise.html.

Wow.

This is the new version of the Bird Park, which was a zoo specialising in birds, as the name indicates, in a different location. Instead of individual cages per species, there are now eight gigantic walk-in aviaries/habitats, and the birds of that region are all there together. It's really rather amazing and the birds seem happy (except one pacing cassowary with its own enclosure; hopefully its mood will improve as the vegetation in its new habitat becomes more jungly). In the "Heart of Africa" aviary the tailor-birds had a couple of dozen nests already constructed, and a flock of African Grey parrots was busy chewing on the nice new rain-shelter next to the artificial cliff built for the black ibises. I saw several different pigeons nesting, small finchy things flying around with bits of grass in their beaks, and a Razor-Billed Curassow nesting in an actual Bird's-Nest Fern (Asplenium nidus).

The overhead netting looks sufficiently strong to deter the (wild) Brahminy Kite I saw circling thoughtfully above, doubtless wondering how to get to the buffet...

The only place where there were individual cages was the section for the endangered species in special breeding programmes. The Philippine Eagles, alas, have not yet produced offspring, and since they are monogamous, the zoo can't just introduce a third bird in the hopes that it takes the fancy of one of the pair. I don't think the site is complete yet. There were no raptors on display, and I saw some construction work still ongoing, so that might be for them.

Visitor numbers are controlled, so it's best to book a time-slot for entry on-line before you go. It's absolutely fabulous. You could also do the regular zoo and the Night Safari (night zoo for nocturnal animals), which are on the same site, on the same day (the Night Safari opens from 6pm to midnight), but I didn't have either the time or the stamina for that.

2 And after dinner one evening, while strolling through the shopping-centre where the restaurant was, I found a pop-up stall from a local company called Zotelier selling lovely cotton clothes in traditional indigo Japanese designs.

https://zoteliersg.com/

Styles are Japanese ie straight, loose cuts, with a somewhat 1920s look to the dresses, very good for the straight body type, and BOTH BLOUSES AND DRESSES HAD POCKETS. I am an M in their styles, which is my size in the West (in Uniqlo I'm an XL, for context). The saleswoman said that they had run out of L at the stall but they'd be available on-line. The website gives sizing measurements anyway. I bought several pieces and will buy more. They'll be very handy for informal wear in hot climates and seasons. And anyone who puts pockets into their dresses and their tops deserves my custom.

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