The third part of the conference proceedings involved two nights in the nearby city of Wuxi, which I had visited only several days prior on holiday. Staying at the rather impressive Juna Hubin Hotel, a morning was spent at an industrial park, specifically for electric scooters and bikes of various makes and models, which are widespread throughout the major cities. I was particularly impressed by one which had the capacity for self-driving! I can imagine a future where we'll simply zip around in a self-driving easychair with a coffee and book whilst our vehicle takes us to our destination. After that was a visit to a precision textiles company, which, whilst being the manufacturing centre for some major name brands, didn't quite interest me at the same level. In the afternoon, we finished our conference with a very enjoyable visit to Wuxi's Huishan Old Town and gardens.
With a car deciding to merge into our bus the previous day (our bus was scratched, the car lost three panels), it made narrative sense that, following a return to Nanjing, that the airline company cancelled my flight from to Guangzhou, and then couldn't find my initial booking when arranging a replacement. When I was finally booked on a late-night plane, we found ourselves stuck on the tarmac due to inclement weather. Never mind, everything sorted itself out and I finally made it in their air with a three-hour layover at Guangzhou airport in the middle of the night, before taking the nine-hour flight back to Melbourne town.
I took this window of opportunity to finish the final written requirements for the second course in my doctoral studies (I still find doctoral coursework strange at best). This was a major project on a public debate in New Zealand between two opposing views in climate science, with my former professor and IPCC lead author, James Renwick, debating a soil scientist and AGW "sceptic", Doug Edmeades. Whilst trying to be as charitable as possible, Edmeades engages in extremely sloppy cherry-picking of data and shows a profound lack of understanding of even the basics of climate physics. It is so bad that I am tempted to suggest that he is engaging in malice rather than ignorance, as it seems perplexing that one could complete a scientific doctorate whilst being at odds with scientific methodology. I think I will be writing to him to find out why.
Current Mood:tired
Current Location:The Rookery
Current Music:Erik Satie, IInce Upon a Time In Paris (compilation)
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In labor history, the Homestead Strike of 1892, in which steel magnate Andrew Carnegie broke the Amalgamated Association of Iron and Steel Workers (AAISW), is recalled as a terrible defeat for organized labor. But historian Elaine S. Frantz suggests a different way of looking at the event: as a moment when workers prevented the United States from developing the kind of powerful paramilitary organizations that have been central to the suppression of people’s movements in other parts of the Americas.
By the 1890s, the Pinkerton Detective Agency had been building its reputation for strikebreaking for two decades. Frantz suggests that it was well on its way to becoming “the paramilitary equivalent to Standard Oil or Carnegie Steel.”
The Pinkertons’ success wasn’t only a matter of muscle and spycraft but also an ideological project. Americans idealized a vision of hardworking, respectable men who formed the backbone of the nation, and the agency’s founder, Allan Pinkerton, worked to turn those associations to his advantage. In sixteen popular books, he depicted strikers as dishonest, irrational, rootless radicals pitted against sober, manly detectives.
Frantz writes that Homestead was a perfect counter to the Pinkertons’ self-mythologizing. Both the company and the workers idealized the town as a modern community of respectable workers where immigrants and native-born men worked side by side. Local officials, newspaper editors, and religious leaders viewed themselves as part of a community of workers and often emphasized their own backgrounds in industrial labor.
When Carnegie decided to break the Homestead union, locking out workers who refused a bad contract, the local police declined to side with the company against the workers.
And so, Frantz writes, on July 6, 1892, the company brought three hundred Pinkertons in on two river barges. Strikers immediately attacked, resulting in a gun battle and the surrender of the Pinkertons within hours. Six days later, Pennsylvania Governor Robert E. Pattison sent in the state militia to break the strike.
In the early 20th century, labor unrest and strike breaking were done not by the government, by private agencies and self-appointed vigilantes.
But, in the meantime, the national press descended on Homestead. And the town used the opportunity to speak out against the Pinkertons. Importantly, this message came not just from the steelworkers but also from religious and political leaders—and even the local sheriff. The resulting narrative portrayed the workers as respectable, sober, disciplined homeowners and family men, while the Pinkertons became an external, extralegal threat.
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“If Homestead workers were model republican citizens defending their property rights, the use of Pinkertons posed a threat to all US residents,” Frantz writes.
In the year after Homestead, ten states banned private police, nearly doubling the number of states with such a law. And a federal law introduced following the strike banned the hiring of Pinkertons or similar agents by the US government or Washington, DC. The Pinkertons retreated from strikebreaking to focus on security and investigation, and formalized paramilitary forces never gained the kind of foothold in the US that they did elsewhere in the hemisphere.
Watched this on YouTube as part of my Albert Finney binge. Finney plays Alfie Byrne, bus-conductor and enthusiastic fan of Oscar Wilde, who is determined to stage Salome with a cast mainly assembled from the regulars in his route. When he casts pretty new passenger Adele (Tara Fitzgerald) as princess Salome, everyone assumes he’s got a crush on her; but it’s his driver Robbie he’s pining for (quite understandably— Robbie’s played by Rufus Sewell). Also, it’s 1963.
The actors all have the usual problem in a movie about amateur theatre, which is figuring out just how well or how badly their characters should deliver their lines in the scenes where they’re rehearsing. I did end up thinking that this church-hall production of Salome has some awfully good sets, given what they have to work with—but I’ve seen that happen in real life. There’s a gag midway through about the shop sending them the wrong costumes, but later we see the wardrobe mistress working at a sewing machine and I think we saw her running about earlier with a sequinned gown. Maybe we’re meant to assume hiring costumes was a stop-gap measure that didn’t work out.
The movie’s own wardrobe people did pretty well on the early-‘60s costumes—I think a few of the hairstyles were softened from what you see in photos of the time, but that usually happens. The extras in what you eventually realize is the local gay bar, where Alfie tries lurking nervously and later tries cruising with disastrous results, wear pretty standard menswear for the era and signal subtly. When Alfie swans in cosplaying Wilde, it does not go well. Our protagonist is almost more asexual/homoromantic than anything else, but it’s hard to tell how much of that is innate, and how much is the result of nothing all these years but his collection of Wilde to advise him. None of the other characters seem to suspect his homosexuality until the third act, but all of them comment on his naïveté.
”He’s a great sinner.” ”He’s a terrible director, but I’m stayin’.”
Curious as to how it would hit if you weren’t familiar with the life and works of Oscar Wilde, because some of the allusions were spelt out but some (Alfie referring to Robbie as “Bosie”, looking up at the stars after getting mugged, his defiant speech to the bus inspector that’s taken straight from the transcript of one of Wilde’s trials) weren’t. Not complaining, I think they work better if the script doesn’t hit you over the head (with this, anyway—the villains are not exactly written subtly, though they’re played with flair, especially by Michael Gambon).
The second part of my visit to Nanjing was now more formally part of the Jiangsu People-to-People Conference. Whilst other conference attendees made their way to the truly impressive Nanjing City Wall and Zhonghua Gate I went to Zhongshan Mountain Park instead, as I visited the Wall the night before on my back to the hotel from the Confucian temple and academy area of Fuzi Miao. The evening visit was helped by meeting two young mechanical engineering students from Yunnan province, extra-memorable as we almost managed to get ourselves stuck on the wall's confines as we travelled so far engaging in excellent conversation on China, Australia, and scholarship.
The practical upshot was that I had a morning spare, and the visit to the Zhongshan Mountain Park was glorious in its beauty. There are several notable attractions at the Park, all of which are deserving a visit, but I had a particular priority to pay homage and go to the Mausoleum of Dr. Sun Yat-Sen, "father of modern China", first president of the Republic. Sun Yat-Sen was a practical revolutionary and a highly nuanced political, economic, and national theorist whose views, drawing on liberalism, socialism, and anarchism, have certainly been extremely influential on my own. The grounds of the Mausoleum, buried according to his wishes, provides an astounding view of Nanjing.
After our hosts provided a banquet lunch (which would be followed by a banquet dinner, and then another banquet dinner the following day), I rejoined the international guests for a visit to the Grand Baoen Museum Buddhist Temple. The museum part included a good number of relics and in situ archaeological digs, along with some delightful modern artworks. The reconstructed pagoda temple is an attraction in its own right, but it is difficult to capture the original porcelain beauty that captured the imagination of so many visitors; alas, it was destroyed in the Taiping Revolution.
The following day was a more formal part of the conference. Moderated by the vice-governor of Jiangsu Province, Fang Wei, an excellent opening speech was given by the governor, Xu Kunlin, and was followed by a variety of former politicians and ambassadors from around the world, because that's the sort of people I sometimes run with. There were over 40 countries represented by some 145 attendees, with 17 international speakers, including yours truly. I spoke about the history of the Australia-China Friendship Society, our work in building cultural ties and understanding, and the formal relationship that the state of Victoria has with Jiangsu Province. It was particularly notable that some speakers made a point of China's commitment to "green technology"; despite being the world's biggest manufacturer, and producer of greenhouse gases, China already has falling GHG emissions, along with massive implementation of renewable technologies, forestration, and electric vehicles. We could certainly learn from them.
I hit Price Chopper, the Pharmacy and the Bakery while I was downtown. I stopped at the library on the way home to pick up a book. I made spaghetti sauce for supper when I got home. I did a load of laundry, the usual amount of hand-washing dishes, and scooped kitty litter.
For fun stuff I watched the current ep of Resident Alien and some HGTV programs, read some more Lily Adler, and sent more messages to mom. I also wrote ~550 words on a new fic.
Temps started out at 55.0(F) and reached 61.2. It was originally supposed to rain all day, but the forecast showed that the percentage was going to drop to very low after 9am, though we weren’t going to have any sun. And that’s sort of what happened; there were still sprinkles, but not a soaking rain. Still it was very chilly.
Mom Update:
Mom had been moved to the SCU when my sister, A, arrived this morning. She’s talkative and actually ‘eating’ her lunch (beef broth and Italian ice – still on liquid diet). My sister said she’s much more herself today, which is great news! She’s getting a roommate, which is not good news as we were hoping for a private room, but what can you do. They didn’t get her up to walk at all, so that must’ve been PT coming around yesterday, not just the nurse. It’s ridiculous that the patients get zero PT on the weekend. Seems like they'd lose some of the progress they made.
I am sorry for the long break I had to take but I am now back and bringing the next chapter to you. Please enjoy! And like always, thank you for reading. It means a lot to me. ♥
Title: I could just breathe you in Fandom: Mars Red Ship: Nakajima Misaki/Shirase Aoi Prompt: #53 Haunt Rating: T Scope/Length: 781 words Warnings: None Notes: Title from the song Dark Beach by Pastel Ghost. Post-canon. Summary: Aoi goes back to the theatre expecting to conduct an interview. Instead, she meets someone who is very much dead.
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "cape(d)" square in my 5-1-24 card for the Superhero Bingo fest. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "lavender" square in my 2-1-24 card for the Valentines Bingo fest. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
A couple of random fic recs while I remember them!
into fire and into ice by FroyoBoyo (Strangers from Hell, Jongwoo/Moonjo, 5.7K, E) A sex pollen fic. It was hot, and it fit my mental characterisation for the characters, so a rec from me!
The current state of me fannishly is ‘frantically trying to finish editing my Squid Game fic before season 3 comes out’ and by ‘frantically trying to finish’ I largely mean ‘procrastinating on’. I still have time! Barely!
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the Earth Day square in my 3-1-23 card for the March Is... fest. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
The Diplomat: more cynical than The West Wing, but still believing in the basic drive of people to actually work for what they see as their couintry's benefit in addition to themselves. Neither universe would allow for the poisonous cesspit currently governing not just the US.
Does anyone know where referring to diamonds dismissively as "the most boring form of carbon" is from? We picked it up somewhere (movie, tv, or book), and now we can't even remember if it was an ordinary character being geeky and pedantic, or a supernatural being eye-rolling at a human.
It could even have been Douglas Adams, except then I'm pretty sure a) I'd be able to identify it, and/or b) it would come up in an internet search.