Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Grail Diary of Dr. Jones part II


The Grail Diary of Dr. Jones Part I


Thursday, July 8, 2010

Book Review: No Dig, No Fly, No Go: How Maps Restrict and Control.

Mark S. Monmonier. No Dig, No Fly, No Go: How Maps Restrict and Control. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2010. xiii + 242 pp. $65.00 (cloth), ISBN 978-0-226-53467-1; $18.00 (paper), ISBN 978-0-226-53468-8.
Reviewed by Richard Harris (University of Bristol)
Published on H-HistGeog (July, 2010)
Commissioned by Robert J. Mayhew

Maps: Restricting and Enabling
 
Had this book arrived without its cover, the author would have remained obvious. This is a Mark Monmonier text through and through: well written, engaging, mildly provocative, quirky at times, lavishly illustrated (albeit in black and white) and underpinned by a dry but generous sense of humor. It is full of interesting examples of how maps are used to naturalize claims to territory and then to restrict access.

As it happens my copy came fully intact with the blurb describing it as “a worthy successor to his critically acclaimed How to Lie with Maps.” Well, yes, it is a successor and its predecessor has been critically acclaimed (rightly so). There is also a return to previous themes, most notably an expanded discussion of gerrymandering boundaries for political gain (with the passing note that its namesake, Governor Elbridge Gerry, has been somewhat unfairly associated with the process).

However, as Monmonier himself writes, the new book is better understood as the fourth in a series of short cartographic histories exploring the evolution and impact of a map symbol or feature. The first, Rhumb Lines and Map Wars (2004) is about grid lines. From Square Tit to Whorehouse Meadow (2006) is about standardized place and feature names. Coast Lines (2008) is about how mapmakers frame the world and chart environmental change. In his new book Monmonier turns to “prohibitive cartography”--how cartography works as a mapping tool, leading to “our unconscious acceptance of cartographic boundaries of all types as natural, beneficial, and worth obeying” (p. xii).

The key point is that boundaries matter. They delimit and (literally) ground a claim to territorial possession. By doing so they shout to would-be trespassers, “keep out!” This is true at multiple scales.

Monmonier begins by looking at property properties, how they have been surveyed and marked, and the challenges of recovering a boundary described by historical landmarks. A discussion of frontier lands shows how large tracts of the United States were carved into apparently regular grids but ones that converge towards the North Pole. Hence the phenomenon of otherwise long and straight roads having occasional and seemingly inexplicably bends: they are due to the offset of land boundaries, correcting for converging meridians.

Turning to geopolitics, Monmonier considers the construction of physical barriers such as the Israeli security fence around the West Bank, the creation of national boundaries based on ethno-cultural and economic criteria of “self-determination” after World War I, and present-day territorial boundaries claimed by “absentee landlords” (Monmonier’s phrase). An example of the third is in Antarctica where neat but not undisputed boundaries divide the polar pie into national slices, the boundaries of which extend out and are defined by conveniently located coastal positions, islands, and landmarks on other continents.

Even more natural boundaries are scrutinized for the false sense of obviousness they attempt to bestow. Water rights are particularly problematic. Who, for example, owns the land that is eroded from one shore and deposited on another? And what if that changing landscape also happens to define a nation’s boundary? How about maritime boundaries? It’s all very well to say they extend a certain distance from the shoreline but coastlines are fractal so what is the appropriate level of generalization to apply to the map before making the measurement? Then there are the complications of estuaries, submerged land, continental shelves, and offshore islands. The use of cartography to defend, define, and contest territorial claims is fascinating, as are the legal-cum-moral asides: does an island nation retain its claim to maritime waters if it is submerged by rising sea levels due to climate change? It’s less of a moot discussion for residents of the Maldives.

Whereas some boundaries define ownership, others delimit what can take place within, or what or who should be kept out. Examples including municipal zoning plans that range from micro-managing the architectural and physical appearance of “historic neighborhoods” to controlling the types of commerce and business that may take place within. But not entirely: adult shops have the right to operate somewhere. The dilemma for the city official is where: away from schools and religious buildings, of course, but then all together in a single “adult use district” or dispersed across the region? Or perhaps they could be directed to a corner of the municipality where the only access route is from across the border?

Throughout the book Monmonier eloquently describes a wide range of case studies in a manner that retains but does not the swamp the reader in detail, the uniqueness and, often, outright bizarreness of particular circumstances. At the same time, the studies come together to demonstrate how simple lines on a map belie protracted negotiations, legal complexities, claims and counterclaims, and the ulterior motivations behind the questionable logic that lays claim to territory. It is, perhaps, a little too descriptive. The text lacks a discussion of the power of maps (to cite another book title) to beguile and seduce. How actually do maps work? Do they really restrict or are they simply the end product--the cartographic visualization of prior decisions to restrict and control? Each chapter has only a brief introduction and the end tends to be left hanging. Whilst this leaves readers free to draw their own conclusions, some may want a little more sign-posting about the path the text is taking and what is to be learned along the way.

A second minor criticism I have is that the title frames a generally negative view of how maps operate: no dig, no fly, no go. However, as the book itself makes clear, boundaries are constructed and maps make them visible. That means they can be contested. Perhaps the book might have ended on a more positive note, looking at participatory mapping or so-called (but dubiously named) neogeography, where new technologies and access to data enable the world to be mapped and imagined from multiple points of view.

These are quibbles. The book is excellent and scholarly throughout, well written for anyone who is interested in the importance of maps in society and on the world stage. It should be required reading for all students of geography and is a highly recommended addition to the Monmonier canon.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

THE BLACK DRAGON AND THE RED DRAGON – Turkish Folktale
















The following very elaborate narrative elaborates on the workings of supernatural
beings ranging from dragons to jinn (called here peris, dews,
and even Arabs). In keeping with many Asian traditions, the dragons of
this tale are benign, providing helpful advice and magical objects to the
Padishah (emperor). The jinns, however, are the source of misfortune to
both humans and the superhuman characters that populate this tale.


There was once a Padishah who had the misfortune to have all his children
stolen as soon as they reached their seventh year. Grief at this terrible
affliction caused him almost to lose his reason, ‘‘Forty children have
been born to me,’’ said he, ‘‘each seeming more beautiful than the one which
preceded it, so that I never tired of regarding them. O that one at least had been
spared to me! Better that I should have had none than that each should have
caused me so much grief.’’


He brooded continually over the loss of his children, and at length, unable
to endure it longer, he left his palace at night and wandered no one knew
whither. When morning broke he was already a good distance from his capital.
Presently he reached a spring, and was about to take an abdest [Islamic Purification
by washing the hands before prayer] to say the prayer namaz, when he
observed what appeared like a black cloud in the sky, moving towards him.
When it came quite near he saw that it was a flight of forty birds, which,
twittering and cooing, alighted at the spring. Alarmed, the Padishah hid himself.
As they drank at the spring one of the birds said, ‘‘Mother’s milk was never
our kismet [destiny]. We must perforce drink mountain water. Neither father
nor mother care for us.’’


Then said another, ‘‘Even if they think about us, they cannot know where
we are.’’ At these words they flew away.


The Padishah murmured to himself, ‘‘Poor things! Even such small creatures,
it seems, grieve over the absence of their parents.’’


When he had taken his abdest and said his prayers the day had fully dawned
and the nightingales filled the air with their delightful songs. Having traveled
all night, he could not keep his eyes open longer from fatigue, and he fell into a
slumber while his mind was still occupied with thoughts of his lost children. In
a dream he saw a dervish approaching him. The Padishah offered him a place at
his side and made the newcomer the confidante of his sorrow.


Now the dervish knew what had befallen the Padishah’s children, and said,
‘‘My Shah, grieve not; though thou seest not thy children, thy children see thee.
The birds that came to the spring while thou wast praying were thy children.
They were stolen by the peris, and their abode is at a year’s distance from here.
They can, if they will, fly not only here but even into thy palace, but they fear
the peris. When thou departest from here, drink like the doves from the spring,
and Allah will restore to thee thy children.’’

The Padishah woke up from his sleep and, reflecting a little, he remembered
the words of the dervish in his dream, and he decided to bend his steps towards
the spring. What a sight his eyes beheld there! Blood was flowing from the
spring. Alarmed, he wondered whether he were sleeping or waking. Presently
the sun appeared above the horizon and he was convinced it was no dream.
Closing his eyes and repressing his aversion, he drank from the bloody spring as
though it were pure water; then, turning to the right, he hastened on his way.


All at once he saw in the distance what seemed like a great army drawn up
in battle array. Not knowing whether they were enemies or friends, he hesitated
about proceeding, but at length resolved to go forward and take his chance. On
approaching the army he was surprised to find it was composed of dragons of all
sizes, the smallest, however, being as large as a camel. ‘‘Woe is me!’’ he groaned;
‘‘who knows but what I thought a dream was sorcery! What shall I do now? If I
go forward I shall certainly be cut to pieces, and I cannot go back without being
seen.’’ He prayed to Allah for deliverance from this danger which threatened
him.


It happened, however, that these were only newly born dragons, the oldest
being but a few days old. None of them had their eyes open, Thus they were
wandering about blindly, unable to find their home, though keeping together by
instinct.


This discovery was very reassuring for the Padishah, who gave the dragons a
wide berth and so continued his way without molestation


Night came on, and as he wended his way among the mountains the sound
of a terrible howling smote his ears. It was the dragon-mother calling her lost
children. The Padishah was seized with fear as the dragon, seeing him,
exclaimed, ‘‘At last I have thee; my young ones have fared ill at thy hands; thou
shalt not escape—thou who hast slain a thousand of my offspring.’’ The
Padishah answered tremblingly that he had indeed seen the young dragons, but
had done them no harm; not being a hunter, he had no thought of harming anyone.
‘‘If thou speakest the truth,’’ returned the dragon-mother, ‘‘tell me in what
direction my children have gone.’’ The Padishah accordingly explained where
he had seen them, whereupon the old dragon changed him into a tobacco-box,
which she stuck in her girdle. Thus she carried him with her on her search for
the missing young ones, and after a while she found them quite safe and sound.


The dragon-mother drove her children home before her, the Padishah still
as a tobacco-box in her girdle. By and by they came across the four walls of a
fortress standing in the midst of the desert. Taking a whip from her girdle the
dragon struck the walls a mighty blow, on which they fell down and a larger
dragon came forth from the ruins. The walls now destroyed had enclosed a fine
serai, which they entered. The female dragon, having changed the Padishah
again to his original form, took him into one of the apartments of the palace
and thus addressed him, ‘‘Child of men, why camest thou hither? I see thou
hadst no evil intention.’’


When the Padishah had related his story, the dragon observed, ‘‘The matter
can easily be rectified. All thy children are in the Hyacinth Kiosk. The place is
a good distance away, and if thou goest alone thou wilt hardly succeed in reaching
it. After crossing the mountain thou wilt come to a desert where my brother
lives; his children are bigger than mine and know the place well. Go to him,
present my compliments, and ask him to escort thee to the Hyacinth Kiosk.’’
The dragon now took leave of the Padishah, who set off on his journey.


It was a long time ere he had crossed the mountain and come in sight of
the desert. After traversing the latter for some time he saw a serai much larger
than the one he had left. At the gate stood a dragon twice as large as the other,
at a thousand paces distant its eyes seemed to be closed, but from the narrow
opening between the upper and lower lids came a ray of flame sufficient to
scorch any human being that might come within reach of it. When the
Padishah saw this he thought to himself, ‘‘My last hour is surely come.’’ At the
top of his voice he shouted to the dragon his sister’s greeting. Hearing the words
the great beast opened his eyes and as he did so, it seemed as though the whole
region was enveloped in flames. The Padishah, unable to endure the sight, ran
back. To the dragon he seemed no larger than a flea, and consequently not
worth troubling about.


The Padishah returned to the dragon-mother and related his terrifying experience.
Said she, ‘‘I forgot to tell you that I am called the Black Dragon, my
brother, the Red Dragon. Go back and say that the Black Dragon sends greeting.
As my name is known to no one, my brother will recognize that I have sent
you. Then he will turn his back towards you, and you can approach him without
danger; but beware of getting in front of him, or you will become a victim of
the fiery glances of his eyes.’’


Now the Padishah set out to return to the Red Dragon, and when he had
reached the spot he cried with a loud voice, ‘‘Thy sister, the Black Dragon,
sends thee greeting!’’ On this the beast turned his back towards him. Approaching
the dragon, the Padishah made known his wish to go to the Hyacinth Kiosk.
The dragon took a whip from his girdle and smote the earth with it so mightily
that the mountain seemed rent in twain. In a little while the Padishah saw
approaching a rather large dragon, and as he came near he felt the heat that
glowed from his great eyes. This dragon also turned his back toward the
Padishah. ‘‘My son, if thou wouldst enter the Hyacinth Kiosk,’’ said the Red
Dragon, ‘‘cry before thou enterest, ‘The Red Dragon has sent me!’ On this an
Arab will appear: this is the very peri that has robbed thee of thy children.
When he asks what thou wilt, tell him that the great dragon demands possession
of the largest of the stolen children. If he refuses, ask for the smallest. If again
he refuses, tell him the Red Dragon demands himself. Say no more, but return
here in peace.’’


The Padishah now mounted the back of the dragon which the Red Dragon
had summoned and set off. Seeing the Hyacinth Kiosk in the distance the
Padishah shouted, ‘‘Greeting from the Red Dragon!’’ So mighty was the shout
that earth and sky seemed to be shaken. Immediately a swarthy Arab with fan
shaped lips appeared, grasping an enormous club in his hand. Stepping out into
the open air, he inquired what was the matter.


‘‘The Red Dragon,’’ said the Padishah, ‘‘demands the largest of the stolen
children.’’


‘‘The largest is ill,’’ answered the peri.


‘‘Then send the smallest to him,’’ rejoined the Padishah.


‘‘He has gone to fetch water,’’ replied the Arab.


‘‘If that is so,’’ continued the Padishah, ‘‘the Red Dragon demands thyself.’’


‘‘I am going into the kiosk,’’ said the Arab, and disappeared. The Padishah
returned to the Red Dragon, to whom he related how he had fulfilled his
mission.


Meanwhile the Arab came forth, in each hand a great club, wooden shoes
three yards long on his feet, and on his head a cap as high as a minaret.
Seeing him, the Red Dragon said, ‘‘So-ho! My dear Hyacinther; thou hast
the children of this Padishah; be good enough to deliver them up.’’


‘‘I have a request to make,’’ replied the Arab, ‘‘and if the Padishah will grant
it I will gladly give him his children back again. Ten years ago I stole the son of
a certain Padishah, and when he was twelve years old he was stolen away from
me by a Dew-woman named Porsuk. Every day she sends the boy to the spring
for water, gives him an ashcake to eat, and compels him to drink a glass of
human blood. If I can but regain possession of this youth, I desire nothing more,
for never in the whole world have I seen such a handsome lad. This Porsuk has
a son who loves me, and evil has been done me because I will not adopt him in
place of the stolen boy. I am aware that the children of this Padishah are brave
and handsome, and I stole them to mitigate my sufferings. Let him but fulfill my
wish, and I will fulfill thine.’’


Having uttered this speech the Arab went away.


The Red Dragon reflected a little, then spoke as follows, ‘‘My son, fear not.
This Porsuk is not particularly valiant, though skilled in sorcery. She cannot be
vanquished by magic; but it is her custom on one day in the year to work no
magic, therefore on that day she may be overcome. One month must thou wait,
during which I will discover the exact day and inform thee thereof,’’


The Padishah agreeing to this, the Red Dragon dispatched his sons to discover
the precise day on which the Dew worked no magic. As soon as they
returned with the desired information it was duly imparted to the Padishah, with
the additional fact that on that day the Dew always slept. ‘‘When thou arrivest,’’
the Red Dragon counseled the Padishah, ‘‘the youth she retains will come to fetch
water from the spring. Take his cap off his head and set it on thine own: thus he
will be unable to stir from the spot, and thou canst do what thou wilt with him.’’


The Red Dragon then sent for his sons, instructing them to escort the
Padishah to the Porsuk-Dew’s spring, wait there until he had accomplished his
object, and then accompany both back in safety. Arrived at the spring, all hid
themselves until the youth came for water. While he was filling his bottle the
Padishah sprang forth suddenly, whisked off the youth’s cap, set it on his own
head, and instantly disappeared into his hiding-place. The youth looked around,
and seeing no one, could not think what had happened. Then the young dragons
swooped down upon him, captured him, and with the Padishah led him a
prisoner to the Red Dragon.


Striking the earth with his whip, the Red Dragon brought the Hyacinth
Arab on the scene, and as soon as he caught sight of the boy he sprang towards
him, embraced and kissed him, expressing his deep gratitude to the friends who
had restored him.


Now he in his turn clapped his hands and stamped his feet on the ground
and immediately forty birds flew up twittering merrily. Taking a flask from his
girdle, the Arab sprinkled them with the liquid it contained, and lo! The birds
were transformed into forty lovely maidens and handsome youths, who drew up
in line and stood at attention. ‘‘Now, my Shah,’’ said the Arab, ‘‘behold thy
children! Take them and be happy, and pardon me the suffering I have caused
thee.’’


Had anyone begged the Padishah’s costliest treasure at that moment it
would have been given him, so overwhelmed with joy was the monarch at
recovering his children. He freely pardoned the Hyacinth Arab and would even
have rewarded him had there been anything he desired.


The Padishah now bade good-bye to the Red Dragon. At the moment of
parting the Red Dragon pulled out a hair from behind his ear and, giving it to
the Padishah, said:


‘‘Take this, and when in trouble of any sort break it in two and I will hasten
to thy aid.’’


Thus the Padishah and his children set out, and in due course arrived at the
abode of the Black Dragon. She also took a hair from behind her ear and presented
it to the Padishah with the following advice, ‘‘Marry thy children at
once, and if on their wedding day thou wilt fumigate them with this hair, they
will be for ever delivered from the power of the Porsuk-Dew.’’


The Padishah expressed his thanks, bade the Black Dragon a hearty goodbye,
and all proceeded on their way.


During the journey the Padishah entertained his children by relating his
adventures, and then he listened to those of his sons and daughters. Suddenly a
fearful storm arose. None of the party knew what their fate would be, yet all
waited in trembling expectancy. At length one of the maidens exclaimed, ‘‘Dear
father and Shah, I have heard the Arab say that whenever the Porsuk-Dew
passes she is accompanied by a storm such as this. I believe it is she who is now
passing, and no other.’’ Collecting his courage, the Padishah drew forth the hair
of the Red Dragon and broke it in two. The Porsuk Dew at once fell down from
the sky with a crash, and at the same moment the Red Dragon came up swinging
and cracking his whip. The Dew was found to have broken her arms and
smashed her nose, so that she was quite incapable of inflicting further mischief.


The Padishah was exceedingly afraid lest he should lose one of his children
again, but the Red Dragon reassured him. ‘‘Fear not, my Shah,’’ said he; ‘‘take
this whip.’’ The Padishah accepted it, and as he cracked it he felt the sensation
of being lifted into the air.


Descending to earth again, he found himself just outside the gates of his
own capital city. ‘‘Now thou art quite safe,’’ said the Red Dragon as he disappeared.
At sight of the domes and minarets and familiar walls of their birthplace
they all cast themselves on their knees and wept for joy. Since the Padishah had
left his palace continual lamentation and gloom had reigned supreme, and now
all the pashas and beys came out joyfully to meet their returning master and his
children. The Sultana went down the whole line embracing and kissing her
beautiful sons and daughters, and the delighted Padishah ordered seven days and
seven nights of merrymaking in honor of the glad event.


These festivities were scarcely over when wives for the Padishah’s sons and
husbands for his daughters were sought and found, and then commenced forty
days and forty nights of revelry in celebration of the grand wedding.


Unfortunately, on the wedding day the Padishah forgot to fumigate them
all with the Black Dragon’s hair, with the result that as soon as the ceremony
was over rain began to fall in a deluging torrent, and the wind blew so fiercely
that nothing could withstand it. At first the Padishah thought it was merely a
great storm, but later he remembered the Porsuk-Dew, and cried out in his fear.
Hearing the clamor, the inmates of the serai, including the newly wedded princes
and princesses, came in to see what was the matter. The frightened
Padishah gave the Black Dragon’s hair to the Vezir and commanded him to
burn it immediately. No one understood the order, and all thought the
Padishah must have lost his wits; nevertheless his wish was obeyed and the hair
burnt. Immediately a fearful howling was heard in the garden outside, and the
Porsuk-Dew cried with a loud voice, ‘‘Thou hast burnt me, O Padishah! Henceforth
in thy garden shall no blade of grass grow.’’ Next morning it was seen that
every tree and flower in the garden was scorched, as though a conflagration had
raged over the scene.


The Padishah, however, did not allow this loss to trouble him; he had his
children again with him, and that joy eclipsed any ordinary misfortunes that
might befall him. He explained everything to his suite, who could hardly believe
what they heard, it was all so astonishing. No further danger was to be feared,
and thus the Padishah and his family, with their husbands and wives, lived happily
together until their lives’ end.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Elves and the Otherworld


The mythical Irish land of the elves was called Tír na nÓg, or the "land of eternal youth." This mystical place was an island that lay beyond the edges of any known maps, to the west of Ireland. Those who lived there were forever young, healthy, and happy.

Although it was sometimes compared with the Norse afterlife for warriors, Valhalla, Tír na nÓg was not a place where souls went after death. The island was only inhabited by fairies and elves, also called the sid he. In some Irish tales they are associated with the Tuatha Dé Danann--a magical people who lived in Ireland before the ancestors of the modern Irish-who were said to have moved to Tír na nÓg. Only a few mortals had even seen the island and a journey to it would often end unhappily. In one popular tale, a man named Oisin was visited by a fairy from Tír na nÓg, whose name was Niamh. She took him back to her island where they lived for three years and had two children. However, when Oisin became homesick for Ireland, he learned that only three years bad passed for him in Tír na nÓg, but 300 years had gone by at home. His family and friends were long dead.




Jason and the Argonauts



Historians have long wondered about the origin of the golden fleece myth. One theory suggests it might have had something to do with the large amount of gold found in the rivers of the Caucasus Mountains (site of Colchis), where people panned for it with the help of sheepskins, according to the historian Appian. Others say that the myth of the Argonauts refers to the colonization of the Black Sea region by the Greeks in the 13th century B.C.

Along with the Trojan War, the story of Jason and the Argonauts is one of the greatest Greek myths. Jason, prince of Thessaly, had to retrieve the golden fleece of a sacred ram to win back the throne of his father. He assembled a group of heroes and sailed with the Argo to Colchis. Heracles, Orpheus, Polydeuces, Castor, and Atalanta were among the crew. The myth of Jason is intimately connected with the myth of Medea

Prince Jason of Thessaly was deprived of his birthright by his uncle, Pelias. After being raised by the centaur Chiron, Jason returned to Thessaly, determined to reclaim his father's throne. Pelias agreed to return the throne if Jason brought him the golden fleece of a sacred winged ram hanging in Ares' grove in Colchis. Jason and a crew of heroes set off on the Argo, the first Greek longship, built with the help of Athena.

After many adventures on the way, the Argonauts reached Colchis. King Æetes was willing to give up the golden fleece only if Jason completed a series of impossible tasks. With the help of Æetes ' daughter Medea, who was skilled in magic, Jason finished the tasks. However, when Æetes refused to give him the golden fleece, Jason stole it and fled, taking Medea with him. Ultimately, he did not ascend the throne of Thessaly as he was unfavored by the gods. This was because of the murder of Medea's brother Apsyrtus, by which he became "impure" in their eyes.

The myth of Jason has been told in various forms. The only complete version is preserved in the Argonautica of Apollonius of Rhodes.

Women of Lemnos
En route to Colchis, the Argonauts stopped at the island of Lemnos. Aphrodite had cursed the island not long before by planting rumors in the women's heads that their husbands, who were returning from war, had brought home their slave girls as mistresses. ln a jealous rage, the women slaughtered all the men. With no men left to procreate with, they were facing extinction. Thus, the Argonauts were given such a warm and lusty reception by the women that they stayed. After a long time, Heracles, who had guarded the ship, reproached Jason and his crew. They returned and the Argo sailed on, filled with wine and provisions from their grateful hostesses.

The Robbery of the Golden Fleece
When the Argonauts arrived at Colchis, King Æetes said he would give Jason the golden fleece if he could harness two fire-breathing bulls, sow dragon's teeth, and slay the warriors born from those teeth. Medea, Æetes ' daughter and a priestess of Hecate, fell in love with Jason and helped him accomplish his tasks. When Æetes refused to hand over the fleece, Medea helped Jason steal it by using her knowledge of potions to make the dragon guarding the fleece fall asleep. Then Medea murdered and dismembered her brother, Apsyrtus, to keep the Colchians from pursuing them.

Roman archaeologists find oldest images of Apostles in a catacomb


(Photo: Professor Fabrizio Bisconti shows the image of an unidentified person on the ceiling of the catacomb chamber, with the four portraits of Apostles in circles in the corners of the ceiling, 22 June 2010/Tony Gentile)
Archaeologists and art restorers using new laser technology have discovered what they believe are the oldest paintings of the faces of Jesus Christ’s Apostles.  The images in a branch of the  catacombs of St Tecla near St Paul’s Basilica, just outside the walls of ancient Rome, were painted at the end of the 4th century or the start of the 5th century.

Archaeologists believe these images may have been among those that most influenced later artists’ depictions of the faces of Christ’s most important early followers.  “These are the first images that we know of the faces of these four Apostles,” said Professor Fabrizio Bisconti, the head of archaeology for Rome’s numerous catacombs, which are owned and maintained by the Vatican.

The full-face icons include visages of St Peter, St Andrew, and St John, who were among Jesus’ original 12 Apostles, and St Paul, who became an Apostle after Christ’s death.


(Photo: Wide shot of the catacomb chamber, showing other illustrations as well, 22 June 2010/Tony Gentile)
The paintings have the same characteristics as later images, such as St Paul’s rugged, wrinkled and elongated forehead and balding head and pointy beard, indicating they may have been the ones which set the standard.
The four circles, about 50 cm in diameter, are on the ceiling of the underground burial place of a noblewoman who is believed to have converted to Christianity at the end of the same century when the emperor Constantine made it legal.

The tomb, in a web of catacombs under a modern building, is not yet open to the public because of continued work, difficult access and limited space. Bisconti said the new discoveries will be made available for viewing by specialists for the time being.

(Photo: Portrait of St. Paul in the round ceiling image above, withan image of an unidentified man on the wall below it, 22 June 2010/Tony Gentile)
(Photo: A close-up of the ceiling image of an unidentified person, 22 June 2010/Tony Gentile)
Read the full story here.
 

Monday, June 21, 2010

Island of Socotra



Republic of Yemen

Socotra has been described as one of the most alien-looking place on Earth, and it’s not hard to see why. It is very isolated with a harsh, dry climate and as a result a third of its plant-life is found nowhere else, including the famous Dragon’s Blood Tree, a very-unnatural looking umbrella-shaped tree which produces red sap. There are also a large number of birds, spiders and other animals native to the island, and coral reefs around it which similarly have a large number of endemic (i.e. only found there) species. Socotra is considered the most biodiverse place in the Arabian sea, and is a World Heritage Site.

Mount Roraima



Venezuela, Brazil and Guyana

Mount Roraima is a pretty remarkable place. It is a tabletop mountain with sheer 400-metre high cliffs on all sides. There is only one ‘easy’ way up, on a natural staircase-like ramp on the Venezuelan side – to get up any other way takes and experienced rock climber. On the top of the mountain it rains almost every day, washing away most of the nutrients for plants to grow and creating a unique landscape on the bare sandstone surface. This also creates some of the highest waterfalls in the world over the sides (Angel falls is located on a similar tabletop mountain some 130 miles away). Though there are only a few marshes on the mountain where vegetation can grow properly, these contain many species unique to the mountain, including a species of carnivorous pitcher plant.

2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami


Immediately following the 2004 Tsunami, the world was so rocked with the staggering death toll of nearly 240,000 individuals that it is often forgotten that many of the more rural and traditional citizens were able to survive through an indigenous understanding of the signs of an incoming tsunami. For example, scientists in the area initially were convinced that the aboriginal population of the Andaman Islands would be significantly ravaged by the tsunami, however, all but one of the tribes in the islands (oddly enough, the one that had largely converted to Christianity and thus, a change of lifestyle,) suffered only minor casualties. When questioned, the tribesmen explained to the scientists that the land and ocean often fought over boundaries and when the earth shook they knew that the sea would soon enter the land until the two could realign their borders. Because of this, the villagers fled to the hills and suffered little or no casualties. Additionally of note is the story of Tilly Smith, a 10-year-old British student vacationing on Mikakhao Beach in Thailand. Tilly, had recently studied tsunamis in school and immediately recognized the frothing bubbles and receding ocean as a harbinger of a tsunami. Along with her parents, they warned the beach and it was entirely evacuated safely.

The Mystery of the Voynich Manuscript

Scientific American Magazine -  June 21, 2004








By Gordon Rugg 

In 1912 Wilfrid Voynich, an American rare-book dealer, made the find of a lifetime in the library of a Jesuit college near Rome: a manuscript some 230 pages long, written in an unusual script and richly illustrated with bizarre images of plants, heavenly spheres and bathing women. Voynich immediately recognized the importance of his new acquisition. Although it superficially resembled the handbook of a medieval alchemist or herbalist, the manuscript appeared to be written entirely in code. Features in the illustrations, such as hairstyles, suggested that the book was produced sometime between 1470 and 1500, and a 17th-century letter accompanying the manuscript stated that it had been purchased by Rudolph II, the Holy Roman Emperor, in 1586. During the 1600s, at least two scholars apparently tried to decipher the manuscript, and then it disappeared for nearly 250 years until Voynich unearthed it. Voynich asked the leading cryptographers of his day to decode the odd script, which did not match that of any known language. But despite 90 years of effort by some of the world's best code breakers, no one has been able to decipher Voynichese, as the script has become known. The nature and origin of the manuscript remain a mystery. The failure of the code-breaking attempts has raised the suspicion that there may not be any cipher to crack. Voynichese may contain no message at all, and the manuscript may simply be an elaborate hoax.
Critics of this hypothesis have argued that Voynichese is too complex to be nonsense. How could a medieval hoaxer produce 230 pages of script with so many subtle regularities in the structure and distribution of the words? But I have recently discovered that one can replicate many of the remarkable features of Voynichese using a simple coding tool that was available in the 16th century. The text generated by this technique looks much like Voynichese, but it is merely gibberish, with no hidden message. This finding does not prove that the Voynich manuscript is a hoax, but it does bolster the long-held theory that an English adventurer named Edward Kelley may have concocted the document to defraud Rudolph II. (The emperor reportedly paid a sum of 600 ducats--equivalent to about $50,000 today--for the manuscript.)
Perhaps more important, I believe that the methods used in this analysis of the Voynich mystery can be applied to difficult questions in other areas. Tackling this hoary puzzle requires expertise in several fields, including cryptography, linguistics and medieval history. As a researcher into expert reasoning--the study of the processes used to solve complex problems--I saw my work on the Voynich manuscript as an informal test of an approach that could be used to identify new ways of tackling long-standing scientific questions. The key step is determining the strengths and weaknesses of the expertise in the relevant fields.
Baby God's Eye?
The first purported decryption of the Voynich manuscript came in 1921. William R. Newbold, a professor of philosophy at the University of Pennsylvania, claimed that each character in the Voynich script contained tiny pen strokes that could be seen only under magnification and that these strokes formed an ancient Greek shorthand. Based on his reading of the code, Newbold declared that the Voynich manuscript had been written by 13th-century philosopher-scientist Roger Bacon and described discoveries such as the invention of the microscope. Within a decade, however, critics debunked Newbold's solution by showing that the alleged microscopic features of the letters were actually natural cracks in the ink.


The Voynich manuscript appeared to be either an unusual code, an unknown language or a sophisticated hoax.
Newbold's attempt was just the start of a string of failures. In the 1940s amateur code breakers Joseph M. Feely and Leonell C. Strong used substitution ciphers that assigned Roman letters to the characters in Voynichese, but the purported translations made little sense. At the end of World War II the U.S. military cryptographers who cracked the Japanese Imperial Navy's codes passed some spare time tackling ciphertexts--encrypted texts--from antiquity. The team deciphered every one except the Voynich manuscript.
In 1978 amateur philologist John Stojko claimed that the text was written in Ukrainian with the vowels removed, but his translation--which included sentences such as "Emptiness is that what Baby God's Eye is fighting for"--did not jibe with the manuscript's illustrations nor with Ukrainian history. In 1987 a physician named Leo Levitov asserted that the document had been produced by the Cathars, a heretical sect that flourished in medieval France, and was written in a pidgin composed of words from various languages. Levitov's translation, though, was at odds with the Cathars' well-documented theology.
Furthermore, all these schemes used mechanisms that allowed the same Voynichese word to be translated one way in one part of the manuscript and a different way in another part. For example, one step in Newbold's solution involved the deciphering of anagrams, which is notoriously imprecise: the anagram ADER, for instance, can be interpreted as READ, DARE or DEAR. Most scholars agree that all the attempted decodings of the Voynich manuscript are tainted by an unacceptable degree of ambiguity. Moreover, none of these methods could encode plaintext--that is, a readable message--into a ciphertext with the striking properties of Voynichese.
If the manuscript is not a code, could it be an unidentified language? Even though we cannot decipher the text, we know that it shows an extraordinary amount of regularity. For instance, the most common words often occur two or more times in a row. To represent the words, I will use the European Voynich Alphabet (EVA), a convention for transliterating the characters of Voynichese into Roman letters. An example from folio 78R of the manuscript reads: qokedy qokedy dal qokedy qokedy. This degree of repetition is not found in any known language. Conversely, Voynichese contains very few phrases where two or three different words regularly occur together. These characteristics make it unlikely that Voynichese is a human language--it is simply too different from all other languages.
The third possibility is that the manuscript was a hoax devised for monetary gain or that it is some mad alchemist's meaningless ramblings. The linguistic complexity of the manuscript seems to argue against this theory. In addition to the repetition of words, there are numerous regularities in the internal structure of the words. The common syllable qo, for instance, occurs only at the start of words. The syllable chek may appear at the start of a word, but if it occurs in the same word as qo, then qo always comes before chek. The common syllable dy usually appears at the end of a word and occasionally at the start but never in the middle.
A simple "pick and mix" hoax that combines the syllables at random could not produce a text with so many regularities. Voynichese is also much more complex than anything found in pathological speech caused by brain damage or psychological disorders. Even if a mad alchemist did construct a grammar for an invented language and then spent years writing a script that employed this grammar, the resulting text would not share the various statistical features of the Voynich manuscript. For example, the word lengths of Voynichese form a binomial distribution--that is, the most common words have five or six characters, and the occurrence of words with greater or fewer characters falls off steeply from that peak in a symmetric bell curve. This kind of distribution is extremely unusual in a human language. In almost all human languages, the distribution of word lengths is broader and asymmetric, with a higher occurrence of relatively long words. It is very unlikely that the binomial distribution of Voynichese could have been a deliberate part of a hoax, because this statistical concept was not invented until centuries after the manuscript was written.
Expert Reasoning
In summary, the Voynich manuscript appeared to be either an extremely unusual code, a strange unknown language or a sophisticated hoax, and there was no obvious way to resolve the impasse. It so happened that my colleague Joanne Hyde and I were looking for just such a puzzle a few years ago. We had been developing a method for critically reevaluating the expertise and reasoning used in the investigation of difficult research problems. As a preliminary test, I applied this method to the research on the Voynich manuscript. I started by determining the types of expertise that had previously been applied to the problem.
The assessment that the features of Voynichese are inconsistent with any human language was based on substantial relevant expertise from linguistics. This conclusion appeared sound, so I proceeded to the hoax hypothesis. Most people who have studied the Voynich manuscript agreed that Voynichese was too complex to be a hoax. I found, however, that this assessment was based on opinion rather than firm evidence. There is no body of expertise on how to mimic a long medieval ciphertext, because there are hardly any examples of such texts, let alone hoaxes of this genre.
Several researchers, such as Jorge Stolfi of the University of Campinas in Brazil, had wondered whether the Voynich manuscript was produced using random text-generation tables. These tables have cells that contain characters or syllables; the user selects a sequence of cells--perhaps by throwing dice--and combines them to form a word. This technique could generate some of the regularities within Voynichese words. Under Stolfi's method, the table's first column could contain prefix syllables, such as qo, that occur only at the start of words; the second column could contain midfixes (syllables appearing in the middle of words) such as chek, and the third column could contain suffix syllables such as y. Choosing a syllable from each column in sequence would produce words with the characteristic structure of Voynichese. Some of the cells might be empty, so that one could create words lacking a prefix, midfix or suffix.


English adventurer Edward Kelley may have concocted the document to defraud Rudolph II, the Holy Roman Emperor.
Other features of Voynichese, however, are not so easily reproduced. For instance, some characters are individually common but rarely occur next to each other. The characters transcribed as a, e and l are common, as is the combination al, but the combination el is very rare. This effect cannot be produced by randomly mixing characters from a table, so Stolfi and others rejected this approach. The key term here, though, is "randomly." To modern researchers, randomness is an invaluable concept. Yet it is a concept developed long after the manuscript was created. A medieval hoaxer probably would have used a different way of combining syllables that might not have been random in the strict statistical sense. I began to wonder whether some of the features of Voynichese might be side effects of a long-obsolete device.
The Cardan Grille
It looked as if the hoax hypothesis deserved further investigation. My next step was to attempt to produce a hoax document to see what side effects emerged. The first question was, Which techniques to use? The answer depended on the date when the manuscript was produced. Having worked in archaeology, a field in which dating artifacts is an important concern, I was wary of the general consensus among Voynich researchers that the manuscript was created before 1500. It was illustrated in the style of the late 1400s, but this attribute did not conclusively pin down the date of its origin; artistic works are often produced in the style of an earlier period, either innocently or to make the document look older. I therefore searched for a coding technique that was available during the widest possible range of origin dates--between 1470 and 1608.
A promising possibility was the Cardan grille, which was introduced by Italian mathematician Girolamo Cardano in 1550. It consists of a card with slots cut in it. When the grille is laid over an apparently innocuous text produced with another copy of the same card, the slots reveal the words of the hidden message. I realized that a Cardan grille with three slots could be used to select permutations of prefixes, midfixes and suffixes from a table to generate Voynichese-style words.
A typical page of the Voynich manuscript contains about 10 to 40 lines, each consisting of about eight to 12 words. Using the three-syllable model of Voynichese, a single table of 36 columns and 40 rows would contain enough syllables to produce an entire manuscript page with a single grille. The first column would list prefixes, the second midfixes and the third suffixes; the following columns would repeat that pattern. You can align the grille to the upper left corner of the table to create the first word of Voynichese and then move it three columns to the right to make the next word. Or you can move the grille to a column farther to the right or to a lower row. By successively positioning the grille over different parts of the table, you can create hundreds of Voynichese words. And the same table could then be used with a different grille to make the words of the next page.
I drew up three tables by hand, which took two or three hours per table. Each grille took two or three minutes to cut out. (I made about 10.) After that, I could generate text as fast as I could transcribe it. In all, I produced between 1,000 and 2,000 words this way.
I found that this method could easily reproduce most of the features of Voynichese. For example, you can ensure that some characters never occur together by carefully designing the tables and grilles. If successive grille slots are always on different rows, then the syllables in horizontally adjacent cells in the table will never occur together, even though they may be very common individually. The binomial distribution of word lengths can be generated by mixing short, medium-length and long syllables in the table. Another characteristic of Voynichese--that the first words in a line tend to be longer than later ones--can be reproduced simply by putting most of the longer syllables on the left side of the table.
The Cardan grille method therefore appears to be a mechanism by which the Voynich manuscript could have been created. My reconstructions suggest that one person could have produced the manuscript, including the illustrations, in just three or four months. But a crucial question remains: Does the manuscript contain only meaningless gibberish or a coded message?
I found two ways to employ the grilles and tables to encode and decode plaintext. The first was a substitution cipher that converted plaintext characters to midfix syllables that are then embedded within meaningless prefixes and suffixes using the method described above. The second encoding technique assigned a number to each plaintext character and then used these numbers to specify the placement of the Cardan grille on the table. Both techniques, however, produce scripts with much less repetition of words than Voynichese. This finding indicates that if the Cardan grille was indeed used to make the Voynich manuscript, the author was probably creating cleverly designed nonsense rather than a ciphertext. I found no evidence that the manuscript contains a coded message.
This absence of evidence does not prove that the manuscript was a hoax, but my work shows that the construction of a hoax as complex as the Voynich manuscript was indeed feasible. This explanation dovetails with several intriguing historical facts: Elizabethan scholar John Dee and his disreputable associate Edward Kelley visited the court of Rudolf II during the 1580s. Kelley was a notorious forger, mystic and alchemist who was familiar with Cardan grilles. Some experts on the Voynich manuscript have long suspected that Kelley was the author.
My undergraduate student Laura Aylward is currently investigating whether more complex statistical features of the manuscript can be reproduced using the Cardan grille technique. Answering this question will require producing large amounts of text using different table and grille layouts, so we are writing software to automate the method.
This study yielded valuable insights into the process of reexamining difficult problems to determine whether any possible solutions have been overlooked. A good example of such a problem is the question of what causes Alzheimer's disease. We plan to examine whether our approach could be used to reevaluate previous research into this brain disorder. Our questions will include: Have the investigators neglected any field of relevant expertise? Have the key assumptions been tested sufficiently? And are there subtle misunderstandings between the different disciplines that are involved in this work? If we can use this process to help Alzheimer's researchers find promising new directions, then a medieval manuscript that looks like an alchemist's handbook may actually prove to be a boon to modern medicine.



GORDON RUGG became interested in the Voynich manuscript about four years ago. At first he viewed it as merely an intriguing puzzle, but later he saw it as a test case for reexamining complex problems. He earned his Ph.D. in psychology at the University of Reading in 1987. Now a senior lecturer in the School of Computing and Mathematics at Keele University in England, Rugg is editor in chief of Expert Systems: The International Journal of Knowledge Engineering and Neural Networks. His research interests include the nature of expertise and the modeling of information, knowledge and beliefs.

Top 10 Most Overlooked Mysteries in History - LISTVERSE

10. Rongorongo
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While many people know of the Moai of Easter Island, not that many people know of the other mystery associated with Easter Island. ‘Rongorongo’ is the hieroglyphic written language of the region’s earlier inhabitants. Rongorongo is strange in that no other neighbouring oceanic people used a written language. It appeared around the 1700s, though was unfortunately lost after the early European colonizers banned it because of its ties to the native islanders’ pagan roots.

9. Lost City of Helike
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In the late 2nd century AD, the Greek writer Pausanias wrote an account of how (4-500 years earlier?) in one night a powerful earthquake destroyed the great city of Helike, with a Tsunami washing away what remained of the once-flourishing metropolis. The city, capital of the Achaean League, was a worship centre devoted to the ancient god Poseidon, god of the sea. There was no trace of the legendary society mentioned outside of the ancient Greek writings until 1861, when an archeologist found some loot thought to have come from Helike – a bronze coin with the unmistakable head of Poseidon. In 2001, a pair of archeologists managed to locate the ruins of Helike beneath the mud and gravel of the coast, and are currently trying to peice together the rise and sudden fall of what has been called the “real” Atlantis.

8. The Bog Bodies
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This mystery may even be a problem for those legendary investigators from CSI and the like! The bog bodies are hundreds of ancient corpses found buried around the northern bogs and wetlands of Northern Europe. These bodies are remarkably well preserved, some dating back 2,000 years. Many of these bodies have tell-tale signs of torture and other medieval “fun”, which have made some researchers postulating that these unfortunate victims were the result of ritual sacrifices.

7. Fall of the Minoans
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The Minoans are best known for the legend of Theseus and the Minotaur, but it is in fact the demise of this once-great civilisation that is more interesting. While many historians concentrate on the fall of the Roman Empire, the fall of the Minoans, who resided on the island of Crete, is an equal, if not greater mystery. Three and a half thousand years ago the island was shaken by a huge volcanic eruption on the neighbouring Thera Island. Archeologists unearthed tablets which have shown that the Minoans carried on for another 50 years after the eruption, before finally folding. Theories of what finally ended them have ranged from volcanic ash covering the island and devastating harvests to the weakened society eventually getting taken over by invading Greeks.

6. The Carnac Stones
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Everyone has heard of Stonehenge, but few know the Carnac Stones. These are 3,000 megalithic stones arranged in perfect lines over a distance of 12 kilometers on the coast of Brittany in the North-West of France. Mythology surrounding the stones says that each stone is a soldier in a Roman legion that Merlin the Wizard turned in to stone. Scientific attempts at an explanation suggests that the stones are most likely an elaborate earthquake detector. The identity of the Neolithic people who built them is unknown.

5. Who Was Robin Hood?
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The historical search for the legendary thief Robin Hood has turned up masses of possible names. One candidate includes the Yorkshire fugitive Robert Hod, also known as Hobbehod or Robert Hood of Wakefield. The large number of suspects is complicated further as the name Robin Hood became a common term for an outlaw. As literature began to add new characters to the tale such as Prince John and Richard the Lionheart the trail became more obscure. To this day no one knows who this criminal really was.

4. The Lost Roman Legion
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After the Parthians defeated underachieving Roman General Crassus’ army, legend has it that a small band of the POWs wandered through the desert and were eventually rounded up by the Han military 17 years later. First century Chinese historian Ban Gu wrote an account of a confrontation with a strange army of about a hundred men fighting in a “fish-scale formation” unique to Roman forces. An Oxford historian who compared ancient records claims that the lost roman legion founded a small town near the Gobi desert named Liqian, which in Chinese translates to Rome. DNA tests are being conducted to answer that claim and hopefully explain some of the residents’ green eyes, blonde hair, and fondness of bullfighting.

3. The Voynich Manuscript
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The Voynich Manuscript is a medieval document written in an unknown script and in an unknown language. For over one hundred years people have tried to break the code to no avail. The overall impression given by the surviving leaves of the manuscript suggests that it was meant to serve as a pharmacopoeia or to address topics in medieval or early modern medicine. However, the puzzling details of illustrations have fueled many theories about the book’s origins, the contents of its text, and the purpose for which it was intended. The document contains illustrations that suggest the book is in six parts: Herbal, Astronomical, Biological, Cosmological, Pharmaceutical, and recipes.

2. The Tarim Mummies
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An amazing discovery of 2,000 year old mummies in the Tarim basin of Western China occurred in the early 90s. But more amazing than the discovery itself was the astonishing fact that the mummies were blond haired and long nosed. In 1993, Victor Mayer a college professor collected DNA from the mummies and his tests verified that the bodies were all of European genetic stock. Ancient Chinese texts from as early as the first millennium BC do mention groups of far-east dwelling caucasian people referred to as the Bai, Yeuzhi, and Tocharians. None, though, fully reveal how or why these people ended up there.

1. Disappearance of the Indus Valley Civilization
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The ancient Indus Valley people, India’s oldest known civilization had a culture that stretched from Western India to Afghanistan and a populace of over 5 million. le—India’s oldest known civilization—were an impressive and apparently sanitary bronze-age bunch. The scale of their baffling and abrupt collapse rivals that of the great Mayan decline. They were a hygienically advanced culture with a highly sophisticated sewage drainage system, and immaculately constructed baths. There is to date no archaeological evidence of armies, slaves, conflicts, or other aspects of ancient societies. No one knows where this civilization went.

This list was derived from the excellent article of the same name at livescience