Saturday, November 9, 2013

UTA Flight 772

Byter Sue sent me a link to a fascinating and moving item that is the subject of today’s Bytes. Sue described it in the following terms: 

“It reminded me of the running mare in I think Wales. Beautiful only from a distance, enormous work performed by people with a shared goal. Both with a human sacrifice and an attempt to portray the magnitude of life in an infinitely larger universe.”

The link sent is to a post by an unidentified writer, reposted below, about a memorial to the victims of a terrorist bomb attack on an airplane. 

Link:

Thanks, Sue.

* * * * *

I Noticed This Tiny Thing On Google Maps. When I Zoomed In… Well, Nothing Could Prepare Me.

November 2, 2013 In the News

A friend told me to go to a certain latitude and longitude on Google Maps. When I noticed it seemed to be in the middle of an African desert, I thought he was just sending nonsense. But when I zoomed in, my mind was blown. I noticed a tiny icon that looked like an airplane.

So I did some more research and discovered there’s an incredibly tragic and beautiful story behind it. 

UTA Flight 772 was a scheduled flight operating from Brazzaville in the Republic of Congo to Paris CDG airport in France. The flight never made it. All on board perished.

Eighteen years later, families of the victims gathered at the crash site to build a memorial.


Due to the remoteness of the location, pieces of the wreckage could still be found at the site.

The memorial was created by Les Familles de l’Attentat du DC-10 d’UTA, an association of the victims’ families along with the help of local inhabitants.

The memorial was built mostly by hand and uses dark stones to create a 200-foot diameter circle


The Tenere region is one of the most inaccessible places on the planet. The stones were trucked to the site from over 70 kilometers away.

170 broken mirrors, representing each victim, were placed around the circumference of the memorial.



The memorial is anchored by the starboard wing of the aircraft which was trucked to the site from 10 miles away. Workers had to dig up the wing and empty it of sand.


The memorial was partly funded by the $170 million compensation package provided by the Libyan government.

The completed memorial.

The memorial can be seen from Google Earth and Google Maps.

Six Libyans were ultimately convicted of this terrorist attack. They used a suitcase bomb to blow up the plane, which resulted in 155 passengers and 15 crew members meeting their demise.

Even in the face of this tragedy, the families constructed this beautiful memorial to never forget what happened. They will live on in their hearts, in the desert, and even on Google Earth forever.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Friday, November 8, 2013

Funny Friday



* * * * *

Australia having just gone troppo over the Melbourne Cup, "The race that stops the nation", what better theme for Funny Friday than equine. . .

(Some items are reposts but worth the retelling).

* * * * *


A cowboy rode into town and pulled his horse up in front of the first saloon that he came to. He dismounted and tied the horse to the hitching rail and saw that he was being watched by a group of old-timers sitting on a bench beside the front door of the saloon. The cowboy went to the rear of the horse, lifted its tail and kissed the horse. He then turned to walk into the saloon. 

"How come you done that cowboy?" asked one old timer. 

"I've got chapped lips," replied the cowboy. 

"Does that make em' heal up faster?" asked the old timer. 

"Naw," replied the cowboy. "It stops me from lickin' em and maken' em worse." 

* * * * *

I went for a job interview as a blacksmith yesterday. He said, "Have you ever shoed a horse?" 

I said, "No, but I've told a donkey to fuck off." 

* * * * *

A jockey was riding the favourite at a race meeting, and was well ahead of the field.

His horse rounded the final corner, when suddenly the jockey was hit on the head by a turkey and a string of sausages.

He managed to keep control of his mount and pulled back into the lead, only to be struck by a box of Christmas crackers and a dozen mince pies as he went over the last fence.

With great skill he managed to steer the horse to the front of the field once more when, on the run in, he was struck on the head by a bottle of sherry and a Christmas pudding. Thus distracted, he succeeded in coming only second.

He immediately went to the race stewards to complain that he had been seriously hampered... 

* * * * *

The other day I realised I can exactly replicate the sound of hitting two coconut shells together simply by riding a horse down a cobbled street. 

* * * * *

An old Indian was asked the name of his wife. 

He replied, "Wife name, she name Three Horse." 

"That's an unusual name for your wife, Three Horse. What does it mean?" 

"Is old Indian name. It mean nag, nag, nag" 

* * * * *

The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party.

The Indian chief proclaims, "So, you are the great Lone Ranger. In honour of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. But, before I kill you, I will grant you three requests. What is your first request?"

The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse." 

The chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger, who whispers in Silver's ear, and the horse gallops away.

Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back.

As the Indian chief watches, the blonde enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.

The next morning the Indian chief admits he's impressed. "You have very fine and loyal horse, but I will still kill you in two days. What is your second request?"

The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to him, and he again whispers in the horse's ear.

As before, Silver takes off across the plains and disappears over the horizon.

Later that evening, to the chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a brunette, even more attractive than the blonde.

She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night. The following morning the Indian chief is again impressed. "You are indeed a man of many talents, but I still kill you tomorrow.  What is your last request?"

The Lone Ranger responds," I'd like to speak to my horse....ALONE." 

The Chief is curious, but he agrees, and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent.

Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears, looks him square in the eye and says:

"Listen very carefully, you dickhead, for the last time.......... . BRING POSSE!!!!" 

* * * * *

My wife and daughter are leaving because of my obsession with horse racing. 

And they're off!

* * * * *

A young jockey and his stable lass girlfriend make the decision to get married. Everything is planned and the couple intend to honeymoon in Italy for a week. The marriage goes without a hitch and the couple set off on their honeymoon. 

While checking in, the lady behind the desk asks "We have two suites available for you, would you like the bridal?" 

"No thanks," says the jockey.  "I'll just hold her ears till she gets the hang of it!"


* * * * * * * * * *


Limerick Spot:

There once was a young poet, named Dan
Whose limericks never would scan
when told this was so,
he said "yes I know
'cause I try to put every possible syllable into the last line that I can."

Okay, another one . . .

Let's go with a classic oldie . . .

On a maiden a man once begat
Cute triplets named Nat, Tat and Pat;
'Twas fun in the breeding
But Hell in the feeding:
She hadn't a spare tit for Tat.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Bourdaloues

Some people have weapons named after them – Colt, Gatling, Molotov. Some have devices to record their names for posterity – Guillotine, Hoover – and some have inventions and developments: Morse, Pilates, Salk. And some have . . . well, we’ll get to that in a moment.



The above items are not gravy boats or other elegant servers from a classy historic house.

They are known as bourdaloues and were smaller, portable feminine versions of chamberpots, pos, or as they were once colloquially referred to in Australia, a gazunder, so named because it goes under the bed. 

Back in the days when women wore hoops and had large billowing skirts, answering the call of nature was a major exercise. This is where Louis Bourdaloue comes in. Louis (1632-1704), a Jesuit priest at the court of Louis XIV, was reputed to be such a spellbinding speaker and orator that people did not want to miss a single word of his sermons. Another version says that his skills were not the relevant factor, rather his sermons were extraordinarily long. Furthermore, churches and theatres in those days did not have toilets. There were no breaks during sermons. Legend has it that women used the above porta pottys under their panniers and voluminous skirts to relieve themselves in church without missing any part of the service and sermon. Hence these items became known, and remain known, as bourdaloues. 

Louis Bourdaloue

Some historians are skeptical and point out that a more likely manner of use was that m’lady’s maid would bring the bourdaloue to m’lady, who would use it in a discreet manner or in shadow, with the maid then taking it away again. Sort of like a 17th century Downton Abbey procedure.

Bourdaloues were oval in shape with a slightly raised lip at one end and a handle at the other. The edges curled in to prevent damage to delicate body parts and to prevent spillage. They often came with a lid. Bordaloues could be used while squatting or standing as demonstrated in this painting by François Boucher called La Bourdaloue:


Bourdaloues were used throughout the 18th and for most of the 19th century but as plumbing improved and toilets were developed, their use declined. 

Some more bourdaloes:






* * * * * * * *

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Some quotes about Speeches


“If I am to speak ten minutes, I need a week for preparation; if fifteen minutes, three days; if half an hour, two days; if an hour, I am ready now.”

- Woodrow Wilson

* * * * *


“The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending; and to have the two as close together as possible.”

- George Burns

* * * * *


I will be brief. Not nearly so brief as Salvador Dali, who gave the world’s shortest speech. He said “I will be so brief I have already finished,” and he sat down. 

- Edward O. Wilson


* * * * *


“If you have an important point to make, don’t try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time – a tremendous whack.” 

- Winston Churchill

* * * * *


“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end, then stop.” 

- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Monday, November 4, 2013

Google Earth Finds


Caution: risqué images in the following item

Google Earth is a map and geographical information program from satellite images that was created by Keyhole Inc, a CIA funded company. It was acquired by Google in 2004 and has become a popular pastime with computer geeks to search Google Earth sites and locations, to find items of interest and to post them online. The same activity is popular with Google Maps. The programs allow zooming, which thereby enable close ups.

In the months to come I will occasionally post Google Earth finds.

Here is the first batch . . .

* * * * *


A blood-red lake outside Sadr City in Iraq. There is no official explanation for the colour of this body of water.

* * * * *


In Canada, in one of the finger lakes, there is an island. On that island is a lake. Inside that lake is another island. That island has a lake which in turn has an island. It has been referred to as a sub-sub-sub-island. 

* * * * *


Although the Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Arizona is closed to the public, Google Earth enables viewing. It is where U.S. military planes go to die. Dubbed "the boneyard", it contains virtually every plane the military has flown since World War II, from the B-52 StratoFortress to the F-14 Tomcat, in various stages of decay.

Another view: 


* * * * *


Google Earth has located various mysterious structures and patterns in the Gobi Desert in China. The above is believed to be a secret military base and that the pattern shown is a Yagi antenna array, a device used for weather tracking and other atmospheric research.

* * * * *


Companies have become increasingly aware of the possibilities inherent in large displays that are visible from the air, known as “mapvertising”.  It consists of 65,000 one foot square painted tiles in Nevada.

* * * * *


The S.S. Jassim, a Bolivian cargo ferry, ran aground and sank on the Wingate Reef off the coast of Sudan in 2003. It is one of the largest shipwrecks visible on Google Earth.

* * * * *


The above sexy lips are a hill formation located in Gharb, Darfur, in Sudan.

* * * * *


From news.com:

A CHRISTIAN Science society in the US has exposed itself to ridicule by building a church that looks suspiciously like a penis.

The church, which is appropriately located in a city called Dixon, looks innocent enough at ground level. But fire up Google Maps and the terrible, unholy truth becomes clear. Today the church responded to these unwelcome Revelations, assuring the world there would be a "giant fig leaf coming soon" on its Facebook page*. Sadly, the unfortunate slogan "Rising Up" is also plastered across that page.



*The Facebook page now does have a figleaf, as below. It also explains that the building is the shape that it is because it went around an oak tree rather than remove it.



* * * * * * * * * *

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Song Spot: Losing my Religion


I recently posted a Bytes about Sting’s anthem for stalkers, Every Breath You Take. At the end of that post I mentioned that a future Bytes would look at a statement by Michael Stipe of REM that he was inspired to write Losing My Religion by listening to Every Breath You Take.

Here it is.

* * * * *

Video:

See and hear the official clip by clicking on:


Well worth a look and will assist regarding the comments below.

* * * * *

Lyrics:

Oh life, it's bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I've said enough

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper 
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I've said enough

Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream

* * * * *

Comments:

According to an interview with Michael Stipe, the expression "losing my religion" is from the southern region of the United States and means losing one's temper or civility, of "being at the end of one's rope,"  of being pushed to the limit.

Stipe has also said that it is about "someone who pines for someone else. It's unrequited love, what have you."

As for being inspired by Every Breath You Take: "It's just a classic obsession pop song. I've always felt the best kinds of songs are the ones where anybody can listen to it, put themselves in it and say, 'Yeah, that's me.'"

* * * * *

The song is about an obsessive crush that the singer has on a girl, similar to the stalker in EBYT. The girl is not responsive (“The lengths that I will go to, The distance in your eyes”) and as a result he worries that he has said too much, perhaps not said enough. He is at his wit’s end, losing it (“losing my religion”). The singer wants a deeper, emotional bond, the other person appears not to be interested. The situation, according to Stipe, “has pushed you so far that you would lose your faith over it. Something has pushed you to the nth degree.” 

Some writers have speculated that the object of the obsessive crush is not a female but another man, that the fact that it is a same sex crush is part of the reason the singer is in such turmoil.

* * * * *

"Okay. This song is beloved around the world. It is. It wasn't our fault; it just happened, and it's one of those freak things and we're really proud of it. When you have a crush on somebody, and you think that they understand that but you're not sure, and you're dropping all kinds of hints, and you think that they're responding to these hints but you're not sure -- that's what this song is about: thinking that you've gone too far, you've dropped a hint that is just the size of Idaho, and they responded in a way that maybe confused you, or they haven't responded at all or they responded in a way that seemed like 'well, maybe I'm gonna- maybe I'm- maybe something's gonna happen here!' and I think I've probably said this seven thousand times, but the phrase 'losing my religion' is a southern phrase which means that something has pushed you so far that you would lose your faith over it. Something has pushed you to the nth degree, and that's what this is about. Now, some people still think that it's a song about religion; it's not. It's just a song about having a crush."

- Michael Stipe

* * * * *

Notwithstanding that Losing My Religion is about an obsessive, unrequited crush and not about religion, the producer of the official video clip, Tarsem Singh, has filled the clip with religious images, symbols, allusions and themes. The clip includes images from a story by Columbian writer Gabriel García Márquez, A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings. The story revolves around a poor couple who lock up an angel fallen from Heaven in a chicken coop and charge their neighbours admission to see him in a freak show.


The video incorporates images from the works of Italian Baroque painter Caravaggio and of Saint Sebastian, a member of the Roman guard who became a member of the imperial guard of the Emperor Diocletian. He secretly converted to Christianity and supported Christians about to die but, upon being discovered, was ordered by the emperor to be tied to a tree and have arrows fired into his body.

* * * * *

When Singh saw Stipes spastic form of dancing, he incorporated that in the video clip.

* * * * *

REM guitarist Peter Buck wrote the distinctive main mandolin riff and chorus from his recording his first attempts to learn the mandolin. According to Buck “When I listened back to it the next day, there was a bunch of stuff that was really just me learning how to play mandolin, and then there's what became 'Losing My Religion', and then a whole bunch more of me learning to play the mandolin." 

* * * * *

Some Catholic groups protested the video.

* * * * *

Stipe's vocal was recorded in a single take.

* * * * *

By the way:

REM stands for the stage of sleep called rapid eye movement, which Stipe selected at random from a dictionary.

* * * * * * * * * *

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Pulitzer Photograph of the Year: 1967

Continuing the list of the winners of the Pulitzer Prize for Photography, from inception in 1942; and the World Press Photograph of the Year, from inception in 1955.

Pulitzer Prize for Photography
Year:
1967
Photographer:
Jack R Thornell
Photograph:
Photograph of the shooting of James Meredith in Mississippi by a roadside gunman.


In 1962 James Meredith, then aged 29, commenced university. What should have been a joyous time in his life was instead a nightmare.  James Meredith was an African-American. The university was the University of Mississippi, Ole Miss.

(The same Ole Miss features in the Sandra Bullock pic The Blind Side, where it is shown competing in 2004 to secure African American Michael Oher as a student to enable him to play on its football team. The university was successful, although Oher had received offers from Tennessee, LSU, Alabama, Auburn and South Carolina. Things were quite different in 1962).

Meredith was born in Kosciusko, Mississippi of native American and African- American heritage. After graduating from the local segregated schools, Meredith served in the Unites States Air Force from 1951 to 1960. Thereafter he attended Jackson State University for 2 years.

In 1954 in the landmark case of Brown v Board of Education, the US Supreme Court had ruled that public supported schools had to be desegregated.

Notwithstanding Brown, Ole Miss remained segregated, accepting only white students. Meredith applied for admission, thereby challenging the segregation, and was refused. He applied again and was refused again. In 1961 he applied to the District Court for orders for admission, arguing that on his record he should have been granted admission and that it was only the colour of his skin that kept him out. The case ended up in the Supreme Court which supported Meredith’s admission, denying the university the right to exclude him.

What followed became a flashpoint and pivotal moment in the movement by African-Americans for civil rights and equality.

The Governor of Mississippi, Ross Barnett, sought to circumvent the Supreme Court’s determination by having the legislature pass a law that “prohibited any person who was convicted of a state crime from admission to a state school.” The law was directed at Meredith, who had been convicted of “false voter registration.”

Governor Barnett

US Attorney General Robert F Kennedy leaned on Barnett and induced him to reverse his previous stance. Barnett reluctantly agreed to let Meredith enrol in the university, the first African-American to attend Ole Miss.

From Wikipedia:

White students and anti-desegregation supporters, many who had driven in for the event, protested his enrolment by rioting on the Oxford campus. 
Robert Kennedy called in 500 US Marshalls to take control, who were supported by the 70th Army Engineer Combat Battalion from Ft Campbell, Kentucky. They created a tent camp and kitchen for the US Marshals. To bolster law enforcement, President John F Kennedy sent in U.S. Army troops from the 2nd Infantry Division from Ft. Benning, GA under the command of Maj. Gen Charles Billingslea and military police from the 503rd Military Police Battalion, and called in troops from the Mississippi Army National Guard.  
Gen. Bllingslea's staff car was mobbed and set on fire at the entrance to the university gate. General Billingslea, the Deputy Commanding General, John Corley, and aide, Capt Harold Lyon, were trapped inside the burning car but managed to force the car door open and had to crawl 200 yards into the gate to the University Lyceum Building while someone was shooting at them and continued to shoot the windows out, though the Army never returned fire. Gen Billingslea had established a series of escalating secret code words for issuing ammunition down to the platoons with another one for issuing it to squads, and a third one for loading, none of which could take place without the General himself, confirming the secret codes. 
In the violent clash, two people died, including the French journalist Paul Guihard, on assignment for the London Daily Sketch. He was found dead behind the Lyseum building with a gunshot wound to the back. One hundred-sixty US Marshals, one-third of the group, were injured in the melee, and 40 soldiers and National Guardsmen were wounded. The US government fined Barnett $10,000 and sentenced him to jail for contempt, but the charges were later dismissed by the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals. 

Meredith on campus, surrounded by jeering crowds and flanked by US Marshalls

US Army soldiers march through Oxford, bayonets drawn, after order is restored

Meredith graduated in 1963 with a degree in political science. At his graduation he wore a segregationist's "Never" button upside down on his black gown. His time at Ole Miss had been characterised by harassment, intimidation, ostracism, hostility and abuse. He had needed 24 hour protection.


After studying in Nigeria he enrolled in law at the University of Columbia, remaining politically active. In 1966 he organised and led a civil rights march from Memphis to the Mississippi State capital of Jackson to inspire African-Americans to register for voting. He called it a Walk Against Fear. On the second day of the walk one Aubrey James Norvell fired a number of shotgun blasts at Meredith, hitting him in the head, neck, back and legs. 

Photographer Jack Thornell photographed Meredith pleading for help and drove back to Memphis in a panic, convinced he would be fired for failing to photograph both the assailant and the victim. 

Meredith, laying in the road, alone, was shouting "Isn't anyone going to help me?" 

It was minutes before an ambulance came to assist him.

Meredith was not seriously injured, Norvell having shot him with birdshot. He recovered and was able to rejoin the march at the end, the numbers having swelled as a result of the shooting.

Norvell pleaded guilty to the shooting and was sentence to 5 years jail, three of those years being suspended.

In 2002, Meredith’s son Joseph graduated from the Old Miss as the most outstanding doctoral student in the School of Business Administration. Joseph had previously earned degrees from Harvard and Millsaps College. James Meredith said of the occasion, "I think there's no better proof that white supremacy was wrong than not only to have my son graduate, but to graduate as the most outstanding graduate of the school...That, I think, vindicates my whole life." Joseph Meredith died in 2008 at age 39 of complications from lupus. At the time of his death, he was an assistant professor of finance at Texas A & M International University. 

Today there is a statue honouring Meredith at Ole Miss:


Thornell, the photographer who captured on film the pleas for help from Meredith, was 26 and just starting out with Associated Press when he took his Pulitzer Prize winning shot. He was later also on the spot after three civil rights workers in Mississippi were slain (later immortalised in the film Mississippi Burning), for the funeral of Martin Luther King (though he missed the assassination itself) and for the march from Selma.

When Meredith was shot, Thornell had been sitting in a car with his UPI rival. “We jumped out of the car. Of course we were worried about getting shot too because we were in the line of fire, but fortunately, he crawled our way and I happened to raise up from behind the car around the time that Meredith was grimacing from the middle of the road and I took the photograph.”

Thornell was quoted earlier this year as having regretted not assisting Meredith as he lay on the ground pleading for help. Easy enough to say afterwards with a Pulitzer in your pocket.


As soon as Norvell’s shooting was over, photographers from other outlets descended on the pleading and bleeding Meredith. Like Thornell they also ignored Meredith’s pleas, instead shooting away with their cameras.

* * * * * * * * * *

Friday, November 1, 2013

Funny Friday

Some more IKEA humour . . . 

Caution: risque content

* * * * *


* * * * *

I was making the bed this morning when I thought to myself, "That's the last time I buy a bed from Ikea."

* * * * *


* * * * *

I found thousands of letters in my postbox today.

That's the last time I order a dictionary from IKEA.

* * * * *


* * * * *

I bought a suppository from Ikea.

I had to put it up myself.

* * * * *

If Ikea made instructions for everything . . .






* * * * *

The waiter said, "Your table will be ready shortly."

This is the last time I'll be going to Ikea's restaurant.

* * * * *


* * * * *

I called my wife today and said, "I bought that table you asked me to get from Ikea today."

She said, "Have you made it up?"

I said, "Yes... I forgot, I'll get it tomorrow."

* * * * *

Limerick Spot:

A tone-deaf old person from Tring
When somebody asked him to sing,
Replied, "It is odd
But I cannot tell 'God
Save the Weasel' from 'Pop Goes the King.' "