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check out the hook while the DJ revolves it
I just got back from The Moonwalkers. I didn't know quite what to expect but had a great time. "The Lightbox" is a large dark space which allows a film to be projected onto all 4 walls and the floor. The film was about 45 minutes long, narrated by Tom Hanks.
Factually, I didn't learn that much from it, but again that wasn't the point. It was nice that every Apollo mission that reached the moon was mentioned. Usually people concentrate on 11 (the first landing), 13 (which didn't make it) and maybe 17 (the last one). But this film showed that every mission advanced our knowledge and understanding of the moon with experiments and new equipment, including the Lunar Roving Vehicle used by 15-17 which extended the range at which astronauts could operate away from the lander.
cosmolinguist told me afterwards that the Sea of Tranquility was picked for 11 because it was the most boring place they could find to land, and even that was strewn with boulders which Armstrong had to avoid while landing manually.
The sensory experience was interesting - the images were bigger than IMAX but not too bright, and the pitch black of the room meant there was good contrast between the inky black of space and the grey lunar regolith. Annoyingly, where we were sat (in the "reserved seats" for disabled people), we had a projector shining straight into our eyes, and also had to crane our necks to see some of the video on the wall alongside us. We were among the last to enter and didn't get a lot of time to orient ourselves and find seats; the large bank of seating in one corner was a clue to the "correct" place to sit but it was full by the time we got there, largely of wet coats. Still, that was a minor inconvenience. The sound levels were enough to be impressive but not overwhelming. I didn't notice them doing anything particularly clever with the "surround sound" but again maybe we were sat in the wrong place for that.
The overall impression was one of spectacle. The obvious sensory overload was projecting onto four walls (and the floor!) at once. Everywhere you looked there was something to see, usually in the form of collage. Kennedy's speech at Rice University, for example, is shown on the "main" wall while the sides show various footage of the crowd watching the speech. Experiments on the moon are shown through footage, while all the experimental apparatus for each Apollo mission is displayed on the sides. One of the great shots in the film is Armstrong taking the first step on the Moon, shown as a collage of the recorded TV broadcasts from around the world, with captions in different languages stating that the viewers were watching footage direct from the Moon.
This is entirely fitting. The Apollo missions were a huge spectacle, and still represent one of the pinnacles of mankind's engineering capabilities. And the narrative recognises this - Hanks talks about how he watched the Apollo missions to the moon as a kid, and couldn't understand why some of his family got bored after a few hours. It features on-mission recordings from the Apollo astronauts, and interviews the astronauts from the upcoming Artemis mission which will see humans reach lunar orbit again this year, for the first time since 1972. During some of amazing wide shots, and soaring music, I felt tears in my eyes. It was a joy to experience.
For 45 minutes I forgot about the world's problems and revisited one of our greatest achievements. Totally worth it.
It was my turn to select a book club book, after the very good and very extensively researched literary fiction which was also very long so we didn't actually have a meeting to chat about it until well in to December.
And at said meeting, C and I got talking about Alexander Skarsgård for some reason, and she asked me if I'd seen the Murderbot TV show so I said I liked it okay but not as much as I liked the books. She said she hadn't read them, and I was like oh you really should try, I'd love to know what you think of them. And when S said she hadn't read them either, I said "Okay, that's it, I've got my book sorted, I'm gonna make you all read the first Murderbot book."
After the great but lengthy book we'd read (There are Rivers in the Sky; I really recommend it!), and over the break, I thought something quick and light would be good and the first "book," like the next few, is only about four hours long in audio form. So when someone asked if it was worth buying them all at once I explained this, and also emphasized that while I'm not the only audiobook-preferrer in our club, I'd recommend it for this because I think Kevin R. Free adds a lot to the stories -- having originally read them in audio myself, I can't imagine the books, or Murderbot, without him (I thought Mr. Skarsgård did a passable job at sounding right, for this reason).
Now we're back at work, some people like S haven't finished that first one, but C is on to Book 6 -- which I haven't even read yet, heh. I'm delighted to have introduced her to something she loves. (She agrees with me about the narrator, saying he's "great -- I do find myself saying 'stupid humans' quite a lot at the moment.") She said
It has been great company, in particular listening to it during the early hours of Christmas morning, waiting for the perfect opportunity when both of my darling children were actually asleep so I could deliver their stockings, stop pretending to be Santa, and get some sleep myself!
This image made me grin so much.
The notion of international law prompts strong opinions.
(Here is meant what lawyers call “public international law” – in general, the law which governs nation states and international organisations. There is also “private international law” which is generally dull and uncontroversial – cross-border contracts and what-not.)
Some even doubt international law exists.
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I once heard a very distinguished legal academic – whose name is on the spines of volumes in every law library throughout the land – aver the following:
“In court, the laws of England and Wales are a matter of law. You just have to show the relevant legal authority or instrument and the court should accept that as what the law is.
“Foreign law – say the law of France – is different. This is a matter of evidence – expert evidence. You get an expert in that foreign law and their evidence is put before the court.
And international law, well. (Pause.)
International law is a matter of fiction.”
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There is perhaps no other branch of law which is the subject of such scepticism, if not outright denial, among even lawyers themselves.
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From one perspective, this rejection is perhaps understandable.
A great deal of what is called (public) international law will never be determined or enforced by a court of competent jurisdiction – it will never be litigated, and the nation state (and head of state) breaching that law will feel confident there will not be any consequences.
As one famous jurist once put it: “The prophecies of what the courts will do in fact, and nothing more pretentious, are what I mean by the law.”
And if there ain’t a court that will “do” international law then it is little or nothing more than a polite political fiction – a set of normative assertions with no positive existence.
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But.
There is more to law than its determination or enforcement by a court.
Even domestically, the vast majority of statutory provisions – and indeed many statutes – have never been litigated and will probably never be litigated. Yet they are still the law.
And this is because – in very general terms – they are recognised to be the law and parties regulate themselves accordingly.
As the greatest of all contract law academics G. H. Treitel put it in his classic definition of a contract (emphasis added):
“A contract is an agreement giving rise to obligations which are enforced or recognised by law.”
Enforcement – and thereby the possibility of enforcement – is not the only test of whether a thing is a law or not.
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In (public) international law, many of the obligations are created and agreed by nation states themselves. These are usually in the form of treaties.
There can be treaties between states for particular purposes – and there can be treaties of general of general application. Sometimes the latter are called conventions, as in the Geneva convention. And there can be charters to which member states subscribe – sometimes to create international organisations. There are many ways in which obligations in public international law can be created and agreed.
And then there is what is called customary international law – the international laws which are said to govern nation states regardless of whether the nation state agrees to those laws.
Taken together all these laws constitute (public) international law.
The problem is, however, very little of that law can or will ever be litigated.
But it is treated generally- that is, recognised – by many nation states as law nonetheless.
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One may have sympathy with the view, to adapt the famous aphorism attributed to Gandhi about western civilisation, that international law would be a good idea.
And generally, when nation states recognise it and regulate their conduct accordingly, it is a good thing as well as a good idea.
But what happens when a nation state – a superpower no less – goes rogue?
Where just because it can – like a dog licking itself – it breaches international law again and again, with barely a shrug?
One response is to say that such (mis)conduct discredits the notion of international law entirely – that the polite fiction of international law has been undermined by the (to say the least) impolite.
It is certainly the case that the current administration of that superpower – the United States – do not seem to care less about international law when it would restrain them.
(No doubt they would plead international law against another country if it suited them.)
But the notion of being in breach of international law is not the same as international law not existing.
International law is still there – it is just not being complied with.
International law is still there – it is just not capable of being enforced in these instances (at least not yet).
Other nations will recognise and abide by those laws even if the United States will not.
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An eminent professor may say international law is a matter of fiction, but unfortunately the many breaches of international law by the United States are a not a matter of fiction.
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2026 off to a classy start
Recently I was playing around with the boot systems on my two main computers - laptop and desktop - to enable Secure Boot. This is a quite old tech by now, and helps protect against "evil maid" attacks where somebody has temporary access to your hardware and uses it to install some kind of persistent backdoor. I don't think this is a huge threat to me in real life but it's fairly standard behaviour now so I figured I'd familiarise myself with it.
In the process I managed to get myself locked out of both. This was mildly concerning, because usually I'd use one system to help me repair the other. Fortunately I managed to "repair" the desktop by simply disabling Secure Boot.
The laptop was a bit more complicated. ( Nerdy details )
For all that parts of this experience were frustrating, and the stakes were moderately high since going without my laptop would be a huge pain, I quite enjoyed this little pair of experiments. I learned new things, refreshed my memory of a few others, and found a weak spot in my nerding abilities. A larger, and more importantly faster, USB stick will be replacing its venerable predecessor on my keyring - and I'll keep the old one around for smaller file transfers too, so I don't have to keep reformatting.
Next steps are to figure out why Secure Boot doesn't work on the desktop, and to try and replace Grub with systemd-bootd on the laptop. But that can wait for a while before I'm in another geeky mood...

When we were in John Lewis the other day,
angelofthenorth bought a bag fancy vanilla coffee... that she turns out to not enjoy, which is sad!
I do like it and I'm the only other coffee drinker in the house. So for the last week or so -- including today which is my first day back at work since the eighteenth of goddam December -- there has been a cafetiere of delicious hot coffee waiting for me.
Aww.
She's moving in to her own place this weekend, which is so exciting, but I'm gonna miss her!
Reading. ... I think I genuinely have mostly just been stubbornly catching up with Dreamwidth (at time of writing I am UP TO DATE). No, wait, I did also (via
oursin) end up reading several articles about the contents of Oliver Sacks' papers and personal archive, most of which was not hugely surprising given the results of some of my previous digging, but which has resulted in me reaching the firm decision that I shan't be citing any of his examples that can't be extremely independently verified. (Thoughts about case histories for public consumption continue.) And finished one of the Periodicals I'd had sitting around, and gleefully dumped it in the recycling!
I acquired a new book (
passingbuzzards flagged up that Craft Wars #2 Dead Hand Rule came out recently; apparently I've been hiding so comprehensively from my e-mail that I presumably have a Max Gladstone Newsletter languishing somewhere in there) but it is not yet on the ereader. (And downloaded a Toby Daye short from Patreon, but that's not going onto the ereader until I have stitched it into the giant whole-series single ebook). I now also have two books sitting around in Libby. So! Next up Vespertine, then Rooftoppers, then maybe I settle down with Index, A History of the and actually finish it? Since I am no longer focussing primarily on pain reading? Because...
Writing. ... the document is over 3000 words long. At the moment most of what I'm writing falls into one of two categories: structure/scaffolding, and Words I Will Definitely Be Deleting because they're currently extremely note-to-self and will require significant expansion. But there are paragraphs! And I've written a little every day so far this year (except today, which I will rectify before I put the laptop down)! (The bar for Tick This Off My List is a single word.)
Playing. As of a little earlier this evening I have All The Inkulinati Steam Achievements, admittedly by Alt+F4ing my way through the Master run (i.e. flouncing most times I was about to lose a fight) ABOUT WHICH I FEEL BAD but probably not bad enough to go back through and do it Properly.
We have also finished Monument Valley 3, we think, in that we have All The Achievements... but we were a bit confused by the way it just sort of... trailed off after completing the Hall of Memories. I am sort of anticipating a further expansion, I think?
Cooking. This evening I decided I was Sad and that we were going to have Pineapple Fried Rice. A had not previously experienced this, and was... perplexed. Also mulled apple juice, starting with apple-and-ginger and eventually adding apple-and-pear to the problem.
Eating. Highlight: Lebkuchen and mulled apple juice from a flask (well, insulated mug) at the obelisk near the square water. Have also been Greatly Indulged with avocados, and enjoying them enormously.
Exploring. Visited the square water! Which was frozen, at least at the surface! There were excellent frost patterns on moss and also shelf fungi! Several of the trees had been decorated! Excellent stonk, v pleased. Earlier in the week we did a shorter stonk (... it now occurs to me that this is probably a family-specific usage...) around some of the back roads and enjoyed Ongoing Illuminations.
Making & mending. I have fixed Adam's glove????????? I have now made approximately nine tenths of a glove for Adam?????????? I need to actually do the thumb, but after giving up on the mitten flap in disgust after winding up ripping it back Multiple Times, this time around I ripped it back even further and then Grimly and Obsessively Counted, and... it worked??? (Promptly had to frog the bind-off as well, though, having forgotten a key instruction; I checked my notebook and was dismayed to find no notes on the obvious solution there, until I triple-checked the pattern and discovered that that would be because the obvious solution is literally a part of said written pattern...) Maybe I'll get the other one done in time for April (and before they've spent a year on the needles). Maybe.
Growing. CAN CONFIRM: MYSTERIOUS YELLOW HABANERO IS TRINIDAD PERFUME. Curry leaf cutting not dead yet. Have utterly failed to get any seeds sown this week despite Best Intentions but I have at least made the propagator more approachable, and ordered minimal Bonus Seeds (and indeed opted out of bonus bonus seeds altogether, good job me).
Observing. Robins, on my bike and at the square water. Corvids misc. Several excellent sunsets! And the almost-full moon framed perfectly in the not-exactly-an-alley the building front door disgorges into the middle of, which I made A go back outside to take a look at when they got home from work on Friday.
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It snowed today, just a little bit. But it was totally worth taking
the children out for a walk round the pond and up the hill to be in
it.
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It's been a rough day.
( Just rough when geopolitical and systemic stuff is bad but also I'm exhausted and my tummy hurts. )
It wasn't all bad; here's three good things:
angelofthenorth asked me how I feel about road trips and I love road trips and I'm excited to help her collect her stuff for her new flat next weekend.
D got his laptop working again, better than it was before! And we used it to do an online grocery order, it's nice to have that done.
Teddy got to visit our house! As we set off on our walk we went past our house, and he came right up to the door -- just like he did yesterday but unlike yesterday there were no children the size of him in our house so we could let him in. It was very fun watching him investigate -- he briefly tried to nibble a candle but V dissuaded him from eating the beeswax. He seemed to like our house and its people.
This afternoon I have, I think (I hope I have my fingers crossed) got unstuck on the pair of mittens I'm making for A, having frogged the palm yet again; I have been having inordinate difficulty with successfully picking up slipped stitch columns consistently so as to wind up with the flap not at a ridiculous slope. I don't know why I've been finding this so hard (it was fine on the previous pair!), and I am not super thrilled with the neatness (or otherwise) of how the picking up has gone, but I'm now most of the way to done with this one, please the gods may it continue thus.
A meanwhile spent the afternoon cleaning fountain pens, and was willing to do one of mine while I was at it, so the dip-fill that got done when the nib was reground has now been cleaned out and TOMORROW I can fill it with Its Intended Ink and THEN I will... get to see how much I hate the intended combination of colours, heh. (I am contemplating doing some inline journalling, with slightly different colours of ink for todo lists vs Recountings Of Feelings About Day.)
I am also pretty much caught up with Dreamwidth, by which I mean "I haven't finished reading all of today's posts, and I'm probably not going to before I sleep, but I am, like, at one day behind now", which is a joy. Along the way I have discovered that a new Craft Wars book got published while I was hiding from my many (many) e-mails; been baffled that uk.bookshop.org just... doesn't sell English-language Max Gladstone ebooks, as far as I can tell; and made slow progress on remembering that commenting is a good thing now, actually. (I've been leery of it while Significantly Behind in case Things Had Gone Bad in the interim, but I've been significantly behind since April, so I have some relearning to do.)
What else what else? Snow, a smattering thereof, or possibly just Very Enthusiastic Frost; finally managed to point out the octopus topper on one of the localish post boxes in such a fashion that A was able to observe it; there is a fresh batch of yoghurt to go in the fridge overnight and then get decanted in the morning; I have not today managed to sow the various grow-on-indoors seeds I want to get started in the propagator before it's time for Everything Else (pineapple physalis, lemongrass, ... oh no what's the third thing) but, hey, Perhaps Tomorrow. Many things. For now: rest.