The lyrics to Don McLean’s iconic tune America Pie were sold last year for $1.2 million. Shortly after selling the original manuscript McLean made a round of interviews with music journalists who once again sought to unravel the meaning behind the cryptic words to one of the most famous songs in rock and roll history.
In a Washington Post interview Don McLean said this about his song. “It was an indescribable photograph of America that I tried to capture in words and music.”
Most people familiar with the famous tune understand that the song’s powerful line, “The day the music died”, pertains to the day Buddy Holly died at 22 years of age in a plane crash. There is no argument on that point.
The writer mentions the code not being cracked and I responded that it’s very much been cracked. Google Don McLean Tuesday Weld for a start and see where it takes you.…
One of Simon Henderson’s first decisions after taking over last summer as headmaster of Eton College was to move his office out of the labyrinthine, late-medieval centre of the school and into a corporate bunker that has been appended (“insensitively”, as an architectural historian might say) to a Victorian teaching block. Here, in classless, optimistic tones, Henderson lays out a vision of a formerly Olympian institution becoming a mirror of modern society, diversifying its intake so that anyone “from a poor boy at a primary school in the north of England to one from a great fee-paying prep school in the south” can aspire to be educated there (so long as he’s a he, of course), joyfully sharing expertise, teachers and facilities with the state sector – in short, striving “to be relevant and to contribute”.
The clue is in the byline:
The world’s most famous school aspires to become an agent of social change; but, as old boy Christopher de Bellaigue learns when he goes back, it is also an increasingly effective way for the global elite to give its offspring an expensive leg up in life.
There was a doctor I met in Toronto. He had gone to Zaire as a dietitian and saved the life of a dying tribe. He was the first white man they trusted. So, after he saved their lives, he told them about life in the West and they were amazed. They were suspicious of cities and knew very little about civilization. But they believed everything he told them because he was the Great White Father and knew everything.
for a start, as mentioned at Martin Scriblerus, a big turn-off from the get-go is a blogger so enamoured of his own writing that he cuts out the sidebar altogether and places his post in large print, in the middle of the page, adn surrounds it with twinkling stars.
However, let that one go. It certainly opens well:
Every so often a new development in digital hardware or software is heralded as the beginning of artificial intelligence. And every time, I look at it and see a machine – a machine designed to store and manipulate symbols (data) according to a set of rules – that works a little faster and more efficiently than its predecessors. What I don’t see is intelligence. The desk-top on which I am writing this article can’t do anything that the Apple II I used in the 70s couldn’t do.
‘The experimentalists weren’t able to claim that it was a new force,’ Feng said. ‘They simply saw an excess of events that indicated a new particle, but it was not clear to them whether it was a matter particle or a force-carrying particle.’
Let’s look at that again. They weren’t able to determine what the vague thing was, so it looks like a 5th element, eh? I’m not altogether clear why I’m weary too, so that means I’ve discovered the life force itself, does it not?