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Never come between a man and his rum

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These are some diary entries written in 1916 by Captain Alexander Stewart while serving with the 3rd Scottish Rifles on the Somme, during WWI.  I read some excerpts in the March 2008 issue of Harpers.  A book is available for download, online, at http://www.grandfathersgreatwar.com/index.html

June 30
The finest thing that ever happened in the tranches was the rum ration, and never was it more needed than on the Somme.  Yet some blasted, ignorant fool of a general — damned in this world and the next — wanted to stop it and, for a time, did.  The man must be worse than the lowest type of criminal, have no knowledge of the conditions in which the troops exist, and be entirely out of touch with the men who are unfortunate enough to have him as their commander.  He should have been taken up to the line and frozen in the mud.  I would have then very willingly sat on his head, as he was a danger to the whole army.  Curse him.  Those who have not spent a night standing or sitting or lying in mud with an east wind blowing and the temperature below freezing may think that I am extravagant in my abuse of the man who denied the soldiers their rum rations.  Those who have will know that I am too temperate.

August 26
Leave High Wood for trenches north of Bazentinle-Grand.  The flies in this part of the line are a perfect plague.  They cover everything.  They make it very difficult for a man to eat, as they cover the food he is about to put in his mouth.

September 1
While on a march, I was unable to get on my horse and had to be pushed up by my men.  When up, I could not get down.  An awkward predicament when suffering from dysentery.

Just goes to show you the similarities between trench  warfare and sailing.  I have left out the most graphic entries.

Remembrance Of Two Pioneers


Two people, each a giant in his field, and true pioneers, both passed away recently. Pawn was deeply influenced by both. Joseph Weizenbaum, pioneer in artificial intelligence and skeptic of technology’s role in human affairs passed away on March 5th, and Gus Giordano, pioneer in jazz dance and an extraordinarily gifted correographer passed away on March 9th.

Here is an excerpt from the New York Times obituary of Weizenbaum:

Eliza, written while Mr. Weizenbaum was a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1964 and 1965 and named after Eliza Doolittle, who learned proper English in “Pygmalion” and “My Fair Lady,” was a groundbreaking experiment in the study of human interaction with machines.

The program made it possible for a person typing in plain English at a computer terminal to interact with a machine in a semblance of a normal conversation. To dispense with the need for a large real-world database of information, the software parodied the part of a Rogerian therapist, frequently reframing a client’s statements as questions.

In fact, the responsiveness of the conversation was an illusion, because Eliza was programmed simply to respond to certain key words and phrases. That would lead to wild non sequiturs and bizarre detours, but Mr. Weizenbaum later said that he was stunned to discover that his students and others became deeply engrossed in conversations with the program, occasionally revealing intimate personal details.
Joseph Weizenbaum, Famed Programmer, Is Dead at 85 – New York Times

A friend and mentor introduced me to Eliza in 1976, about a decade after its conception, and it opened my eyes to what could be done with what are now called human machine interface facilities (commonly referred to as UI). Much of my professional work with technology, whether in computer fields or in exhibit development have been influenced by those early lessons.

In 1980 I had the honor to work on several dance performances with Gus Giordano Dance Chicago, when they came to the humble Metropole Theater in Milwaukee where I did lighting and tech work at the time. Here is an excerpt from the Times’ obituary of Giordano:

Mr. Giordano was best known through the performing of his company, Giordano Jazz Dance Chicago, founded in 1962 and based in Evanston, and through his teaching at dance conventions throughout the United States.

The company, now directed by Nan Giordano, his daughter, is said to have been the first dance troupe to dedicate itself solely to jazz dance. The company’s programs featured pieces by Mr. Giordano and later, as he grew older, included dances by guest choreographers including Mia Michaels and Davis Robertson. The performers became known for their strong training, energy and hard-driving, precise way of moving.

“Their sleek lines and high, silent jumps had the feel of a well-oiled 1958 Chevrolet Impala, a pure expression of another era and something we remember as historically sexy,” Erika Kinetz wrote in 2005 in The New York Times, reviewing “Giordano Moves,” a tribute presented at the 14th annual Jazz Dance World Congress in Chicago.
Gus Giordano, 84, Innovator of Modern Jazz Dance, Is Dead – New York Times

Pawn remembers Gus as friendly and open, and very respectful. He had already won his Emmy award by the time I met him, but was gracious and down to earth. His company loved him, and it showed in the enthusiasm of their performances. I always looked forward to their arrival at the theater, and learned a lot about lighting design working on those shows.

London Journal – Day 21 – Teaching Shakespeare

There is an article in The Guardian today that caught my eye. The
story is about the importance of starting to teach Shakespeare to
children at age 4 instead of waiting until teenage years. Here is my
favourite quote:

Michael Boyd, artistic director of the RSC, said: “Really, the right time to learn Shakespeare is when children are fearless, when they are used to trying out new language.

“That is very young children’s daily existence, new words aren’t a problem. You need to get them before they lose the habit of singing songs and have had the fairy dust shaken out of them.”
Teach children Shakespeare at four, says RSC | Theatre story | guardian.co.uk Arts

London Journal – Day 20 – Home Front Readers

UK readers now make up 10% of this blog’s readership, compared to 50% US.  I at least find that interesting.  Those posts most commonly read by Brits are the theatre and arts reviews.  One of these, of Thin Toes, is now prominently featured on that show’s Facebook page.

Thanks for the attention ladies!

It does make me think that perhaps I should have said more about some of the shows I have seen.  In particular, A Prayer For My Daughter, at the Young Vic.  I mentioned the show, but never said what I thought of it.  I will correct that now.

The script for Prayer, by Thomas Babe, takes us back to a grubby police office in 1970’s New York.  Two detectives bring in a pair of suspects and try to get them to crack while agonizing events are unravelling outside the office and inside the characters.  This is a tense piece, and gives the audience little time to breathe.  The set is perfection; Fourth Of July, and the detritus is all around.  A well crafted soundscape and pitch-perfect lighting complete the illusion.  The peculiar space of the Young Vic studio space is used to its utmost here.

The performances?  Where to begin.  The program says “brings together some of the strongest acting talent.”  True, true.  I give a special nod to Colin Morgan for his performance as Jimmy Rosebud.  He is captivating and lets his character build from within over the length of the show, until he has the other characters, and the audience, completely roped in.  Then he explodes in a tour de force soliloquy in which the force of his blubbered monologue is even more daunting than the weapon he brandishes.  Keep your eye on this young man.

Colin Morgan

My dream show — How about Colin Morgan and Helen Millar in Mamet’s The Woods?  Hand out smelling salts in the lobby!

London Journal – Day 19 – Sleeping and Dreaming

I almost forgot to mention my stop at the Wellcome Collection today. Their current exhibit is Sleeping and Dreaming, and quite good. I particularly enjoyed the Traces of Sleep section. One piece, The Sleepers by Nils Klinger, is a portrait of sleep achieved by means of a super-long exposure taken by the light of a single candle while the subject slept. The room was darkened, the candle lit, and the shutter opened. Once the candle had failed, the shutter was closed. The result is a sort of time-lapse photograph of the sleeper (note: this is not the exact piece displayed in the exhibit):

The Sleeper

The rest of the collection is captivating, and well captured in The Phantom Museum, by The Brothers Quay a stop action animation featured in the Museum.

I then wandered down through Tottenham Court to get some lunch and enjoy the scenery. Of particular interest was the scene outside a Scientology office. Scientology is treated here as a dangerous cult and roundly hated. In these two pictures you can see the protesters on the east side of the road and the offices on the west. There are more bobbies here than I have seen in any one place the entire time I have been here.

London Journal – Day 17 – Synchronicity

Eyes On The Prize

After a lovely walk through St. James Park to admire the plentiful daffodils (see http://www.fortunespawn.com/gallery and search for “daffodils”) I happened across the Photographer Of The Year 2007 show, sponsored by Digital Camera magazine.  The shot above, “Eyes on the prize” is one of my faves.  The man in this image is “A street performer who regularly features at the Edinburgh Fringe, known as ‘He Who Wears Red’ (because his upper body is painted red), photographed near Edinburgh Castle at this year’s Fringe.”

Another striking image, and the overall winner in this years contest, is Marta, which I will not display here because it is very hard to look at out of context.  Marta is a young woman who was rejected by a modelling agency, and is severely anorexic.  I was struck by this in part because I knew at the time I was going to see Thin Toes (see below), a play about anorexia, this evening.

The real synchronicity came about while I was on the underground on my way to the theatre for tonight’s show.  I had been lost in thought and missed my transfer at King’s Cross and had to get off at Farringdon and go back one stop.  On the platform waiting for the west bound train, I noticed a man practising with a glass globe just like the one held aloft by He Who Wears Red (above).  The train came and the man was in the next car, but I could watch him through the doors as he continued to practice rolling this orb around effortlessly across his arms, around his hands, all while being jostled by the speeding carriage.  Amazing performance.

So, orbs and anorexics — coincidence or…

Ta!

Alarming Numbers

There was a lot of national stress here in the UK this past week when it was announced that the country has used up all 86 thousand prison beds.  MPs asked the judiciary not to send so many offenders to prison, but to look to alternative sentences instead.

Meanwhile, over in the US the headline today is that with a prison population of 1.6 million souls and another 700+ thousand in local jails, 1 of every 100 adults in the population of 230 million is now incarcerated.

Given that the adult population of the UK currently stands at about 50 million (according to CIA estimates) that means their percentage is 0.17% of the adult population incarcerated, or one in 581.

What a frightening set of statistics!

London Journal – Day 16 – Grapes Of Wrath

Vince Martin (Pa) in rehearsal

Last night I attended a performance of The Grapes Of Wrath presented by the theatre troupe of Only Connect, a local charity, at their new theatre in a converted chapel near King’s Cross station in northeast London. “Only Connect! Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted” wrote E.M. Foster in Howard’s End, and Emma Kruger took those as her watchwords when she started Only Connect only two years ago.

Now, after having staged three productions with inmate casts and crews within the walls of HMP Wormwood Scrubs and HMP Holloway, Only Connect are producing their first show with post-release personnel, along with members of their families and community. The result was a spectacular demonstration of what can come of good will coupled with good deeds, and offers hope not just for these ex-offenders and their families, but for a society who welcomes them back rather than shunning them.

The script is an adaptation by Frank Galati of the famous Steinbeck work, originally produced in 1990 by Chicago’s Steppenwolf Theatre Co., which they in turn took to Broadway and Tony Award glory. It is heavily abridged, as you might imagine. “It’s quite shocking, they’re in California already. It takes up this much of the book.” said the gentleman in front of me at interval, holding his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. Large swaths of the narrative are axed outright, but it is an evening at the theatre, so this is inevitable.

The theatre itself is an old church, taken over by the charity just this year. They have done an imaginative job converting it into a performance space, using a scaffold of pipe and laddering to provide the suggestion of structures and a loft over the stage occupied by a five piece combo and a chorus of at least 6 vocalists. The musical accents are pivotal to the show, and well done indeed.

The cast, some of whom gained release just days before rehearsals commenced, have only had four weeks rehearsal. In some places this shows, as does the relative inexperience of some of the actors. This is more than made up for by the sheer weight of the piece, and the strong sense of relevance to these people’s lives. When a man you know full well has just found freedom takes the stage as a character who has just gained his own, you cannot help but feel the pathos.

To a standing ovation after the curtain calls had ended, Kareem Dauda (Rev. Jim Casey) said “To be free and on the outside and doing this in front of you people it’s just amazing!”

Kareem Dauda (Rev. Jim Casey) and Anthea McKenna (ma) in rehearsal

Was it great theatre? In the sense of a highly polished performance which draws the audience in and persuades them that the actor up on stage is really the character in the story. no. In the sense of taking the audience to a place of understanding and empathy, and through performance transforming all of those involved, actor and audience alike, resoundingly YES! I have years of theatre production in my background, and have rarely been as moved by a performance as I was last night.

I hope all the best for Only Connect. They have had a spectacular run so far, not just with this show, and sell out crowds every night, but with their successful series of productions, acquiring their own home, and even with the development of their program. An example: many of the post-release members of their cast have lived together the past month in their new Caledonian Road group house, along with production staff. Only Connect literally meet their members at the prison gates upon their release as part of a comprehensive resettlement effort. This attention to reintegration is the hallmark of a successful programme.

For more information on Only Connect, or to make a donation, please visit them at http://www.onlyconnectuk.org.

London Journal – Day 12 – A Hard Night’s Day

After the theatre (more on that later) I went down to Windsor Palace for a spot.  The 6 Nation’s match was on, England vs France.  You can only imagine what this meant for pubs across the great country who had the foresight to invest in HDTV!

In the Windsor Palace I found a plush leather seat in the corner with no view whatsoever of the telly.  It isn’t that I didn’t want to watch, I gladly would have.  My father played rugby, and I can figure it out within a minute or two of watching, generally.

Suddenly, after much cheering, the crowd dissipated, and I got a seat at the bar.  I captured the night’s scores in the margins of my Telegraph: England 24 – France 13.  Wales 40 – Italy 8, Ireland 34 – Scotland 13.  So, other than Scotland’s ignominious defeat, Great Britain had a damn good day.  This was not lost on the 16 year old French bartendress at the Windsor Palace.  She cursed under her breath and kept slinging ale at the sotted masses.