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Professor Pete

One of the best things about staying in Oxford years after you’ve failed to escape the gravitational pull of the University is the fact that once in a while you get surprise phone calls out of the blue from friends who used to study or work here, wanting to drop by for dinner while they are in town giving a seminar/visiting a library or a lab.

In the next two months we’re due a number of these visits, but yesterday we were thrilled by a pop-in from our old friend Professor Peter Simpson, who I believe I have mentioned at least once on this blog.

Pete teaches philosophy at the City University of New York and is self-confessed Aristotelophile. We became friends many years ago, in fact Pete is one of the many dear friends I inherited from my mother. Back when he was a young graduate student trying to impress my mother, he took my sister and I to movies and introduced us to Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Nowadays Pete is high on my list of the cleverest people in the universe. He wrote a book about Pope John Paul the Great in which it was clear to any reader that he actually understood all that continental philosophy stuff…! (Not me; I’m more comfortable with the writings of the current Pope Benedict, whose work is at least couched in language and concepts I can follow…)

I told Pete how I’d fallen under the influence of his beloved Aristotle when writing the second of the Joshua Files books. (Fellow writers, if you haven’t read the Poetics yet, I can’t recommend it enough.) I mused aloud how it was possible for one guy to be so incredibly prolific as Aristotle apparently was, dominating his contemporaries across both natural sciences and political philosophy, as well as knocking out a 42 page masterpiece in which he explained and laid down the principles of western drama, principles which stand to this day.

Pete’s answer was very interesting. “It’s because he was such an empiricist. He used exactly the same technique as when he analysed the world of animals – he first collected data, looked for patterns and governing principles. He collected all the Greek plays he could get hold of, especially the award-winning ones. He had his students help him complete the analysis.”

So Poetics wasn’t just the work of a guy who sat musing and philosophizing about what he’d seen down the Greek theatre – it was a scientific approach to the understanding of dramatic structure.

The benefits of a scientific education, hey? I can’t say enough good things about one. (Although I also wish I’d been trained to think with the razor-sharp logical clarity on philosophical matters as Professor Pete. He could argue the hind legs off a snake! First he’d argue the case for the legs…)

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Der Echt Nutella

It’s okay, I wondered too. Der Nutella, die Nutella, das Nutella? I didn’t want to get it wrong after all. Luckily, the InterWeb provides answers to these questions and more.

http://www.wer-weiss-was.de/theme143/article1542260.html#1542260

According to a Nutella FAQ, it can be any one of the three articles.

So…Der Echt Nutella.

Nutella is actually made by an Italian family company, Ferrero, whose skills with hazelnut and chocolate know no bounds. They also make the Ambassador’s favourite sweets, those exclusive Ferrero Rocher.

But the Germans embraced Nutella with a passion back in the 1970s (or even earlier), which is where I first encountered the yummy treat, living there for 6 months as a four year old. When we left to live in Manchester, England, Nutella was the pain thing I missed, for years and years, until it started to be available in the UK, sometime in the late 1980s.

I remember going with school to Germany and coming back laden with 8 bottles of Nutella.

I wasn’t being greedy. You couldn’t get it in England then!

I remember staying with my German exchange penfriend, the lovely Erik, and being super impressed when one morning at breakfast the Nutella ran out. And his Mum simply went to the larder and pulled out another! Who stores more than one jar of Nutella at a time??? The Germans, that’s who. They love it.

I have always strongly suspected that Ferrero make a special formulation for the German market. Their Nutella is the echt Nutella as far as I am concerned. It is more chocolately and nougaty.

My good friend DB bought me a jar from the German deli in London, to help me with my writer’s block. I ate a few spoons before going to bed last night. God it’s good.

I couldn’t be sure this early, but I think I sensed a flicker in the old story brain. Maybe it was the combined effect of the Nutella and having seen Harry Potter 5. I’ll have to eat some more, to see if it really works…

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Strange Fruit


Strange Fruit
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Our friends in Brighton have a garden filled with fruit trees. This one has lovely soft plum-like fruit that tastes something between a pear and a peach. Anyone know what it is?

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The Secret

Whilst dining together at a Lebanese restaurant in Andalucia to celebrate her wedding for the third time, my lovely friend Alison turned to me and asked me if I knew of the secret.

Ummmm, no, I said.

“I mean, ‘The Secret’ – a movie, now a book too – it’s a publishing phenomenon.”

I didn’t know anything about it, living as I do in a claustrophobic fog of adventure stories, school governance and salsa dancing.

Well, I’ve been missing out, by the sounds of things.

From Wikipedia:

The Secret, described as a self-help film,[2][3] uses a documentary format to present the “Law of Attraction.” This law is the “secret” that, according to the tagline, “has traveled through centuries to reach you.” The film features short dramatized experiences and interviews of a “dizzying dream team of personal transformation specialists, spiritual messengers, feng shui masters, and moneymaking experts”.[4] As put forth in the film, the “Law of Attraction” principle posits that people’s feelings and thoughts attract real events in the world into their lives; from the workings of the cosmos to interactions among individuals in their physical, emotional, and professional affairs. The film also suggests that there has been a strong tendency by those in positions of power to keep this central principle hidden from the public. The previews or “clues” to the film, show men who “uncovered the Secret…”.

Oh.My.Giddy.Aunt. It’s prayer for the secular! That is too, too wonderful.

There’s so much I could say about this…but I won’t be tempted. I’ll just relate the rest of mine and Alison’s conversation. (We were enjoying the best part of a bottle of vino tinto at the time.)

“So I don’t need to work hard on making my novels exciting…and the publishers don’t need to work hard marketing them…all we need to do is to visualize the book being a big success…?”

Alison nodded. “Visualize your success. Don’t let any negative thoughts interfere at all! Don’t have anything to do with people who cause you to experience negative thoughts or feelings!”

“Visualize my success…?” I repeated. It surely can’t be that simple. But according to Alison, that’s just what The Secret is all about. If you visualize it enough and with enough of the right vibes (and none of the wrong vibe), the universe will align itself with your wishes. Don’t ask how, but I’m sure there’s an underlying pseudo-scientific explanation designed to bamboozle.

“Visualize it…massively,” Alison said. “Look, I’m doing what I can, babe. I’m already visualizing you paying for us all to come here again next year…”

The following day, more sober, Alison pointed out the flaw in The Secret.

“Anyone who’s ever experienced unrequited love knows that it’s a load of hooey. I’ve spent most of my life fantasizing about various women, visualizing and everything…and it never worked!”

I thought about this for a second. “But did you ever consider asking any of these women…?”

Alison’s face fell. “Wha…? No… You think I should have…?”

The Secret. It’s one of those things that only works if you put in the hard work also. As with prayer – God helps those who help themselves.

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I am becoming an airhead with the attention span of a five-year old

Actually, my five-year old daughter has a longer attention span than me.

Sometimes I wonder what on earth has become of me. I used to listen to Bach and Mozart and Palestrina and sing in choirs and have a season ticket to the orchestra and read a book a month at least, as well as a bunch of scientific papers, watch TV for hours at a stretch and have dinner parties where people tried to make intelligent conversation.

Well, stuff all that. Now it’s work, family and salsa.

My friend Nathan has the same issue. We did the middle-aged stuff in our twenties and now we live for our nights out on the town. My friend Dr. Rebecca too, who won the Gibbs prize for Biochemistry in our year at Uni – she’s out dancing 3 or 4 times a week, hooking up with Cuban hotties and whatnot…

I can’t watch TV for more than 30 mins without having to get up and see who’s on MSN. I prefer simultaneously to chat to my cousins on MSN, read blogs and post to my own, and watch Youtube videos than to watch TV. (I KNOW!!! What the heck?!)

And…gah…I haven’t finished reading a novel for ages. I can still read non-fiction, just.

I probably need a brain scan. I think the pod people have got me.

But you know what? I feel like Tom in that Tom&Jerry cartoon where Tom inherits a million dollars, on condition that he does no harm to a living creature, EVEN A MOUSE, and after struggling to restrain himself, he gives in and goes back to persecuting Jerry, saying “I’m throwing away a million dollars…BUT I’M HAPPY!”

Now. Who’s on MSN…?