Tuesday, 14 June 2011

[The Life of Shaun #433] SF leads the way (again)

Leave it to the guardian to say it better than I could! Maybe I should rethink my journalistic loyalties. And kudos to SF!

(SFers, has this been much in the newsphere there?)

Cheers,
Shaun




Time to ban male circumcision?

If passed, article 50 will ban genital cutting for boys in San Francisco, with profound religious implications for Jews and Muslims. But isn't it time to oppose all circumcision?

Muslim boy reacts as doctor performs a circumcision on him in the village of Ribnovo
A Muslim boy during his circumcision in Bulgaria. Voters in San Francisco, California, have been asked to ban the custom, much to the anger of Jews and Muslims. Photograph: Stoyan Nenov/REUTERS

San Francisco voters will decide later this year whether, like its female counterpart, male infant circumcision should be outlawed. If passed, article 50 — the "Genital Cutting of Male Minors" — would make it unlawful to circumcise, cut, or mutilate the foreskin, testicles, or penis of another person aged under 18. The bill includes an exemption for cases of medical necessity, but not for custom or ritual, which has profound implications for the many Jews and Muslims who consider it an essential part of their religious or cultural practice.

Unsurprisingly, the bill has attracted considerable controversy. Some regard it as a modern manifestation of western antisemitism, while certain feminist groups consider the idea of comparing male and female genital cutting to be both offensive and unsubstantiated.

Neither the World Health Organisation nor the UN oppose male circumcision, and given that the procedure is so unquestioned that 33% of American boys still undergo it, one might think that they have a point. But is it really so simple? And are the differences between male and female circumcision really so straightforward?

According to research, the sexual damage caused by female and male genital cutting can be extensive. Female genital cutting, which can involve removal of the clitoris, may reduce the likelihood of orgasm and cause complications during childbirth. Similarly, male circumcision can result in excruciating pain, nerve destruction, infection, disfigurement and sometimes death. Like the clitoris, the foreskin serves a sexual purpose, and it protects the "head" of the penis from outside elements.

Both male and female genital cutting can have profound psychological consequences. Circumcised women often experience trauma, stress and anxiety, and can have relationship problems. Some circumcised men describe feelings of loss, anger, distrust, and grief, while others have reported problems with subsequent intimacy, long-term post-traumatic stress disorder, and a sense of powerlessness.

With female genital cutting, the desire to control female sexuality remains key: believed to reduce a woman's libido, the practice is said to help her resist "illicit" sexual acts, thus aiding the maintenance of premarital virginity and marital fidelity.

Male circumcision has similarly been associated with managing sexuality.Maimonedes, the great Jewish sage, believed it counteracted "excessive lust", while as a secular practice in the US, it was first promoted as a means of preventing "harmful" masturbation. Now, the discourse of cleanliness is crucial – and one frequently hears that "a cut man is a cleaner man".

In Judaism, male circumcision, carried out eight days after birth, is essential, according to religious law; male circumcision is also practised in Islam, though the necessity of female genital cutting is contested among Muslims.

Clearly, significant similarities exist between male and female genital cutting, and the question asked by those behind article 50 is: why the legal difference between boys and girls?

What about the health argument, that male circumcision is "cleaner" and prevents HIV transmission? There is a body of research that claims a correlation between circumcision and reduced transmission rates, and this is not to be taken lightly, since it represents the strongest case for male genital cutting – at least in Aids-ravaged regions. But such research is heavily contested. A 2007 study by Dowsett and Couchasserted that insufficient evidence exists to believe that circumcision does reduce transmission, while Gregorio et al's later analysis cast doubt on correlations between circumcision and transmission of HIV and STI's more generally.

Wouldn't a mass information campaign represent better public health policy than widespread pre-emptive circumcision? If we favour removal of body parts to reduce risk of disease, why not remove breasts to prevent breast cancer? Or pull teeth, in the name of cleanliness, to ward off plaque? Though health and hygiene are important, less intrusive and equally successful means clearly exist to ensure them.

What about religious freedom? Certainly, the ability to freely practise one's religionremains a vital component of any liberal democracy. But should this trump an individual's right to their bodily integrity? And shouldn't such a principle be extended to all those who, by virtue of their age, are too young to decide on which body parts they would or would not like to keep?

Some may point to state overreach here, suggesting that a ban on child ear-piercing will be next. But it is the irreversibility of circumcision that invalidates such comparisons. Instead of dismissing article 50 as either antisemitic or anti-feminist, therefore, we suggest that it should perhaps be considered as no more than the consistent application of legal principles to both sexes.

Article 3 of the European Convention on Human Rights outlaws the kind of "harm" that circumcision can cause; article 14 forbids the discrimination that prevents baby boys from enjoying the same protection of their genitalia as baby girls. In the 21st century, it is time to remember that men, too, can be victims of unjust hegemonic systems tolerated in the name of tradition, culture or religion. If we oppose female genital mutilation, has the time not come for us also to oppose male genital mutiliation?

Neil Howard and Rebecca Steinfeld are doctoral students at Oxford University, specialising on issues related to gender in West Africa and the Middle East respectively


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Monday, 9 May 2011

[The Life of Shaun #432] Babel or babble?

This is off topic, but a lot of my friends and family are similarly nerdy to me, so I know this will be well enjoyed.  So for them - enjoy!  The rest of you, sorry about the extra delete I'm making you press today.

A side note: ‎My friend Kimb'uh had a baby two weeks ago.  The birth was a bit hard on the baby as he tried to come out with a hand next to his head - it led to a lot of stress on the baby's head and neck.  So the NHS sent a cranial osteopath to their flat a few days later to make sure all was well and ease the tension in his neck and head.  I was so impressed by this.  I love the NHS!

Cheers,
Shaun



The Economist


The evolution of language

Babel or babble?

Languages all have their roots in the same part of the world. But they are not as similar to each other as was once thought

Apr 14th 2011 | from the print edition











WHERE do languages come from? That is a question as old as human beings' ability to pose it. But it has two sorts of answer. The first is evolutionary: when and where human banter was first heard. The second is ontological: how an individual human acquires the power of speech and understanding. This week, by a neat coincidence, has seen the publication of papers addressing both of these conundrums.

Quentin Atkinson, of the University of Auckland, in New Zealand, has been looking at the evolutionary issue, trying to locate the birthplace of the first language. Michael Dunn, of the Max Planck Institute for Psycholinguistics in the Netherlands, has been examining ontology. Fittingly, they have published their results in the two greatest rivals of scientific journalism. Dr Atkinson's paper appears in Science, Dr Dunn's in Nature.

Travellers' tales

The obvious place to look for the evolutionary origin of language is the cradle of humanity, Africa. And, to cut a long story short, it is to Africa that Dr Atkinson does trace things. In doing so, he knocks on the head any lingering suggestion that language originated more than once.

One of the lines of evidence which show humanity's African origins is that the farther you get from that continent, the less diverse, genetically speaking, people are. Being descended from small groups of relatively recent migrants, they are more inbred than their African forebears.

Dr Atkinson wondered whether the same might be true of languages. To find out, he looked not at genes but at phonemes. These are the smallest sounds which differentiate meaning (like the "th" in thin; replace it with "f" or "s" and the result is a different word). It has been known for a while that the less widely spoken a language is, the fewer the phonemes it has. So, as groups of people ventured ever farther from their African homeland, their phonemic repertoires should have dwindled, just as their genetic ones did.

To check whether this is the case, Dr Atkinson took 504 languages and plotted the number of phonemes in each (corrected for recent population growth, when significant) against the distance between the place where the language is spoken and 2,500 putative points of origin, scattered across the world. The relationship that emerges suggests the actual point of origin is in central or southern Africa (see chart), and that all modern languages do, indeed, have a common root.

That fits nicely with the idea that being able to speak and be spoken to is a specific adaptation—a virtual organ, if you like—that is humanity's killer app in the struggle for biological dominance. Once it arose, Homo sapiens really could go forth and multiply and fill the Earth.

The details of this virtual organ are the subject of Dr Dunn's paper. Confusingly, though, for this neat story of human imperialism, his result challenges the leading hypothesis about the nature of the language organ itself.

Grammar or just rhetoric?

The originator of that hypothesis is Noam Chomsky, a linguist at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Dr Chomsky argues that the human brain comes equipped with a hard-wired universal grammar—a language instinct, in the elegant phrase of his one-time colleague Steven Pinker. This would explain why children learn to speak almost effortlessly.

The problem with the idea of a language instinct is that languages differ not just in their vocabularies, which are learned, but in their grammatical rules, which are the sort of thing that might be expected to be instinctive. Dr Chomsky's response is that this diversity, like the diversity of vocabulary, is superficial. In his opinion grammar is a collection of modules, each containing assorted features. Switching on a module activates all these features at a stroke. You cannot pick and choose within a module.

For instance, languages in which verbs precede objects will always have relative clauses after nouns; a language cannot have one but not the other. A lot of similar examples were collected by Joseph Greenberg, a linguist based at Stanford, who died in 2001. And, though Greenberg himself attributed his findings to general constraints on human thought rather than to language-specific switches in the brain, his findings also agree with the Chomskyan view of the world. Truly testing that view, though, is hard. The human brain cannot easily handle the connections that need to be made to do so. Dr Dunn therefore offered the task to a computer. And what he found surprised him.

Place your bets

To find out which linguistic features travel together, and might thus be parts of Chomskyan modules, means drawing up a reliable linguistic family tree. That is tricky. Unlike biologists, linguists do not have fossils to guide them through the past (apart from a few thousand years of records from the few tongues spoken by literate societies). Also, languages can crossbreed in a way that species do not. English, for example, is famously a muddle of German, Norse and medieval French. As a result, linguists often disagree about which tongues belong to a particular family.

To leap this hurdle, Dr Dunn began by collecting basic vocabulary terms—words for body parts, kinship, simple verbs and the like—for four large language families that all linguists agree are real. These are Indo-European, Bantu, Austronesian (from South-East Asia and the Pacific) and Uto-Aztecan (the native vernaculars of the Americas). These four groups account for more than a third of the 7,000 or so tongues spoken around the world today.

For each family, Dr Dunn and his team identified sets of cognates. These are etymologically related words that pop up in different languages. One set, for example, contains words like "night", "Nacht" and "nuit". Another includes "milk" and "Milch", but not "lait". The result is a multidimensional Venn diagram that records the overlaps between languages.

Which is fine for the present, but not much use for the past. To substitute for fossils, and thus reconstruct the ancient branches of the tree as well as the modern-day leaves, Dr Dunn used mathematically informed guesswork. The maths in question is called the Markov chain Monte Carlo (MCMC) method. As its name suggests, this spins the software equivalent of a roulette wheel to generate a random tree, then examines how snugly the branches of that tree fit the modern foliage. It then spins the wheel again, to tweak the first tree ever so slightly, at random. If the new tree is a better fit for the leaves, it is taken as the starting point for the next spin. If not, the process takes a step back to the previous best fit. The wheel whirrs millions of times until such random tweaking has no discernible effect on the outcome.

When Dr Dunn fed the languages he had chosen into the MCMC casino, the result was several hundred equally probable family trees. Next, he threw eight grammatical features, all related to word order, into the mix, and ran the game again.

The results were unexpected. Not one correlation persisted across all language families, and only two were found in more than one family. It looks, then, as if the correlations between grammatical features noticed by previous researchers are actually fossilised coincidences passed down the generations as part of linguistic culture. Nurture, in other words, rather than nature. If Dr Dunn is correct, that leaves Dr Chomsky's ideas in tatters, and raises questions about the very existence of a language organ. You may be sure, though, that the Chomskyan heavy artillery will be making its first ranging shots in reply, even as you read this article. Watch this space for further developments.

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Thursday, 14 April 2011

[The Life of Shaun #431] Taxes and surcharges

We're all getting used to increasing taxes and surcharges for flights, and when I am paying £15 on taxes and charges on my 1p ticket to Belfast, I am fine with their proportion of the ticket price.  But I was particularly aggrieved today; I bought a pair of tickets for Mary and me to go to The Netherlands for my friend Lottie's wedding this Summer and this was the fare breakdown:

Fare excluding taxes : £42.00

Taxes and surcharges : £232.02


85% of the fare is taxes and surcharges!  Outrageous!  But at least I have another trip on the books, so the inner monster is soothed for now.

Thanks for letting me rant.  That is all.

Cheers,
Shaun

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Tuesday, 5 April 2011

[The Life of Shaun #430] Desde Madrid, al Cielo

"After Madrid, there is only Heaven."

This is the mantra of the Spanish capital, and though mine is still "Nach Berlin, gibt es nur den Himmel" (Hmm... doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it?), I understand the dogged attachment of the MadrileΓ±o to his city.  My first visit to the city was quite a surprise, as a close friend had recently sent a scathing review of the city.  My second visit, though limited in scope, supported my taste for Madrid, and this third one has cemented it as my penfavourite European (in the British sense) city.

In my first visit, I was taken aback by how regal felt, how you are unmistakably in a European capital.  And, admittedly, that was mostly through a taxi window and a long walk of shame.  The second visit I delved into inner barrios, but this third was quite more extensive.  Darrin set up a mostly-walking (!) journey for us that he thought I would enjoy: one building to represent each broad period of Madrid architecturally from the 15th to 20th centuries (I did the 21st on my own while Darrin tried in vain to get into the Prado).

Not every bit of the walk was inspiring as is central Madrid, but there was still the essence of the city to be learned around each destination.  But as we did our reverse walk from outer to inner Madrid, we could see how the character of the city changed as it grew and aged, sometimes well-integrated, sometimes not.  We saw some very untouristy things: council flats Madrid style, immigrant neighbourhoods, unimaginative blocks of flats.  But we also saw new buildings tastefully and imaginatively integrated with old, locals enjoying long, slow lunches away from the throngs of central Madrid, and countless squares and random small personable places for people to sit, chat, converse, even if they weren't always picturesque.

I'm also understanding the nightlife a bit better, thanks largely to the help of friends and acquaintances there now, and Madrid is definitely aces in this regard.

Despite all its charms, I did feel a little surge of excitement to alight at King's Cross into the hectic, heterogeneous kaleidoscope that is London, and I am happy to be looking out my window over Crystal Palace in the distance.  I don't have any trips planned for quite a while, and that's OK - it's good to be home.

AdiΓ³s,
Shaun



01 - Madrid's newest terminal is stunning and massive; I took this view of just one part of the luggage return for its cavernousness, but the nuns in passing have stolen the focus.
02 - An example of Madrid's attention to detail and charm, street signs in the centre are art as well as information.
03 - No city should take itself too seriously (Are you reading this Paris?) and metro signs are a good start.
04 - Condo-style cemetery
05 - (One of) the oldest buildings in Madrid, not so lovingly cared for with a high-voltage power line, graffiti and disused prison as its neighbours.
06 - Random riverside park.  In the distance is a very cool footbridge over said river.
07 - Statue and view from the grounds of San Francisco el Grande Basilica.
08 - Came across this building and adorning, deceptive mural; my fuzzy, hung-over head didn't suss out the illusion until after I took a photo.
09 - Another stop along our historic walk, another beautiful cityscape.
10 - Should you ever run out of Jesus dolls, I know just the place.
11 - Modernity creeps in.  I had seen this building (Torres de Colon) in the distance during the taxi ride from the airport on both of my previous trips, but never saw it up close.  When we spied it on our walk, we added it to the itinerary.  It's so very odd - two separate, uneven towers with Palast-style gold windows connected with an art-deco-like, seemingly functionless cap;  it became my favourite building in Madrid.
12 - But classic is never far away.
13 - This is the 20th century centro commercial, with the 21 century one behind it in the distance.
14 - Puerta de Europa, gateway to the new centro commercial.
15 - Torres Blancas.  It beat out Torres de Colon as my favourite building.

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Monday, 28 March 2011

[The Life of Shaun #429] Berlin - Wieder und Immer

Hey all,

Just got back from a lovely weekend in Berlin, this time accompanied by the lovely Darrin, who is visiting from New York.

It was a great weekend, for both Darrin and me - which makes me happy, as am a little posessive with Berlin, and I want others to see why it's so special to me.

Darrin's been before, but nearly twenty years ago (when he was two) as a poor student, so this was mostly a new exploration for him. I showed him some of my favourite bits, and then we went to a few new places (!), took walks (!!) and even went to a pseudo park (!!!) insomuch as the pedestrianised Tempelhof can be called a park. I added a couple of buildings to my list of Berlin favourites.

Some pics are attached, and some more at the link below for those who're interested, but I won't linger on about mein Liebschen.


Next weekend we're off to my second favourite continental city - Madrid.

So in preparation for that: adiΓ³s!

Shaun




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Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Videos from the cruise

Two videos from the cruise:

Dog tag tea dance (how I spent my afternoons):




Plane taking off at Maho Beach (interesting bit starts at 1:30):

[The Life of Shaun #427] Big, Big, Big

I meant to post some pics from my Big Gay Cruise in the week after I got back, but fatigue and jetlag beat out ambition. I am home on this sunny(!) and warm(!!) Tuesday afternoon, so thought I could manage one semi-productive adventure (other than lunch), so I've posted some pics:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=344601&id=713081334&l=a81d3ac13f

(There are more party pics than necessary, but I have some friends who're keen to peek at them.)

Attached are a few of my faves from the bunch.

The cruise was a lot of fun; it reminded me a bit of the March on DC insomuch as it was this bubble of a week where the World was gay. Yes, there was a party every afternoon (The Gays love their tea) and night and early morning and sometimes beyond. But going to breakfast, having a stroll, a tipple or a nibble or a show, everyone was gay/gayphilic. And without sounding too insular, it really is a nice atmosphere when everyone's on the same pink page. When We (capital intentional) go on holiday, We're all in the same mindset - everyone just wants to have a good time, drops the attitude, and doesn't stress. Several staff told us how much more they were enjoying our cruise as we weren't complaining and everyone was smiling and just having fun*.

Still, for me it wasn't such an exceptional experience to justify the price tag again. Maybe that's because I live in London and a hedonistic weekend in Berlin is an hour and £50 away, but I'm not convinced I'd do another one, given holiday and fiscal restraints. If I do, I'll do a smaller boat - 2,500 is certainly enough to pick from, and the smaller cruises are half the price. But excursions like India, South America, the Arab world and Africa have a more pressing claim on my limited travel pounds in the immediate future.

The Big Gay Cruise was followed by three much-needed relaxing and recharging days with Natasha and Chris. It was perfect to see them again, and I really realise how much I miss them.

Next was the Big Apple; it'd be overkill to talk yet more about New York, but I got to see all the people I wanted to (who I miss also), got to eat Taco Bell and Pongsri Thai and saw seeds of my New York's revival below 14th, so all is good on the enchanted isle.

The last Big owes thanks to Alexi: a tour of Big Ben (or more precisely, the Great Westminster Clock Tower). Unfortunately, pics were strictly verboten, but everyone knows what it looks like. It was really quite cool to be feet from the bells as they chimed their hourly tune, and Big Ben as it chimed out twelve hours, to feel the vibrations in the ironworks and hear the harmonics in the reverberations. The clock faces are smaller than I supposed and are lit only by a collection of 80-watt (yes, 80!) bulbs. From the top I was able to see my building, which was a nice reversal of my normal view.

Post-holiday glow is over and am I am back in and enjoying London life. Lots of weekend pleasantries in the upcoming months, including forays to Berlin and Madrid, but mostly within the Circular, so I won't be giving my British passport much of a workout just yet.

Cheers from East London,
Shaun


*As long as the alcohol was flowing - which was always. An acquaintance who worked for a cruise line said the gay cruises go through 1/3rd the amount of food and six times the amount of alcohol as a normal cruise. In addition to all the set bars, they had cocktail waiters and mobile bars everywhere; I don't think we were ever more than a ten second walk from a bottle of vodka.


The Oasis of the Seas, home of the Big Gay Cruise, the world's largest cruise ship

Russ in our room

Me on our balcony, with the beautiful Ft. Lauderdale skyline behind

On gay cruises, people decorate their doors so passers-by know who's inside. This was ours.

One of the daily tea dances

Me at the dog tag dance

Gay cruisers also put up boards to leave and receive messages. Most of ours weren't appropriate for public consumption, but this is one from midweek.

A plane landing at Maho Beach, next to the airport. From Wikipedia: "The short length of the main runway at Princess Juliana International Airport, and its position between a large hill and a beach causes some spectacular approaches. Aviation photographers flock to the airport to capture pictures of large jets just a few metres above sunbathers (who are often blown away by the jet blast if they are standing in its path) on Maho Beach."



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Saturday, 1 January 2011

[The Life of Shaun #425] 2011

2011 started off great in Olde London Towne.  I hope it has/does for all of you as well.

To a good year ahead,
Shaun

Shaun H. Coley
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London, UK

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Tuesday, 23 November 2010

[The Life of Shaun #423] Unholy Trifecta and Crossing Over

So it's been a while since Russ was here for his visit on his return to the Silver State from his stint in Macau. We had a calm, cultural, relaxing time, as always.


First on the list was Manchester, which I have talked plenty about, so will just mention that it's suffering from Glasgow disease and I hope they get stricter on the door.

Second was Berlin: perfect, as always.

Third was our only new city of this adventure, Bucharest. I really knew nothing about it other than it's ex-communist, the first gay pride parade a year or two ago had violent neonazi protesters, and it has the world's second largest building, the Palace of the Parliament.

Bucharest is very odd - it used to model itself as a second Paris (and indeed had very close ties with France, pre-WWII), but much of that grandeur is gone. But neither is it a socialist canvass, such as Sofia. It's a large, pleasant enough, but not very engaging, city. I think I've not written about it because I've found it so hard to be inspired by it either in awe or horror. Perhaps if I knew more history, as in Berlin, it'd've leapt out at me more, but as it was... well, it was*. Pics below.

I can say it's desperately poor - we spoke to several people and they all said the average person earns €200-€250/month. It's cheap, but it ain't that cheap; it must be a truly dismal existence.

But, to something a bit more exciting (to me, at least), my friend Kimb'uh took a video of me at my citizenship ceremony. So, here it is, on 18 October 2010, the very moment I became British: http://mearsfamily.net/share/shauns-citizenship-ceremony.avi

Cheers,
Shaun

*I also think it was a bit of the travel overexposure I've spoken of before. "Bucharest? Oh. It's so...
European."

Full pics at http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=309308&id=713081334&l=cde3676217



The view of the Palace of the Parliament from my hotel room


BucureΘ™ti cityscape


The balcony where Nicolae CeauΘ™escu gave his last speech, assuring the masses everything would be alright. He was apprehended and executed within hours.


Now that's what I want to see when I visit the East! This was the Ministry of Defence, or something similar.


This was another pile that CeauΘ™escu was building at the time of his death. My tourguide called it a mortuary, but I imagine he meant mausoleum.


Outside the Palace, leaning on the French connection


Palace of the Parliament


Palace of the Parliament


The new central shopping area. Tens of thousands of people were uprooted and their homes bulldozed to build the Palace and its new surrounding neighbourhood.


Shaun H. Coley
Shadwell, Tower Hamlets
London, UK

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