Seeing Scarlett

Talking of Scarlett Johansson—which, if you've been paying attention, you'll remember I was—you might have heard that the actress came under considerable flak recently for becoming a ‘brand ambassador’ for SodaStream™: a device that allows people to make their own fizzy drinks. SodaStream™ is an Israeli company that operates in the occupied West Bank. Being associated with the company was seen as being incompatible with Ms Johansson's role as a global ambassador for Oxfam. So she quit her Oxfam role.

This whole sorry SodaStream™ saga has an unexpected bright side, however. In the unlikely event that I should ever find myself at a cocktail party chatting with Scarlett Johansson, I will now be able to explain to her how we have something in common. You see, many years ago, SodaStream™ also landed me in a whole lot of trouble.

It was down to my enquiring mind, you see. Our grandmother had bought my sister and me a SodaStream™ device. We seldom used it. This was partly because you had to buy a special concentrate to covert the fizzy water made in the machine into the flavour of your choice, and this concentrate soon ran out. But it was mostly because we were terrified of the damn contraption. Every time you released the yellow lever to remove the freshly enfizzed bottle of water from the device, the gas pressure made the lever shoot back so violently, it nearly took your arm off. I exaggerate only slightly. So the thing languished pretty much unused in the back of the cupboard.

Until, that is, my mum was enjoying a bottle of white wine one evening, and I decided to find out whether you could use a SodaStream™ to convert cheap plonk into finest Champagne.

The answer to that question turned out to be ‘no’.

What I also learnt that evening was that white wine placed in a SodaStream™ tended to explode in a rather spectacular manner. So spectacular, that only a thimble-full of nasty, fizzy wine remained in the bottle, while the rest was sprayed across all four kitchen walls, as well as the ceiling.

As I say, I don't think it's very likely that I will ever find myself chatting with Scarlett Johansson at a cocktail party—cocktail parties are just not my scene—but, in that unlikely event, at least we'll have something to laugh about together. Perhaps we might even see if it's possible to make fizzy cocktails in a SodaStream™ device. Based on my previous experience in this area, I should imagine the result might look something like this:

Scarlett Johansson exploding
Scarlett Johansson exploding.

Who knows, perhaps Scarlett and I might turn out to be the West's answer to Vyacheslav Molotov.

A head for figures

BBC: Mathematics: Why the brain sees maths as beauty
Brain scans show a complex string of numbers and letters in mathematical formulae can evoke the same sense of beauty as artistic masterpieces and music from the greatest composers.

This news won't come as a surprise to anyone who has studied maths in any detail.

When I was studying maths (double-maths, actually) for ‘A’ level, one of our teachers once wrote a fiendish problem on the blackboard for us to work through as a group. “Any ideas?” he asked.

After studying the equation for a couple of minutes, I suggested that we might like to subtract y2 from both sides.

“Why would we want to do that?” asked the teacher, beginning to foam at the mouth.

“Because that will give us an x2 and a minus y2 on the right-hand side. And x2 - y2 is, well… nice.”

The class burst out laughing. But the teacher, whose foam had turned into a real lather by now, gave them a right bollocking, explaining that Carter was right, and that x2 - y2 was indeed nice. In fact, it was beautiful.

This particular maths teacher tended to foam at the mouth rather a lot. I don't think this was down to his passion for mathematics. I suspect it was due to madness. He talked to trees. I know this for a fact, because he told us so. He also used to play opera at us during our maths lessons. Wagner, mostly. Very loudly.

To a mathematician, a beautiful formula is every bit as aesthetically pleasing as a piece of Wagner, a painting, or even an attractive film-star. Indeed, any red-blooded male mathematician worth his salt would be hard-pressed to choose between:

Scarlett Johansson
Euler's equation.

and

Euler's equation
Scarlett Johansson.

Which is why I never became a mathematician.

Springsteen and he

BruceSpringsteen.net: Photos from the road: Cape Town #1
Photographer Jo Lopez shares pictures from Bruce & The E Street Band’s first concert in Cape Town, South Africa, on January 26, 2014.

That's right: Bruce has been gigging in Sith Ifrica. But check out the photos very carefully, and see if there's anyone else there you recognise.

OK, here's a clue:

Bruce and Bill
Bruce and Bill in Cape Town last month.

I have to hand it to the Boss: Cape Town is a hell of a long way to travel, just to (finally) get to shake Bill's hand.

We did that!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Homo sapiens can be a pretty damn awesome species at times:

Earth from Mars
A snapshot from Mars on 31-Jan-2014
Image: NASA/JPL-Caltech/MSSS/TAMU

Kind of puts Jen's and my recent triumph assembling and hanging a pair of Ikea bathroom cabinets into perspective.

Fonetix

Apologies for the prolonged radio-silence: I have been what can only be described as ‘decorating’. It might be the smallest room in the house, but it didn't bloody feel like it.

Anyhoo, Jen's niece Lucy treated herself to a coffee at Starbucks™ last week. The barista evidently favoured phonetic spelling:

lousy

2013 in a nutshell

It's that time of year again! Fear not, here is my third annual video slideshow review of the year:

(Click the play button and then the arrows next to the word Vimeo to view the slideshow in full-screen mode. Click the letters HD to view in high-definition.)

As per the previous two years' slideshows, this year's slideshow contains 97 photos. I like to retain an element of consistency on such occasions.

If you've been paying attention, you might recognise the backing track.

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26 not out

I made my 26th consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied by Carolyn and two of her sprogs.

Carolyn (R) and me (L) on top of Moel Famau earlier today.

I very nearly didn't go. I've been nursing a severely knackered left knee for most of the week (freak decorating injury, don't ask). But I hobbled up in the end. It was blowing a hooley. Carolyn, being Carolyn, forgot to bring a coat and gloves, so I loaned her my spares.

You will stop me if this becomes boring, won't you?

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