Observations from a Hill

Online commerce, de facto, has to operate on a system of mutual trust with a financial locking mechanism to gently enforce the otherwise ad hoc nature of the transaction in question. Fine; and in the current world of eBay, Uber, Amazon, AirBnB et al, this system is largely structurally sound, even given the sometimes labyrinthine procedures it is necessary to endure if something goes wrong in the process. Having said that, close to all transactions processed online essentially work fine. The online payment paradigm of pay, lock, supply, unlock has logical merit given the usually remote nature of transactions thus made, and follows basic database methodology in the process [something the Post Office and their software goons most certainly did not respect, but I digress], ensuring the best continuity of flow of cash and goods to complete the distant transaction. All well and good, and now that the dust of the Wild West of the early days of the likes of eBay - a Dodge City of minor crime ...

As the Crown Prince of fantasy politics calms the markets - why on earth would anyone listen to him in the first place? - by insisting the Iranian War will be over in short order, so nothing further to worry about folks; the rest of us are looking at the price of fuel at the pumps with wonder at the alacrity with which prices rise when the 'cost' of crude rockets in the heat of a Middle-Eastern conflict, and how slowly they return to 'normal' when the reversal happens just as quickly, as the markets wipe their metaphorical brows in relief. Its just like marvelling at the speed at which daily outgoing financial transactions leave one's bank account compared with credits back into the same. Funny that, ain't it? Anyhow, not wishing to dwell on the barely fathomable nature of the larger world of politics and economics this evening, I'd like to offer the observation that we discovered a rather fine eatery that has been staring us in the face for years, unwittin...

I can't imagine what it must be like for the millions of sane, right-thinking Americans living in Trump's Truman Show version of their country right now. I wrote last night of the cohort of mad, bad, old 'strong men', of whom Donald Trump is the 'daddy' and archetype. Mere hours ago, the president of the most powerful nation in the world decided it would be perfectly acceptable to oversee the repatriation of the bodies of six US soldiers returning from their deaths in Iran wearing a white USA baseball cap from his own campaign merchandising store to the ceremony. Even Fox News couldn't countenance being responsible for broadcasting images or footage of this insult, preferring instead to use stock footage from his first term of office. When tasked as to why they did this, however, they asserted that it had been inadvertently done, rather than admit that even they were outraged by their president's comportment on such a solemn occasion, or more likely that...

Even disregarding the immediate human impact [which we can't and shouldn't] of the current wars being waged in the Middle East by what is becoming an axis of the most hawkish of nations in the West, the US and Israel, we can't avoid the wider geopolitical issue of energy supply and what will become in the coming months and possibly for years hence a major factor in economic decline across the globe, most particularly in the West itself. Waging war in the Middle East has always carried with it the intrinsic threat of systemic economic damage: energy supply lines in the form of crude oil are directly impacted by the geographical vice that the Middle East holds over the Strait of Hormuz and the Suez Canal. Whilst we are still stupidly over-dependent on fossil fuels arriving at our refineries to supply industry and domestic fuel needs, we are beholden to those countries that surround that narrow sea passage trading normally and without duress of conflict. When that narrow line ...

Pictured, today's experiment: a kofta-kinda-curry. It turned out slightly odder than I would have predicted, but it wasn't too bad on the whole, as jazz cuisine goes. I'm going to have to think on some more about this one, but there are some basically good ideas in there that just need some tuning. I'm only posting this because I've spent the day either wrangling electrical wiring or watching the Six Nations: two great matches, I have to say; which have occupied me to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. Given the perilous and parlous state of the world at present, that qualifies as a bit of welcome relief, methinks...

Just a brief - and arguably gratuitous - food post tonight, as it's half-time between Wales and Ireland in the Six Nations this evening, and the game's getting pretty tight. I'm not holding out my hopes for a Welsh victory, but that's not really the point. Pictured, my gratin of last night's leftover veggie bake thing, which, to be fair, could have fed the five thousand: there's still a load left as I write; so I imagine a cold collation of at least some of it for lunch tomorrow; we'll see: either that, or I'll freeze it for future consumption. Anyhow, the stove's lit, the living room is warm and the game is about to resume: just time for a bowl of tobacco and back to the vicarious fray...