Quisquilia: Lib. nov.

(i)

To seize the opportunity
I chose not
Not when I’m about to leave the next morning.

Ursus montis crucis berolinensis

(ii)

Why rush along
Afar away
If you are leaving ___ for tomorrow?

Oh, the irony! In an article on the prospect of rising sea levels as a consequence of global warming, by way of the accelerated meltdown of another Antarctic ice shelf, The Christian Science Monitor drowns its spelling in a tell-tale of our age’s increasing negligence of good publishing practices. Which seem to have fallen out of fashion, mostly and vastly.

This mishap is probably due to the lack of a thorough editing process; and it is a symptom painfully characteristic of the online media’s fast-paced publishing of content in the digital age. Or should I rather call out the industry on its lazy proofreading? Which not only has spread to book publishing, sadly, but also, given the media’s function as communication multipliers, results in one finding after another of deteriorating spelling habits, limited text comprehension and reduced literacy among young readers and digital natives – and ultimately a break with written tradition in Western societies.

CS Monitor misspells

As if the deluge of misspellings (tantamount to the sea levels rising an additional 4.4 meters by the year 2100 due to the Weddell Sea alone in worst-case scenarios) and the wrecking of both grammar and the world’s unfortified coastlines weren’t enough, though, the article links to a quiz which allows the readers of the Monitor to check their scientific literacy. Hence, even if you should prove as illiterate as an increasing number of media outlets with view to spelling and grammar, you may still make up for it. There is, after all, still some hope willy-nilly amidst all the irony by which this article is fashioned.

Wenn selbst die honorige Zeit zuweilen (und wiederholt) die Übersicht verliert über die europäischen Institutionen; wer wollte es da europäischen Milchbauern verübeln, die wütend gegen den Preisverfall ihrer Produkte und und wider den Preisdruck durch die Molkereien protestieren und für ein vom EU-Parlament mandatiertes Milchpaket – auf den Stufen des Palais de l’Europe? wer nicht sanft über die Europawahl-Panne der Stadt Köln hinwegblicken, welche 2009 Europarat und Europäisches Parlament in einen Topf warf? – Beide liegen schließlich in unmittelbarer Nachbarschaft zueinander im Quartier européen Straßburgs.

ECHR, nicht EU

Dennoch ist dieser Fauxpas der Zeit, welcher nahezu zwei Stunden online unverändert blieb trotz frühzeitiger Richtigstellung durch mehrere Leser, bezeichnend für die Haltung von Medien und einem Großteil des europäischen Publikums vis-à-vis die für ihr alltägliches Leben so maßgeblichen europäischen Institutionen. Oftmals wird bürokratischer Wildwuchs beklagt, wider die Hydra mit ihren tausend Köpfen gezetert und gemurrt, die Demokratieferne der Technokraten in Brüssel und Straßburg mit Resignation gemustert oder mit einer Suade und Schmährede unterlegt, – und doch ein ums andere Mal, wieder und wieder, wird der Umut dem falschen Adressaten zugestellt.

Daher sei hier, der Einfachheit halber, eine Übersicht gegeben der einander korrespondierenden, oftmals darüber verwechselten Institutionen und Einrichtungen (eine eingehende Lektüre erspart dieses Schema aber nicht – man starte hier):

Europarat (CoE)

• 47 Mitgliedsländer
• Ministerkomitee
• Parlamentarische Versammlung
• Kongreß der Gemeinden und Regionen
• Europäischer Gerichtshof für Menschenrechte (ECHR)

Europäische Union (EU)

• 27 Mitgliedsländer
• Europäische Kommission
• Rat der Europäischen Union (Ministerrat)
• Europäischer Rat
• Europäisches Parlament
• Europäischer Gerichtshof (ECJ)

(i) The Great Deluge hits New York yet again. I need to keep in mind, that sunshine usually graces the early hours only, hence morning needs to be put to good use.

(ii) Cactus pear seeds ruin an otherwise fine dish, a fruit salad in my case, made out of fresh mango and kiwi slices in addition to the prickly pear. Mind, its pulp is nothing too spectacular, but it has a nice, exotic flavour. Such a waste!

(iii.a) New Yorkers love their pets dearly. Along Broadway, in the low 80s, you see „Adopt a puppy“ stalls week by week, and kitten cuties looking for a new home can be found one day in front of Barnes & Nobles, the other on the corner of Amsterdam and 81st.

(iii.b) Sometimes, though, such affection borders on the insane. I have seen leg warmers on poodles as early as in late September, my dry cleaner’s wife puts her small bundle of cuteness into a fitted t-shirt, and stores like Canine Styles on Broadway and Wet Nose Doggy Gym in Greenwich Village (at 34 E 13th St) speak for themselves.

(iv) The homeless next door receive much less attention than bow-wow fido. A silent, conscientious choice on a daily basis, whom society considers the real fleabags, and a mark of shame for the haves in US society.

Taxi drivers at Friday Prayer, Riverside Drive

(v.a) Friday, 30 Sep: Jumu’ah prayer at 1 Riverside Drive, while festively dressed families take a walk along the neighbourhood streets and parks, honouring Rosh Hashanah.

(v.b) My speculations on an etymological link between Ramadan and Rosh Hashanah prove false. Yet many other similarities in the holy days of Islam and Judaism are striking.

(v.c) Falafel with French fries might not be a New York specialty; I, however, encounter this fast food merger of East and West for the first time. I am not quite won over by this (supposedly) halal dish.

(vi) With the onset of autumn in early October, charity ads appear on TV, imploring the audience to help the growing number of the hapless and less fortunate in American society. Wendy Malick gives maltreatment of animals a voice, Ben Affleck highlights hunger and malnutrition in America.

(vii) Recto: On the D line to Coney Island, at early evening, pretty much everyone around me speaks Mandarin. On the N train (local) towards Queens, Astoria: à la gauche on parle français, to my right Nihongo (Japanese).

In June, Google rolled out the reverse image search as a new feature, enabling users to „explore the web in an entirely new way“ which basically comes down to allowing one to scan the internet and scour for instances of any particular image in use. Some raving reviews already praise this service as a free, and superior, instrument to Tineye, while others underline its usefulness in fighting rampant copyright infringement on the internet.

I set out to give it a try, and I am somewhat surprised by the results for my first, particular reverse image search, using an image of bacon I took earlier this month. Apparently Google thinks that —

Bacon similes

…Akina Minami looks like bacon on a bun.
…Jenna Elfman looks like bacon on a bun.
…a Dutch amateur model called Lynntjeee looks like bacon on a bun.
…a crying baby and a cute, little lump of sweetness look like bacon on a bun.
…a wooden toy kitchen looks like bacon on a bun.
…some jam-filled macarons look like bacon on a bun. (I have to admit, I took them to be mini burgers which seemed the best approximation so far among Google’s search results.)
…pencil shavings look like bacon on a bun.

It certainly looks like a wide array of wild guesses to me. I can only conclude, that Google’s image comparison algorithms, along with its database, still need some wee bit of fine-tuning.

The Southern moment

A mid-aged man, in his 50s, white collar shirt buttoned up, slowly moving towards the exit, his belly, pronounced, framed prominently by suspenders; right behind, following on to him, a young woman of Indian descent, dark skin, on suit, painstakingly taking notes; — as assistant.

(dinner at El Centro, 824 9th Ave / 54th St, 22.08.)

59th St / Columbus Circle 1904 tiles exposition

The Western decline

Speaking from a European perspective, health care reform in the States is just a tiny, tiptoey step into the right direction. Isn’t it odd that a nation which took so bold to the West, manifest destiny, yadda yadda –; now proves so scared of even teensy-weensy steps towards Western civilisation?

(in the context of the GOP presidential debates, at Fox News, 19.09.)

Vintern var hård

Det fanns inte mycket att ge åt änderna.
Mor vände upp och ner på brödlådan.
Änderna kväkte och föreföll missnöjda.
Vattnet var svart och snart frös det till.

Vintern var hård, vintern var hård.
Också pengarna frös inne på banken.
Lördagskvällen kunde firas
bara varannan lördag.

5th Ave / 59th St (CPS): Polar bears

Summer was hard

There was plenty for the media and spin doctors.
Abbas turned Netanyahu upside down, if not the entire Levant.
The pundits quacked and seemed resentful.
The water was black and would soon spill over.

Summer was hard, summer was hard.
Even money was frozen in the bank.
Saturday evening could only be celebrated
if they’d reach a peace accord amidst Arab Spring.

(Original poem by Bo Carpelan (1926-2011)).

(i.a) During the final scene of Anna Bolena, a magic moment in the Met when Anna Netrebko, overwhelmed by the audience’s cheerful acclaim, slipped out of character and with a big smile applauded the orchestra, acknowledging their exceptional performance at the dress rehearsal.

(i.b) Set designers are modern magicians, with engineering skills.

(ii.a) Either my clothes have been shrinking due to professional laundry service, or my body has gotten really bloated due to excessive intake of food. I feel I cannot rule out either for sure.

(ii.b) Neither is a cure for my bloated ego.

(iii) A tv ad for the flawless face: An air void of all character and imperfection, is robbed of life’s essence itself rather than just the lines of time.

(iv) 12 Corazones makes me think I should consider learning Spanish, de veras! (15.09.)

Lafayette St (bet Spring & Broome St, nr Petrosino Square)

(v.a) The Yankees just got drowned tonight by rain, and the match against the Boston Red Sox postponed to next Sunday as second game in a day-night doubleheader. (23.09.)

(v.b) Bagging one’s hair is among the smartest choices observed by me this day.

(v.c) Right at the exit of 161st St / Yankee Stadium, ponchos sold for five US-dollars a piece. A few steps further down the street, two sold for five already. The mechanics of free trade versus overcharging by a touting street hawk(er)s‘ cartel on the stairs up.

(vi.a) Kronos Quartet goes Einstürzende Neubauten: To watch, 30 years late, a group of middle-aged men banging hammers on scrap metal and using hand grinders next to cello, violin and viola, leaves me feeling seriously underwhelmed by their Awakening.

(vi.b) Low points of the programme were not limited to David Harrington emulating Blixa Bargeld’s vocals aghast and the all-too-cute Brooklyn Youth Chorus.

(vi.c) Sometimes avant-garde is just trying too hard – instead of delivering, spot-on, such as at the Met.

(i.a) Given my extensive consumption and ingestion of ß-carotene in form of baby-cut carrots (the finger food alternative to junk), I am probably in acute and imminent danger of carotenoderma.

(i.b) At least I don’t eat infants!

(ii.a) Addendum to V (i): W 82nd St, 1 am, on my way back from Music After, Rattus norvegicus enters the stage, scurrying up the stairs from a basement to my right, jaywalking the pedestrian path in front of me, then slipping under some perennials covering a tree pit, bowing out of sight.

(ii.b) NYC’s RIP: Is here the wish father to the thought? Are we channeling Freud?

(iii) Waking up to drum rolls and Amazing Grace played on the bagpipe, as a last farewell: „The sun forbear to shine“.

FDNY 9/11 - Tiles for America

(iv.a) A horrible slogan, based on fear-mongering: „Drive sober, or get pulled over.“ – Wouldn’t an appeal to reason do more good? Or a positive campaign, setting an example?

(iv.b) A terrible slogan, mismatching decency with disease, thus diminishing it as pathological: „If you see an elderly, pregnant, or handicapped person near you, please offer your seat. You’ll be standing up for what’s right. Courtesy is contagious, and it begins with you.“ – Just not as a medical condition, I’d hope, lest I be patient zero instead of merely polite.

(v.a) I have such a craving for chocolate. Let it not be Hershey’s!

(v.b) Never a more delicious, or superior taste as evidenced by this address line: Made by Cadbury UK Limited, PO Box 7008, Bournville, Birmingham, B30 2PT, UK. Found at Fairway’s!

(i) Let me introduce you to New York’s fauna and its habitats: Mus musculus (a fugitive rodent at Westside Cleaners), Columba livia domestica (frequently observed on my window sills and the a/c), and the utterly abominable Scutigera coleoptrata, which ranks high among the most creepy extraterrestials ever.

(ii) An embarrassingly long-sought solution to a standard mathematical problem: t[h] = ((speed.A [km/h] + speed.B[km/h]) / distance [km])^-1. (See here if you wish to inquire what that means.)

(iii) How come all the jams I enjoy here in the States, are of Italian origin? First Fiordifrutta: Organic fruit spread: Raspberry, produced by Rigoni di Asiago Spa, Star-K kosher-certified, and now Pomegranate Raspberry: Organic Preserves by Mediterranean Organic, extra fruit, artisan crafted, „grown under the Mediterranean sun, […] picked at the peak of ripeness and processed in small batches on a 4th generation Italian family farm“.

(iv) A Gourmet Deli? No doubt, I must be in West Village, bordering on Chelsea.

320 West 14th Street

(v) $800 for a dinner for two (omakase-style)? I’d rather go have cazuelas fajitas-style at hip Dos Caminos on the border to Meatpacking District, and then head over to Gaslight with its laidback, retro atmosphere.

(vi) I need my watch battery replaced. Looking for a dealer in the Manhattan yellow pages, I notice that 47 W St nr 5th Ave is the epicentre of New York’s watch-retail, -service and -repair – a.k.a. the Diamond District.

(vii) Spam: „The Jew Watch Project’s 1.5 Billion Pages Served Demonstrate Our Focus on Professionalism“. – What is wrong with you people?! About 1,500,000,000 skew reasons.

(viii) Do you also have a sense of epiphany with this Google Maps street view image?