Saturday 11 March 2017

Letter to Westeros


Your Grace

Your humble servant thanks you for your recent falcon and the kind concern mooted for our welfare in these lands which are so often shrouded from both time and reason. By now we are pretty much accustomed to living in the eye of the storm although recent events have admittedly raised more eyebrows than usual. However we persevere through hell and high water with a fixed grin and determined chin. Of course we have to be thankful for small mercies. This winter's temperatures here at Seoulfell only dropped to a slightly fresh -15’C, which compared favourably with last year’s somewhat brisker –19’C. Normally I would not have bothered hauling our furs out of the East Tower but the wifelet does enjoy parading around in her Desigual great coats, which is not unreasonable given how little she loves to wear underneath them. Believe me when I say that our bed chamber practically heats itself through the depths of winter...



The river at Seoulfell Spires - treacherous icesheets in wintertime

Fortunately your concerns for our safety are only partly warranted for the moment. It is true that the Starvelings to the north have been very busy of late, evidently developing some sort of long range trebuchet which enabled them to launch five mid-range missiles as far as the Sea of Nippon for the first time. Their alchemists also continue their mystical research to purify the long-forbidden Nuclear Orefire which they secretly test from time to time in the labyrinthine depths of the caverns inside their mountains. The Assembly of the Seven Continents repeatedly denounces this alchemy and forbids the Starvelings the technology to develop these weapons. However their Super Supreme Leader argues that if the Brothers of Sinai, the worshippers of Guns 'n' Moses can be trusted with this technology then how much more dangerous can it really be in the hands of a tinpot despot with delusions of deiety (and a whimsy for executing relatives with rocket launchers) running an economy based on agriculture and amphetamines ? Of course the Assembly has been slow to provide a credible response to this argument.


Mobile traction trebuchet with molten iron bombs at Kuju, Korea, 1231


These days the North’s ambitions cause so much consternation among the South’s great unwashed that the High Council of Seoulfell now seriously considers developing its own nuclear orefire weapons. Happily, for the moment they seem prepared to settle for a fleet of Dragons of THAAD to continuously search the skies for any missiles which the Starvelings might fire to the south and then to quickly intercept and incinerate these before they make landfall. Although dragons have become a rarity in modern times, it seems that a kind offer to borrow some for a fair market price has been extended by the New King of Orange as part of his incoherent plan to "Make Orange Great Again". 


Dragons available from The Mother of Dragons

Or alternatively


Dragons available from The King of Orange

Somewhat understandably the prospect of no fly zones enforced by foreign and previously untested dragons has upset our Canton neighbours who fear their national income will be at risk if their much-prized flocks of sheep with golden fleeces are inevitably picked off as snacks by bored and hungry carnivores during long and tedious high-altitude patrols. In protest the number of Canton visitors to Seoulfell has reduced dramatically with many innkeepers and market stalls reporting only one quarter of the usual level of trade for this time of year.


Lamb BBQ dragon snacks - collateral damage

Meanwhile the Super Supreme Leader, the Weird Walker of the North, is increasingly reported hobbling about with a stick these days, suggesting an unknown ailment. Only this month he reportedly engaged a pair of dusky Dornish assassins to caress the face of his half brother with a lethal poison, dispatching him with rude haste for an unscheduled interview with his creator. However given the modern tendency towards surprise resurrections, one wouldn’t be entirely surprised to find it was all just a teaser.

In any case, since the last three moons most of us in Seoulfell have been totally preoccupied with the impeachment proceedings of High Chancellor Park for her extortion of huge bribes from the blue-blooded families of the Merchant Guild. In exchange she granted favourable business mergers to secure tax concessions. She also allowed her bestie to not only meddle but personally direct High Council appointments and decisions of state. The chattering classes are predictably thrilled to see real life imitating their tacky novellas as the downfall of the entire High Council started with something as insignificant as a lover’s spat between the bestie-in-question and her personal toy-boy 'Koh'. In these parts Koh is the envy of all women of a certain age, not only having won gold medals for fencing but also being blessed with a divinely cherubic countenance and buns so tight he can crush walnuts between them.
The following link shows proof of principle.






Certainly everything came to a head yesterday with the Constitutional Court’s ruling that the High Chancellor shall have hers separated from her shoulders forthwith. 


Evidently the stress and gravity of the Constitutional Court's decision weighed a little too heavily on some of the Chief Justices in recent days 

Just two days earlier the heir apparent of the nation's wealthiest merchant family was hamstrung when offered a royal suite in the dungeons for his alleged and yet-to-be-proven, part in the whole chicanery. No doubt the court has many questions, including the fate of an US$885bn fund promised to the public to appease concern over a previous slush fund scandal in 2008.

http://m.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=20170228000806&ntn=0


Obviously the serfs have been over-celebrating the impeachment in their usual soju-intoxicated style since the announcement but as always nobody here looks beyond today's sunset. There is no coherent plan beyond choosing a new High Chancellor, for example; how the law should apply to a single merchant family which generates 35% of the nation’s wealth. They remain to all intents and purposes above the law. They are essentially more powerful than the High Council or indeed the Kingdom itself. Similarly there are no ideas how to engage with the Super Supreme Leader of the Starvelings of the North or how to restore Canton tourism or how to negotiate a new trade treaty with the New King of Orange.

There's so much more to tell but to write more would simply overload our poor falcon Boris - who is already plump enough to be mistaken for a pidgeon even by even a keen observer in broad daylight.  

Until next time I remain your humble servant.





Monday 6 March 2017

Lies, Damned Lies and Sadtistics

As a maturing species we still have some fairly major character flaws to iron out; not least the way we love to revel in scenarios of impending doom and gloom. Usually the doomier and gloomier the news, more we love to wallow in it. 

At the end of the 90's our enthusiasm for the approaching new century and indeed our ambitions to boldly go into a whole new millenium were seriously tempered by dire predictions of global system failures as our technology would fail to roll over smoothly from 1999 to 2000. 


"Fascinating Captain.
Mass hysteria on a scale rarely seen in a cultured society or indeed an intelligent species..."

Boffins unanimously explained that when computing was in its infancy the high cost of data storage led to each year being abbreviated to just its last 2 digits; eg computers stored 1989 as simply 89, meaning the year 2000 would be indistinguishable from the year 1900. 



Not since Noah had such dire warnings of global cataclysm been voiced - although arguably, this time more people were actually listening. Every imaginable disaster was predicted from airliners dropping out of the sky to having to wait a century for your automatic coffee machine to come out of hibernation. 


http://time.com/3645828/y2k-look-back/

When the Y2K bug failed to deliver armageddon, few people expected computers would bring much more than electronic financial transactions, free email and unfettered access to music, movies and pornOrwell had correctly anticipated the mass surveillance of Big Brother but few foresaw the arguably more ominous impact of Big Data. 

Early examples of big data and what it could reveal came in the form of decades of declassified military bathymetry, hydrophone data and sea surface mapping which laid the basis for the first computerised models of deep ocean currents, most notably the El Nino / La Nina oscillation in the southern Pacific. 


So while academics mined historical data for its hidden secrets, big business focussed on the real time collection of new data by connecting every gadget to the net. We can now see how much money people are spending, when, where and on what. Where people are going, by which mode of transport and how often. How many sportos are running, cycling and hiking and how many couch potatoes are watching tv, browsing or XBox-ing. And thanks to twitter we now start to see how many powerful decision makers actually think before they tweet and how deeply they actually understand the issues.


Batrump: arguably not the anti-politician that America deserves
but trying to be the anti-politician that America needs right now

In Korea, big data feeds navel-gazing obsessions such as the impending population implosion, gloomy social and employment demographics and the doom of Korea losing its national identity. These warnings are invariably supported by reams of sad statistics or 'sadtistics' from the latest studies which are hastily digested and committed to memory for quick reference later. Long-running themes include;













If the daily media was the window to the nation, we c
ould be forgiven for thinking that the country was about to slide off a precipice, especially for the single men of a certain age without a well-paying job in a huge conglomerate. Positive news is curiously rare, either in the news media or in personal conversation.  If something good is heard, then it is usually about another country, with Korea being compared unfavorably alongside. 

Partially this is another manifestation of the role of The Eternal Victim - see previous posts. However additional contributing factors include the very little experience that most Koreans have living abroad.  Leaving aside shopping in Hong Kong, gap years in Oz or golfing sojourns in the Philippines, few Koreans have actually lived abroad.  For those which have, it was something of an endurance test, usually on an isolated construction camp, purpose-built where everything is imported from the toothpaste through to the kimchi. Consequently few Koreans appreciate how safe and protected daily life is in Korea compared with other countries. 

One Korean colleague on a business trip to Madrid left his rucksack on his chair while collecting his coffee in Starbucks. When he returned with the coffee the rucksack was gone, complete with passport, money, credit cards etc.  By way of comparison, in Seoul we forgot a shoulder bag on a public bench, went to lunch for an hour and then rode the subway for 6 stops before realising the bag was missing.  We hastily backtracked on the subway to the restaurant and then to the public bench where the last 2 hours of CCTV showed that 3 people had seen the bag, scratched their heads, rubbed their chins and walked on by. Lastly an elderly gent pushing a trolley for collecting waste cardboard from the streets saw the bag and gave it to a lady street vendor for safe keeping. The bag was full of passports, money and cards which were all untouched and the lady absolutely declined any gift for keeping the bag safe.

Regular examples of the same trust and social consideration can be seen on the streets each Friday / Saturday. On Fridays men drink until they can no longer walk and if they could it wouldn't help because by this time they can no longer remember where home is (see previous posts). The solution is to find a bench, step or short wall, remove one's shoes, place them neatly under the bench along with wallet, cellphone, ciggarettes, unfinished bottle, etc, put head down on satchel and fall into self-induced medical coma for at least 16 hours. Late on Saturday afternoon the chap will awake to find all his personal items untouched except that possibly his shoes may have been polished if the chap was lucky enough to fall asleep near a cobbler's kiosk where the cobbler was having a slow day.

There are many such stories which portray an image of Korea which is as real and as powerful as the issues highlighted by Big Data and daily sadtistics. However none of these anecdotes are collectable in huge, automated sweeps of data to be combed through later by boffins looking to report the positive about life as we know it.