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Nature squeakbits [26 February 2026]

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In this issue of Nature, uncovering the fundamental (and Ig-Nobel worth) reason why basketball shoes are squeaking, the reason being a shockwave travelling through the sole!, two tribunes against nuclear testing and “must & should” towards a successor to the START treaty… While we should ask & act for a global and if not unilateral nuclear disarmament! This alas coïncides with France announcing the increase of its nuclear arsenal and the extension of its “umbrella” to several EU countries…

And another coverage of the deplorable Trump administration dismantling the biodefense and pandemic preparedness branches of the US NIAID, presumably a late under-the-belt jab at the national institute Anthony Fauci directed for 38 years. Meaning one of the forefronts for pandemic research and vaccine development has been dismantled. Plus the US EPA revoking the 2009 statement that climate change is endangering the US population and removing greenhouse-gas emission rules. In tune with the Drill, baby, drill! motto of the Trump supporters more interested in their short-term profits than in the long-term (no-)future of the country. Paradoxically sitting in the same issue as a comment calling for a policy-making assessment of avoidable climate-change risks. Illustrated by London’s drownin’ below

And a summary of their conclusions from 23 of the 27 members (from 27 countries) of the Scientific Advisory Group for the Origin of Novel Pathogens for the WHO. After 3.5 years of debate on the origin of COVID-19! Four hypotheses are examined and other hoaxes and conspiracies are debunked.

Another political entry about the EU and its Horizon Europe programme (that is funding my ERC Synergy grant) baring (researchers from) Chinese research organisations from applying for its grants in sensitive methodologies, in order to prevent “the undesired transfer of IP”. Following similar and earlier actions in the US with the (newspeak!) China Initiative launched by Trump 1.0 that turned into a witch hunt.

An exciting 228 metres of rock and mud providing a window on the past 23 million year weather. Obtained from the West Antarctica Ice Sheet.

a journal of the no-end-war year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2026 by xi'an

Read Braking Day, an archi-classic space opera of a spaceship travelling for generations to a substitute planet. With the archi-classic reproduction of earthy behaviours and habits (how on,,, Earth!, one could imagine smoking being allowed on a spaceship? commercial goodies on sale when approaching destination? shopping malls?) Archi-classic heroes as well, standing just on the wrong side of the rules as a shipbound form of smuggling… The no-so-classic is a class A spoiler that emerges half of the book, non-too-soon, and turns the charactera and then some into actual heroes. Very very light and not recommended!

In-between two weeks in Venice, I cooked a veg curry with (old) butternut, leeks, (new) onions and a yellow species of beetroot I had never seen before, Eaten with my freshly made kimlchi that was somewhat too fresh. The second pot is still burping! And had the worst ramen dish in my culinary experience, in Strasbourg, obviously not the centre of the ramen universe!, where half the ingredients were freezer cold (and the other half just marginaly warmer). (But tasted a new and nice category of curly pasta while in Venice (2), the week before, the Napolitean riccioli!) Also cooked a second sweet potato and cocoa cake for Venice (3), which led to a lengthy security check at the CDG airport!

Watched Undercover Miss Hong, a Korean drama set in the 1990’s, with vintage computers, clothes, and (just emerging) mobilephones. Beyond that plunge in the past… The scenario is paper-thin and is spread over too many episodes, with a soapy ending, but the duo of (female) central characters is enticing (if not for their borderline ethics). The series’ soundtrack is original, if not particularly striking. Slightly funny but not particularly recommended!

 

a journal of the [new] year of the [old] plagues [defrozen post!]

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 12, 2026 by xi'an

[I wrote a first draft of this journal post mid-December 2025, just before flying to Sevilla, and just realised now that I had not published it! Hence the bizarre title. As a weird coïncidence, this is the second post where I associate Knives out and guacamole… A post also served cold, then. And hopefully not stale!] Read the most recent Rankin’s Rebus (#25), Midnight and Blue, taking place in an Edinburgh jail, where Rebus has been locked for killing Big Ger Cafferty, after resurrecting him in Exit Music. (And not in Resurrection Men,  confusedly!) Which made me realise I had missed #24, A Heart Full of Headstones, and I ordered it on the spot! Hard to imagine such a setting could happen in real life, when Rebus mixes with people he contributed to send to jail… At such a degree of open association within jail! In the early pages I suspected Rebus was sent to jail as a ploy to uncover a criminal gang, but the murder of Cafferty sounded a serious enough accusation and none of the other characters were suspecting him of this. Apart from that, Midnight and Blue reads well and fast, if plagued as often by an unrealistic piling of coïncidences, convenient chance events, and character intersections.

Managed to confuse guacamole with soup while cleaning my freezer from long-time, anonymous, residents, which made the guacamole sour if manageable (with another ancient resident of said freezer, some octopus tentacles!).

Watched the third film in the Benoît Blanc series (Knives out), Wake Up Dead Man. Which was agaaaain of a Cluedo style, with caricatures of all characters, except for the punching priest, who manages to save the (soul of the) story, putting Blanc and his mannerisms in the background. If not in the grave (which remains a central piece of the scenario, along the church!)

a journal of the war-more-going year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 29, 2026 by xi'an

I finished the penultimate Rankin’s Rebus A Heart Full of Headstones that the latest volume made me realise existed! This could have been a good one (!), for being set at the emergence from the COVID lockdown, but I found it felt flat in the story and in the dialogues. With a worst-ever, cataclysmic, annihilating, final act that completely ruins the character I have been following for decades… What follows is not much of a spoiler, given the next volume being based on this act, namely Rebus’ assassinating Cafferty (whom he saved in a earlier volume!). This goes against Rebus’ deeper morality (which does exist, along his perpetual indifference to regulations and protocols). After reading the (so-far) final volume, I was actually hoping Rebus being in jail was an elaborate cover-up that would be exposed in yet another volume, but these hopes have now been dashed! In addition, the team work for solving the (earlier) murder sounds contrived, the antagonistic yet amicable relation between Siobhan and Fox is no longer funny, and the reason why a young drug dealer is opening to Rebus is missing. The volume (24) too many! And I also read 黒い家 The Black House, by Kishi Yūsuke, a detective story set in Kyoto where the investigator is an actuary. I definitely disliked the mood and tone of the book, as the author is attempting to recreate the shaky psychological state of this auditor through hallucinations and recurring nightmares, while the villain is once again omniscient and powerful far beyond the plausible.

On the cooking (work) plan, I tried making galettes with whey and spelt (as I discovered at the last minute I was out of buckwheat), which did not work out that well. But succeeded at last in making decent poached eggs for my wife, thanks to a recipe suggesting using a large pan! With no need of a whirlpool as so many recipes suggest. And had three consecutive days of Korean food at and from our seminar lunch place, Les Petites Dalles!  With fried kimchi and kimchi udon noodles (while waiting my own kimchi to complete its fermentation).

Watched Bushido, a Japanese film that retraces the story of a ronin and his daughter, the former being a Go master. Despite not being a Go player, I enjoyed the games and the relation that builds between the central ronin and the merchant with whom he most often plays. The light plays a major role in the beauty of the film, as the games are often played in the evening or behind screens that dim the outside sun. And the outdoor scenes along the Nakasendo are (purposely?) reminiscent of Hiroshige and Yokusai. Except for an unnecessary sword scene, the last third of the movie is exceptional.

 

a journal of the warmongering year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 14, 2026 by xi'an


R
ead the highly original Die Wand (The Invisible Wall) by Austrian writer Marlen Haushofer. A dystopia where a sole (?) woman find herself isolated from the rest of the World (and its fossilised beings) by a transparent wall. And learns bit by bit how to survive with an Austrian hunting lodge, a cow, a dog and a cat. This is a fantastic book in all senses of the term. From the survivalist aspects, which are always engaging!—and reasonably realistic, albeit I would have used the cow for carrying heavy loads, smoked the meat of the deer shot by the woman, made cheese out of the milk, rather than butter, and turned hazelnuts into flour—, to the psychological damage of loosing human contacts, to the erasure of the wall between this survivor and the animals (with a paradox that is the top spoiler of the book!).

Cooked a sweet potatoes and cocoa cake in preparation for my trail race on La Sainte-Baume, near Marseille. With cocoa made from the beans I had brought back from Guadeloupe last summer. Not particularly tasty, despite a large input of melted cocoa, since I only added a few eggs, no sugar, and no flour, but at least definitely healthy. And, no, it did not impact my speed in the least! And keeping up with cocoa I visited a chocolaterie in Marseille that solely uses Madagascar cocoa beans and offers workshops for making one own’s bars. As well as superlative pure, unsweetened, chocolate drinks.

Watched The Million-Follower Detective, a Taiwanese detective story combined with a superficial reflection on the impact and excesses of influencers. Very heavy going, with an omniscient villain and a cascade of convenient coïncidences.