National characteristics

Kanji (Japanese pictograms) are often made up of two or more elements.

The lower half of the kanji for 'man' is the character meaning 'power':



The lower half of the kanji for 'cheap' is the character meaning 'woman':


The Japanese haven't quite cottoned on to this feminism thing yet.

What's the buzz?

My children are enthused by anti-adult ring tones. Adults can't hear as high as children. So an appropriately-pitched ring tone can sound in the classroom, say, without the teacher hearing it. (Presumably you have to speak in a high squeaky voice as well for this to be really useful).

The principle is sound, anyway. My hearing cuts out before 12KHz. But a loud 16Khz will send the children diving for cover with their hands over their ears, while I blissfully wonder what the problem is.
http://www.freemosquitoringtones.org/fr/

Which points to the other use of this phenomenon. The 'Mosquito' is a device used to disperse unwanted teenagers at shopping centres. As the inventor says, "It's very difficult to shoplift when you have your fingers in your ears."
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/29/international/europe/29repellent.html

Vocabulary

Some words you never wanted to know:

Fosse septique = septic tank

Vidanger = to empty

Election fever, continued

For all (any?) of you who've been waiting to hear the result of the Castres municipal elections, Pascal Bugis got 50.32% of the vote, the combined left (now led by Philippe Guérineau, Samuel Cèbe having yielded) got 32.19% and Philippe Folliot 17.49%.

The somewhat complicated rules provide that the top list gets half the seats on the council, and the other half of the seats are split between all the lists in proportion to the number of votes achieved. So Bugis's 50% translates into 75% of the seats, or 33 out of a total of 43. The left got seven and Bugis's arch-rival Philippe Folliot just three. Ouch.

Then and now

Then: 1976

Now: Tuesday 8 April 2008 at 8 p.m. on BBC2.

Election fever

There are elections this Sunday for town councils and mayors throughout France. For these, we actually get a vote, unlike the presidential election last year.

On the right, the current mayor Pascal Bugis is standing for re-election. He's being challenged by the centrist local member of parliament Philippe Folliot (slogan: Castres Ensemble - Le Changement Responsable) who wants to do both jobs at once. This 'cumul des mandats' is quite common in France, if not always popular.

Up against them both are Samuel Cèbe, the official Parti Socialiste candidate (slogan: Ensemble pour Castres - Le Vrai Changement), and Philippe Guérineau, representing everyone else on the left (slogan: Castres à Gauche Vraiment - Un Réel Changement), a split memorably described by a dismayed Green party councillor as 'mortifère'.

As the slogans suggest, it's difficult to detect any real difference in their manifestos. Bugis seems to have been doing a good job, and to be popular, so I expect he'll get back in.

Technology, again

That seems to have worked. So here's my other database table, of individual books and manuscripts available online. When I'm confident the databases are working well, I might turn this into a collaborative project that other people can contribute to. That would speed up the research and data input no end!

Old music, new technology

I'm experimenting with setting up a database of lute and early music sources available online. And this further experiment is to embed it in my blog. Here goes.....



It should even be possible to add records from here (I've disabled Edit and Delete records for now).

Database (free!) courtesy of www.zoho.com

In the can

Here I am in the recording studio in West Road in Cambridge last Thursday. Michael Copley and I were recording a new Sambuca CD (Dowland, Albeniz, Romanian panpipe music, Vivaldi, Jobim...). Doesn't it look glamorous with all those microphones and equipment! Actually it's hard work, with two implacable men in the control room scrutinising every note and telling us kindly but firmly to do it again. And again. Exhausting.

Thanks to Yuzuru Yamashiro, our guest second recorder player (and fellow member of the Chuckerbutty Ocarina Quartet) for the photo.

Pushing it

The road from Castres up to La Caulié is busy, winding and unlit. Each evening, an old gent pushes his wheelbarrow, also unlit, down the road. I'm amazed he has survived this long. I have got used to watching out for the wheelbarrow hazard around the next bend. Fortunately the days are lengthening now, bringing him a little more safety.

Hot club

Last week was my jazz guitar concert debut. Here I am with Christian, the other guitarist. Out of shot are the rest of the band: Béatrice on vocals, Maurice on saxophone, Svetlana on piano, Josiane on bass and Bernard on drums.

Back to practising Sambuca repertoire now, before travelling to the UK next week to record a new CD with Michael.

Pigs

Mon Quotidien, our children's newspaper, carries a report this week that one million sangliers (wild boar) live in France. And that French hunters killed 500,000 of them in 2007.

Cause for alarm? Is the sanglier going the way of the dodo and the passenger pigeon, with extinction imminent? Not a bit of it. Without the gallant hunters, the sanglier population would explode, apparently. And they can cause damage if they get onto roads or into cities. So no worries about the slaughter.

The French government office responsible for such matters is the Office National de la Chasse et de la Faune Sauvage. In that order. Motto: "Aimer la chasse, c'est avoir une autre passion : celle de la nature."

Digging for gold

The new Mrs Sarkozy is nearly ten times as rich as her husband, according to a report in yesterday's Figaro. Which has led to speculation about what sort of marriage contract they may have signed.

To explain: in France you can choose from a selection of financial regimes for your marriage. French tradition and law favours the bloodline over rapacious spouses. The default regime, the one that automatically applies unless you choose otherwise, is the communauté réduite aux acquêts. The spouses' revenues are equally shared but any inheritances, donations etc remain the property of each individual spouse and are kept by them in case of divorce.

The officiating maire at the wedding let slip that the Sarkozys have chosen otherwise. Possibly a communauté universelle? Unlikely, thinks the Figaro, since all existing assets, as well as revenues, go into the common pot and would be split equally in the event of a divorce. Carla wouldn't want to give away half her fortune like that.

Or there's the régime de la séparation des biens which keeps everything separate. Or indeed the régime de la participation réduite aux acquêts which keeps everything separate during the marriage but provides for an equal division on death or divorce of assets acquired during the marriage. The Figaro doesn't come to any conclusions about which régime they may have selected.

All of which is alien, even bewildering, to an English reader. Wealthy newlyweds may try to protect their fortunes with pre-nuptial agreements, but they're not binding, and it's only recently that courts have started giving them any consideration when dividing up the assets on a divorce.

300 decisions

Last July Nicolas Sarkozy asked Jacques Attali to investigate how to promote economic growth in France. The resonantly named Commission pour la libération de la Croissance française reported last week and and has been making waves. The report is wide-ranging, covering health, education, transport, deregulation, technology, tourism....

Attali was an interesting choice. He made his name as an economic adviser to the socialist president François Mitterrand before becoming head of the post-communist European Bank for Reconstruction and Development in the early 90's, a useful apprenticeship for the equally challenging task of rebuilding France.

Attali rather hopefully said that his 316 measures were interconnected and must be implemented as a whole. The prime minister François Fillon has been letting him down gently, saying this this was 'maybe a little excessive'. But the government does so far appear to be taking the report seriously and intends to act on it promptly.

It's intriguing to see how often the UK is cited as an example of good practice to which France should aspire. Attali praises the UK's sustained engagement in reform of school and health systems, in markets and public services, and its financial services industry. Detailed recommendations where the UK leads the way include, for example:

US/UK model for university research funding (Decision no. 29)
Help research establishments to commercialise their discoveries (31)
Facilitate access by smaller companies to the Alternext market, cf AIM in London (40)
Open up the mobile phone market (61)
'Massive' development of preventative healthcare (66)
Construction of Ecotowns (91)
Harmonise financial services rules with those of the UK (97)
Massively develop teaching of business English (100)
Develop low-cost airlines (104)
Develop better paths for changing employment between private and public sectors (148)
Welcome more foreign workers (222)
Advance evaluation of new legislation (231)
Committee for Better Regulation (232)
Speed of enacting European directives (238)
Use of agencies for public administration (248)
Civil service employment contracts along private sector lines, not for life (256-7)
Performance indicators for local public services (265)

Many other recommendations are already well established in the UK, for example:
More autonomy for schools (4)
Schools inspections, results to be published (5)
Parents to be able to choose schools (6)
Deduct income tax at source (PAYE) (304)

Clearly the UK is a shining economic paradise.

Some of Attali's recommendations will run into trouble. I doubt whether the public services can cope with every secondary school child having to do half a day of civic service per week. And three weeks a year of work experience from age 13 upwards does not fit well with the high rate of youth unemployment in France (Attali says rather weakly that companies tempted to rely on work experience rather than offering real jobs to youngsters should be 'dissuaded'). And the most outrageous protected sectors attacked by Attali are outraged. The taxi drivers are threatening to take to the streets (!). But with the price of a second-hand taxi licence at Orly now running at 400,000 euros, there's something very wrong with the taxi market and he's right to address it.

My favourite Decision is number 213. There is a class of lawyers called Avoués près les cours d'appel. They have had no purpose since their monopoly was abolished in 2001 but there are still 444 of them drawing fees. Attali recommends that the position should be abolished.

Goggle

Of course I want to see myself on University Challenge when they broadcast it in the spring. So, as of yesterday we have English television at home. Strapped to the chimney, high above the ground, an 80cm dish points towards the Astra 2D satellite and picks up the main BBC and ITV channels, Film 4, and a bewildering array of total rubbish. Arab channels, shopping channels, Christian pastors, girls on sofas, pop videos, S4C. We were glued to the live Commons debate on Adult Learners on the BBC Parliament channel last night (not many people can say that - not many MPs either, in fact).

Spain again

What a satisfying sight outside the Cultural Centre of Lleida - a huge poster for the Chuckerbutty Ocarina Quartet's concert there. So huge that it reminded me of the monolith in 2001, A Space Odyssey. Fame at last. We're still working on the fortune.

Lleida is the Catalan name for what used to be known as Lérida, two hours' drive inland from Barcelona. Driving from France takes you over the Pyrenees and takes rather longer. The route follows the river Garonne upstream, which steadily diminishes from a mighty watercourse in Toulouse down to a little mountain tiddler at Vielha in the Spanish Pyrenees.

The Strange Affliction of Anton Bruckner

Listening to the slow movement of Bruckner's 2nd symphony in the car yesterday, I found the rhythms strangely unsettling and tried to work out why (it's less dangerous than talking on a mobile phone while driving, just).

It turns out to be an extended passage of twos against threes against fives. And slow enough for it all to tell. A disturbing genius. Disturbed too, if Ken Russell's Bruckner film is to be trusted, which of course it isn't.

Image from the splendid Variations website at the University of Indiana, which has a large collection of online scores.

Goosey

The cathedral church of Saint-Benoît in Castres is justly less well known than the rival Sainte-Cécile in Albi. Saint-Benoît was conceived on a grand scale in the 16th and 17th centuries. Unfortunately the building funds ran out, so it is rather shorter than originally intended. Despite its prominent city centre location, the building is largely ignored. There is a large net suspended from the ceiling to catch falling debris. The ornate baroque decoration and bright Christmas crib are not quite enough to dispel a somewhat cheerless atmosphere.

In a moment of distraction during the massed flute class Christmas concert this afternoon, I spotted a fine statue of a bishop with a fat goose at his feet, looking adoringly up at him. A goose? Possibly the bishop is meant to be Saint Martin, associated with the geese eaten at Christmas. But a more convincing candidate, after a little searching on Google, is Saint Ludger or Liudger of Utrecht. Here he is on the coat of arms of Coesfeld in Germany, with his goose. And here (pictured), again with goose, on a monument in Germany. I must go back to Saint-Benoît and take a picture of our man in Castres.

Why Castres? St Ludger never came anywhere near here. He appears to have some connection with the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, so maybe it's connected with that, since Castres is on one of the pilgrim routes. Or maybe it's just an affection for geese in this land of foie gras.

All that jazz

Talk to a classical musician about modes and he will think you mean ancient church stuff that died out four hundred years ago. But, as I've been discovering in my jazz class, modes are alive and well and swinging. D minor? You'll need a Dorian scale starting on D. Or how about a Lydian scale (major scale with sharpened fourth), or a Mixolydian (major scale with flattened seventh)? Or even the exotic Locrian (all the white notes of the piano, played from B to B, starting with a semitone)?

Jazz improvising is heavily based around scales of all sorts, chosen according to the current chord and its context. The church modes are just the start of the story. There's the pentatonic scale (think of it as the black notes of the piano). The blues scale (pentatonic but with a telling extra note). The diminished scale of alternating tones and semitones, independently discovered by Messiaen who called them 'modes of limited transposition'. Or the baffling diminished whole tone scale (a major scale with every note flattened apart from the tonic).

And then discovering how to use them. For example, if you want to, you can use a single blues scale throughout a twelve bar blues. For example, the B flat blues scale of Bb, Db, Eb, F, Ab, Bb will fit (more or less) with any of the three chords Bb, Eb, F major. And the diminished whole-tone scale comes into its own on the dominant of a II - V - I minor key progression. It doesn't look as though it should work, but it does.

Improvising is harder than it seems.

God bless you, ma'am

A strict security embargo imposed by Granada TV prevents me from writing anything about my exploits at the weekend. So instead, here's an amusing story from the newspaper I read on the journey home.

National Anthem 'could be anti-Scots'
Lord Goldsmith, leading a citizenship review for Gordon Brown, said that "some of it is not actually that inclusive". He's referring to verse six, which gleefully refers to crushing rebellious Scots.

Actually, it's even juicier than that. The National Anthem used to ask God to scatter Britain's enemies and "Frustrate their Popish tricks", until George V asked for the words to be changed. Now the tricks are merely knavish.

Of course, national anthems do tend to be nationalistic. France's Marseillaise is an orgy of violence from beginning to end, with blood flowing in furrows and tigers ripping up their mothers.