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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

One Canoe, Two Canoe



I JUST COULDN’T RESIST

... noting that English archaeologists and conservators have launched the an intensive conservation program to save the eight dugout canoes that have been discovered 5 meters below the surface in a buried riverbed at Must Farm near Peterborough in Cambridgeshire.

Examination of the boats – dating from 1600 to 1000BC – has so far revealed that Bronze Age Britons developed a much wider range of dug-out boat design than previously thought.

Four of the eight craft were extremely light-weight – with sides on average just two centimetres thick. Two of these light-weight boats had been deliberately made from less heavy, more easily carved, timber – lime and alder. Fast and easily manoeuvrable, they would have accommodated just one or two crew.

The other four boats discovered were robust, heavy-duty vessels all made of oak. One was 8.4 metres long and 85 cm wide – and would have been capable of carrying up to 20 people or, alternatively, up to a tonne of cargo.

Another heavy-duty dugout, capable of carrying up to ten people or up to half a tonne of cargo, was richly decorated with criss-cross designs. It is the first decorated boat ever found in Britain.

The parallels with the ongoing conservation of a nearly-complete, seven-metre long Maori wooden waka tikai, or river canoe that was recently found in Muriwai Beach, Northland, New Zealand are too interesting to let pass unnoticed.
 
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Waka Disaster - Island Bay






THE HOOK OF MAUI / TE MATAU A MAUI

When Jane came back from her 6.15 am rendezvous with pain at the Island Bay Beach Boot Camp this morning, she was excited to report that there had been a ‘shipwreck’ in the harbour. And sure enough, from our grandstand posi on the cliffs, we could see a boat in trouble in the light surf sheltered behind our island Tapu te Ranga.

So I had to take the boys for a ‘Captain Cook’ [i.e. look] before dropping them at school this morning.

The boat in question is a 22-metre long traditional Maori double-hulled ocean-going catamaran or ‘waka’ called Te Matua a Maui, with a crew of 14. All onboard are safe - and the incident reinforces just how seaworthy these traditional craft were. Unlike 19th Century European vessels which regularly foundered and smashed during storms, a shallow-draught waka can ride out the surf on a beach.
 
I have previously posted several stories on this blog magazine relating to Maori seamanship, the exploration of the Pacific and analogies with ancient maritime trading in NW Europe. And as I reported back in 2011, Te Matua a Maui is one of a new fleet of ocean-going waka that have been built to reclaim the Pacific by linking its indigenous Polynesian communities:



The aims of the voyages are to re-establish cultural links through traditional voyaging and to raise awareness of the key environmental issues threatening the Pacific Ocean - including ocean noise, pollution, habitat destruction, overfishing, acidification and de-oxidation and climate change.

As for the legend behind the boat’s name, it is better to let Maori tell their own story. Suffice to say that Hawkes Bay is the Fish Hook on the map of New Zealand’s North Island, and that the tale explains very adequately from my point of view why we inhabit a rough and uneven land, which like a thrashing landed fish still tosses its head and lashes its tail.

LANDING THE NORTH ISLAND – THE FISH OF MAUI  / TE IKA A MAUI

‘Maui’s brothers in the meantime had arranged amongst themselves to make fast the lashings of the top side of their canoe, in order to go out for a good day's fishing. When all was made ready they launched their canoe, and as soon as it was afloat Maui jumped into it, and his brothers, who were afraid of his enchantments, cried out: 'Come, get out again, we will not let you go with us; your magical arts will get us into some difficulty.'

So he was compelled to remain ashore whilst his brothers paddled off, and when they reached the fishing ground they lay upon their paddles and fished, and after a good day's sport returned ashore.

As soon as it was dark night Maui went down to the shore, got into his brothers' canoe, and hid himself under the bottom boards of it. The next forenoon his brothers came down to the shore to go fishing again, and they had their canoe launched, and paddled out to sea without ever seeing Maw, who lay hid in the hollow of the canoe under the bottom boards.

When they got well out to sea Maui crept out of his hiding place; as soon as his brothers saw him, they said: 'We had better get back to the shore again as fast as we can, since this fellow is on board'; but Maui, by his enchantments, stretched out the sea so that the shore instantly became very distant from them, and by the time they could turn themselves round to look for it, it was out of view.

Maui now said to them: 'You had better let me go on with you, I shall at least be useful to bail the water out of our canoe.' To this they consented, and they paddled on again and speedily arrived at the fishing ground where they used to fish upon former occasions. As soon as they got there his brothers said: 'Let us drop the anchor and fish here'; and he answered: 'Oh no, don't; we had much better paddle a long distance farther out.'

Upon this they paddle on, and paddle as far as the farthest fishing ground, a long way out to sea, and then his brothers at last say: 'Come now, we must drop anchor and fish here.' And he replies again: 'Oh, the fish here are very fine I suppose, but we had much better pull right out to sea, and drop anchor there. If we go out to the place where I wish the anchor to be let go, before you can get a hook to the bottom, a fish will come following it back to the top of the water. You won't have to stop there a longer time than you can wink your eye in, and our canoe will come back to shore full of fish.'

As soon as they hear this they paddle away--they paddle away until they reach a very long distance off, and his brothers then say: 'We are now far enough.' And he replies: 'No, no, let us go out of sight of land, and when we have quite lost sight of it, then let the anchor be dropped, but let it be very far off, quite out in the open sea.'

At last they reach the open sea, and his brothers begin to fish. Lo, lo, they had hardly let their hooks down to the bottom, when they each pulled up a fish into the canoe. Twice only they let down their lines, when behold the canoe was filled up with the number of fish they had caught. Then his brothers said: 'Oh, brother, let us all return now.' And he answered them: 'Stay a little; let me also throw my hook into the sea.' And his brothers replied: 'Where did you get a hook?

And he answered: 'Oh, never mind, I have a hook of my own.' And his brothers replied again: 'Make haste and throw it then.' And as he pulled it out from under his garments, the light flashed from the beautiful mother-of-pearl shell in the hollow of the hook, and his brothers saw that the hook was carved and ornamented with tufts of hair pulled from the tail of a dog, and it looked exceedingly beautiful.

Maui then asked his brothers to give him a little bait to bait his hook with; but they replied: 'We will not give you any of our bait.' So he doubled his fist and struck his nose violently, and the blood gushed out, and he smeared his hook with his own blood for bait, and then be cast it into the sea, and it sank down, and sank down, till it reached to the small carved figure on the roof of a house at the bottom of the sea, then passing by the figure, it descended along the outside carved rafters of the roof, and fell in at the doorway of the house, and the hook of Maui-tikitiki-o-Taranga caught first in the sill of the doorway.

Then, feeling something on his hook, he began to haul in his line. Ah, ah!--there ascended on his hook the house of that old fellow Tonga-nui. It came up, up; and as it rose high, oh, dear! how his hook was strained with its great weight; and then there came gurgling up foam and bubbles from the earth, as of an island emerging from the water, and his brothers opened their mouths and cried aloud.

Maui all this time continued to chant forth his incantations amidst the murmurings and wailings of his brothers, who were weeping and lamenting, and saying: 'See now, how he has brought us out into the open sea, that we may be upset in it, and devoured by the fish.' Then he raised aloud his voice, and repeated the incantation called Hiki which makes heavy weights fight, in order that the fish he had caught might come up easily, and he chanted an incantation beginning thus:

"Wherefore, then, oh! Tonga-nui,
Dost thou hold fast so obstinately below there?"
 
When he had finished his incantation, there floated up, hanging to his line, the fish of Maui, a portion of the earth, of Papa-tu-a-Nuku. Alas! alas! their canoe lay aground.

Maui then left his brothers with their canoe, and returned to the village; but before he went he said to them: 'After I am gone, be courageous and patient; do not eat food until I return, and do not let our fish be cut up, but rather leave it until I have carried an offering to the gods from this great haul of fish, and until I have found a priest, that fitting prayers and sacrifices may be offered to the god, and the necessary rites be completed in order.

We shall thus all be purified. I will then return, and we can cut up this fish in safety, and it shall be fairly portioned out to this one, and to that one, and to that other; and on my arrival you shall each have your due share of it, and return to your homes joyfully; and what we leave behind us will keep good, and that which we take away With us, returning, will be good too.'

Maui had hardly gone, after saying all this to them, than his brothers trampled under their feet the words they had heard him speak. They began at once to eat food, and to cut up the fish. When they did this, Maui had not yet arrived at the sacred place, in the presence of the god; had he previously reached the sacred place, the heart of the deity would have been appeased with the offering of a portion of the fish which had been caught by his disciples, and all the male and female deities would have partaken of their portions of the sacrifice.

Alas! alas! those foolish, thoughtless brothers of his cut up the fish, and behold the gods turned with wrath upon them, on account of the fish which they had thus cut up without having made a fitting sacrifice. Then indeed, the fish began to toss about his head from side to side, and to lash his tail, and the fins upon his back, and his lower jaw. Ah! ah! well done Tangaroa, it springs about on shore as briskly as if it was in the water.

That is the reason that this island is now so rough and uneven--that here stands a mountain--and there lies a plain--that here descends a valley--that there rises a cliff. If the brothers of Maui had not acted so deceitfully, the huge fish would have lain flat and smooth, and would have remained as a model for the rest of the earth, for the present generation of men. This, which has just been recounted, is the second evil which took place after the separation of Heaven from Earth.

Thus was dry land fished up by Maui after it had been hidden under the ocean by Rangi and Tawhiri-ma-tea. It was with an enchanted fish-hook that he drew it up, which was pointed with a bit of the jaw-bone of his ancestress Muri-ranga-whenua; and in the district of Heretaunga they still show the fish-hook of Maui, which became a cape stretching far out into the sea, and now forms the southern extremity of Hawke's Bay.

The hero now thought that he would extinguish and destroy the fires of his ancestress of Mahu-ika. So he got up in the night, and put out the fires left in the cooking-houses of each family in the village; then, quite early in the morning, he called aloud to the servants: 'I hunger, I hunger; quick, cook some food for me.'

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Monday, June 3, 2013

The Nemesis Rowing Club of Manchester & Salford and my great, great grandfather Walter Shorrocks


SPED FIRST BY RICH MEADS AND THEN BY NOXIOUS ODOURS

Like contemporaries Jerome K. Jerome (1859 – 1927), of ‘Three Men in a Boat’; Kenneth Grahame (1859 – 1932), of ‘Wind in The Willows’; and Charles Lutwidge Dodgson aka ‘Lewis Carroll’ (1832 – 1898), it seems that my great, great grandfather Walter Shorrocks (1824-1906) loved messing about in boats.

And thanks to the British Newspaper Archive, I can tell Walter’s story:

JUBILEE OF THE NEMESIS ROWING CLUB – QUEEN VICTORIA’S ACCESSION

[Manchester Evening News, 19 June 1897]

This year of grace which marks an epoch in the life history of our gracious Sovereign, should prove of more than passing interest to local oarsmen, and indeed generally, to all supporters of the manly pastime, inasmuch as the premier aquatic institution of the city – the Nemesis Rowing Club – will celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of its birth.

The club holds a record of which it may well be proud. In the days of its early childhood the river Irwell was clearly a stream which sped upon its way between rich meads and pasture land and boating must then have been a pleasure. But what a change!

The ardent oarsman who now practises on its surface must be cast in a heroic mould, for surely in the event of an immersion the consequences would be serious. Despite however the changes that have taken place, through good fortune and ill, the Nemesis men have held together, and there are now in the club some few members who fifty years ago helped to start it upon its course.

In the autumn of 1847, a meeting was held at the Red Lion Inn, Salford, for the purposes of establishing an amateur rowing club. The name ‘Nemesis’ was given to the club from a feeling of resentment existing at that time against the Chester oarsmen for some real or fancied ill-treatment on the part of the latter, towards the Manchester men.

It was decided to temporarily fix the headquarters of the club at the old Manchester and Salford Regatta Club’s premises, close by Regent Bridge on the Manchester side of the river, pending the erection of the Nemesis boathouse near the Pomona Gardens, Cornbrook.

These enthusiastic watermen held their first event on New Year’s Day 1848, when a pair-oared race was rowed in three heats. From this small beginning the club went on to greater things, for a resolution was recorded on the minutes that eight jerseys be purchased and sold to members at cost price, and that an investment be made in a six-oared gig, to be called the ‘Free Trader’ and a smaller boat which would be named the ‘Clarence’.

At this time the subscription was only one shilling per week, and there were scarcely twenty members in the club. But they were keen oarsmen, and by pluck and steady perserverance they soon made a great name for the club.

In 1849 Jabez Roebuck, John Lang, Richard Anderton and Sam Cheetham won the Stewards’ Cup at the Manchester and Salford Regatta, and this prize was again secured in the two following years. Mr Sam Cheetham who stroked these crews was also a sculler of repute and placed the Chester Cup to his credit on several occasions.

In June, 1849, Mr Walter Shorrocks joined and soon proved himself a competent oarsman, rowing at No.3 thwart in many a winning race, in crews which were stroked by Sam Cheetham. Mr Shorrocks still takes a vivid interest in the doings of the club, and has rowed in scratch races to within the last five or six years.

The most successful season ever experienced by the club was 1853, whe the Nemesis crews swept everything before them. They took the £50 Challenge Cup at Chester, the prizes for four and pair-oared races at Kingstown [Dublin], the Ellesmere Cup at the Manchester and Salford Regatta, and the £40 Subscription Cup at Belfast.

The names of the men inscribed on these captures are Jabez Roebuck, J. Lythgoe (subsequently a founder of the Agecroft Rowing Club), Walter Shorrocks and Sam Cheetham.

Varying successes attended the club during the following years but in 1857 the fine boathouse was built, and remained in use until pulled down for canal purposes; where the premises stood is now one of the Pomona Docks. Some years later the club, like Alexander, seeking new worlds to conquer, went further afield, and succeeded in winning the Grand Challenge Cup for fours, and the Corby Castle Cup for pairs at Talkin Tarn, near Carlisle.

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Those who witnessed the excellent performances of the crews at Chester and Agecroft last year, will agree that the men gallantly upheld the fine traditions of the club. As nothing succeeds like success, it is possible the club may now be entering upon a fresh era of prosperity.

We have hitherto treated the progress of the club from a purely business aspect of rowing, but the trips by river and canal to Barton, Sale, Bollington, Lymm, Worsley, and even Runcorn, will long be remembered by those who rowed in the good old days before the Bridgewater Trustees withdrew the licences for rowing boats, a step which was a great blow to the club.

Though trips of this character are now but a memory of the past, the members are able to use a fine stretch of water about three miles to Mode Wheel. This keeps the men in good training, and should they yearn for a longer spin, for prettier scenery, and for relief from the concentrated odour so peculiar to their sphere of action, parties for a run to Chester and the Dee are quickly formed.

Those interested in the royal pageants and rejoicings of the coming week will be please to know that when Her Majesty visited here in 1851, the Nemesis Rowing Club provided an escort for the journey by state barge from Worsley Hall. Again in 1869 when the Prince and Princess of Wales came to Manchester the club manned and sent three eights to form an escort on the Bridgewater Canal.

NEMESIS ROWING CLUB JUBILEE - FOUNDER’S DAY CELEBRATION

[Manchester Evening News, Monday 6 December 1897]

It would be a bold assertion to make that the River Irwell, which pursues its course by cheerless wharves and dull prosaic factories, offers any inducement whatever for the average boating man. Yet for a period of 50 years the members of the Nemesis Rowing Club have cultivated the art of rowing upon its waters.

We were not surprised to learn that there were occasions when the club was compelled to adjourn to Hollingworth Lake, as the state of the river was not conducive to the health of practising members. But in spite of every drawback the representatives of the club at various regattas won eleven challenge cups outright and 114 presentation prizes.

The challenge cups and many of the prizes were in evidence on Saturday evening, when a large and enthusiastic gathering of members and friends dined together to celebrate the jubilee of the club. Mr H. Voss occupied the chair.

Several of the older supporters were present, one of whom. Mr Walter Shorrocks joined the club in 1849, and still takes an active and friendly interest in its welfare

During the evening medals for junior sculls and double sculling were given to Messrs Z.M. Lord and H. Vos.

An excellent history of the club since it was founded in 1847 has been compiled by Mr H. Hockmeyer.

NEMESIS ROWING CLUB’S ANNUAL REGATTA

[Manchester Times, Saturday 23 July 1870]

The annual regatta in connection with this club was held on Saturday, on the river Irwell at Cornbrook. With the exception of a smart shower, the weather during the afternoon was delightfully fine, and a large and respectable company (including many ladies) was present at the boathouse of the club, which was decorated profusely with bunting, and presented a very gay appearance.

The Compstall brass band was in attendance.

The programme contained four events for decision, but the pair-oared prizes were rowed over by Messrs. Gil and Armistead. During the afternoon a pair-oared cutter was capsized opposite the Nemesis boathouse, but the two men were rescued after a thorough drenching.

The following are [selected] particulars of the racing:

In the Champion Pair-oared Race [Throstle Nest to Regent Road Bridge and back – about 2 miles], Messrs. J.H. Shorrocks [Walter’s eldest son] and W. Lang [stroke] made a good start. Messrs. Shorrocks and Lang drew ahead, and at the Nemesis boathouse led by a length, rowing well. At this point they ‘hugged’ the Salford shore too closely, and the stern of the boat being caught by a sudden gust of wind, they ran into the bank. After getting clear, and proceeding a short distance further, a similar occurrence took place, and they retired from the contest, leaving their opponents to row over the remainder of the distance at their leisure.

In the Four-oared Race [from near Hulme Hall to Throstle Nest and back], in the first heat Mr Armistead’s crew showed slightly in front at the boathouses, immediately after passing which they were supplanted by Mr Shorrocks’s crew, who rowed steadily throughout, and won cleverly by two boat lengths.

In the Final, immediately after the start both crews settled down to their work, and some steady and determined rowing took place. On passing the boathouse the pair were nearly level, and so continued until half-way along Pomona railings, when Mr Vos’s crew dropped slightly astern. After rounding the buoy at Throstle Nest, Mr Shorrocks’s crew drew two lengths ahead, in which position they subsequently remained, and, of course won easily.

In the Eight-oared Race [from Throstle Nest to near Hulme Hall, nearly three quarters of a mile] Mr J.W. Dean’s crew, who rowed on the Manchester side of the river, obtained about half a boat’s length at the start, which they further increased, and won easily. Dean’s crew included J.H. Shorrocks and his father, my great, great grandfather Walter Shorrocks, who was then 46 years old.



Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Monday, May 20, 2013

Amber from other Angles

TWO CHARMS TO BIND THEM

I have [at least] three sometimes irritating attributes: an elephant's memory for anything written or read; a large capacity for seeing links, parallels and analogies [even where they may not exist]; and a compulsion to communicate my inductions.  This drives my family nuts – and goes a long way to explaining why I blog.

 So I have been ruminating for a while on linking three stories from the newspapers:

1.       The Guardian on ‘The Hobbit ring that may have inspired Tolkien’ at:  
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2013/apr/02/hobbit-tolkien-ring-exhibition
       
2.       The UK Independent: ‘8,000 artefacts and rising: City dig pronounced the “most important ever” in London’ at:

3.       Der Spiegel: 'Sensational' Discovery: Archeologists Find Gateway to the Viking Empire’ at:

All through the 3-D lens of an economic geographer / transport economist who remains besotted with archaeology; as one who has tried to get his head around the pre-contact history Maori tribal and trade relationships in New Zealand; and as someone who has long-believed that most history as it is currently written gives too little attention to motion, diffusion and pattern.

Anyhow, my hypothesis is this:

The English Channel was a trading nexus in the Pre-Roman era – the point where maritime trade from the Mediterranean met maritime trade from the Baltic. The Romans did not conquer Britain because it was backward and exotic and had barbarian chiefs who would look good in chains – they conquered it because they wanted to control the Channel and take over London and the east coast ports.

The two charms pictured above illustrate perfectly the overlap between the northern and southern European cultures in SE England in the Roman era.

[The ring was found near Silchester in 1785. It is gold and weighs 12 grams and it is ornamented with a head a spiky head wearing a diadem (possibly a representation of the god Nodens). The Latin inscription reads: "Senicianus live well in God".

It may that Senicianus stole the ring from a Roman called Silvianus, because a curse has been discovered on a votive tablet which informs the god Nodens of the theft and asks him to intercede and ‘grant none health who bear the name of Senicianus until he bring back the ring."

The amulet is from the ongoing Bloomberg Place dig in the City of London. It is made of Baltic amber in the shape of a gladiator’s helmet. As the Museum of London Archaeology notes ‘amber was an expensive imported material and was thought to have magical powers. The Roman author Pliny describes how amber amulets could protect children from illness and the symbolism of the gladiator may also be protective.’]

So far so good!

I am going on though to argue that the two charms explain part of the background to the Anglo-Saxon invasion of the South East of England.

Historians have a preoccupation it seems to me with identifying particular tribes in Pre-History with particular bits of land as though they were dealing with mini-countries. The example of Maori in New Zealand challenges this. Here you had 20-30 tribes that spoke a common language and that were frequently at war in shifting alliances that variously led to roving conquests, eviction and migration, absorption and sometimes tribal extinction.

I argue that the Northern Germanic / Proto-Scandinavians were much the same. And that as with the Maori, war-or-no-war, maritime trade continued regardless.

In this sense, the ‘Anglo-Saxons’ were simply an early wave of Vikings. And it would surprise me little to have it confirmed that they traded and settled in Roman London, and that the Angles in particular dominated commerce at the entrepôt forts of the 'Saxon Shore'. Just as I find it totally reasonable that Dublin may have originated as an Anglo-Saxon trading village.

 

And this brings us to the Der Spiegel article.

This concerns the 30-kilometer (19-mile) wall which runs through the entire state of Schleswig-Holstein. Termed the Danevirke ["Work of the Danes"] – it is considered the largest earthwork in northern Europe.

By the 8th Century it was three meters thick (10 feet) - and a gateway known as the Wiglesdor has just been excavated near Hedeby (known as Haithabu in German). Archaeologists now think the foundation stone might have been laid as early as the 7th century by the Friesians [or I would add probably earlier by the Angles].

[Incidentally someone should look for the trade gateways between the English and the Welsh along Offa's Dyke. This may similarly have been largely designed to intercept and direct cart and pack-horse trains, being for the most part patrolled by the equivalent of customs officers rather than warriors in peace time - but taking on a more offensive function in times of war].

As der Spiegel explains:

'The Frisians, who lived on the west coast of what is now Denmark and on a number of islands in the North Sea, were fighting for supremacy in the region with three other peoples: the Danes, the Slavs and the Saxons. "It was the Kosovo of the early middle ages” but in the end, it was the Danes who emerged victorious.

[I add here the suggestion that the 'Angles' were in reality a sub-tribe of the Friesians - or what Maori in New Zealand would call a 'hapu' of the main 'iwi'] .

'According to contemporary records, King Göttrik of Denmark ordered in 808 that the border of his empire with that of the Saxons be fortified.
...

‘Only their long boats were state-of-the-art -- fast and light but easily navigable. They allowed the Danes to develop a formidable network of trading routes. They plied Russian rivers all the way to Byzantium and sailed the North Atlantic to far-away Iceland, Greenland and even the northern reaches of North America.

‘But there was an Achilles heel in this far-flung trading empire, and that was at Hedeby. In order for goods from the east to be shipped to the west, they had to cross the narrow strip of land at the base of present-day Denmark. Traders would sail inland on the Schlei Inlet, but when they got to Hedeby, their wares were offloaded and carted overland to the Treene River, 18 kilometers away. Only there could the goods be reloaded onto boats and sailed into the North Sea.

 ‘For the duration of this short overland trek, the valuable goods -- including gold from Byzantium, bear pelts from Novgorod and even statues of Buddha from India -- were open to attack from the mainland. In order to protect this important trade artery, archaeologists now believe, a bulwark of earth, stone and bricks was constructed. The Danevirke, in other words, was little more than a protective shield for commerce’.

Now Hedeby is in Angeln, the original home of the Angles who settled in eastern England - and a 9th Century account of the voyages of a Ottar apparently has this comment:

 ‘And from Sciringesheal, he said that he sailed in five days to the trading-town which they call Hedeby; this stands between the Wends and the Saxons and the Angles, and belongs to the Danes.

 ‘When he sailed there from Sciringesheal, then Denmark was to the port and open sea to the starboard for three days; and then for two days before he came to Hedeby there lay to his starboard, Jutland, and Zealand and many islands.

‘The Angles dwelt in those lands before they came here to this country. And for those two days there lay to his port those islands which belong to Denmark.’

I go on then to argue that the Angles were important traders, in Roman and Post-Roman times, and that at one time they controlled the traffic through the Hedeby portages, and subsequently saw an opportunity to seize another traffic artery, the English Channel, when Roman power weakened. Whether or not this was given impetus by strikes against them in Angeln by surrounding tribes is moot.

All this is clearly at odds with what Bede says, writing around 730 A.D when he comments that the ancestral homeland Angeln  ‘is said, from that time [from the migration to Britain], to remain desert to this day.’ We may ask ourselves then: ‘is it likely that such a valuable piece of commercial real estate as the Hedeby Portages be left ‘desert to this day?’
 
But Bede was a monk who likely never travelled far from Monkwearmouth and who would have had next to no interest or understanding with respect to commerce and trade. And of course, he was writing at the very time that the Friesians and the Danes were contesting the Baltic-North Sea link.

This leaves us with the inference that the English Angles descended from skilled navigators and traders who at one period of history may have been made wealthy by the Hedeby Portages – so much so that they were able to finance offshoots to their trading empire – but such also that they attracted the envy and enmity of their neighbours.

 And that what happened under the Vikings / Danes [who similarly contested with the Mercians and West Saxons for possession of London in the period 800-900 AD] has some very clear resonances in what happened earlier in the period 300-500 AD.

 

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Meanwhile around a campfire many years ago

MUM’S THE WORD - LOOK AT MOYEE!

“No! You hear me old man – give the Ashes to mother!”
“Pull the black bark [mate] – spit the worm!”

It seems that 15,000 years ago the English and Australians would have been able to communicate – even if there is a good deal of ongoing weathering of their cognates.

This discovery has been reinforced by work from the University of Reading which has identified a cache of words that embody prehistoric memes inherited from forest-dwelling hunter-gatherers. Their fireside chats about man and mum, and pulling the worms out of the bark, blackening them in the fire ashes and handing them around, may it seems still be reflected in the vocabularies of the language families that have been grouped together under the heading Euro-Asiatic.

Evolution dilutes infinitely but all traces of the original are hard to eradicate.

And if chimpanzees and humans share a 98% similarity in their stocks of DNA and about 95% in sequential terms, when insertions and deletions are included, it soon becomes clear that bits of us go back a long way. Such that evolutionary biologists have been noted as observing that once the fossil record gets to vertebrate proto-fish, things start to get boring.

The possible survival of bits of word DNA from the deep past is therefore not surprising, though there is a good deal of scepticism among experts about the methodology and outcome specifics of the University of Reading study.

As reported in Science Now, the Reading research team ‘found back in 2007 that most words have about a 50% chance of being replaced by a completely different word every 2000 to 4000 years.

‘Thus the Proto-Indo-European wata, winding its way through wasser in German, water in English, and voda in Russian, became eau [through aqua] in French. But some words, including I, you, here, how, not, and two, are replaced only once every 10,000 or even 20,000 years.

‘The new 2013 study, appearing makes an even bolder statement. The researchers broadened the hunt to cognates from seven major language families, including Indo-European, Eskimo, Altaic (comprising many Oriental languages), and Chukchi-Kamchatkan (a group of non-Russian languages around Siberia), which have been proposed to form an ancient superfamily dubbed Eurasiatic.

'Again, using only the word's frequency and part of speech, the model successfully predicted that a core group of about 23 very common words, used about once per 1000 words in everyday speech, not only persists within each language group, but also sounds similar to the corresponding words in other families.

'The word thou, for example, has similar sound and meaning among all seven language families. Cognates include te or tu in Indo-European languages, t`iin proto-Altaic, and turi in proto-Chukchi-Kamchatkan. The words not, that, we, who, and give were cognates in five families, and nouns and verbs including mother, hand, fire, ashes, worm, hear, and pull, were shared by four.

'Going by the rate of change of these cognates, the model suggests that these words have remained in a similar form since about 14,500 years ago, thus supporting the existence of an ancient Eurasiatic language and its now far-flung descendants’.

I love the idea that we can trace our roots way back and the idea that “spoken language can be transmitted through millennia with enough fidelity to give us information about our early history."

There is another angle to this though.

Although some of the words listed in the Reading study may have been matched by happenstance – or may be the equivalent of a redundant but lingering intestinal appendix [e.g. ‘worm’], the bulk are clearly very common. And this suggests in turn that they have observed Zipf’s ‘Law of least Effort’.

Linguist George Kingsley Zipf, published ‘Human Behaviour and the Principle of Least Effort: An Introduction to Human Ecology’ in 1949. He theorised that many behavioural phenomena followed an inexorable tendency for human beings to polish, conserve and popularize the most commonly used tools, words and meeting places. This principle has been applied to things as disparate as hammers, library classifications and cities.

It leads to rank-size relationships and helps to explain why Auckland continues to grow at the expense of the next ranked cities in New Zealand – Christchurch and Wellington – which are roughly half the size of the primate city. It also goes someway to explaining the seemingly inevitably skewed distribution of wealth in societies where less than 20 percent of the inhabitants generally have more than 80 percent of the wealth.

As for language, ‘the frequency of any word is inversely proportional to its rank in the frequency table. Thus the most frequent word will occur approximately twice as often as the second most frequent word, three times as often as the third most frequent word, etc.

 For example, the word "the" is the most frequently occurring word, and by itself accounts for nearly 7% of all word occurrences (69,971 out of slightly over 1 million). The second-place word "of" accounts for slightly over 3.5% of words (36,411 occurrences), and this is followed by "and" (28,852). These ranking results are consistent with the Law of Least Effort.

So it is interesting to look at where the ‘Euro-Asiatic’ word fossils rank.

I had a quick go at picking them off the UK English Top 1,000 Words drawn from publications. Not surprisingly ‘worm’ was not there and neither was the word ‘ashes’.

But the rankings and frequencies are quite thought-provoking:

that – rank 10, frequency 55,871 
not – rank 20, frequency  34,597  
who – rank 51, frequency 11,758   
we – rank 54,frequency 11,526   
man – rank 76, frequency 7,868  
old – 109, frequency 5,569  
these – rank 125, frequency 4,372   
hand – rank 138, frequency 3,924
those – rank 157, frequency 3,442   
mother – rank 187, frequency 3,571 
men – rank 207, frequency 2,743   
woman [originally ‘wife-man’] – rank 214, frequency 2,697   
gave – rank 238, frequency 2,053   
whose – rank 294, frequency 1,615   
fire – rank 316, frequency 1,461   
black – rank 378, frequency 1,233   
women – rank 456, frequency 1,031   
spot [presumably related to ‘spit’] – rank 864, frequency 482   
mother's – rank 929, frequency 476  
thee – rank 976, frequency 335

To me they suggest a preoccupation with possession and identity [and patriarchy] which we may also have inherited as deep memes.
 
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Saturday, May 4, 2013

A Left-Libertarian Inheritance?




HOW MANY SUPPLY-SIDE ECONOMISTS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHT BULB?

“None” argues NZ Journalist Jane Clifton in her recent article in The Listener on the ‘privatization’ of our electricity generation ‘companies’. “If market conditions are correct, the bulb will change itself”.

Setting aside the fact that our semi-state owned power utilities in New Zealand run on extraordinarily complicated EVA rules that allow them to play ducks and drakes with their capital valuations and game their pricing, in simulated rather than real competition, she has a point.

For myself, I term the pure devotion to markets that is an article of faith among the Neo-Liberal Right Libertarian economists: ‘One-armed Bandit Economics’. Pull the lever and the wheel of life spins. Anything other than an equilibrium solution delivers a line of lemons, whereas a line of $s at the sweet spot pours out a stream of cash.

Not of course that I am arguing against supply-demand analysis in general. The problem is that distribution effects get ignored – and these lie at the gist of the real-world political economy of market forces.

I used to work for the New Zealand Institute of Economics Research [NZIER], which is staffed with lovely, somewhat socially isolated, semi-autistic buffers who meet the Daniel McFadden ‘Everyman’ prescription of an Economist:

‘Sovereign in tastes, steely-eyed and point-on in perception of risk and relentless in maximisation of happiness through monetary reward’.

They were the very epitome of homo economicus. But one trouble that I had was reconciling their assessment of individual contributions to GDP per capita to the equally lovely but much less steely-eyed folk from the Intellectually Handicapped Children’s Society who wandered willynilly onto my bus as I made my way home to meet my boys at the school gates.

For as Daniel McFadden argues [across the population in general] ‘homo economicus is “a rare species”. Such that ‘what most economists consider anomalous is the norm - homo economicus, not his fallible counterpart, is the oddity’:
 
http://www.economist.com/news/finance-and-economics/21576645-nobel-prizewinner-argues-overhaul-theory-consumer-choice

And this has some interesting implications for the interplay between trust, altruism, dignity and monetary rewards.

Which brings me in a somewhat circuitous fashion to Egypt in 1943.

This aberration of neurones was sparked by a recent article by Dean Parker in the New Zealand Herald dated 15th April 2013: ‘What did you do in World War II grandpa? Well, actually, I was appointed Prime Minister in Cairo’, at:


It reminded me that there was a strong Left-Libertarian movement among UK and Allied Servicemen during World War II which put income and wealth distribution issues much higher on the agenda. It led in fact to the short-lived formation of a distinct political party Common Wealth.

As good old Wikipedia explains for us Common Wealth was founded in July 1942 by idealistic British Liberals. ‘It drew on the egalitarian sentiments of the English populace and hence aimed to be more appealing to Labour's potential voters, rather than voters leaning Conservative’. The group called for common ownership, "vital democracy" and morality in politics.

‘Its programme of common ownership echoed that of the Labour Party but stemmed from a more idealistic perspective, later termed "libertarian socialist". It came to reject the State-dominated form of socialism adopted by Labour under the influence of Sidney and Beatrice Webb, increasingly aligning itself instead with co-operative, syndicalist and guild socialist traditions’.

One party proposal was that all incomes should be subjected to an absolute upper limit.

Another was Inheritance Restriction. And the Cairo Forces’ Parliament passed a Bill to this effect on New Year's Day, 1944, by a large majority. 
Now these are ideas that seem evergreen to me. 

And surely, if you are serious about homo economicus and the good that he can do for us all, not from his benevolence but the regard of his own interest, the last thing that you would want for him, from the point of view of society, is to trammel his enterprising spirit with inherited wealth and excessive rewards to his labours?

THE VALUE OF PREVENTING A FATALITY

Let’s take a short detour back to the wartime thinking of the Forces’ Parliament. The big difference between what the troops faced and what we face on a day-to-day basis is that they were avoidant about becoming one of the million Allied Forces combatants who were killed in WWII. Thoughts of death clarified the mind.

Exploring the economics of this takes us in an interesting direction.

Transport Economists like myself are well aware of the ‘Value of Preventing a Fatality’ concept. As its name implies, it attempts to quantify the cost to society of a life lost in road accidents, ‘as a measure of the aggregate willingness to pay for reductions in individual risk’.

It is if you like, the social ‘shadow price’ of your life and mine, taking account of average levels of income losses and all the community expenses associated with one’s premature demise by misadventure.

In the USA, a VPF is currently worth about $7.5 million.

During World War II, around 400,000 US lives were lost in the conflict. The numbers for the UK [including civilian casualties] were broadly similar.

Adjusted for inflation, $7.5 million in current dollars is the equivalent of about $700,000 in 1945 dollars. So, the loss of 400,000 lives had a social cost of around $280 billion in wartime currency. This compares to US and Canadian loans around $5.5 billion to the UK under the Lend Lease Programs [repaid incidentally with interest by 2006].

Coincidentally, the US National Debt stood at around $260 billion in 1945. Of course, all the bonds issued the US Treasury were honoured.

By contrast, the families of dead servicemen and women were never ‘paid out’ by the state to the full coin – theirs was a ‘shadow debt’.

As a war orphan, I cottoned on to this argument at an early age – and it has always made for a clear distinction for me between Homo Economicus and Homo Reciprocans.

Adam Smith himself did not recommend a dog-eat-dog world, even though he observed in the Wealth of Nations that: ‘nobody ever saw a dog make a fair and deliberate exchange of one bone for another with another dog’.

Quite the reverse, in the Theory of Moral Sentiments, he has some sound things to say about reciprocity:

‘When the happiness or misery of others depends in any respect upon our conduct, we dare not, as self–love might suggest to us, prefer the interest of one to that of many. The man within immediately calls to us, that we value ourselves too much and other people too little, and that, by doing so, we render ourselves the proper object of the contempt and indignation of our brethren.

‘Neither is this sentiment confined to men of extraordinary magnanimity and virtue. It is deeply impressed upon every tolerably good soldier, who feels that he would become the scorn of his companions, if he could be supposed capable of shrinking from danger, or of hesitating, either to expose or to throw away his life, when the good of the service required it’.

So it was a grave issue for men in the Allied Forces to watch black marketeers, desk wallahs and armchair Colonel Blimps prosper during wartime, with the option of passing on their wealth to their children to create a rentier class -  while, by contrast, the wives and children of the servicemen themselves faced relative poverty and deprivation.

TIME TO RECONSIDER INCOME AND WEALTH LIMITATION?

Given what I have said above, it will be of no surprise that I regard as suspect many of the ideas of Right-Libertarian Economists like Greg Mankiw of Harvard.

I always kick the tyres of the argumentation jalopies that they drive. Greg and his friend Tyler Cowen claim that market freedom and personal freedom always go hand-in-glove [regardless of income and wealth distribution issues and never mind the wartime black market profiteers]. 

To quote Tyler Cowen:

'Economics is sometimes associated with the study and defense of selfishness and material inequality, but it has an egalitarian and civil libertarian core that should be celebrated. And that core may guide us in some surprising directions.

'Economic analysis is itself value-free, but in practice it encourages a cosmopolitan interest in natural equality.

'Many economic models, of course, assume that all individuals are motivated by rational self-interest or some variant thereof; even the so-called behavioral theories tweak only the fringes of a basically common, rational understanding of people.

'The crucial implication is this: If you treat all individuals as fundamentally the same in your theoretical constructs, it would be odd to insist that the law should suddenly start treating them differently'.

But they although they quote Adam Smith with tut-tutting approval in his observation that: 'birth and fortune, as opposed to intrinsically different capabilities, are the primary reasons for differences in social rank’, Greg and Tyler take no account of the perpetuation and accentuation of privilege through the endorsement of excessive income rewards and the protection of heritable wealth.

Bah!

So I reacted recently when Mankiw argued [in a recent post on his personal blog] that the accumulation of $3 million or more in a SEP-IRA retirement account by America’s Older Citizens should continue to be immune from taxation.

He reckons that ‘exceeding $3 million in such accounts is not very difficult for an individual who is financially successful and frugal. Under current law, a self-employed person can put about $50,000 a year in a SEP-IRA. If he does that every year for 40 years, and his savings earn a return of 5 percent per year, he will retire with about $6 million’.

‘So, yes, President Obama's $3 million constraint would be a significant disincentive for saving. It would move the tax code in the wrong direction’.

But what happens to the money when death casts its final shadow price?

Surely, the accumulated funds are passed down to heirs and beneficiaries who benefit by ‘birth and fortune’ and not by capability?

As another Harvard professor Charles W. Eliot has commented:

‘Why do current valuation practices built into the tax code make it possible for investment partners to end up with $50 million or more in entirely tax-free individual retirement accounts when the vast majority of Americans are constrained by a $5,000 annual contribution limit?

‘A simple calculation shows that the US estate tax system is broken. Assets that are passed to relatives or other personal relations are often badly misvalued relative to what they cost on an open market. The total wealth of American households is estimated at more than $60 trillion. It is heavily concentrated in very few hands.

‘A conservative estimate given the lifespans of Americans would be that 2 per cent ($1.2 trillion) is passed down each year, mostly from the very rich. Yet estate and gift taxes raise less than $12 billion, or 1 per cent, of this figure each year’.

So you don’t have to be a full-blown Left-Libertarian to start thinking again about Inheritance Restriction – or indeed Income Limitation – in a world where income and wealth differentials are widening to Continental Drift proportions, output is stagnating, debt is accumulating like a Glacial Ice Cap, and rising generations [excluding a lucky few] are being short-changed and enervated by their bleak prospects.

I might even get a nod from The Economist here, which comments again with respect to McFadden’s explorations of behavioural economics that choices in life and public policy are ‘undoubtedly messier than standard economics. So is real life’. And likewise death and taxes for that matter.

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