Monday, 4 December 2017

The Ethics of Cake

[The following is an exercise in coming to terms with making decisions according to Stoic principles, especially the dreaded Temperance.  Obviously, one could swap out cake for any number of other pleasant things (wine, computer games, sex) but altering the surrounding text so that it still makes sense will not be equally easy in all case.]

Suppose that while visiting a coffee shop you see a bit of cake and you think to yourself "Cake would be nice."  Then by all means eat the cake: in and of itself, cake is morally neutral.  Its existence is neither an impediment nor an aid to Virtue: it is an indifferent.  But it is pleasant and something you would like in your life, so it is a preferred indifferent (the language of modern Stoicism is, at times, comically technical).

But suppose instead that you see the cake and think "I've had more than enough fat and sugar today, I really don't need the cake", and then you eat it anyway!  This would be a failure of Volition.  Your Temperance has helped you set your priorities, you have formulated the appropriate response, but then you act in a manner contrary to your will.  It seems your ethical muscles need training.

There might be other reasons to be suspicious of the cake.  Perhaps you're concerned about the conditions under which it was made (exploited migrant bakers on dodgy work visas) or the provenance of its ingredients: are the eggs free-range?  Your sense of Justice is helping you act in a way that will not compromise your character.  Given that I said cake was morally neutral, it's turning out to be a real mine-field (welcome to virtue ethics).

Stoics seek to make the best decision "all things considered", balancing up different, competing requirements.  In the case of meeting a friend for coffee, the cake is easily avoided if that is what you wish.  But what if instead it is a friend's birthday cake?  You might still decline, if your objection is strong, but you might instead conclude that your concerns about the cake are subordinate to the social role cake-eating plays.  This is not necessarily a failure of Courage, just your Wisdom telling you that your friend's enjoyment of the occasion trumps your own obsession with your waist line.

[As I was writing this, I saw that a related (more general and far more expert) post had gone up at How to be a Stoic.]

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Embracing Stoicism

tl;dr 1. I have decided to become a Stoic, 2. I have also decided to take up blogging again.

I was, in my youth, dismissive of philosophy.  One of the things I liked about science was that you could argue all you liked, but ultimately there was the test: an experiment, and then we'd know who was right and who was wrong (and could move on to arguing about something else).  With no conceivable test, philosophical arguments would just go 'round and 'round with no hope of resolution (or so it seemed to me).

But a few years ago I was asked to contribute to a course about science (scientific thinking and methods), taught to a group of students with a range of science interests.  What physics could I teach when I couldn't rely on any physics background?  I hit on the idea of recreating the "Scientific Revolution", the transition from Aristotelian thinking to classical physics.  The basic phenomena are familiar to everyone and I figured this could be done with a short time devoted to theoretical discussions centred around some crude experiments.  Bear in mind that my knowledge of Aristotelian physics was little more than the precis given near the start of any first year physics textbook, but this project appealed to my interest in history.

Armed with Aristotle's Physics, Galileo's Two New Sciences and Kuhn's The Structure of Scientific Revolutions I wrote my classes.*  This required a lot of reading on my part, and with the Aristotle in particular I was starting from a standing start.  So I went looking for supporting material that might help, and a web search produced the book Answers for Aristotle by one Massimo Pigliucci.  It wasn't the book I was after (although it later proved profitable to me), but it lead me to his blog, Rationally Speaking.  Pigliucci is an evolutionary biologist and a philosopher of science, but on this particular post he was discussing ethics.  In particular, he used the term "virtue ethics".

I wasn't looking for an ethical system, but my interest was piqued by the fact he was daring to disagree with Peter Singer -- probably the only living philosopher I knew by name (and a fellow Aussie!) -- but also because the name "virtue ethics" somehow appealed to me.  It was the start of a slow, but inexorable development of a new interest.

My receptiveness to philosophical reasoning was not a sudden thing -- in part I was just older and wiser -- and Aristotle and Kuhn had forced me to operate in a more philosophical space.**  But I suspect Pigliucci's status as both a scientist and a philosopher gave his writing a certain credibility with me (apparently he was a Professor of evolutionary biology then did a new PhD and became Professor of philosophy!).

One of the most important results of this new interest was the decision to read a bit of Socrates.  Plato's dialogues are rather variable: some of them are breezy reads, others are hard going.  I picked one, more or less at random, and got quite a pleasant introduction.  But before long, his hero Socrates had proven that religion doesn't define morality, trashed sophistry, and demolished the idea that might equals right.  And his primary instrument throughout was rational argumentation.  Perhaps my favourite bit (so far) is not a result, but a statement of method:
Agathon: I cannot refute you, Socrates. Let us assume that what you say is true.
Socrates: Say rather, Agathon, that you cannot refute the truth; for Socrates is easily refuted.
In other words, the relevant point is not who said it, but whether the argument is compelling.  And if you've got a better one: let's hear it.

I was also struck by the example Socrates provides of a life worth living.  Plato's dialogues, in particular the Symposium, paint a picture of a man who, despite his eccentricities, is loved and admired.  He is hardy, brave, congenial and, above all, wise.  And continues to be admired 24 centuries after his death.

Apart from the above I was broadening my horizons with casual readings on epistemology, metaphysics and ethics.  Meanwhile, Professor Pigliucci (now blogging at Footnotes to Plato) had embraced Stoicism.  This was, to me, an interesting development; but I was busy exploring a larger philosophical space.  However, during a conversation with my partner, Edit -- sitting up in bed, discussing our daily business -- I suggested to her that she might like to check out "this Stoicism stuff that a guy I read has been going on about".  Some of the things Pigliucci had been writing about seemed particularly relevant to Edit's concerns, so I pointed her to his blog How to be Stoic.  She bought his book (of the same name) and devoured it; I was happy to have been of help, but was satisfied with my own path.

One of the problems I had with Stoicism was what seemed to me a streak of asceticism***: one of the four cardinal virtues is Temperance****.  I have long seen enjoyment of worldly pleasures as central to a meaningful life -- what is life for, if not to enjoy it?  But Stoics hold that Virtue is chief; anything else you might like in your life is a "preferred indifferent".  Consider wine: I come from South Australia, source of 70% of Australia's wine output.  I spend a significant fraction of my disposable income on wine (in fact, I would have denied that money spent on wine was "disposable").  I pay rental on a temperature controlled cellar.  Yet Stoics would tell me that something so central to my life was an "indifferent".  But what would I do for a really excellent bottle of wine?  Kill?  Rob a bank?  Beat up someone's granny?  Clearly the answer to all the above is no.  In fact, if the focus of my life had been to procure money to afford luxuries, few of my choices would have made sense.   So the Stoics were telling me that my priorities weren't really what I thought they were.  And they were right.

Then philosopher Daniel Kaufman wrote a piece at The Electric Agora arguing that Stoicism isn't really what it seems.  Stoics argue that Virtue isn't merely necessary for a good life, but sufficient.  Kaufman contrasted this with the Aristotelian notion that Virtue is necessary, but so is luck: you need good things to happen to you.  In his characterisation, Stoicism is rather a hedonic philosophy, aimed at helping its practitioners feel good about failing; a kind of religion for losers (my words).  I found this a compelling attack, and was keen to read Pigliucci's reply, and to discuss it with my partner.  Edit honed in on the same point as Pigliucci: pragmatism.  The alternative to embracing Virtue is to accept that your life's value is determined by chance.  I put forward the case that Stoics avoid the problem of failure by redefining it as success.  She countered that some of the examples I was offering were false, because they were poor examples of Stoic decision making.   A Stoic runner doesn't set out to win a gold medal -- that's clearly beyond their control --  so they don't then need a philosophy that helps them feel good about not winning a gold medal.  I did the best job of arguing the contrary that I could, but that day I converted.

Anyway, the above is a rough reconstruction of several years' philosophical development, concluding about a month ago.   I'm returning to writing in part because it's something I miss, but also because reflection is a useful stoic practice.  I've never been one for a diary, but returning to blogging is perhaps a place to start.  And, of course, I burn with the fervour of the newly converted :)


* Don't worry: the students also got instruction from an actual philosopher of science.  Their education wasn't left entirely to the mercy of my dilettante efforts.

** The physics module for this course wound up rather different to my original (ignorant) intentions.  I fell in love with Aristotle, discovered some really interesting medieval thinkers, came to appreciate how the way we respond to new information depends on what else we think we know, and developed a surprising sympathy for epicycles. 

*** And, indeed, Stoicism is descended from Cynicism, the archetype ascetic movement.

**** The others (since you asked) are Courage, Justice and Practical Wisdom.

Monday, 6 July 2015

And yet it moves

Through the internet one discovers that for any thought, there is someone who thinks it.  Of course, some of the minority positions you see advocated are reasonable, or -- at least -- not demonstrably unreasonable.  Topics where there is no widely accepted explanation, or where the mainstream explanation is not entirely satisfactory, are natural and legitimate fields for speculation.  If the proponents are genuine and their ideas well informed, then engagement with fringe ideas can be an interesting and productive exercise; if the idea is completely juvenile (e.g. electric universe) then it is best left alone.  Then there are fervent pseudo-skeptics and poorly motivated conspiracy theories, some of which were well known to me (climate change denial, moon landing hoax); others new, but follow a familiar pattern (HAARP).  When it comes to scientific matters -- especially in areas where I have some special knowledge -- I occasionally take the bait, but I know better than to expect a good outcome.  But recently I encountered a position that actually shocked me; stunned me.  Perhaps it was because it involved both the rejection of well-established science and the invocation of a truly grand conspiracy.  It seems we have been lied to all these years: the Earth is stationary!

At first, I wondered if the post (and, indeed whole identity of the poster) was satirical.  After a bit of poking around, I concluded that was wishful thinking on my part.  Then, a few weeks later, I saw something very similar from a different person.  There's more than one person who thinks this!  Few people will deny things that can be demonstrated in a simple and straightforward way: I haven't yet seen "Planes don't really fly - the airline industry is a hoax!".  But even many basic aspects of the way we understand the world to work are not so simply demonstrable - they often require a level of trust (that the information you're being given is true) and an evaluation of multiple pieces of evidence for a most probable, parsimonious explanation.  If one is inclined to be suspicious then one might reject the evidence, or one might dissent in the evaluation of the "naturalness" of a given explanation; neither is necessarily crazy.  So I started to think about the evidence for the motion of the Earth, in an effort to evaluate how crazy it would be to reject it.

From the point of view of pre-modern astronomy (before the telescope) the motion of the Earth is particularly thorny because there is an almost exact symmetry between heliocentrism and geocentrism.  The sky changes either because the Earth is stationary and the sky ("Celestial Sphere") moves, or the sky is stationary and the Earth moves.  The two propositions produce exactly the same observations.  Hence both Copernicus and Kepler had to defend themselves from charges of "novelty": simply coming up with a new model because they could.  Of course, the ancients realised that a moving Earth would have some physical consequences, although they weren't entirely correct about what those would be.  We can't really blame them for that - mechanics in a rotating reference frame is actually quite tricky.  Nevertheless, they looked for such effects, didn't find any, and -- quite correctly -- concluded that the Earth was stationary.

The observation of Venus through a telescope by Galileo and others from 1610 onwards provided a genuinely new piece of information.  Venus, as observed from the Earth, goes through phases just like the Moon does.  The Ptolemaic model, the dominant pre-modern (and geocentric) astronomical model, was pretty vague about the relative positions of the Sun and inner planets, but no matter which way you arrange things you can't get it to produce a complete cycle of phases for Venus.  The Copernican model was consistent with the observations of Venus, but so was another geocentric model, the model of Tycho Brahe.  In the Tychonic model, the Sun orbits the Earth, and all the other planets orbit the Sun.  However, the Tychonic model would soon lose out to convenience.

During the first quarter of the 17th Century, Johannes Kepler produced a heliocentric model based on ellipses, which proved to be far more efficient at describing planetary motion than the circles of the Copernican and Tychonic systems.  The ephemerides he produced, the Rudolphine Tables, were so convenient that the astronomical community adopted heliocentrism despite its physical problems; but at that time it was still not clear that physics and astronomy would ever have much to say about each other.  In other words: Kepler's model could be a convenient computational device without being a realistic model of how things actually work. That changed in 1687 when Isaac Newton published his Universal Theory of Gravitation.  Newton provided a precise physical theory that explained Kepler's model.

All that is nice and, for the physics and astronomy communities at the end of the seventeenth century, compelling.  But that is still not actual proof that the Earth itself moves.  Before going further, we should specify the two types of motion required by Kepler's model.  Firstly, the Earth must rotate: this provides the alternation of day and night, depending on whether the bit of Earth you're standing on is facing the Sun.  Secondly, the Earth must revolve around the Sun: this produces the procession of the constellations across the evening sky over the course of a year.

Galileo had proposed that the moons of Jupiter could be used as a clock with which to determine longitude on Earth.  This method was not useful on ships, where the required observations were impractical, but was successfully used on land.  However, those who produced the necessary tables noticed a problem: sometimes their predictions were out a bit.  Ole Roemer realised that if Earth and Jupiter orbited the Sun, then the distance between the two planets changed with time.  If the speed of light were finite, then the time at which a particular Jovian moon would be observed in a particular position would depend on the travel time for the light.  In 1676 he estimated that it takes light 11 minutes to travel from the Sun to the Earth: a bit slow, but of the right magnitude.

The clearest consequence of a revolving Earth is that of stellar parallax: the observed position of a star should shift over the course of the year as the position of the Earth changes.  It was whilst looking for this that James Bradley discovered a more surprising, and subtle, effect: stellar aberration.  In a series of observations from 1725 to 1728, Bradley observed an annual oscillation in the position of star gamma Draconis.  In 1729 he published an explanation: the speed of light is finite (as demonstrated by Roemer), so for that part of the year when the Earth is travelling perpendicular to the direction of the star's light, the telescope moves while the light is travelling down its tube!  This results in a shift in the apparent position of the star.  From the size of the aberration he was able to deduce the relative speeds of the Earth and light, and hence the time it takes light to get from the Sun to the Earth: 8 mins 12 seconds.  Not bad!

It turns out that the distances to the stars are so large, and therefore the angle of parallax so small, that it was not conclusively observed for another hundred years.  It was Friedrich Bessel who finally made a positive measurement, on the star 61 Cygni, in 1838.

But what about the Earth's rotation?  A freely falling object will experience an apparent deflection in the direction of rotation:  the Coriolis force.  This is somewhat counter-intuitive; it is perhaps useful to think in terms of conservation of angular momentum, e.g. the increased rate of rotation of an ice skater as they pull their arms in.  In 1771, Giovanni Guglielmini dropped spheres from a tower.  A fall of 241 feet resulted in an eastward deflection of about seven tenths of an inch!  Artillerists would eventually have to correct for Coriolis force if they wanted to hit their target, and today it is central to our understanding of weather.

However, there is a simpler way to see the motion of the Earth.  In 1851, Leon Foucault installed a large pendulum in the Pantheon in Paris.  As the pendulum swings back and forth, the Earth goes through its daily rotation, rotating under the pendulum.  The direction of the pendulum's swing, in terms of the room in which it is installed, changes.  At the poles, the line of the pendulum's swing rotates 360 degrees per day; at the equator it rotates not at all.

Today we live on a planet surrounded by artificial satellites; we routinely use them for communication and navigation.  The Gaia observatory uses parallax to measure the distances of stars tens of thousands of light-years away.  We have sent probes to every planet in the solar system, and New Horizons is starting the exploration of the Kuyper belt.  But what do these things matter to the true crackpot!?  The history of science is all lies: the above remembrances ignore the many contradictory results.  And the reported effects are tiny, dependent on expensive equipment and the product of elite knowledge.  The various space programs of all those countries: lies.  Why should all those people, irrespective of nationality, politics or religion engage in a multi-national, multi-generational conspiracy?  I don't know, but I'm sure someone does!

Well, our crackpot could find a Foucault pendulum and spend a few hours observing it, if they have the patience; but they might suspect some interference.  There is usually some driver to keep the pendulum going.  They might build one themselves, but ensuring it swings straight is tricky, and it will need regular re-starting.

Instead, how about the old water swirling down the drain phenomenon?  The notion that the direction a water swirls out a sink/toilet/bath is determined by which hemisphere it's in (via Coriolis) is a myth: local conditions -- the way the water was poured in, the shape of the basin etc. -- dominate.  But, if the experiment is performed carefully, Coriolis can produce the expected effect.  This is beautifully demonstrated by Derek Muller and Destin Sandlin in a pair of Youtube videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihv4f7VMeJw and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDorTBEhEtk (I recommend going to the effort of synchronising the videos - it really is pretty cool).  I think most of us would be happy to accept that this is a true record of an honest and competent experiment, but the experiment is simple enough that the skeptic could perform it at home, at least for one hemisphere.  Perhaps the skeptic travels, or perhaps they know someone they trust in the other hemisphere, who could repeat the experiment there.  Maybe they could find someone on the internet - you meet all sort of people there.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Pakeha

Note: The inconsistent use of macrons in this article is not a reflection of their linguistic importance, but only of the laziness of the author.

Thursday, 4 October 2012

Dredd, and loving it.

The appearance of another Judge Dredd film has caused me to re-activate my status as Dredd fanboy.  I first encountered Judge Dredd when I was about 10 in a Best of 2000AD comic, and, as far as introductions go, I lucked out.  It was the story introducing Judge Death, one of the particularly memorable (and one of the few returning) baddies.  This story also introduced Judge Anderson of the Psi division.  I had never been much of a comics reader and I was quite shocked -- and fascinated -- by how dark and violent it was: I had no idea comics could be like that.  But that wasn't what kept me coming back.

The world that Dredd inhabited seemed frighteningly plausible (and, perhaps, does again).  Humanity crammed into super-cities, much of the planet uninhabitable, unemployment the norm.  Laura Norder has trumped all other political considerations leading to the creation of the Judges: a "super police" who both apprehend the criminal and sentence them on the spot, dispensing with the red-tape of trials, lawyers and juries.  And the high-density idle humanity keep them very busy.  The people of Megacity One as usually seen in colourful, "future punk" clothing (with the notable exception of Max Normal "the pin-stripe freak") and consume their time on earth playing Pin Boing, flying (often unsuccessfully) in bat suits, high-altitude graffiti, growing fantastically fat, or indulging in bloody inter-neighbourhood "block wars".

The necessity of extreme measures to maintain order often make Dredd a morally non-trivial character.  Dredd is a clone of the founding Judge, Fargo, and a legend even among the Judges; he is ethically (almost) one-dimensional, utterly devoted to the maintenance of The Law.  This means he can function as both anti-hero and hero.  The characteristics that make him a superlative Judge do not make him a nice person.  Whilst sometimes the plots are of Earth-shattering significance, often they're not.  One of my favourites involves Dredd chasing a litterer.

And his adventures are often delivered with straight-faced black humour. 

Fortunately, I only found out about the new movie quite recently, because I've found the subsequent wait interminable.  A good friend got tickets to the Auckland preview, which was greatly enhanced by finding the star, Karl Urban, tearing the tickets at the door!  But how did I find the film?

The cast was generally good and the leads were great.  Visually, it was bland and grimey.  The streets were relatively empty and the vehicles slightly old fashioned; with perhaps a late 80s theme to the movie in general.  The exceptions are the Judges and their equipment, which is slightly futuristic.  Dredd's Lawmaster looked good.  The cityscape is modern but rundown, with a giant skyscraper ("Block") on every city block.  Most of the film occurs inside one of these Blocks, and it looks like a very tall version of the impoverished housing developments popular in British crime drama.  I think the intention was to depict a civilisation halted by catastrophe, and to create some "immediacy" by having it look mundane, but for me it just looked half-assed, like the main characters were wearing costumes, but no one else was.  Certainly the Block was not convincing as a place where one could lead his whole life.

We were promised graphic violence and it was provided in buckets, with gruesome deaths, unpleasant images and 3D sprays of cgi blood.  The little ritual from the comic where Dredd announces the type of bullet before firing was fortunately preserved (but no ricochet -- my favourite).  Anderson uses her psi powers to good effect, and despite her inevitable capture doesn't need rescuing.  Dredd's script is kept suitably brief, almost like the comic.  Occasionally, just occasionally, there's a slight delay, as if there is thought behind the mask; its entirely enough.  The film has the plot of a platform game, the goal being to get from the bottom to the top, but it's a reasonably entertaining trip.  The mid-film surprise is not a plot twist, but a demonstration of the bad guys' (and film makers') cavalier attitude to humanity.  It doesn't matter: it's still shocking.

The film Dredd gets the characters right but, like the previous Stallone version, gets the backdrop wrong.  The lunacy of life lead under extreme conditions is forgotten, instead we get a vertical slum.  Judge Dredd is a double act, the Judge is one half, the City the other.  Neither film adaptation has properly understood that.  I was left disappointed by the wafer thinness of plot, but only later realised that Dredd is an anomalous action movie: it's actually character driven.  Dredd works because the relationship between Dredd and Anderson works, because Anderson's conviction in her own worth grows sufficiently slowly that it actually is a process.  True to the comic, there are no stirring speeches, just trial by fire.

I enjoyed the movie, but while watching the credits I couldn't imagine watching it again.  Twenty four hours later, I'm keen to revisit it, to see it what I think is there really is.

Friday, 17 August 2012

100% Unemployment

A while ago I heard a seemingly radical proposal.  Instead of having unemployment benefits, carers' benefits, disability pensions, the old-age pension and so on; just pay everyone in the country a universal allowance.  The main motivation of the proponent was to remove the stigma associated with some of these (especially unemployment), however what struck me was the efficiency of such a scheme.  It would be (more or less) fiscally neutral as wage earners would have their allowance taken back through increased income tax.  Despite the churn (the government handing out money and, in most cases, taking it straight back) it would lead to the abolition of a significant chunk of the public service: all that chasing job seekers and assessing disability claims would be unnecessary.  Needless to say, the political leaders of this great nation showed no sign of being inspired by this idea.

I thought of it again recently, however, in a rather different context.  The usual urging to greater efficiency and productivity in the private sector, and cutting of costs in the public sector have been steadily growing louder as the global economic environment continues struggle.  I think few people appreciate that "increased efficiency", "improved productivity" and "cost-cutting" are all euphemisms for "sacking people", both directly and indirectly (e.g. using less printer paper, forcing the paper supplier to sack people).  Of course, in some countries the meaning of the word "austerity" has become quite transparent.  However, all this is true in good times as well as bad.  An improvement in productivity (such as one driven by technological innovation) means a decreased need for labour, once the need for that good or service is close to saturated.  Innovation, organisation, efficiency: these are the natural enemies of employment.

The fact that near-universal unemployment is an inevitable result of a technological civilisation is no revelation.  Whether it's the utopian vision of Star Trek, where the combination of advanced technology and social innovation has liberated humanity from the need to work; or the dystopian visions of Brave New World, where innovation is suppressed so as to maintain the need for menial labour, or 1984, where perpetual war consumes production so that it cannot benefit humanity; this is a well-explored idea.  A more mundane scenario is offered by Judge Dredd, where near total unemployment leads to increased crime (and suitably draconian measures to control it) and the popularity of impressively reckless hobbies.  One memorable Judge Dredd story involved a riot sparked by rumours of a job opening as a "human canary" at a gas plant.  The canary just sits around all day, but if he or she suddenly keels over then the robots know there's a gas leak.

Whilst unemployment rates rise and fall according to local and global fluctuations in economic activity, it's possible we are already entering the phase where growth in production overwhelms growth in demand.  As Guy Rundle pointed out -- in a report on the global financial crisis -- much of the economic activity of developed countries already consists of selling coffee to each other.  The incredible growth over the last century in executive wages (as multiples of the average wage) is well documented.  There are, no doubt, many factors in this: one being a disconnection between the interests of the company and those of the people running it, leaving the foxes in charge of the hen-house.  But it's possible that we are already seeing the narrowing of the pyramid of production, with (relatively) fewer staff involved in actually producing and distributing goods and services.  Those profits have got to go somewhere, and they're winding up at the top.  Do we follow this to its logical conclusion, when developments in technology and infrastructure (both physical and social) mean that the profits of production are entirely in the hands of the person who owns the machine that makes everything, and the chief technician who pushes the button?

Sooner or later we will have to make the transition to a society where employment -- in the sense of each individual needing to work to sustain themselves -- no longer exists.  This will involve massive challenges, as it means that the people of that future civilisation will need to be motivated by rather different causes than the bulk of today's humanity.  This will also require further changes in the way we control production, to distribute the spoils of production in an equitable way that still rewards those responsible for production.  Abolishing the kind of "hand outs" mentioned above in favour of just paying everyone a "dividend" -- a share of the collective production -- seems a modest step in that direction.

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Valkiwi

K. and I went to the NZSO's concert production of Valkyrie on Saturday night.  Valkyrie might well be my favourite opera and I was really looking forward to this given what a success the Auckland Philharmonia's Rheingold was last year.

The stage was crammed full of musicians, with just a bit of space left for the singers up front.  When the first violin came out to tune-up the orchestra it was clear that this was going to be good: they were all together, no messing about.  I confess that after Rheingold I was slightly apprehensive about the brass during the 1st act prelude, but there was no need to be: these guys were good.

Although it was just a concert production, the cast made considerable effort to include as much action and acting as possible.  I was actually getting nervous about the singers' entrances as the prelude was coming to a close -- my usual experience of concert productions is that the singers sit up-front throughout -- but sure enough our Siegfried appeared in time, as did our Sieglinde a little while later.

The cast was uniformly excellent, but Edith Haller (Sieglinde), was the stand-out for both of us.  She was delightful to watch on stage, at turns playful and reserved; and she sang with incredible power and beautiful tone.  I particularly liked the way she sang her brief low sections ("ein Greis in grauem Gewand"), but she effortlessly leaped into the big stuff too ("O hehrstes Wunder! Herrlichste Maid!").  The brass was a little tentative in the prelude to act 2, and it would have been nice to have another hunting horn or two in the finale to act 2, but I guess you can't have everything.  We did get nearly an hour and a half for dinner, which was appreciated.  We dashed down to Vivace (a regular haunt) and the Valkyrie programmes visible on nearby tables showed that it was popular choice.

The prelude to act 3 was as tight and tidy as I've ever heard, with the front of stage filled with a great cast of valkyrie managing to look suitably amazonian even in the usual concert evening-wear.  Again, despite the concert setting, they did a great job Brunnhilde's approach, apparently watching her and Sieglinde rushing in from a distance, generating real drama from the cry that Grane has stumbled.  Sieglinde's exit led K. to suggest that, despite the incredible barrage of valkyrie and orchestra we got at the start of the act, Haller could have sung over top of the lot.  In the finale, the inclusion of some red lighting suggested the flames that surrounded Brunnhilde; a nice touch.

The strength of this production is perhaps best summed-up by saying how engaging all the lengthy dialogues were; these are a challenge of both singing and acting, requiring tight integration with the orchestra.   Tchaikovsky complained of "endlessly long dialogues"; but on this night, there was just great musical drama.