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[warabola]

Top 5 lore areas of interest?

Oh no this is actually so hard to narrow down. Oh man. How do I even start to put this succinctly.

If I was going to give a real quick and simple answer, trying to avoid anything too specific or abstract:

TL;DR

Death in the extended setting

The unknowable depths of the zee

The workings and implications of advanced skills (and the professions associated with them)

The impact of prolonged exposure to the Neath, and other non-Sol laws on biology/physiology

The history and politics of devils

(...That's still specific and abstract I'm sorry everyone.)

Longer version ft. incoherent rambling and heavy spoilers to follow:

Death: What the fuck is the far shore. Why can't I get a proper answer. If we're eaten by stars if we die where their light touches and eaten by the God Kings if we die under moonlight then what is the far shore and what is eating us over there. Why does the boatman exist. Why is the greatest shame there under the river and what was it. What are the implications of the rivers connected to Death, including the one through the Waswood? Why is there casually an alternative to death and why is it turning into a moth. Who was the Boatman prior to the Naturalist's arc? i'm going to scream.

The Zee: Alright. Fun warabola lore! I had thalassophobia at one point in time, particularly regarding the really deep seas. But I am nothing if not stubborn, and my response to any irrational fear is to try and rationalize it and confront it face on. It's likely not the best response to forcibly expose myself to the things that cause me distress but I was determined to do so and, well. Do nothing in halves. Hyperfixate on your worst nightmares, play Subnautica with an audience that goads you into going deeper even when you're panicking, learn everything you can, and you too could end up microdosing exposure therapy until your wires cross! Subnautica and Sunless Seas are now some of my favourite games. I'm quite obsessed with every new horrifying thing we discover about the zee. I cannot possibly get enough of it. Old Fitz and the diving bell part of Evolution are some of my favourite recent writing in Fallen London.

Advanced Skills/Professions: You might've seen me rambling about the implications of silverers and crooked crosses recently, but the advanced skills really are fascinating. The specific details and mechanics are especially interesting, be it Glasswork (Mind Palaces, the ability of Parabola to influence the waking world via dreams, the ability to travel through time and space as implied by Caduceus, the effects on a human body if the mirror is broken mid-traversing-) or Kataleptic Toxicology (bottling of the most specific and profound emotions, Station VII, Licentiates' capabilities, the fact that you train it/research it by repeatedly dosing yourself to death sdfsfdd). The mind-map I made regarding the connections between different professions and specializations is like the tip of the ranting iceberg.

The impact of prolonged exposure to the Neath etc etc: Who isn't interested in this. What are tomb colonists and frost moths. Why does that happen. What are the specific details regarding how the sun smites us if we step onto the surface. Why does Yearning, Burning happen. What is the effect of time-anachronism and can it be replicated by humans with the Rose Giveth. Answer me, Failbetter.

Devils: I will be honest, this is less about Hell and more about all the other weirdness and politics going on with them, as well as the history regarding Caduceus and how they're like chefs for the stars and Mount Palmerston and the Brazen Brigade and the Iron Republic and the physiology of Grand Devils and their unique language and how they're.... they're really fancy bees. They are so weird and interesting. Tell me more.

#ask games #i cannot even remember when this was from i'm so sorry #i love the deep lore and playing thought experiments regarding the mechanics and implications of these fantastic concepts #i could rant about any of these subjects at the drop of a hat

[carrentalpalmerstonnorth]

Unlocking the Gateway to Adventure: Renting a Car in Palmerston North

Are you planning a trip to Palmerston North and wondering how to make the most of your visit? Look no further than renting a car for your journey. Palmerston North, nestled in the heart of New Zealand's North Island, is a city brimming with cultural attractions, stunning landscapes, and hidden gems waiting to be discovered. Here's why rental a car in Palmerston North is the key to unlocking an unforgettable adventure:

Freedom to Explore: With a rental car at your disposal, you have the freedom to explore Palmerston North and its surrounding areas at your own pace. Whether you want to spend a leisurely day exploring the city's vibrant downtown or venture further afield to discover the region's natural beauty, having your own wheels gives you the flexibility to create your own itinerary.

Convenience and Comfort: Say goodbye to the hassle of navigating public transportation schedules or relying on rideshares. Renting a car allows you to travel in comfort and convenience, with the ability to come and go as you please. No more waiting for buses or dealing with crowded trains – simply hop in your rental car and hit the road whenever you're ready.

Access to Hidden Gems: Palmerston North is surrounded by stunning countryside, picturesque beaches, and charming rural towns just waiting to be explored. With a rental car, you can venture off the beaten path and discover hidden gems that are often missed by tour buses or public transportation. Whether it's a secluded hiking trail, a charming roadside café, or a breathtaking viewpoint, having your own vehicle allows you to uncover the true essence of the region.

Flexibility for Day Trips: Palmerston North serves as the perfect base for day trips to nearby attractions such as the Tararua Range, Manawatu Gorge, or the scenic coastal town of Himatangi Beach. With a rental car, you can easily embark on day trips to these destinations and more, without being constrained by public transportation schedules or tour group itineraries.

Peace of Mind: When you rent a car from a reputable provider, you can enjoy peace of mind knowing that you're traveling in a safe and reliable vehicle. Rental cars are regularly maintained and serviced to ensure your safety on the road, allowing you to focus on enjoying your adventure without worrying about mechanical issues or breakdowns.

In conclusion, renting a car in Palmerston North is the perfect way to enhance your travel experience and unlock the gateway to adventure. With the freedom to explore at your own pace, access to hidden gems, and peace of mind knowing you're traveling in comfort and safety, renting a car opens up a world of possibilities for your Palmerston North getaway. So why wait? Book your rental car today and get ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime!

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Jason Wargent: Founder of ‘BioLumic’ – A Technology to increase crop productivity.

The using of technology and science in the field of agriculture is not new there are already several inventions done and are effectively been used by farmers to increase their yield and profitability. Agriculture contributes majorly to the global economy and for most of the countries in Asia, it provides large employment and a source of income. Agriculture has a vital role in promoting economic growth, environmental sustainability, and the food system. In New Zealand agriculture, fishery, and forestry are high in production and export. The farming sector includes dairy, meat products, and horticulture, in the year 2023 the GDP (gross domestic product) generated from this industry was around 13.9 billion New Zealand dollars.

The largest production of the country is Kiwi fruit which is exported highly and brings more value to the Horticulture sector. The main issue faced in raising crops is the changing climatic condition which reduces the proper growth of plants and hence leads to loss and less productivity. In this article, we are discussing an innovative technology that helps in crop production and a biotech company founded by Jason Wargent called BioLumic. This is used to program plants with light to improve their growth and reduce disease.

Dr. Jason Wargent: Founder & CSO

Jason Wargent is the founder and Chief Science Officer of an agri-tech startup company called BioLumic which was founded in the year 2012. He is the world-leading plant UV photobiologist and has done more than 15 research. He obtained a Doctor of Philosophy (PhD) in the studies of Plant Physiology from Lancaster University. During his PhD course, Jason took part in a program that delivered fundamental scientific and tech-transfer insights for the application of UV photobiology for agronomic gains. He worked as an Associate professor at Massey University, for one of the world’s top 25 agri-science Universities. later he was an entrepreneur in Residence and Professor. As he was more into plants and the agriculture sector he started his experiments by applying the technique of programming plants with light.

About BioLumic

BioLumic is an agriculture company which is located at Palmerston North, that makes use of science and technology to increase the yield along with the profitability of the framer. BioLumic UV-based technology is used to deliver ultraviolet light rays to seeds to trigger the mechanism that is helpful in the growth of the plant this also improves the plant’s performance. The science behind it is to control the seed to gain sustainable grains, seeds have their known growth mechanism and a generic composition where these genes transduce UV signals and regulate the downstream technology. With the help of BioLumic technology, we can introduce the targeted application into a seed before growing it which benefits the crop productivity. 

Different combinations of the UV recipes are created and tested by sowing them, which gives the exact winning combination of the seed. In many cases, fruits and vegetables are initially grown at the nursery and are later transferred to the field or other farmland for harvesting but at BioLumic they apply UV light technology to seedlings that unlock the potential of the plant. Along with the nutritional value the major thigh is the sustainability of crops in different climatic conditions that might occur and also the resistance and tolerance to diseases. BioLumic helps strengthen the roots of crops by the alteration of root architecture and their manipulation of UV morphogenesis will result in an increase of biomass to roots. All these will help in increasing plant nutrients and hence the growth of crops.

They have effective results and growth with crops like cannabis, row crops, and strawberries. Seeds of the cannabis plant are full of untapped genetic potential with which the one-time application of UV light treatment will provide the optimized physical and chemical properties that result in the best growth and yield of these plants. This is also more effective in boosting the growth of strawberries with applied at the young stage. BioLumic with the use of the Light Signal Recipe Platform for different combination-making will provide the best treatment that does not need any chemical application which will also result in the growth and high yield of crops and hence, increase profitability.

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[websthetics]

sunless sea is a bad game actually

like: the worldbuilding- great! mechanics, not too bad!

the fact that you have to completely start over every time you die: I’M IN HELL. I HAVE GONE TO MT. PALMERSTON AND JUMPED DIRECTLY INTO THE CRATER

#like the concept of failure being an important part of the game is interesting #but you have to make it at least a lil bit easier to keep some of what you've built up? #it's just so frustrating #i want to play sunless skies cause i head they fixed that in that game #but it costs too much for me to buy it rn #and i was a fool who didn't buy it last time it was on sale #sunless sea #video games

[lukeskywaker4ever]

King Pedro V 1st Trip (May 28th to September 15th, 1854): England, Part 4

Then he left north to visit Birmingham, Sheffield, Manchester and Liverpool. About these trips, he wrote: “It was a very interesting excursion for me, not only because of the different establishments that I had to visit in these cities, but because of the idea that it gave me of the speed of communication in Great Britain.” The train to Birmingham took just two hours. Once in the city, he was received by the Mayor, the military governor and the Portuguese deputy consul, Mr. Collins. He liked the train station, but found the city “ugly and unpleasant”, noting, however, that it was “very industrious” and had “the happiness of his pauperism being proportionally very small”, which, in his opinion, it stemmed from the ease of getting a job. After a short rest period - D. Pedro insisted that they should not waste “a moment of time” - he went to see the factories that had made the city famous. Surprisingly, none satisfied him. Looking at children, aged six and seven, working in the factories, he wondered about what would be the best way to educate the people: whether learning in the workshop, whether at school. In spite of everything, he was inclined towards the first hypothesis, considering that the second would produce “French mechanics, that is, unbearable beings that serve everything without serving anything.”

On the 27th of June, D. Pedro was leaving for Chatsworth,

the country residence of the Dukes of Devonshire. 

Herds of fallow deer grazed under oaks, the gardens had centuries-old trees, the glass greenhouses were the most beautiful in the universe. After lunch, the duke showed him inside the palace. The prince was astonished with his painting collection, which included the paintings of Titian, Rubens and Rafael. At the end of the day, he summed up what he had seen: “To get an idea of ​​the luxury of the Duke of Devonshire it is necessary to know that this gentleman, not content with having a palace, as perhaps no king has him, and not satisfied with the beautiful conservatory [greenhouse] that has next to the palace, had a glass walkway built in the garden, so as not to catch cold in winter.” After admiringly mentioning the transplanted rocks, the water games erected and the grafted plants, he heatedly defended the right to property.

From Chatsworth went to Sheffield, 

having been impressed when, when he arrived, he saw, in the distance, the cloud of smoke announcing the location. He gave workers "shakehands", moralized about smuggling and ended up criticizing the Portuguese "big shots" who imported everything and anything without paying royalties. After dinner, he left for Manchester where he stayed in the Queen Hotel:

 At dawn, he was awakened by the “noise of the innumerable vehicles that, since 3 am [circulated] through the streets of the city”. The first factory he visited was the cotton spinning of Benjamin Nicholls, the mayor of the city, surrounded by dozens of similar units. After a visit to a company that exported to Africa, he said that, given that Portugal also has colonies, the colonial guidelines would be justified: “We must make Africa one of the emporiums of our trade, promoting, by all possible means, competition to English products, which deprive us of an important income and at the same time establish the English dominance in Africa in a certain way.” In the end, he went to see a brand new prison, built according to the cellular system, copied from Pentoville.

On 29th June he was in Liverpool. At the hotel where he stayed the Adelphi Hotel, 

he met the rich “slave” Manuel Pinto da Fonseca, which bothered him, causing him to try not to meet him again. Then he went to see the docks, customs and warehouses, having been amazed by the movement of ships. The concert hall

left an identical impression, "the largest and best decorated in all of Europe." In the end, he found a way to pass through Wales. Although he liked the harp player he heard at dinner, he considered the music band that welcomed him a horror. The next day, he went to see the two bridges, one suspended 

and the other tubular, 

that connected the island of Anglesey to Wales. He especially admired the latter, built by Stephenson: 

"Our generation leaves a resounding memory in history and humanity will bless the names of Watt, Stephenson, Paxton and Prince Albert." More than the landscape, it was technology that delighted him.

After this foray he returned to London, where the Count of Lavradio was waiting for him at the station. On July 1st, he went horseback riding with his uncle in Hyde Park and, at night, to the English theater, where he watched a play that did not go down in history, after which he said goodbye to members of the royal family and of the Portuguese residing in London. It was 6 am on July 3rd when Mindelo left Woolwich on his way to Belgium. He had spent an entire month in England, the country that would come to occupy the top of his preferences.

On the high seas, he dedicated his free time to praising the combination of the monarchical principle with the democratic and aristocratic principles: “From this extraordinary amalgam of forces that are commonly opposed, and which tend to exorbitant each other, attacking each other, the wonderful social order that is born note in England.” As for the role of the English monarch, here's what he thought: “The king, in England, despite the spread of philosophical ideas, is still a sacred person, who is nothing, when he doesn't want to be and everything when he wants to be. The King, in England, has no direct initiative, so to speak, in the government of the State, but when his actions, his thoughts, his tendencies are in favor of the popular principle of the State, when he stands at the head of the public interests, he takes on extraordinary strength, moral strength that almost divinizes him.” He appreciated the party organization, with two well-defined parties, as well as the press, which seemed free. He noted that England was going through a bad period, due to the maintenance of the two armadas - one on the Black Sea and the other on the Baltic - and the absence of great statesmen: in his opinion, neither Grenville, much Gladstone, much Derby had the chance. stature of Palmerston, Clarendon and Aberdeen. But that did not alter his admiration for this country.

#king pedro v of portugal #grand tour #xix century #portugal #england

[enz-fan]

‘Split Enz On The Road’ story written for ‘Rip It Up’ magazine by lighting director, Raewyn Turner. Circa 1982.

“SPLIT ENZ – ON THE ROAD STORY

Raewyn Turner has been lighting director for Split Enz since 1975. She painted the cover for Frenzy and last year at Dennis Cohn Gallery exhibited drawings in her show entitled ‘On The Road Again’. Raewyn has written for Rip It Up, about behind-the-scenes- staging the 1982 Time And Tide tour of New Zealand.

Six months in a leaky boat and that story nears its end for the second time in two years, as Split Enz round the bend on their last lap of touring, finishing in New Zealand. The past five months have been a variety show, the star hosts mingle with us, briefly, from their conveyer belts, flanked by the extras who are directed to have walk-on and bit parts for the day. The many famed and fabled buildings and cities roll on the big rollers past the car windows, and lots of people pass us, in a hurry, to and fro, people with different accents, different smiles, clothes, lifestyles. While we sit and stand, walk and work, moving from car to aeroplane, airport to motel to theatre, the big rollers roll in the world’s projection room, on to the screens, which are our windows.

Split Enz, the audience, the judge, in the van with the video sensurround windows. The selection committee. In a chartered plane, seated in rows until a kind man appears and opens the exit door, ushering us into another windows room. We sit there, breathing in the muted greens and browns and admiring the blue sky, until we’re told to get out and into another room, where soft musak whispers that life is a breeze. Water flows from taps, milk is instant non-dairy whitener, food is but a phone call and an hour’s wait away, all-night television to lull to sleep, air comes from an air conditioner.

10.00 am on Monday, August 16 in Melbourne, and the band are making a film clip, ‘Never Ceases To Amaze Me’, that Noel has worked out with the director over long phone calls from Darwin. It doesn’t finish until 6.00 pm. Last night at the same time, the band had just come off stage, completing the last date of their Australian tour, an ‘Under-18s’ show in Melbourne.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 17

Melbourne, 7.00 am. Grant Thomas, the tour manager, dutifully makes wake-up calls and in six homes scattered over Melbourne, the entourage is busily preparing and packing to make the flight, leaving at 10.00 am to Auckland. 9.00 am we’re at the airport, tired and grizzly, only to learn that the plane has been delayed for five and a half hours. Back home for some more sleep, while the road crew opt to stay at the airport and busy themselves making badges to display their membership of an exclusive social club – the crew’s very own ‘Split Enz Sports And Social Club’ – crew only.

The same day, 10.30 pm, ‘arrive Auckland and proceed to Hamilton, going by the itinerary. Oops. Noel has left his bag at the airport, so we have to double back. Check into hotel, and the band settle for some sleep while I go down to the Founders Theatre to set up for the first show of the NZ tour. The stage set, which has some technical peculiarities, has to be explained and put up and the special effects projectors babied out of their case and wheeled around. Although the lighting plot was sent over a month in advance, the rigging, cabling and colouring of lamps takes forever on the first set up, so we do all but focus tonight. 6.00 am we call it quits and go back to the hotel for a few hours’ sleep. Laurie Bell, the production manager works on, there are many details to be taken care of before the stage and sound people begin work at 9.00 am.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18

Sound check is early, everyone expecs the first show to be difficult because of the new, unfamiliar NZ equipment – PA, foldback and lights. The Finn elders arrive, Finn cousins playing with the beach balls backstage.

The dressing room is newly painted and most of the band find they have severe headaches the next day. But battle dress donned, they take the stage with enthusiasm and anticipation, because it’s great to be on home soil. The audience is quiet, polite and serious. It’s been a whole year since Split Enz toured NZ and they’re playing new material, working hard. There are a few technical difficulties, but only minor ones. Back to the hotel for some hot chocolate with friends, before retiring.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 19

1.30 pm. Wake up, and Eddie and I go down to the theatre to work on improving our computer programmes (Eddie’s synthesisers are digitally controlled and store many different sounds in computer memories). Computers and synthesisers are relatively new developments and computers, like humans, were not designed for the rigours of the road. Just as Eddie wanders around his hotel, wondering where he is and what he is doing there, these computers become similarly vacant and he is often to be found in a state of panic, trying to reprogramme his sounds minutes before a show. The lighting desk computer is but 120 channels of memories which can be reprogrammed for particular lighting scenes or progressions of lighting changes. However, it too has a habit of becoming vacant, or worse, storing more than its share, which means it could reveal the total lighting show at the press of one memory button.

The sound crew have been working all day, trying ti iron out the creases in last night’s sound.

Ed and Noel go off for a walk into town, looking for water pistols. The Ed Water Pistol Collection has swelled to number 120 over three years.

Soundcheck, dinner – Noel enthuses over the six veges – back to the paintstricken dressing room an hour before the show, to put on the ‘cossies’ (costumes), paint the faces, discuss song lists, tell a few jokes, wet the whistle (or sip a lemonade), do armstretches and leg raises, eat some peanuts or whatever is offering in snacks. The show goes ‘averagely well’ (probably ‘very good’ in another’s words), but we have our own rating system.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 20

6.00 am, get up and drive to Auckland. The car breaks down on the way, but is fixed by a kind mechanic, free of charge. We feel that this could only happen in NZ. The production crew have been waiting outside the Logan Campbell Centre since 8.00 am, but the truck doesn’t arrive till 10. They begin work frantically and irritably, but still able to make light-hearted jokes, and the stage set slowly appears.

Meanwhile, Noel has gone to visit his folks. Tim and Neil arrive in Auckland with theirs, to spend the day together. Nigel, being the most boring (he is aware of the fact) member of the band, has experienced nothing of any interest whatsoever since arriving in NZ, not on this day, except for a sleepy interview with Colin Hogg. Eddie visits his sister and his friend Paul Crowther and they spend the rest of the day babbling about synths.

Backstage in the dressing room the champagne arrives – a greeting from the record company. The band have another of their ‘average’ performances, the crowd was ecstatic but the band are tired. The sound men aren’t feeling happy, so they make plans to spend all day tomorrow on improvements, to further dampen the echoes.

Back to the White Heron, now affectionately known as the Red Herring (no offence meant), for a few drinks with friends in the Carriage Bar. This is the first piece of glamorous living I’ve experienced for about a month or more – other people might call it just having a drink – but it means a lot being able to have the luxury of changing from work clothes to casual and being with friends.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 21

1.30 pm. Wake up and with Noel and Eddie go to Parnell Village where we have breakfast with Noel’s folks, who are in Auckland for both shows. A flying visit to a friend strapped in traction in hospital and it’s on to soundcheck and an early show.

Nigel has spent the day sleeping, jigging and walking, his three favourite pursuits. Neil and Tim are having dinner with their folks at the table over from us. They bribe the resident pianist into playing ‘Feelings’ as an after-dinner tribute to the band. (This song was on the top of the list for singing at the top of one’s voice while bumping along in a van through North America.)

SUNDAY, AUGUST 22

9.00 am. Depart the hotel for the airport, 9.55 flight departs Auckland for Palmerston North, without breakfast.

Tim feels detached from everything, and so opts for the hair-of-the-dog treatment, which will see him through until the end of the performance. The drinks backstage in the dressing room are there to be a starter motor, to kick a tired man into action. It’s an early show again, and it feels good to commence the performance about an hour after soundcheck. It’s still early enough to relax afterwards over dinner and watching TV.

MONDAY, AUGUST 23

10.30 am. Bags are being loaded into five cars, room bills are being paid, and we’re off to Christchurch. It’s a day off, everyone is anticipating what they’ll do, and probably they’ll do nothing. We’ve taken all the back seats in the plane and Ian Magan’s (tour promoter) Air New Zealand voice (fondly remembering “Ladies and gentleman, have you seen this?” on flights to London) booms from three seats away. Tonight he has promised the entourage a free dinner.

Eddie and I miss the free dinner – we’ve been invited to his brother’s house. This is one of the advantages of this job – seeing family and friends in all corners of the world at least once a year – where distance and fares would normally prohibit this. The visits are, however, usually too short and sweet.

The band enthuse over the selection of old cars in ‘perfect condition’ being driven around Christchurch, reeling off the makes as we drive around. Austin, Morris, Zephyr, Vanguard… Tim’s been after a Studebaker and is delighted to hear that people in the entourage have spotted three so far. Back home the Split Enz Club boasts a green FJ Holden (Neil’s), a black Mark II Zephyr (Tim’s), a pink Morris Major Elite 1963 (Eddie’s), a 1950 Black Triumph Renown (Noel’s) and a brown 1954 Fiat station wagon (Nigel’s).

Today Noel went shopping and got the costumes drycleaned. Nigel went for a five-hour walk along the Avon, Neil joined the road crew for a trip to the snow, there they used big plastic rubbish bags for sliding down hills and threw snow at each other.

Tim stayed in and did an interview, then cruised around, went for a walk, I think. Ed, Clark Flannigan (Polygram Records’ man on tour) and I finally got ourselves away from the hotel and went swimming at the QEII pool. It’s the first day of the school holidays and Ed and Clark get swallowed up in the crowds queuing for the hydrotubes. Clark can do 50m overarm in 35 seconds, he tries out the high diving board, but Ed and I only manage the lowest. End of day off.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 24

7.00 am. Get up, shower and down to the Christchurch Town Hall by 8.00 am. It’s a beautiful day, warm with blue, blue skies, the smell of blossom, cold air and woodsmoke, peculiar to NZ.

The stage set is constructed quickly and looks good. I’d anticipated, with sinking stomach feelings, that as far as equipment and organisation of technical details go, the NZ section would be the worst and most difficult of this six-month tour (probably because it has previously been that). However, there have been vast improvements made in the expertise of the hired technical personnel and in the equipment to be found here since we toured last year. It has taken a lot of hard work to elevate it to this level, and although the equipment is different to the systems currently available in Australia, this in no way makes for a compromise situation.

At 10.30 am, I offer to get the food – three dozen donuts, one dozen cream buns, three dozen filled rolls, a bag of apples. We work on until 4.00 pm and soundcheck is at 4.30. After a while, the band drift into playing their oldies, searching for the perfect replacement for ‘Hard Act’, which they’re sick of.

The band are tired. After five months of constant touring and only two weeks off in the period – no weekends – they are finding it hellish to think clearly and with enthusiasm about their shows. They want to try a new set, a different way of playing particular songs, but the energy somehow keeps being channelled the same way. They shone for the Auckland shows and will probably shine for the rest, but they try to break out of their feelings of exhaustion and automatic gear.

Tonight’s performance is once again good, although lacking the fire that the band are striving hard to produce. The audience is enthusiastic. The band and crew and managers return to the hotel bar, where we tell each other jokes until the small hours, winding down for sleep after a long day.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 25

8.00 am. Woken by chainsaws, jackhammers and the noise of concrete being made in a wheelbarrow. These are quite regular occurrences in hotels where we have stayed, so I drift back to sleep. But Eddie has had enough and has decided to move over to the posh hotel, where Tim and Neil have recently moved, to escape the noise. The hotel is twice the price and offers a complimentary morning newspaper, but we prefer the squat NZ motels, having spent too long in high-rise hotels, with Coffee-Mate (powdered non-dairy whitener) for ea milk.

Soundcheck at 4.30, still the search for the perfect song replacement. ‘In The Wars’, ‘Jamboree’, ‘Under The Wheel’ and a few others are fiddled with and discarded.

Tim, Neil, Eddie and I drive off for dinner and discuss our fatigue and the artistic value (or not) of the song produced under pressure of having to be sold by a record company. The issue of touring arises and they talk about giving it up in Australia and NZ for two years, except for the occasional ‘spectacular’ – an alternative that would provide opportunity for lots of ideas to be exercised. Or perhaps they’d like to do a film, taking a year off to make it and write songs, using that period to develop their musical ability as individuals.

Showtime, the crew are lying around on couches drinking coffee and the first band are pounding away. Eddie is in the dressing room playing his other favourite song, ‘Loving You’ by Minnie Ripperton, accompanied by Neil singing. He breaks away into Chopin.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 26

A day off for some, but the three lighting technicians leave Christchurch at 9.00 am and arrive at Invercargill at 7.00 pm. (The truck has a sleep and they take turns at driving.) The rest of the crew fly down at 11.00 am and spend the rest of the day in the hotel’s spa pool. At 8.00 pm, Laurie, Glen (the set and projects man) and three loaders unpack the truck, having first to remove a fleet of five city council vans that were parked across the stage door. Glen gets to work putting up the stage set and is back at the hotel by 11.00 pm.

Tim, Neil, Clark, Eddie and I have made plans to drive to Akaroa for some fish and chips and scenery, but Eddie and I spend until 2.00 pm buying second-hand furniture for future use, by which time Clark isn’t to be found. The free day has just about slipped away. We make rearrangements with the cars and Tim and Neil go to Akaroa. Noel, Eddie and I take a drive that meanders along a peninsula beyond Lyttleton, and we end up driving along a tractor path up a mountainside. The green pastures, trees in blossom, the mountain and valleys, we can’t wait to settle back here and enjoy the countryside. Tim and Neil return with tales of spectacular scenery, quite in awe of the beauty of the countryside. Neil, in surprise, says it’s always so much better than he’s remembered. Of course, all this talk about ‘nature’ crops up in our conversations especially after a few months on the road, staying in orange and purple hotel rooms. At the same time, the touring lifestyle has another advantage – it provides the blinkers and forces a total commitment to work.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 27

9.00 am. Wake up call from Grant, we move quickly and tiredly into the day.

Arrive Invercargill and greeted by an over-officious officer on the sidewalk at the airport. Magan has an argument with him and Neil throws him a coin as we drive away. Later, Magan receives a speeding ticket from the same officer.

Stop off on the way to the hotel, at the art gallery for a typical photo of the band posing next to a huge anchor for the local papers.

I go straight to work. The crew, having become accustomed to the equipment, are working very fast these days and focus is early. The set works well in the Civic Centre, because the tiers of balconies tower over the stage, which is shallow and therefore the sail has a steep incline. I don’t have a good show, getting my fingers jammed in the faders, despite a grand performance by the projector operators, Glen and Keith, who are by now quite skilled.

Noel apparently just about falls backwards off his drums, fatigued and the rest of the band are tired. But there are only 11 more shows to do, so they attack each one with enthusiasm.

After the show, the musos’ club is less than hospitable, hassling the band at the door. Eddie, Tim and Neil leave and end up helping Magan, who is hosting a three-hour radio show.

The road crew have busily packed clean socks for the Saturday soundcheck before heading off to Queenstown in search of the thrillseeker jetboats. Bed.

Part two of this feature will appear in next months ‘R.I.U’.”

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Scots running amok

As loan sharks, drug smugglers, generals and plant hunters, Scots played a central role in expanding the British Empire

The history of the British empire in Asia cannot be told without the Scots. As loan sharks, drug smugglers, diplomats, generals and plant hunters, they played key roles in expanding Britain’s imperial reach. They kept the empire caffeinated via extortionate loans and opium; they smuggled the lucrative and much-coveted Camellia sinensis (tea plant) from China to India; they lent legitimacy to these efforts by planning and leading Britain’s first embassy to China; and, when this failed, they instigated war with China and looted its palaces. In the process, these Scots ensured that increasing numbers of British consumers could enjoy their daily cup of tea with the empire reaping the financial benefits, and increasingly disastrous consequences for China.

Scotland’s long tradition of migration and soldiering, its poverty and uncertain harvests, encouraged many young Scots to set sail for the East Indies. As far back as the Middle Ages, Scots were an unusually outward-looking group, travelling and settling across Europe, from the Netherlands to the Baltic. For centuries, they exported their martial expertise to Irish chiefs, English kings and European monarchs. By the 18th century, civil war and languishing family fortunes, as well as the promise of new ones, added urgency to the exodus of Scots out of north Britain. They left home very young, often as teenagers, to pursue new economic opportunities made possible by the East India Company’s conquests in India and its growing tea trade with China. But many of them, particularly the Highlanders, had few better options available to them in the aftermath of the so-called ’45. Their failed attempt to restore the Scottish Stuart line to the British throne in 1745 resulted in the devastation of local Highland communities by the British army, in addition to a long-term draconian project that restructured and assimilated the Highlands according to English economic, cultural and political norms.

The Scots’ relative poverty when compared with their southern neighbours, the resistance they faced obtaining administrative positions in London, and their experience and willingness to travel beyond the borders of the British Isles meant that Scots in Asia tended to be better educated and often better represented than their English counterparts in a range of professions across the empire, particularly the East India Company’s military. Towards the end of the 18th century, English observers commented, with a parochial dose of hyperbole, that everyone in India was either Scotch or Irish, or that you seldom saw more than five English to 20 Scotch in India; English traders complained about their clannishness, partiality to their own countrymen and national pride.

What these English observers perhaps could not see was that ‘colonisation’ of Britain’s empire by the Scots held the nascent British state together. The fragile and volatile political union of England and Scotland in 1707 was, in fact, reinforced through the efforts of several Scottish patrons in London. With the blessing of Sir Robert Walpole, regarded as Britain’s first prime minister (1721-1742), imperial gate keepers, such as John Drummond of Quarrell, placed their countrymen in various East Indies posts. Because positions in Scotland were insufficient and appointments in London were fiercely guarded by English interests, the East Indies came to serve as an important outlet for patronage and a means of securing Scottish loyalty to the British state. Many Scots got jobs with the British East India Company, as captains and mariners on its vessels, and as civil, military and medical personnel in its settlements. But no matter their particular profession or title, they leveraged these opportunities provided by the imperial machine to dabble in money ventures of their own. By the middle of the 18th century, Scottish interests in Asia had been well-established and their networks deeply entrenched. The most fortunate Scots returned to Britain as wealthy nabobs, infiltrated the directorate of the East India Company, and became some of its principal stockholders. Their successes laid the foundation upon which future generations would build.

During the second half of the 18th century, a numerically small but economically influential group of Scots flocked to China. They set up shop in the port city of Canton, modern-day Guangzhou, where they created an important financial niche for themselves. As Britain’s tea trade with China grew over the course of the 18th century, both the East India Company and the Chinese Hong merchants – tea brokers licensed to trade with foreigners in Canton – found it difficult to finance their respective ends of the tea trade. Their capital supplies (silver coin) could not keep up with the growing demand for tea. Around the same time in India, British conquests in Bengal and Madras brought a great deal of new wealth and opportunity for personal enrichment to the East India Company’s civil and military employees. Robert Clive, who helped to found Britain’s territorial empire in India during the mid-18th century, is perhaps the most infamous nabob, but there were others. With money accumulating in private British hands in India, Scots quickly got to work, tapping into their network of friends, kin and countrymen in India and Southeast Asia to move commodities and capital across the Indian Ocean.

Scottish financiers transmitted the private fortunes of their clients to England via China by depositing their money in the Company’s Canton treasury in exchange for paper bills, which could be cashed in London. The remainder they invested in usurious loans of silver to the Chinese merchants, sometimes above 20 per cent per year. On the one hand, in bringing precious silver to Canton, Scots played a critical role financing commerce between Britain and China. On the other, they created an unstable financial mechanism, which relied upon risky credit relationships. The result, unsurprisingly, was a major financial crisis in the early 1780s. Half of the Hong merchants were ruined; two of them, Yngshaw and Kewshaw, were jailed by the Chinese government and eventually deported to Xinjiang Province. Several of the Scottish brokers also went bankrupt but avoided imprisonment in both China and Britain. In an effort to encourage local authorities to assist them in recovering their money, Scottish brokers and their clients bribed two Royal Navy admirals stationed near Madras to dispatch a warship to Canton in 1779 and 1780. One broker went so far as to confiscate and occupy the warehouses and property of several Chinese merchants with a small private army of Indian soldiers. Six decades before the First Opium War, Scottish brokers and merchants flirted with war in China.

It was not just in the far-flung outposts that these enterprising Scots charted the course of empire. Expatriate Scottish brokers and financiers also communicated frequently with Henry Dundas, an especially important Scot in London. As de facto head of the Board of Control for Indian affairs, Dundas oversaw Britain’s expanding empire in Asia and set in motion the next evolution of the empire’s dealing with China. Under the advice of Scottish brokers, ship captains and his good friend, David Scott – a former private trader who had become a director of the East India Company – Dundas decided to send an embassy to China in 1787, Britain’s first to that empire, to be led by the ambassador Charles Cathcart, another Scot. With the help of Dundas, Scottish traders not only put an embassy to China on Britain’s political agenda but helped to define the embassy’s goals and strategies. Many of their recommendations, most notably for a permanent independent British settlement, a permanent British consul, and a treaty of friendship, found clear expression in the government’s official instructions to the ambassador, sometimes verbatim. Working with Dundas, Scottish traders found a sympathetic and energetic partner whose imperial vision aligned with their quest for private profit, free trade and greater opportunity in Asia.

Britain’s first embassy to China foundered on the two respective government’s conflicting understandings and traditions of diplomatic engagement, as did a second embassy in 1816. Afterwards, the Scots, in particular William Jardine and James Matheson, the doyens of opium smuggling, pushed for war with China. Like their 18th-century predecessors, Jardine and Matheson financed Britain’s lucrative tea trade in Canton by moving their clients’ money from India to China. Instead of transferring these fortunes through a variety of legal Indian and Southeast Asian commodities, namely cotton, pepper, wood, tin and saltpetre, as had been done in the past, the Scottish traders relied increasingly on a contraband product: Indian opium. In defiance of the laws of China they, along with private traders of different nationalities including Americans and Indian Parsis, smuggled tens of thousands of chests of opium into China each year during the first half of the 19th century. In the late 1830s, the Chinese government finally committed itself to enforcing its laws against opium import. They dispatched the former governor of Hunan and Hubei, Lin Zexu, to Canton who confiscated 20,000 chests of opium from private smugglers. Jardine and Matheson responded by using Matheson’s newspaper, the Canton Register, to agitate for war and pressured the foreign secretary Lord Palmerston with letters and petitions. Jardine even returned to London and met with Palmerston to press the case for military intervention in China.

Jardine and Matheson ultimately got their war. But, interestingly, the Treaty of Nanjing that ended the First Anglo-Chinese War (1839-42) – or the First Opium War as it was called by its critics in Britain – never mentioned the substance that had sparked the conflict. The legality of the opium trade remained unaddressed until 1856 when the British government used an obvious pretext – the boarding and arrest by Qing officials of the British-flagged Chinese smuggling ship, the Arrow – to declare war on China and negotiate more favourable commercial terms from the Chinese government. The Second Opium War (1856-60) and the signing of the Treaty of Tianjin opened China’s borders to two foreign ‘opiates of the masses’: opium and Christianity, by forcing the Chinese government to allow Indian opium and Protestant missionaries to enter China legally.

It was a Scottish general, James Bruce, the 8th Earl of Elgin, who was sent to China to fight the Qing government in the Second Opium War. His brother, Frederick Bruce, was appointed in 1858 to be Britain’s first residential minister in Beijing. Their father, Thomas Bruce, the 7th Earl of Elgin, is perhaps best-known for removing half of the Parthenon’s surviving marble sculptures from Ottoman-controlled Greece and then selling them to the British government in the early 19th century. Looting might have run in the family, for in 1860 Lord Elgin, the younger, ordered the sack and plunder of the Chinese emperor’s summer palace (Yuanmingyuan) outside Beijing. The act came in retaliation for the torture and murder of 15 members of Elgin’s negotiating party, including 10 Sikhs and one ‘embedded’ British journalist. Many of the items stolen by British soldiers from the Old Summer Palace, including a British-made stage coach, English howitzer guns and various astronomical instruments, had been given to the Chinese emperor as tokens of peace and friendship during Britain’s first diplomatic mission to China almost 70 years earlier. Some of these and other items may have ended up in the British Museum, along with the Elgin marbles.

Between the two Opium Wars, another Scot, Robert Fortune, was making his own mark on the history of the British empire and China. A botanist turned plant hunter, Fortune was sent to China on a secret mission by the East India Company. The aim was to free Britain from its commercial dependence on China. In 1848 and again in 1849, Fortune travelled in full disguise, including the traditional Qing dynasty hairstyle with a shaved hairline and long braid, deep into the countryside of Zhejiang, Anhui and Fujian provinces. He was searching for the finest tea plants in China. Having acquired thousands of specimens and seeds, he shipped them all, carefully packed in airtight glass cases, from Hong Kong to the East India Company’s Botanical Gardens in Calcutta. From there, they went further, to the Company’s gardens in the Himalayas. Fortune also arranged for Chinese tea growers and artisans to follow these seeds to India and work on the new tea plantations in Assam. In 1865, only 3 per cent of the tea consumed in the United Kingdom came from India; just over 20 years later, it claimed 41 per cent of the market, and Scottish planters cultivated most of it. This was import substitution on a massive scale. The seeds sewn through the botanical espionage of this Scot with a green thumb helped to launch Britain’s tea industry in India and establish commercial independence from China.

By facilitating global capitalism, through fair means and foul, and expanding Britain’s imperial reach, strategically placed Scots left their mark on the histories of Britain and China. Scots played an outsized role in the intertwined trades of tea and opium, giving rise to social, economic and cultural developments that changed the macro relationship between Britain and China as well as everyday cultural practices and patterns of sociability. By the middle of the 18th century, tea drinkers up and down the social ladder and across the British Isles and its American colonies could be found sitting around the table sipping their breakfast and afternoon infusions from Chinese porcelain cups. These remarkable cultural transformations came with profound economic effects. Widespread tea consumption brought vital revenues to the East India Company and the British state, while import substitution in British India stimulated the growth of new British agro-industries in the 19th century. Tea consumption in Britain also had profound implications for its Atlantic empire. When British consumers began sweetening their Chinese tea with Caribbean sugar, these two commodities, one from the East Indies, the other from the West, reinforced one another. The result was new fuel for the industrial revolution. In addition to coal, sugary tea made the revolution possible by helping British workers endure inhumanely long shifts in the textile factories of the industrial North.

Tea consumption in Britain paralleled opium consumption in China. Scots realised that it took one addictive substance to finance another. The historians Frank Dikötter, Lars Laamann and Xun Zhou have recently questioned the addictiveness of opium and its destructiveness to the Chinese state, society and economy. But there is no question that the wars fought over the drug led to hundreds of thousands of deaths in China and have had profound effects on modern Chinese politics. Not because the wars were particularly transformative at the time – only with the Sino-Japanese war of 1894-5 did it become painfully clear to many that the Qing dynasty would not survive – but rather because for almost a century the Communist Party has been using the Opium Wars to justify its power. In the Communist telling, the Opium Wars were a turning-point in Chinese history, when Scottish capitalist imperialists, such as Jardine and Matheson, poisoned China with a noxious drug and the Communists emerged to save China. This narrative of Chinese humiliation at the hands of British opium smugglers is still powerful: in 2010, when the then UK prime minister David Cameron and his delegation to China wore their Remembrance Day poppies (the flower from which opium is made) on their lapels, Chinese officials requested that they remove them. Cameron, who coincidentally is Scottish on his father’s side, refused.

Jessica Hanser is assistant professor of history at Yale-NUS College in Singapore.  She works on the British empire in early modern maritime Asia and her  book, Mr Smith Goes to China: Three Scots in the Making of Britain’s Global Empire, is forthcoming in August 2019.

https://aeon.co/essays/from-tea-to-opium-how-the-scots-left-their-mark-on-china

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An old classmate and friend of mine committed suicide this morning. I just found out.  Robert and I became friends in middle school. We had a lot in common. We both loved watching horror movies and had a very similar and distinctive view on things. The downside to being his friend was the fact he suffered from an unknown anxiety disorder. His life was plagued with agoraphobia and random panic attacks. He was one of the smartest people I knew. Unfortunately, he was slightly maladjusted. Having poor social skills and a weak personality made him the perfect target for bullies. Being associated with him made me one too. Difference is: when he took the harassment, the slurs and the beatings, I actually stood up for myself.  It took me a while to figure him out. The first time I ever spoke to him, he had difficulty making eye contact or maintaining a simple conversation. He spoke in a static and robotic kind of way, and had the tendency to miss obvious social cues. He was also never able to read basic body language which made it hard for me to bond with him. I remember he rarely showed emotion and if he did, it was very brief. If he felt happiness or got excited about something, he couldn’t keep it up. His journal was where he found confidence and comfort because he could express himself fully without being judged or made fun of. He never confided in me although I was there for him whenever he needed me to.  One day, I got fed up because something was bothering him and he wouldn’t tell me what it was, so I broke into his locker to get a hold of his journal and read through it. Robert’s diary reamed with disturbing thoughts, and its content screamed depressive. He wanted to die, but was too scared to kill himself. He was angry, mostly at himself. He blamed himself for his misfortunes and weaknesses. In one entry dating to two years prior, he described in great detail sitting at the dining room table with his family photo right in front him, and shooting himself, deliberately splattering the insides of his brain all over it. I continued reading and finally made it to the big reveal: Lance, one of the school jocks, and his sidekick, Gaspard (who used to be my best friend until he became super obnoxious) had been severely harassing him for months.  The following week, Robert showed up with a bruised face. I made him tell me what happened, and it took him almost a minute to spit out a single sentence. Lance and Caspar followed him the previous day, as he made his way home from school. They cornered him and punched him several times. I made him report the incident to Mr. Schröder but he wouldn’t which infuriated me because knowing those two lunatics, there was no doubt they would do it again and again to satisfy their sadistic nature. Both Lance and Gaspard had a reputation for being bullies at school, though, which made them susceptible to being thrown out at any moment if they committed something bad. I decided to take charge and get them expelled and put an end to the chronic bullying. I created a really dramatic situation where I was the victim: A frame-up. The following week, I missed my bus home to cause some suspicion. I went to a nearby wooded area, walked over to a pine tree and pulled a tree branch until it broke. I scratched my forearms until they bled before slamming my forehead against the trunk of a tree, doing it enough times to create a serious injury. It was the first time I used self-harm as a mean to plot revenge and implicate an individual, in this case, two, in a crime.  My experience with self-harm is quite an interesting one. It all started by accident. I was shaving one day when I nicked my neck and watched the blood spread down. I had injured myself plenty of times before, but never really gave it much attention. Instead, I just focused on stopping the bleeding which is what anyone would normally do. Not that day, though. There was something entrancing about seeing the blood pour out, fresh and clean, giving me relief. I thought it would be a singular experience, but it wasn’t. It was a sign my life would soon begin to crash in as my dabbling with different techniques of self-harm increased. Unlike many who enjoyed cutting, I was more into bruising myself since the pain usually came from within, lasted longer and eventually faded away. I would bruise parts of my body that were usually concealed by clothing since I didn’t want to attract any attention and thoroughly enjoyed hurting in public, usually at school. I’d be around friends and they wouldn’t suspect a thing. I found that exciting. It put my emotional state more into perspective. Self-harm became a coping mechanism, and I made sure I practiced it privately. It was my way to externalize my internal sense of chaos, often eager to be outwardly manifested.  The next morning, my parents called the school and spoke with Mr. Schröder. They explained to him what happened, and I was told to do the same when I got there, dragging Robert with me to support my story and make it more plausible. Lance and Gaspard were totally stunned and blindsided by my story they didn’t even know where to start to defend themselves. It was my word against theirs, and due to their awfully bad reputation, it was hard, if not impossible, for them to back up their claim of innocence. Since they rarely returned home from school, they had no alibi. Even if they hung out with friends, those usually fell in their same type of group, one that consisted of deviant, untrustworthy kids. That afternoon, my parents, Robert’s parents as well as both Lance and Gaspard's met up in the principal’s office to discuss the serious matter. Since they had both broken school rules countless times before and prevented a lot of students from a safe school environment, the board agreed that the final straw had finally come, and they were both expelled. After that, I expected them to come after me, but they didn’t. There’s something about my vibe and how I came across to people that screamed, “Don’t mess with me.” I always found that extremely empowering. I wish I could say the same about Robert. His suicide made the news. The whole town of Freiburg is talking about him, and school liability regarding bullying was heavily brought up in conversations with psychologists and sociologists, urging parents and school faculties to be vigilant to any signs of bullying. As the story regarding Robert’s death got more and more publicity, details leading up to his suicide started coming out thanks to his journal. Just when I thought Lance and Gaspard were gone for good, somehow they managed to stay in the picture. After they’ve been expelled, they got in close contact with Rebecca, a pretty girl who went to Palmerston and who Robert secretly admired, and persuaded her to write Robert fake love letters and then convince him to meet her outside a bowling place, where Lance, Gaspard and some other guys were waiting for him. They put him in Gaspard's car, drove him to the middle of nowhere, beat him senselessly and dumped him. Both my departure and Rebecca’s mean trick caused irreparable damage and a serious upheaval that sent him into a deep depression that even counseling couldn’t help him overcome.  I didn’t know the separation I’ve caused affected him so deeply although he did reach out to me asking if he could see me again (reconnecting was his therapist’s idea), and I selfishly declined because I wanted him to rely on himself instead of making me his only hope to feel better. I’ve protected him for years, and thought that he’d eventually develop a tough skin. Obviously, he didn’t. And I don’t know whether I’m to blame or not. There’s no point in thinking about it anymore. He’s no longer here.