Thursday, 12 February 2009

Happy Birthday Mr. Darwin

“... As all the living forms of life are the lineal descendants of those which lived long before the Silurian epoch, we may feel certain that the ordinary succession by generation has never once been broken, and that no cataclysm has desolated the whole world. Hence we may look with some confidence to a secure future of equally inappreciable length. And as natural selection works solely by and for the good of each being, all corporeal and mental endowments will tend to progress toward perfection.

It is interesting to contemplate an entangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent on each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us. These laws, taken in the largest sense, being Growth with Reproduction; Variability from the indirect and direct action of the external conditions of life, and from use and disuse; a Ratio of Increase so high as to lead to a Struggle for Life, and as a consequence to Natural Selection, entailing Divergence of Character and the Extinction of less-improved forms. Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is a grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful hav been, and are being, evolved.”

Concluding paragraphs of The Origin of Species, 1859.


Retyping the above from my copy, I reflect that the sense of 'perfection' is rather specialised, and the sense of 'secure' as broad as it is possible to imagine. The use-and-disuse suggestion is not quite how it works, because genetics hadn't been discovered yet. 'Breathed' is an interesting choice; I think it is a courteous ambiguity, which probably worked for a lot of readers.

The central idea is as powerful, and the concluding sentence as magnificent, as it ever was.

[Update: Musical Protolanguage: Darwin's theory of language evolution revisited. I have wondered recently whether what your native language is has any predictable effect on how you hear the accents in a melody.]

Sunday, 8 February 2009

Where the tango was

I took a class with Adrian and Amanda Costa last weekend. It was about milonga traspié, and Adrian was teaching us to listen for the beat of the bass and dance with it. There is a point where it stops, for a moment, and he wanted us to learn to respect this in our dancing.

This is a paraphrase; his English is not fluent, my memory is not perfect. But it went something like:

“I loooovve this milonga. When I was three years old my grandfather had a game, he used to make me listen to it and I would be an aeroplane [leans forward, makes aeroplane wings] with the bass. Pom, pa-pom pom [walks forward, wings moving with bass] - and it stops - the plane is falling it's falling! And here it is again! Pom, pa-pom pom Pom [wings return to rhythm] ...”

A French three-year-old, his Grandad and a record collection.

I nearly cried.

I'd like to illustrate that with Adrian and Amanda dancing milonga later the same evening, but nobody's posted that video yet, so here is one from Paris.

i want one of those

Just before Christmas I was wondering if January would be the right time to get a good digital camera, and still thinking the answer was, regrettably, no. I still hadn't seen a digital compact that I wanted to own, and a digital SLR just didn't seem right. I already have a perfectly good film SLR, which makes beautiful pictures, but film is the least of its disadvantages.

But then I was in John Lewis buying my Dad's birthday present - a thing so he can put Great Blues Men in his podlet. And I saw The One.

It seems like someone in Panasonic's office said "That bird over there has been Not Buying digital cameras since 1999. It gets my goat. I know what we'll do, we'll chill about the pixel count, chill about the zoom, put a bigger sensor in, give it a proper lens and ISO3200 at full resolution, and make it a compact. And we'll make it look so sexy she'll think she's Annie Leibowitz. Then she'll buy it."

Two weeks later (after the post-Christmas payday) I had to order it, because it was out of stock.



It's beautiful. It doesn't come with a case, so I'm knitting one.

Saturday, 7 February 2009

Less Tired

I've just had one of those evenings when I felt less tired at the end than at the beginning.

I'm glad I went home and had an hour and a half's nap beforehand, dozing with the the cricket on the radio, just loud enough to stop me thinking about anything else.

The voice of Michael Holding is more relaxing than that of Geoff Boycott.

Speaking of Geoffrey Boycott, am I the only person who always assumed he was gay until he appeared in that court case in France after an argument with his girlfriend?

I have no idea why I thought this. I don't remember. I just did.

Because I've had a glass of wine

Because I've had a glass of wine, I'm completley unable to write this post without using inappropriate expressions or analogies I'll regret in the mroning.

So I won't.

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

The Dog Whisperer

There is kind of dancing man on whom women will rest, as a butterfly rests on a south-facing wall, and follow quite calmly and happily, even if they are inexperienced and nervous and have never seen him before.

If it's your ambition to be this kind of man, you could do a lot worse than watch a few episodes of The Dog Whisperer, and just watch Cesar very carefully. Notice in particular how good he is at stillness, and how his self-command creates trust and cooperation.

Go ahead, watch a few of the clips. He's always been amazing with the dogs, but he's getting pretty damn good at the humans. Many of whom are a few stops short of Dagenham East. A wonderful teacher.

[From the drafts file 27/7/08]

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Fire and Flame Ball

This happens once a year, in winter: see Brigitte's website, Paris-Tango for details. Brigitte also organises events in Paris, so you might have a look if you're going there.

The Class: Adrian and Amanda Costa taught two workshops of the highest quality before the ball. The first was on embrace and the second on milonga. They were fully equal partners in the teaching, and at least half of the time was spent teaching the followers. The first workshop was about the embrace, both open and closed, backed up by challenging and instructive practical exercises and precise explanations of why you would want to do it that way. Followers were taught to dance, not just follow, and take responsibility for their own dancing, and were given the information they needed to do so. And it wasn't lip service - everything Adrian and Amanda did was consistent with it.

The milonga workshop included work on the milonga rhythm, and getting all of us to stand still and listen properly right through the track. We were asked to dance to the rhythm of the bass alone, taking notice of where it stopped for a moment (It would be wonderful to do this with live music - it would be so much easier to tune your ear in if you could actually see the bass player. But not practical, I fear). We were advised to practice this listening at home. It was the kind of simple but challenging work that makes a big difference to the quality of your dancing and expands your choices about how to dance.

Adrian and Amanda are both citizens of France, and their entire performance - teaching and dancing - struck me as French, in the best way; passion for the subject combined with intelligence and an uncompromising, systematic concern with aesthetic values. They have a sense of humour and good class control, and the classes were fun. They teach a salon or Villa Urquiza style, and advertise themselves as such, and they point out the relationships between style and technique when it matters.

We didn't rotate. Given the content of the class, it wasn't as important as it normally is, and I had booked with a suitable partner, so it wasn't a problem. A lot of people prefer to work in couples. Speaking of couples, a glance around the room and a swift mental comparison with experience confirmed that Adrian and Amanda attract students who are serious about wanting to dance well. EU passports, too.

Layout and Atmosphere: The Carisbrooke Hall is a convention centre belonging to the Victory Services Club. The ballroom, also called the Carisbrooke Hall, is a bit magnolia but it's a good strong shape and was perked up with glitter dust, little pink tealights, pretty shoes on the mezzanine, and strings of LEDs. You enter by coming down a zigzag of open stairs from the mezzanine, which gives you a great view of the room as well as a fun chance to make an entrance or pose on the landing half way down. There's a giant chandelier in greenish-yellow glass. On the mezzanine was the shoe shop, where Coleccion la Recoleta had brought along a generous display of Comme Il Faut shoes for women and men, a large gilt mirror, and a rug - giving the experience of trying on shoes an air of luxury. It well-lit up there all the time, so you could see what you were buying. You could also go there for a rest. Opposite the mezzanine is the stage, with the DJ box on the right hand side. There were lots of seats under the mezzanine, but it was dark and you couldn't be seen, and the arrangement of tables made it a little tricky to get into and out of that area. Other unreserved seats had around the edges had their feet on the dance floor. It was also possible to sit on the steps of the stage, which a few people did for the performance.

The ball had a dress code; “chic and elegant, no jeans, no trainers”. People dressed well. The men who usually wear just plain dark trousers and a dark, smart shirt had no need to change. Some added a jacket, or even a tie, to their usual look, or wore a lighter-coloured suit. Some of the women had gone for a little frill, a little more shine, a little more glitter or colour than usual. It was pretty, and added to the fun.

Hospitality: Good. It's a convention centre. The bar was conveniently just off the hall and had alert, professional service and some seating of its own. The bar prices were reasonable. The loos are clean and well supplied, if not well designed or built - exactly what you'd expect from a convention centre. The only thing that threw me were the reserved tables; the reservation markers looked like advertising and didn't obviously say ‘RESERVED’. I had not noticed on the website that there was more than one class of ticket, or that it was possible to reserve a table. People having to turf each other off reserved tables and chairs caused some minor embarrassments. It didn't matter much, since there were enough chairs under the mezzanine, and quite a few between tables and around the edges not covered by the reservations. You could put your drink or your bag with bar money on the floor underneath one. There was probably a cloakroom somewhere, where I could have hung my coat, but I overlooked it (put it in the comments, please, if you know where it was). Luckily, I was invited to sit down in a good spot by friends.

Anyone or anything interesting that turned up or happened: Adrian and Amanda gave a performance of stunning musicality, elegance and grace, which started and ended well before I had to leave to make my way home, which was not true of the last pair of visiting stars whose performance I actually wanted (and had already paid) to see. The Tanguarda quartet played two sets. I thought they played very well; they were eminently danceable, with the occasional naughtiness, and they chose strong, well-known pieces to play.

What I thought of the DJing: Luis Rodriguez DJ'd. It was all good traditional stuff, more or less in tandas, though not clearly defined, but no cortinas. It didn't especially draw attention to itself. There were a lot of milongas, more than I felt was common. I like milongas, and would have appreciated this more if I hadn't been so tired from the workshops.

Getting in: The price for the ball only was £20 in advance or £25 on the door. The prices of the workshops also included the ball, and the total was £38 per person for one workshop and the ball, or £55 for both workshops and the ball. There was a small discount for booking as a couple; the couple rate for the whole lot was £105.

Getting there and getting home: At Marble Arch tube, take the exit for the north side of Oxford Street. Turn right, cross Great Cumberland Place, then turn right at Edgware Road (a main road) and cross it at the next lights. Seymour Street is the street in front of you and the Carisbrooke Hall is immediately on the left. Go in and follow the signs for the room itself, which is also called 'Carisbrooke Hall'.

The website: Brigitte's website is http://www.paris-tango.co.uk. The design has gone for looks, and doesn't fit on my screen at work, but it's fine at home. Scroll both sideways and down on each page to find what you are looking for. Other websites: Adrian and Amanda Costa, Tanguarda, Coleccion la Recoleta (schedule currently here).

How it went: I had a good evening. It was well attended and the music was great. There were lots of people I knew, and I danced with one or two that I didn't. Although the ticket cost significantly more than I'd usually pay for a milonga, the event was special enough to justify it. I would probably go again with or without the workshops. The layout gave me a few problems finding people, and I didn't dance very well, because I'd taken both workshops and was tired as well as being rather out of practice recently. And processing information from a workshop always makes me pretty rough. I was one of the first to leave, going around midnight rather than wait for a bus in the cold, but Tanguarda were still playing and it went till 1am.