Monday, June 29, 2009

tag from teambudd1

This is a guest post from Carri Budd. You can find @teambudd1 on Twitter.
 
A man who I respect and enjoy on Twitter tagged me and requested that I
post answers to these questions, and add one of my own. I am not shy,
and I enjoy writing, so here goes...
 
1. What are your current obsessions?
 
  Obsession(s) plural? Well, the first obsession would have to be
Twitter. A friend told me about Twitter just a few short months ago. I
signed on at the end of March, '09. My first impression was negative.
"Why would I want to sit here and read about people who are posting
about themselves? Aren't there enough self-centered people around?" I
had a very negative impression, and wasn't sure I even wanted to
"tweet." But, the friend who had told me about it seemed genuinely
enthusiastic, and this was someone whose opinion I valued, so I
persevered. What I discovered was this: there are a lot of interesting,
intelligent, funny, fun, caring people out in the "twitterverse" who are
HAPPY, perhaps even EAGER to connect with each other, including
connecting with me. I am obsessed with Twitter because I can
communicate with people from ALL OVER THE WORLD in real time. I have
made friends on Twitter that I would gladly welcome into my home. These
are people who a few months ago, I didn't know existed, and now we are
friends. They talk about world politics, national politics, they have
something to say about their values and beliefs, their homes, families,
pets, lovers, friends, preoccupations, wishes, hopes, dreams,
disappointments, achievements, challenges. Basically, the people who I
follow most closely on Twitter are REAL and tweet about the real things
in their lives. They tweet in a way that is both interesting,
compelling, and heart-touching (and often funny). I love people, and I
always have. What I do for a living has always been about connection and
caring about people. So, Twitter is a natural fit for me, a way for me
to connect to more people, more of the time. It has become an obsession
because I look forward to connecting with new friends there, and
reconnecting with the friends I have made. Maybe that sounds corny, but
I am a corny kind of woman, and that is what Twitter is for me. It's a
fun, interesting, meaningful obsession.
 
Other obsessions...I am slightly obsessed with fitness. Not officially,
completely obsessed with fitness. I am competitive by nature, and I am
currently having a bit of a competition with myself to see how fit I can
get...kind of like a dare. I set goals and then push to achieve them. I
have set backs, like this week when an old whiplash injury got
re-triggered and my neck and upper back were in muscle spasm. It is part
of the fun of the dare...not letting temporary set backs permanently
side-line me. I was never athletic as a kid. I was awkward and clumsy,
the girl no one wanted on their kickball team at recess. So I didn't
really enjoy physical activities when I was younger. In my 20's and 30's
I worked out, but it was more a self-imposed torture based on fear of
becoming old and out of shape. Now I am old(er) and life events have led
me to be somewhat out of shape. Now, though, I have an attitude of love
and appreciation for my body that I didn't have when I was younger. The
competition is with no one but myself, and as I see my body change,
improve, get stronger, and respond through training and repetition, my
respect for my muscles and bones and joints and organs grows. I have
some very real physical limitations based on old injuries. An example is
that I am limited to only bicycling or swimming for aerobic activities,
because of joint problems in both knees and both ankles. When my
orthopedic Doctor told me, "No more weight bearing cardiac exercise" my
first inclination was to feel sorry for myself and give in to being
sedentary and accepting the health risks associated with that. But, I
thought about it, and realized this: I have always enjoyed bicycling and
swimming. Why let the fact that I am limited to two activities that I
enjoy dictate failure? Why not re-write this story with a successful
outcome? So, I embarked on a fitness program and began modifying my diet
and increasing my exercise. I've gone from tiring easily after a short bike ride, to riding up to 20 or so miles at least once a week. I am working toward completing a 50-55 mile bike ride by the end of July. It is a slight obsession,because if for some reason I am unable to achieve this goal, I will simply congratulate myself for the progress I have made, and continue setting goals.
 
2. What item from your wardrobe do you wear most?
 
  I have a pair of leopard print sling-back flats that are both sexy
and comfortable, and I wear them every chance I get. I can't wear them
when I'm at work, so I wear them anywhere and everywhere and no where
when I'm not at work. I have gotten compliments and grins from the most
unexpected male acquaintances, and of course, all my women friends love
them. You DO know that women dress more for other women than for men?
Well, if we were dressing for men, we would all be in French maid's
outfits or scanty vixenish sex-kitten outfits all the time. Back to my
leopard print sling-back flats, when I wear them, both men and women
compliment me and smile. I like them so much, that I went back to the
store and bought two more pair, so that when the first pair wears out I
will still have them. (Women do things like this when they find
something that really works for them.) Other than that, I can't say that
I have one wardrobe favorite. I like to dress colorfully, and I like to
wear things that make me feel good. I do have this one turquoise colored
blouse that always attracts attention when I wear it. My eyes are kind
of a turquoise/teal blue, and when I wear this one particular turquoise
blouse, I hear from my male and female friends what beautiful eyes I
have. They don't necessarily comment on the blouse, but the blouse makes
them comment on my eyes. I guess that is what a pretty blouse is
supposed to do, huh?
 
3. What was the last thing you bought?
 
  I'm not sure if this is technically a "thing" but I bought myself a
massage today. It was an indulgence that I needed with my neck and back
in muscle spasm. The massage therapist was new to me, recommended by a
friend, but obviously not new to massage. She did a marvelous job and
put me back in prime form! A good massage induces a state of altered
consciousness that is both grounding and mind expanding, and that is
exactly what this massage did for me, as well as releasing about a
year's worth of tension. It was the best investment I have made in
myself in months, and I will definately return sooner, rather than
later, to this wonderful miracle worker. Now, as far as a "thing" I
purchased recently...I guess my most favorite recent purchase was my
Blackberry...which was a gift to myself about two months ago. I had a
cell phone that I wasn't happy with, and I upgraded to the Blackberry,
which I now understand why they call a "crackberry." I am addicted to it
and carry it with me everywhere, and DM, text, and tweet from it almost
continuously (hence the addiction, it feeds my obsession). My kids tease
me about it, my friends tease me about it, my boss teases me about it. I
will let them pry it from my cold, dead hands...that the only way they
are getting it, you hear? Solidarity with President Obama on this one!
(Maybe that should have gone up in the obsessions section? LOL)
 
4. What are you listening to?
 
  I enjoy almost any type of live music. I go out about once a week
and listen to the local talent sing Karaoke. I know that may sound
dreadful, but in the small town where I live, there is definately a wide
variety of real talent. Only occasionally do I find myself wincing
whilst others are attempting to sing, and usually if I do wince it is
because the person is too intoxicated to know they are off key or they
are one of the rare individuals who just doesn't know how bad they are
at singing. But most of the regulars who sing Karaoke locally are quite
talented, frustrated musical types who work at some day job and sing for
free, to my benefit. I hear all kinds of music, from old show tunes,
ballads, big band era tunes (like Sinatra and Perry Como), to country
and rock and roll. I love going to the local Karaoke hang outs because
in this small town where I live, the crowd is a cross section of society
with all ages from 21 to 90 represented, and all different musical
tastes represented, and different musical eras represented. While I
don't sing myself (I don't want to be one of the one's people are
cringing at), I enjoy being in the presence of people who do sing, and
sing quite well. I enjoy the fact that everyone in this small town
Karaoke crowd supports everyone else. There is an unspoken code at small
town Karaoke that you support everyone's attempt, even if they can't
sing or are too drunk to get through the song respectully. An example of
this is once, a mutual friend and I witnessed a regular who literally
was so drunk he was falling asleep with the microphone in his hand mid
song. We could have laughed at him, but we didn't. We held him up, and
my friend finished the song for him, then we gently woke him up and
encouraged him to get a safe ride home. Small town karaoke is a safe,
warm place. It is a musical melting pot, and that is cool to witness and
experience. When I am choosing the music, I like to choose based on my
mood. In my heart I am a blues lover...but I will listen to almost any
style of music. I've recently discovered the talented guitar work
of Mr. David Wilcox, out of Asheville, North Carolina. A friend who I
work with is from Asheville, and a music lover, and introduced me to his
admirable talent. He is a southern gent who plays wicked guitar licks
and his song lyrics are either witty, heart-touching, or both. I am a
James Taylor fan for many, many years. That can be attributed to the
memory of my first serious boyfriend who took me to a park one beautiful
spring day and played guitar and serenaded me with "How Sweet It Is To
Be Loved By You." When I'm feeling silly, I love the B-52's, Love Shack.
Awesome hot silly fun.
 
5. What is your earliest happy memory? (This is my new question.)
 
  When I was in 1st grade, my Mother used to pick me up at school
about twice a month on the Friday's when she got paid, and take me to
McDonald's for lunch. I grew up in a large family (there were 8 of us
squalling, demanding, clawing for attention), and time alone with my Mom
was at a premium. She would unceremoniously come to my school and pick
me up for lunch. We would sit under the golden arches of McDonald's and
eat our cheeseburgers and fries, and with no words being spoken about
love or connection, I knew that Mom loved me. To this day, sometimes I
find myself craving a lousy McDonald's cheeseburger, and I know when
that craving hits that no other fast food lousy burger will do. What
that McDonald's cheeseburger says to me, as I taste each salty, greasy
bite of good badness, is "Mom loves me." It is a simple, deep, and
unbreakable connection. My Mom died about 8 years ago now. I wish before
she had passed on that I had thought to tell her what those lunch time
trips to McDonald's, alone, with her, meant to me. Those lunches have
gotten me through many bumps along the road. Mom, if you are listening,
thanks for the Mickey D's, and the love.
 
6. What are you reading?
 
  I am ashamed to admit that since I started Twittering, I have not
been reading. My magazines are piling up and they stare at me with an
attitude of outrageous indignation. I have brand new books that sit on
my bookshelves, untouched since purchase. The last book started to read
was back in March, about the time I started tweeting. It is a small
green paperback, something I ordinarily would digest in a day or two. I
read the first 20 pages and it sits on my bedside stand, neglected and
lonely. The title is "Less...Accomplishing More By Doing Less." Author
is Marc Lesser. Interesting last name, don't you think, given the title
of the book? Anyway, I do enjoy reading comedy, romance novels,
autobiographies, philosophical writings, religious writings (Dali Lama
is one of my favorites), almost anything but war epics. I am a pacifist
at heart, and I don't have the heart to read about folks killing each
other off. I guess what I read lately is tweets and blogs and online
poetry and online short stories. Through Facebook, I reconnected with an
old flame, who is now a published author of poems and short stories. His
name is David Landrum, and if you care to look him up, there are some
well written short stories out there by my old sweetheart.
 
7. What are four words to describe you?
 
  Intelligent - I didn't realize this about myself until I was in my
mid 30's. I have always been intelligent, I just wasn't self-aware about
it when I was younger. I loved school, always. I loved learning new
things and experimenting with my new knowledge through writing and math
formulas and taking tests and quizzes. This to me, was never anything
but joy. I was the kid who had the light bulb go on in class and
eagerly (dork-like) threw my hand into the air with a sense of
immediacy, eyes pleading to the teacher, "Call on me! Call on me!" Fresh
out of high school, I enlisted in the U.S. Army. The military
administered some kind of aptitude test to me, and based on the results,
offered me the opportunity to attend West Point Military Academy. Being
young and unaware, I did not recognize this as the opportunity of a life
time for a poor girl from lowly beginnings, and I promptly declined.
When I was in my 30's, I went back to college to obtain my Master's
Degree. I was married, and raising two kids.
I sailed through a tough, competitive Master's program with all A's
(well, one "B" because I accidentally overlooked one question on an
essay exam final.) This was the time when I realized, "hey, I'm
intelligent." I was working full time, raising two kids, and
(unfortunately) dealing with the demise of my marriage, and yet I
continued to excell in a Master's level educational program where
younger, less challenged class mates were dropping like flies. Knowing
that I am intelligent is not a free ride ticket, however. The longer I
live, the more I recognize that there are many types of intelligence.
The gift I was given, to be able to assimilate classroom knowledge and
regurgitate it for exam and assignment purposes, is just that, a gift.
It is not indicative of high moral character or a measure of my worth.
It is simply something I came into the world with. I am grateful for the
gift, but I do not hold myself above anyone based on this ability. I
have met people who never graduated from high school, who had challenges
I never faced, who have a different kind of intelligence about them.
Survival skills, ability to work with ones hands, creativity, etc. The
ability to excell in institutions of learning is not the most important,
or the most valuable form of intelligence. It is the only form of
intelligence that allows individuals in this particular society to
accomplish certain types of goals, like being a professional in the
medical or legal field. This is a gift for which I am eternally
grateful, as my life has been easier because of this gift. But, I am not
of the assumption that this gift places me in a position of favor over
people with other gifts. Additionally, intelligent people are capable of
failure of catastrophic proportions. Read the headlines if you think I
am wrong.
 
  Fun - I love a good time. If you can make me laugh, you are my
friend. If I can make you laugh, I will. Life is too short to be
unhappy. Laughter is good for the circulation, the spirit, and the
immune system. Let's have some fun while we are here. I am known for
making the atmosphere at work fun. I want the people I work with to look
forward to coming to work. Drudgery is old school. Happy people are more
productive, anyway. Just a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go
down, in the most delightful way. Whistle while you work. Etc, etc....
 
  Caring - I take people into my heart easily. This is, I think,
another gift I have been given. I care about the things that happen to
people, about the way they handle the things that happen to them, about
whether or not they are coping. I try to help people cope, try to help
them build strength where they are weak. I try to help them see new
possibilities that otherwise they might have missed. I like that I care
deeply about the people who I let into my heart. It is one of the things
I like most about who I am, and it is also one of the things that
sometimes hurts me. I know that I wouldn't change this based on avoiding
hurt, though. It is a privilege to care deeply, and feeling hurt is a
part of the privilege.
 
  Sexy - I can't help it. Another gift. It is what it is and I am what
I am. No apologies. Sometimes, though, I wish people would see the other
three things first. I was not self-aware about this when I was younger, either. I saw myself as "the dorky girl", not "the hot girl". Now I know
 that I am both.
 
8. What are your guilty pleasures?
 
  Other than my "crackberry" and Twitter? LOL. This is a hard question
for me. I am over feeling guilt about things I choose to eat, or most
forms of pleasure. I say life is about enjoying oneself, and we should
ENJOY. I don't watch much TV, so I can't fess up to some reality TV show
or soap opera. It's not that I'm a TV snob...I just spend my time doing
other things, most of the time. OK, here is a big confession. I like to
smoke a bit of MJ now and then. Guilty. Pleasurable. It is not a daily
thing, or even a monthly thing, or something that I am addicted to. I
could live the rest of my life quite happily without this substance.
Still, once in a great while, I want to get that marvelously altered
state of consciousness that only that particular substance will induce.
There...a big guilty pleasure. Shh...don't tell. It is also an
absolutely fabulous aphrodisiac. SEX and MJ....two guilty pleasures
together...guilt on top of guilt...pleasure on top of pleasure. Add
music and munchies and I am a guilty, fabulously happy woman. I do not
advocate that people who live happily without this substance go out and
take it up. I don't advocate daily use, although do not judge those who
choose this. I just am confessing my particular guilty pleasure. I also
am an advocate for legalization of this substance. If you research it,
you will find that it is a very benign substance (especially when
compared to alcohol, the other LEGAL mind altering substance, or nicotine.)
 
9. If I were a God/Goddess who would I be?
 
  Venus of course. Enough said.
 
10. Who/what makes you laugh until you are weak?
 
  I am a fan of comedy of many types. I like dry humor, intelligent
humor and sophomoric humor. There is a young up and coming comedian who
has been featured on Comedy Central, named Bo Burnham, who I find fresh
and intelligent and just sexual enough to be intriguing. He is only 18
and is going to be a big star. I love the intelligence of Steve Martin
and have seen most of his comedy skits/movies over the years. Tim
Allen's books are funny and intelligent, two of my favorite
combinations. Woody Allen is another bright spot. I loved John Belushi
and The Blues Brothers movies combined comedy and blues music, two of my
favorites. On Twitter, @guestblogme, @BlokesLib, and @badwebsites are
three of my favorites who always can get a smile out of me. Oh, and
there is also the popular and much loved @FizzyDuck, queen of
one-liners. On radio, I like and respect Howard Stern, because he is
intelligent and he will say what most people would think but not say out
loud. But, I don't have Sirius, so I don't listen to him with any
regularity. Sometimes I will read his show notes on line or listen to
him on You-Tube.
 
 11. What is your favorite spring thing to do?
 
  I am a puddle stomper of great enthusiasm and renown. Where I live,
it only rains Oct-March. Most of the rain is too cold to
enthusiastically stomp around in. But, sometimes during the spring, we
get some warm rain storms, and then, watch out puddles! When I was a
kid, growing up in Ohio, during the hot, humid summers, we were too poor
to be able to afford to go to the local swimming pool. One of the best
treats in the world was when my Mom would allow us to go out and play in
the rain. If there was no lightening, she would take our shoes off and
bless our puddle stomping, rain dancing exuberance.
So, when spring comes to central coast California, if there is a warm
rain, you can expect to see me stomping, bare footed, grinning, in some
puddles. I hope to never lose this piece of childhood delight.
Also, one of my favorite things to do in the spring is garden. It is
another thing that connects me to my Mother, I think. I have memories of
working alongside her in the spring, planting, digging in the dirt,
watching things sprout and grow. Sometimes I think I feel her presence
when I am digging in the dirt. I am peaceful, connected. Hi Mom.
 
12. When you die, what would you like people to say about you at your
funeral?
 
  The truth. Funerals are more for the people left on earth than the
departed. When I am gone, I want people to speak their truth about me,
whatever that is. I would like them to say what they need to say to
have closure, to comfort themselves, and to be true to themselves.
That's all.
 
13. What was the best thing you ate or drank recently?
 
  My tastes in food are simple, actually. This morning I ate some
ripe strawberries from the local farmer's market with some Greek yogurt.
The strawberries were very sweet, and the yogurt was tart, and it was a
winning combination. I love fresh fruits of almost all kinds. Fresh
vegetables are always a favorite, too. My daughter and I love steamed
artichokes. It is a treat to shop with her, carefully select our
artichokes together, and then enjoy the aroma as they steam on the range
top. When we sit down to eat them together, I am not sure if it is the
artichoke or the sharing I enjoy most.
 
14. When did you last go for a night out? Friday night June 19th, to
Karaoke with my girlfriends. I have a standing weekly date with a few close friends, and I will NOT give this up. We have fun. Enough said.
 
15. What is your favorite film ever?
 
  This puddle stomping rain lover loves, and has always loved,
"Singing In The Rain." Other favorites include "Casa Blanca" and "The
Wizard of Oz."
 
16. Share some wisdom.
 
  I tweeted this recently. I was having a DM conversation with a
friend from Twitter who is caught in a painful love triangle. I have
experienced that myself. We were talking about how sometimes smart
people fall in love with someone even though they know the situation
can't yield what they really want and deserve from a relationship. What
I tweeted was this, "The heart doesn't care about what we deserve from
love. The heart just knows love when love presents itself." What I know
about love is that it sneaks up on people when they aren't expecting it,
and sometimes we love the right person at the wrong time, but the bare
bones of loving is that when we love, we aren't logical or rational.
Love is love and doesn't yield to rational argument all that well. So, I
say, learn to embrace the love and let go of the expectation of getting
your agenda met. Simple, but not easy.
 
17. What song can't you get out of your head?
 
  James Taylor's "Steamroller Blues." There is a story attached to
this song, but not a story I can share here. Another guilty pleasure,
but also a song I don't want to let get out of my head.
 
18. What are you looking forward to?
 
  Being in love again.
 
19. If you could change one detail from your past, what would that be?
 
  I love who I am, where I am, and if I went around messing with the
past, I would be changing the present. I can't imagine changing
anything. I have no regrets. I don't live that way.
 
20. What is your life philosophy?
 
  BE HERE NOW. It is about not dwelling on the past, or fretting about
the future. I want to be in the present moment as much as possible. I
want to be present to enjoy the present. Hence the answer to the
previous question, which is about the past. I enjoy revisiting the past
from time to time, but I don't want to live there or beat myself up over
decisions gone bad. Hind sight is always 20/20...and I know that I am
capable of learning from each choice I make and the subsequent outcome.
When people spend all their time jumping back and forth between the past
and the future, they risk missing out on the present moment with all of
it's wondrous potential for joy, peace, wisdom, humor, and yes, even
grief and sadness and pain. I want to LIVE my life, not remember it or
be so busy plotting it out that I forget to be here. The now moments ARE
what life is all about.

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Feature | Odaiba Gundam.

This is a guest post from Rohan Likhite. You can find @RohanLikhite on Twitter, or check out more of his blog writing from his Posterous profile here.

So, they built a 1:1 scare replica of the RX-78 to protect Odaiba from the forces of pollution? I don't know. I shoud really be studying. But this is just amazing. Looks like they built it for the upcoming Gundam summer festival - celebrating the franchise's 30th Anniversary. Starting from July, this monster is almost a 1:1 scale representation of its anime counterpart, and boasts intricate mechanical details reminiscent of Bandai Master Grade model kits for those in the know (not me). Not to mention that the figure features active light signals and limited animatronic functions. How much money do people have these days. I think we need one in Toronto ;]

 
(images courtesy of dannychoo.com)

 

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Friday, June 26, 2009

The Me, Me Meme

The cheeky (nay, artful) @goonerjamie tagged me with a meme on his blog, so I'm writing about a subject that's close to my heart. And my other organs. Yup, myself. I could pretend this is a difficult subject, that I'm some kind of peculiar enigma. I might wish to consider myself a shadowy, mysterious creature - but nothing could be further from the truth. However, putting all these answers together in one clump seems a wonderful idea. I'll also be passing the tag along to five more people in time-honored meme tradition... it does seem a nice way to get to know folks better. And remember, everyone's an expert on at least one subject - themselves - so it should lead to some very enlightening reading! Anyway, enough fluff, on with the questions. Rules and tags at the bottom!

What are your current obsessions? Oooh. Couldn't say. She might file a restraining order.

Seriously, my big thing right now might seem like something of a mid-life crisis, but I'm currently running around like crazy obsessed with doing (or attempting to do) a few things I've let slide lately, particularly while the kids were little. Mainly they're creative things, the sort of thing that you shelve to do "when you have the time" and, of course, you never do. My current obsessions are to make the time - I want to write (blogging, perhaps fiction), start performing music again (it's been something like 17 years - and let's just say recording my own voice again has been something of an eye-opener), I'm starting to get right into this whole Twitter business, and of course I want to get this guest blogging gig off the ground.

What item from your wardrobe do you most wear? In public, at least, anything yellow. I just plain love yellow. Not a very manly color, I realize, but it works for me - it's one of those colors that instantly takes about twenty years off me and makes me run around like a kid. When I get home though, first thing I do is get out of my work clothes and throw my sleepy pants on. I have quite a wild assortment of them - Coca-Cola polar bears, Stewie Griffin, lots of Mario. The neighbors are familiar (but hopefully not too unnerved) to see me walking the dog late at night in Mario Kart pyjama bottoms with "Chicks Dig The Ride" all over them.

Last thing you bought? A digital voice recorder. Well, it was bought for me as a present from the kids, so it works out in the end I bought it for myself anyway. Won't go anywhere without it, and constantly taking notes with it, blog ideas, things that won't fit in a tweet, grabbing soundbites of things that I consider funny, and practising my singing with it whenever I get the chance.

What are you listening to? Currently on a voyage of rediscovery looking for several obscure eighties acts that I think never got the exposure they deserved. I'm looking for songs to perform and cover myself. Right now I'm listening to Perhaps by The Associates, Billy Mackenzie has a voice that borders on uneartly in this one. Breakfast is one of the most amazing art-rock recordings of all time. An incredible talent.

Fave holiday spots. I'll be honest. I've disliked holidays lately (or vacations, as these colonial folk call them). It's not so much the holiday, it's the fact of being locked up in a tin box on four wheels and traveling an outrageous distance. With little kids, the target is unquestionably Disneyworld, and I don't handle Florida well. Kentucky is yucky, but Florida is horrider. it's always the British holidays, which I was younger, colored by nostalgia, that I look back upon most fondly. Childhood memories of camping in wet and windy Wales, meeting my first love in the neighboring caravan on a camp site in North Devon, and a wonderful New Year's celebration in the Lake District after graduation. Now the kids are older, chances are I will be going back to relive those.

What are you reading? Currently reading Larry Lessig's Remix about what the Internet and new technologies are doing for creativity, and how copyright laws are stifling it. I love Lessig's writing - his presentation style is also jaw-dropping - and generally agree with many of the things he has to say. All this new "stuff" means we ought to be on the verge of exciting times. I'm reading Rudy Rucker's Postsingular, although I must admit cyberpunk science-fiction isn't really my thing, and I keep going back and re-reading the David Hewson Nic Costa novels - mystery novels are I suppose my thing. Honestly can't beat a good Agatha Christie, ever.

4 words to describe you? Cheeky, geeky, open-minded (does that count as one?), mischievous. (Very).

Guilty pleasures. Well there was that time when... oh wait, I don't think that's what the question was after.

  • Catherine Tate. Honestly, don't get me started on this lady. Funny. Curvy. Redhead. That's surely as close to perfect as you'd ever find. You honestly can't ask for more than that. Probably the best thing that happened to Doctor Who in over 45 years.
  • Nintendo DS. Never leave home without it. An ideal public restroom activity.
  • Twitter. Yes, I call this one a guilty pleasure, simply because I actively refuse to be on my best behavior there, and I have to clandestinely scurry away to be on it. If I was around on Twitter more often there'd be hell to pay.
  • Romance movies with time travel in them. I absolutely blub through Somewhere In Time and The Love Letter. Available in all good Hallmark stores worldwide!

If you were a god/goddess who would you be? Tricky one this. Always been very fond of the Norse myths and legends, and the Icelandic sagas (I guess there's some of it in my genetic material), sometimes I feel a bit like Loki I guess. You've got to have a trickster around there somewhere - it's an important way of keeping the balance, and keeping folks on their toes, which I like to think is what I'm good at. I'm not averse to rocking the boat or applying some shock tactics, and I must admit I enjoy it. (Hence mischievous, above). It's a close fit, but not perfect. For instance, I've never shape-shifted to a mare to seduce a horse. Honest.

If I stretched the definition of "god" a little bit, I could probably claim John Belushi. Except I'm slightly taller than him. *Very* slightly.

Who/what makes you laugh until you are weak? Good quality British comedy. No, not the sitcom junk they used to put on ITV - the good stuff they'd hide out on BBC2, maybe even Channel 4 eventually. Fawlty Towers, The Hitch-hikers Guide To The Galaxy, Red Dwarf. I guess there's something in all of these I identify with. You can't help but sympathise with Basil Fawlty. Oh, and before anyone asks, yes, I am British, and no, I don't care much for Monty Python.

Fave spring thing to do. This is the easiest question so far. I love going ouside and standing in the rain, maybe even stomp in a puddle, thunderstorms are even better - makes me feel young and very ionized, and has a wonderful effect on my physiology and my mood. If you catch me after I've been out in a thunderstorm, I'm fully charged and can be a complete pain in the hind end.

When you die what would you like people to say about you at your funeral? "Inconsiderate bastard. He should have died on Monday. Doesn't he realize Tuesday is trash pick-up night?"

Best thing you ate or drank lately? This sounds really stupid (and perhaps even a bit creepy), but I was in the store the other day and saw kippers in a tin, and realized I hadn't eaten a kipper - good breakfast stuff from my previous life, that - for what must have been about twenty years. I just had to have this kipper in a tin. Got it home, opened it right there and then, before I'd even put the rest of the groceries away, and ate it straight out of the tin. It was absolutely, positively, gorgeous. Almost mystical in it's oily goodness. I wanted another one after that, but I had to settle for a snack pack chocolate pudding.

I regretted it later though. Must have been bad pudding. Been wandering around taunting my son with "Smoke me a kipper. I'll be back for breakfast" ever since.

When did you last go for night out? With all the running about I've been doing lately, the last night out was when we went down The Pub. Paid the kids off and sent them down the movies to keep them occupied and out of the way for a few hours. I had a bit of a skinful and refused to behave myself, was a menace to bar staff, picked ourselves up a few movies and made a night of the whole thing. I regretted it a little bit the next day. But only a little bit.

Fave film ever. Saw this again the other day. North By Northwest. Cary Grant is quite simply the man in this movie who women want and men want to be, and he comes out with so many lines that I just wish I'd said.

Share some wisdom. When you empty the dishwashing water, there's always a teaspoon left in the bottom of the sink. (Think about that one. It applies to much more than just washing dishes).

Song you can't get out of your head. Easy. Tempted, by Squeeze. Usually it's my guilty conscience showing through when I'm in one of my more flirty moods. (Like after I've just been standing out in the rain). OK, I'll be honest, it's what I'm working on right now.

Thing you are looking forward to. That well-endowed redhead nurse I've been promised when I'm older and incapable of looking after myself. I'm trying to get an advance on this one, I'm "older" now, and I sure need some looking after.

If you could change one detail from your past, what would that be? Funnily enough, I've been thinking about this The Butterfly Effect question a lot recently - I had an idea for a short story about it, and I also was thinking that, you know, I've had a pretty decent and strangely-eventful life which would at least make a decent blog post, if not a darn good movie. I also have my share of run-ins with coincidences, synchronicity, and so on - everybody does, that's part of being human. One event that sticks in my mind is the end of a disastrous relationship, after which I did what any sane man would do, went back to wandering round my previous haunts and looking for old flames. It turned into a peculiar experience. With the benefit of hindsight and years of extra wisdom, again and again I met old girl-friends (with a hyphen as in "friends who are girls") and we found that, "yes, you know, we would have gone well together.." or, "if only this had or hadn't happened...", or, "I didn't realize you were serious about me", or, "You're perfect. Well, except for the soccer team you support" (which, of course, is insurmountable). Every one of these relationships-that-never-was would have meant things could have turned out very differently.

But the important part is "never was". None of this ever happened. The reality I'm in is the only reality there is, and the best reality there possibly could be. I've no regrets and I'm bloody pleased with the way I turned out, and my kids, and everything else.

What's your life philosophy? This is my replacement question - the one about the most fun I've ever had under the influence of alcohol would probably violate Posterous' Terms of Service.

Too many people claim The Golden Rule ("do unto others" etc) as some kind of life philosophy, but I must admit, it's full of imperfections. It's warm and fuzzy, and it gives this impression that, somehow, we can all get along simply by being nice. The truth is, I don't tolerate hypocrisy lightly. Don't act a certain way, if that certain way isn't really you. I'd much rather have people be true to themselves. For good or for bad, that's exactly what I try to do. If I'm rude, crass, insensitive, self-absorbed or just plain weird, better you find that out sooner rather than later. No point winning friends by being someone you're not. They'll find you out in the end.

My favorite example of this is the big lie. You've seen it. There's a middle-aged married couple in a restaurant, and Abner's eyes are wandering, when Ethel catches him and says "You were looking at that girl, weren't you?", at which point Abner tries to blatantly lie his way out of it. That's always struck me as a refusal to accept exactly who we are, what we are, where thousands of years of evolutionary psychology have got us. I hadn't been married 24 hours before this situation came up for me; fortunately we knew each other well enough at that point that I could comfortably tell the truth about how great I thought the lady's particular assets were, and my new bride was pleased that she'd at last found an honest man. I'm just a simple man who knows what he likes. There should never be a need to lie about that.

Tag! You're it..... Meme rules: remove one question and replace with one of your own. And my unwilling victims are...

Some of you are bloggers, I know, so this should be easy... for those of you who aren't, why not go ahead and post yours here! Just post your answers in an email and I'll handle the rest!


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My #followfriday list for 06/26

OK folks, here we go again - my categorized list of Twitter folk who I think are worthy of a #followfriday mention, but certainly don't deserve the spamfest that this event usually ends up producing. I've been spending quite a good portion of the past couple of weeks running up and down interstates which really means I haven't got to do much 'interactive' tweeting (while on the road I can post updates and read DM's but I can't do @replies and stuff - my mobile device is email-only) so the list is a bit short, but you could also read that as meaning these folks are the most deserving as well. Same thoughts this week as ever. If you think you ought to be on this list, interact with me before next week - and, seeing as that cheeky chappie @goonerjamie has tagged me to write up a me-me meme post, five of you lucky folks will shortly be asked to do something a bit more personal. Be warned!

This week's list:

The Bloggers

These are still my three favorite bloggers out there. Don't just honor them with a follow, take the time to read what they have to say. Be warned, this list may be changing radically over the next week or two, since I'm going to be hunting for more quality bloggers to get this guest blogging thing to take off.

@goonerjamie
@Raenie360
@yvettegr

The Music

Was quite difficult to pick a top three this week, as I ended up getting in touch with a whole lot of new musical resources. However, first choice was pretty easy this week with Free MP3 Monday.

@TaraBusch
@lynnertic
@androu73

The Males

OK, I admit it. I was really stuck for categories for my remaining recommendations, and this was the only way I could think of getting two groups of three. These three gentlemen definitely cover one end of the spectrum to the other. Be sure to check them out.

@Azlen
@aviraj
@Reeph

The Females

And last, but of course never least, the ladies. Same again here, there's quite a variety of personality and interests here, and each of them is thoroughly entertaining in their own right.

@teambudd1
@katjaib
@inkyhands

Previous lists:

May 29, 2009
June 05, 2009
June 12, 2009
June 19, 2009

Have a great Follow Friday, everyone!

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

Just passed the "Sleep in a Wigwam" motel, Cave City KY. Just like Radiator Springs in "Cars."

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Alan Turing (1912 - 1954)

Things could have been very different. The Second World War may have lasted a lot longer than it did. Computers today might have been significantly different than they are, and the United Kingdom might well have became the world's computing superpower. Hyperbole aside, these statements say a lot about the impact of the "father of modern computer science", Alan Turing. His story is certainly worth retelling on his birthday today, June 23.

Alan Mathison Turing was born in 1912, the son of a civil servant, and showed remarkable mathematical and scientific aptitude as a boy which led his early educators to push him towards expensive 'public' schooling (private schooling for the rest of the world) to make the most of his talents. Ironically, this almost proved to his disadvantage - public schools at the time expected students to concentrate heavily on a classical education, and the thought that young Alan would become a "scientific specialist" rather than "educated" was viewed with considerable disdain. He was able to understand and even extrapolate Einstein's theories at the age of 16, but the classical requirement made school difficult. However, he found solace in his first love, Christopher Morcom, a fellow student at the school, who helped him make it to his final term at the Sherborne Schoool in Dorset. Morcom had suffered from bovine tuberculosis as a child and tragically contracted complications in that final term - his death left Turing distraught and shattered his religious faith, becoming an atheist. He became even more unwilling to work on his classical studies, which cost him a scholarship to Trinity College, Cambridge, and ended up sending him to his second choice, King's. He graduated with distinction in 1934 and became a Fellow there in 1935 for his mathematical work.

In 1936, Turing wrote his momentous paper "On Computable Numbers," where he formalised the computing concept of an algorithm with what are now called Turing machines. It's worth remembering that the notions, possibility, and potential of computers at the time were yet to be realized. Many had theorized and even designed programmable machines, such as Charles Babbage's famous Analytical Engine over sixty years earlier (and, in fact, Heron of Alexandria's creations almost two millenia before), but it was still unknown what value such a machine would have. Complex calculation feats were done by hand, and attempts to automate them required the construction of custom machines for each problem. If the problem changed, a new machine had to be built. The concept of a general-purpose machine was appealing, but none knew whether the engineering complexity would be worthwhile - such a machine would surely require unearthly amounts of maintenance, and, most worryingly, if a later problem came along which the machine could not solve, then the construction would have been in vain.

Turing's solution of this until-then open question was ingenious. Instead of trying to determine upfront whether a particular machine could solve a particular problem, Turing considered what the simplest possible computing device would be - a list of symbols on a strip of paper or tape, which could be read by a single sensor  which would interpret the symbols as instructions to move the paper or rewrite the symbols. The device thus has everything a classical computer design would need; program and storage. The set of calculations such a machine could perform are known as Turing computable, and that covers all but the most pathological. If any computer is constructed, provided it could simulate this ideal machine, then it could solve that enormous range of problems - without needing to consider the individual valves and circuits that make up its design. This work led Turing to Princeton, where he studied under Alonzo Church, who also at the same time was working on these new notions of computability.

Nothing, however, could prepare anyone for the furious and unprecedented acceleration of technology caused by the Second World War. There was an obvious demand for mathematicians and computing machinery in order to break the codes of enemy communications, and Turing reported to Bletchley Park, the wartime code-breaking headquarters, the day after war was declared. Turing's work at Bletchley Park remained a secret for many years but is now almost the stuff of legend. Turing designed the electromechanical machine that made breaking of the "Enigma" codes feasible, intercepting huge amounts of encrypted enemy messages - over two hundred of these machines went into operation, using a method of Turing's that made a seemingly-impossible decryption task tractable. It's impossible to estimate how enormous an impact this had on the war effort - but 63 million characters of secret messages were intercepted. He visited the United States again in 1942 to assist in the construction of more decryption machines in Washington. At the end of the war, he was awarded the OBE for his "wartime services", although the classified nature of his work remained secret for many years. The Bletchley Park site is sadly in considerable disrepair, yet, for computer scientists around the world, it remains as significant a monument as Stonehenge, or the pyramids of Giza.

Following the war, Turing proceeded to assist in the construction and development of some of the world's first "true" programmable computers, and continued with his research. It's only become clear in recent years with the declassification of secret papers just how far Turing's inspiration had taken the British computing efforts - without a doubt, the UK led the world in the research and construction of computers of the era, albeit behind closed doors. One major open question remained from his previous work on determining what these machines could calculate; whether or not they could actually think. In 1950, he proposed what is now known as the Turing Test, the benchmark for a machine to be considered "intelligent". Turing suggested that if the machine was convincing enough to appear human, then it could rightly be considered intelligent - furthermore, there was little sense in trying to simulate a fully-developed adult human mind, but instead it might be more feasible to develop a childlike mind that would be capable of learning. The test still remains as the ultimate goal of artificial intelligence efforts.

Tragically, Turing's personal life was to cast a long shadow. Homosexuality was considered more than just grounds for dismissal from the military and exclusion from espionage activities in 1950's Britain. High profile cases (such as Burgess & Maclean) had produced public outcry that homosexuals would be more vulnerable to blackmail and entrapment (I leave the reader to spot the obvious flaw in this reasoning). However, again perhaps incredibly, homosexual acts were still illegal in the UK at the time, and considered evidence of "mental illness" that could be "cured" (typically by chemical castration). Turing had even entered into a short-lived engagement with a female co-worker at Bletchley Park, presumably in an effort to conceal his preferences from the military. In 1952, Turing's home was broken into by two young men, and later investigation uncovered that Turing had had a sexual relationship with one of the protagonists. Turing was charged with gross indecency (in much the same way as Oscar Wilde had been, over fifty years earlier) and had to choose between imprisonment or estrogen injections, which he submitted to for a year. His security clearance was revoked, and he was barred from further cryptographic work for the Government, and prevented from further discussing his work, including refusal of subsequent entry to the US.

Turing's death on June 7 1954 has almost become apocryphal. His cleaner discovered his body the following day; he had died from cyanide poisoning. A half-eaten apple lay on the table beside him, presumed the vehicle for the poision, although it was never actually tested. The death was ruled a suicide, although there are many theories that consider otherwise. His mother for instance argued it was an accidental death due to his concentration on chemistry in the last few years of his life and perhaps due to mishandling of substances in the lab; others point to the apple as a reference to Snow White, Turing's favorite fairy tale; and of course many consider the possibility of espionage and assassination. Whatever the truth, the importance of his ground-breaking work remains without doubt - the Turing Award has been presented since 1966, as the computing equivalent of the Nobel Prize. However, perhaps because of his sexuality, it has only been in the last decade or so that his country of birth has endowed upon him the respect, recognition, and tributes he so rightfully deserves.

Without him, things might have been very different indeed. We can only imagine what was lost with his premature death at the mere age of 41.

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Monday, June 22, 2009

Decisions, Decisions! Which Hitch?

Every once in a while, for some strange reason, I get a thought in my mind that just won't get out, an inexplicable passion to do something I haven't done for a while. The curious thing is, by some bizarre coincidence, synchronicity, whatever you want to call it, that thought happens to coincide with something else going on in the world. No, I'm not psychic, whatever that might mean. More likely than not I've caught sight of something out of the corner or my eye and it's triggered something subliminal. Today, anyway, I felt an urge to see a Hitchcock movie. It might have had something to do with the 50th anniversary re-release of North By Northwest, maybe. Whatever it was, you can always look for spooky coincidences after the fact.

Don't get me wrong. I am not a big Hitchcock junkie - there are really only a handful of his movies that I like. I'm not, for instance, particularly fond of either Psycho or The Birds, which hardcore Hitchcock fans would consider absolute sacrilege. I think he could have done a lot better with his choice of leading ladies - he's very fixated about blondes who are all wetter than a haddock's bathing costume - and I don't read too much into the suggestions that his movies are full of sexual innuendo - just like being told what Stairway to Heaven is supposed to say when played backwards, it's really easy to spot in retrospect. I don't know - nor even really care - where he makes his legendary cameo appearances. However, the handful of movies I do admire are, quite simply, absolutely great movies. And here's another strange fact. I rarely watch movies over and over again. Most movies, once I've seen them, it can be several years before I have any motivation to see them a second time - even movies I really liked. I guess I can remember too much of them. For some reason, however, there's a few Hitchcock movies from the 50s that, quite simply put, I get really antsy if I don't get to see them once in a while.

Anyway, I've resolved to watch a Hitchcock movie tonight - so the question is, which one? And the second question is, what do my favorites say about my psychological profile? Here's the rundown of my favorites (in chronological order, because I'm a bit peculiar that way) - and, seriously, I haven't tried to keep this list 'spoiler-free'. If you haven't seen these movies yet, I don't care who you are, you need to stop reading right now, go up to Netflix or something, and rectify that. There's a serious part of your pop-culture missing if you haven't seen these movies.

Strangers on a Train (1951) - Tennis player Farley Grainger meets psychopathic Robert Walker on a train where they discuss how to perform the perfect crime, swapping each other's murders leaviong each murderer with no connection to the victim. It's all idle fun and games until Walker's "Bruno" actually goes ahead and carries his side of the bargain out. This has to be one of the most under-appreciated of Hitchcock's movies, the suspense is handled perfectly, complete with some stunning directing touches, such as the reflections in the girl's glasses. The carousel finale is quite easy to dismiss over 50 years later, but it's memorable and masterful. Apparently there's a remake due for 2011.

Rear Window (1954) - Over a half-century before Disturbia Hitchcock showed how to make this movie, and make it right. James Stewart is confined to his wheelchair in his apartment with a broken leg and ends up doing exactly what anyone would do in this situation - peek in on his neighbors. Fairly harmless until he's convince the mysterious occupant opposite has murdered his wife; and not helped by girlfriend Grace Kelly and his nurse all joining in, speculating, and of course wishing to solve the crime themselves. There's a fair dose of dark humor in here - nurse Thelma Ritter in particular has some priceless lines that reduce Grace Kelly to mere window dressing (let's face it, she was never much of an actress). More fun than most.

Vertigo (1958) - Jimmy Stewart again - if you hadn't guessed, one of my favorite actors of all time - acting the type of role he excels at, an ordinary man caught in an extraordinary situation, after saving Kim Novak from drowning herself in San Francisco Bay. You can always sympathize with Jimmy Stewart, even when he's having to grapple with a situation as complex as trying to dress up the lady he's currently obsessed with as the presumed-dead Kim Novak even though she's really Kim Novak after all but he doesn't know that. She's only blonde for about half of this movie, in case you're wondering. (That makes her sound like Hannah Montana). I must admit, I had one serious crush on her in this movie when I was a kid.

North by Northwest (1959) - This movie contains some of the most iconic scenes in history - the crop-duster chase, the Mount Rushmore finale - and this time it's Cary Grant being the ordinary man in the extraordinary situation. This is the mistaken identity movie par excellence - and Cary Grant gets to deliver some incredible deadpan lines. It's frantic, it's elegant, it's gripping, and, most importantly, it's pure movie magic at its finest. Suspend your disbelief for this one and enjoy the ride, the villains, the girl (Eva Marie Saint this time) and make the most of it. Must admit, I'm torn between this one and Vertigo as to which is my favorite, although Grant's classic line "No, mother, I have not been drinking. No, no. These two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me. No, they didn't give me a chaser" might just swing it for me.

Not sure which one I will watch tonight, although at the moment I'm beginning to lean towards North By Northwest. Anyone else have any preferences?

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

My #followfriday list for 06/19

It looks like the honeymoon is well and truly over. There's been quite a few blogs lately talking about the Follow Friday backlash - finding better ways to do it, how to avoid the spam, and so on. Thery're all a lot better written than I can manage, so please, check those people out. They are all superb people to follow, as well, and they make up my first category this week.

Yes, that's my new thing this week. I've grouped people based on why you should follow them! What an idea. It's not just a list anymore; I'm including reasons why. Categories totally ad-hoc, I'm afraid, and it's seriously cut down the numbers this week as well. Besides, I had to do something to rearrange the order of people a bit. ;) And, before one of you wags says anything, just because you're in one category doesn't exclude you from another!

Same thoughts this week as ever. If you think you ought to be on this list, interact with me before next week! And, since I keep promising to push it, Talk To Someone New as a cure for your #followfriday hangover. Just @ them, stick #ttsn in your message, and start up a conversation. The tag will tell everyone in Twitter space that you think these are worthwhile people to talk to, and maybe they should do so too. Just another alternative to the Follow Friday madness.

This week's list:

#followfriday

The bloggers that brought some common sense recently to Twitter's most painfully-successful meme.

@jwhof
@jamiesanford
@NicksTraffic

Bloggers

Top-class writers - don't just follow them, read their posts.

@goonerjamie
@Raenie360
@yvettegr

Music

Share some of my more obscure musical tastes with these people. Music is important. It's probably my third favorite thing.

@androu73
@SensualMusic
@hawkino1960

Twitter Citizens

These wonderful people now exactly how to work Twitter the way it should be.

@sharonandalex
@Azlen
@JayneHowarth

Loosen up!

Well, there's not much else to say here. The fact they are all female is purely, utterly, coincidental.

@teambudd1
@Mnmissy
@katjaib

Previous lists:

May 22, 2009
May 29, 2009
June 05, 2009
June 12, 2009

Have a great Follow Friday, everyone!

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Going Down The Pub

When an expat like me discovered there's an "authentic" British pub, located in a mall complex, I think I'd got every right to be skeptical. I've survived my time in the US on imported beer, food parcels of HP Sauce and Jaffa Cakes, and whatever music and TV I can get my hands on. The larger grocery stores do stock some traditional "English" fare, located in the ethnic section. Understandably, my expectations for the American take on a British "pub" were pretty darn low, particularly since it's wedged between a TGI Friday's and a Logan's Roadhouse. Nevertheless, we managed to pack the kids off to the movies and thought we'd give it a try this weekend.

As we approached the place (painted black, of course, since all London pubs are black, honest) and noted the outside mural - a delightful pastiche where the Big Ben clock tower looms impossibly large over a hectic cobblestone street inexplicably blocked by one of Nelson's Column's lions - we prepared ourselves for some typical British smart-arse fun. The Union Flag was flying upside down (broad side up, lads!) and, yes, the correct name is the Union Flag (it's only the Union Jack when flying at sea). After walking in, the experience simply became more and more surreal. The centerpiece is indeed a Victorian-style bar, while the walls are decorated with posters for the Kinks and a bizarre collection of photographs of Diana, Princess of Wales mixed with Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall. The guy who runs the joint is apparently Irish. The staff are attired in tank tops, little kilts, and pop socks. The obligatory flat-screen TV's are playing sports of course, but apparently some second-rate rugby game. It seems the only music they had was Led Zeppelin. The bar area was bathed in broad daylight through huge picture windows (seriously, I don't think I've ever been in a real pub that had any windows at all). There was only one word that sprang to mind.

Epcot.

Let's face it, I really didn't expect anything else. This isn't a matter of authentic, and there was never any expectation of walking into the place and feeling "at home". It's more a question of giving the visitors what they expect, serving average fish and chips, bangers and mash, and chicken in a basket, and offering a couple of import beers on tap. Cold - the sin of it - and the bar staff certainly need some coaching on the correct way to pull a pint. OK, I admit it, I did loosen up a bit after I'd had a few, and the fish and chips wasn't bad either (although the Shepherd's Pie left a lot to be desired). I might have even succumbed to the illusion were it not for that continual reminder that you are in a US eatery - the restaurant manager, dressed in obligatory frilly white blouse, constantly coming up to you and asking if everything was OK, where what she really means is why are you still lounging around at that table, move along please, I've got other people to get in here.

As I sat at the table, getting nicely drunk (from the feet upwards, which means I make a complete fool of myself when I try to stand) I began to wonder about what "going down the pub" actually meant to me, and realized that not only was the entire pub concept an anachronism, but in my time, I'd seen it die. As a kid, I'd seen the traditional British pub all around me; from the Rovers Return on television to Andy Capp's wife waiting for him on the doorstep, rolling-pin in hand, ready to give him a beating once he staggered at home at closing time, flat-cap, cigarette and all. Pubs were smoky, claustrophobic affairs populated by working men in no hurry to get home, seemingly needed to prop up the bar to make sure it didn't fall over, and retirees hiding in the "snug" making the same pint last all night and clicking dominoes. The bar was run by a matronly yet terrifying older landlady with a tattoo on her right arm, twice the size of the other after years of pulling pints, surrounded by peroxide minions whose qualifications consisted of two CSE's and cleavage. More cerebral and cultural activities were reflected by weekly quiz night, where "that bloke with the Jeff Lynne haircut" would always snatch a last minute victory with his command of trivia about the 1966 World Cup Final, while, in the corner, a group performed astonishing feats of mental arithmetic calculating darts out-shots then proceeding to miss the board entirely because the level of the beer in the glass in their other hand threw them off-balance. We'd leave work at lunchtime for "a quick one", and be absolutely certain we'd be right back there at the end of the work day, "beer o'clock." This would never change. It would last forever. The only things we'd see would be the extension of hours which made it even harder to get us out of there. That would be the only progress here - this would be the constant that is forever England.

Of course, it did change. One by one, I saw all my favorite haunts change from tradition to yuppie wine bars; places where some posh girl would have replaced the working man on propping-up-the-bar duty as she sipped her Zinfandel. The video games moved in and ousted the darts and dominoes. Quiz night became coin-operated, and culture shortly found its nemesis. Karaoke. Someone decides the nicotine-stained walls need a bit of a sprucing-up, and decide that a scene where Marlon Brando and John Wayne looking across at Marilyn Monroe's skirt flying up, while John Travolta strikes a pose in the foreground, will be just the ticket. Some places resisted the change; some remained genuine spit-and-sawdust outfits, playing the Pogues at full blast and guaranteeing every police car in the neighborhood would be waiting outside at closing time, but for most, the English pub was already gone. The price of progress. At least, though, you could still buy a drink. And smoke. This would never change.

Of course, that was the next to go. England and Wales banned smoking in indoor public places in 2007, and, unless you could find a loophole, things did indeed change. What surprised me on hearing this news was how quietly everything had happened over there in the UK. Over here, as one town after another enforced the ban, people took their business elsewhere, until, of course, it's now virtually universal. I found myself saying, "This would never happen in England. Or Ireland. Not without a fight." However, it occured to me that is was thinking of times and attitudes long gone. The ban took effect and left relatively minor ripples.

That original image of the British pub that I'd grown up with was gone for good. It may not be a salubrious image, but it is indeed a memory - and, if the "British pub" theme bar is anything to go to, that memory is fading as well. Nostalgia just ain't want it used to be.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

The Early Father's Day Goody Bag

Those flecks of gray in my hair and my thinning scalp tell a tale. Yes, I have children, although they're not exactly ankle-biters any more. They grow so fast, in fact; number 1 is now large enough to receive credit card applications in the mail (and, in the distance, I hear the thundering hooves of four horsemen). Perish the thought if they heard me use the word children, too. I can just about get away with calling them kids, and this year, they're pretty much old enough to do their own thing over the summer. #1 is heading off to a summer studio at art college, #2 is going to see her overseas grandparents (to make up for her sister doing that last year), and #3 is off on his Boy Scout summer camp. The logistics of this operation, getting them each where they need to be, are just phenomenal. Rest assured it means muggins here is going to be spend a lot of time in a little tin box on four wheels running up and down the interstates, and I just don't handle that too well. Maybe it's the difficulty to breathe air-conditioned air. Maybe it's motion sickness. Or, maybe it's simply because I can't depend on getting constant wi-fi access.

Pretty much, this is all happening next week, so Mom and the kids made their minds up yesterday to do Father's Day a little bit early for me. Last night, in fact. They came out to pick me up from work with a satisfying invitation. "Dad, we'll take you to eat anywhere you like tonight. Anything you want to eat."

"OK, then. Sushi."

"Well, anything you like except sushi. We were thinking you might like Cracker Barrel. But it's your choice Dad. Anywhere you like. Even if it's Cracker Barrel."

After several microseconds of deliberation, I unilaterally decided that I was going to do my own thing, and so we headed off towards Cracker Barrel. But we weren't going to go anywhere yet. I had stuff to open. Cards! Eldest knows; she gives me a card that deliberately avoids being mushy and sentimental (of course, until you open it). The Boy follows up with a good fart joke. This is all building up to #2's pièce de résistance, complete with matching stickers; "My Dad's The King of the Castle" and "I Love My Little Princess". Terms and conditions of the restaurant meal follow - we have to wear our matching stickers in the restaurant, and when I see her off next week from Atlanta airport. Who could resist?

But there's more. A sensational amount more, in fact, I'm thoroughly staggered by it all. Just take a look at the contents of my goody bag - a cornucopia of amazing things!

  • Nintendo DS screen protectors: An absolute essential. I love my old-style Nintendo DS, even though The Boy waves his DS Lite around in front of me like some obviously-superior trophy. Mine was picked up second-hand for $20 and is obviously the worst for wear, because I sure give it one heck of a beating. Just a build-up, this one, for...
  • Disgaea DS (Nintendo DS): I'm a big turn-based RPG fan (I love things like Fire Emblem and the Advance Wars games). I'm also a complete math nerd. So, after seeing Offworld describe it as a "quest for numerical orgasm" I just knew I had to have this game. Of course, it was absolutely nowhere to be found, until setting my resourceful offspring on the case. Again, this one's a build-up, for...
  • Disgaea: Hour Of Darkness (Sony PlayStation 2): Yes, it's the same game, but on the PS2, and these titles have something of a cult following so it really is important to get a hold of them when you have the chance. I pretty much hate Sony and I'm not a big PlayStation fan; in fact the only reason we have one is from the utter frustration after being buried in so much crapware when we decided to buy a Nintendo Wii. The PS2 was cheap and there's tons of cheap stuff for it. The kids started their usual excuses, "yes, Dad, we know it's a PlayStation game" but again, this was a build-up for...
  • Okami (Nintendo Wii): IGN's 2006 Game of The Year when it was on the PS2, ported to the Wii. I took one look at this game's visuals, in the style of Japanese woodcut and watercolor paintings, and simply thought they were gorgeous and were something I had to have. An important part of the game is to "paint" objects into the scenes using a "Celestial Brush". I honestly can't wait to give this one a try.

Enough video games already! How old am I supposed to be, anyway? (As old as I feel like being, of course). Unbelievably, a couple more grown-up gifts followed:

  • Digital Voice Recorder: Lovely little gizmo this, seems it will let me record up to 444 hours of my dulcet tones. I'm constantly getting ideas for things to blog, particularly when I'm in the car, and typically I've been sticking them up on Twitter as some sort of online diary, ready for me to polish up into an article when I get back to a computer. I've also got this thoroughly bizarre notion that I'd like to have a go at writing a novel - again, this is one of those ideas that comes to me in the car, and I'm going to be in the car a lot this summer. Fantastic.
  • Professional Super-Cardioid Dynamic Vocal Microphone: I have absolutely no idea what any of that super-cardioid stuff means, only that this thing looks and feels like, well, like something else with the batteries already installed. Have I ever mentioned that I wanted to attempt some singing? Well, I do. I must admit, it's been years since I last did any, mainly at parties when surrounded by uncritical drunks, and I probably sound terrible, but it's something I've wanted to give a go. I'm not out for a recording contract or to impress Simon Cowell, and, don't worry, if it's too disturbing, I won't release any of it to the world.

I was, at this point, utterly dumbfounded. This was definitely worth wearing a sticker for into the restaurant. This exceeded any expectations, heck, I wouldn't have expected such a haul for Christmas, and I certainly wouldn't have expected so much that appeals to my inner child, from my own children who are no longer really children any more. The surprise of it all was overwhelming; one of those pats on the back, hugs, and kisses from the people who matter the most, telling me that, yes, Dad, you're weird and strange, our friends think you talk funny, and we have as much chance understanding you as you have of understanding our generation, but you've got this far without an instruction manual for us. Happy early Father's Day and we love you.

Of course, that's when I cried.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

My #followfriday links for 06/12

You know the routine by now. I put my Follow Friday recommendations here to cut down on tweet noise and avoid the spam. If you think you ought to be on this list, interact with me before next week!

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Online Pizza Awesomesauce

I have a terrible secret. I work in technology; I'm a geek of the worst order. I'm obsessed with gizmos and gadgets. Aside from telephones (which terrify me) and copy machines (which simply refuse to cooperate with me), I love to fiddle with stuff. I'm obsessed with the Web. But there's one thing that, up until yesterday, I'd never done.

I'd never ordered a pizza online.

Shocking perhaps, in this day and age, but no, I'd never done it before. I'd tried, and the online ordering site told me the service "wasn't available in my area", which is like telling me I live in the 21st century equivalent of a cave. I can even see the store from my window, perhaps I should try a carrier pigeon or something instead. Or - perish the thought - use the blessed telephone and deal with my associated phobia.

OK, perhaps that's being a little melodramatic, but the experience of ordering anything over the telephone has taught me to avoid it at all costs. Before I even start, I have to wrestle the device out of the clammy hands of one or other of the teenage daughters, who spend the rest of the evening staring daggers at me and gasping as if I've cut them off life support. Following that I have to deal with the inevitable language barrier where neither of us on the call seems capable of translating English to English. It takes at least six attempts to communicate my address and 'phone number, after which they look me up in their little computer and tell me that no, I'm not who I said I am because that's not what's in the machine. Then the ordering process begins, a frustrating exercise in offers and counter-offers where somehow I have to convince the person on the other end that no, I know that's on special, but that's not what I want, nor do I want to know about any of the other offers written on that Post-It note attached to their 'phone. Once the special offers script has ran out, things go rapidly downhill. The chances of getting exactly what I ordered are pretty much zero - I don't think I've ever got what I ordered. I'm convinced it's a conspiracy; no sooner do they hear my voice on the 'phone, they pile together and say "hey, it's the weird-voice guy, your turn tonight Janet" and go out of their way to make things impossible for me.

I didn't have the energy last night to set up an ambush on the 'phone, so I thought it was worth another try. A few years had passed, after all; surely my state is quite comfortable with the horseless carriage and electric light by now. I connected and entered my zip code, and suddenly, a whole new world of radio buttons and javascript gizmos opened up in front of me; selections aplenty, options to select individual toppings, even on one half of the pizza of the other. I was in geek heaven and must admit I had a bit of trouble containing myself - the kids even dragged themselves away from the 'phone to find out what all the cooing was about. Had to play coupon bingo of course; had to go back and correct a few things, tweak a topping here. But this was it - I was in control, I was getting exactly what I wanted, and I was loving it. Email confirmation messages, signup for a returning customer login, all sorts. I was stunned; most of my computer work is with stuff that doesn't work properly, and this seemed great. From start to finish, the whole process only took me about six or seven times longer than it would do over the 'phone.

Nevertheless, it's a brilliant system. Just like those pesky u-scan devices at the grocery store, one human interface is removed out of the system. If you mess up your order, there's only one person to blame - yourself. The buttons you're clicking on the web page look remarkably like the job order that the pizza cook uses anyway - it probably is precisely that, they probably just print that page out, as-is, at the local outlet. What you get is what you want. It doens't matter if there one, or 100 people, filling out their orders online; it takes just the same number of employees to do the order processing. It scales. By each client taking on some of the workload and becoming a temporary, unpaid, pizza parlor employee for the duration of their order, you've significantly streamlined the system. No need for any verbal wrestling while you try to explain what you want to someone on the other end who is trying to find the right options on a bubble sheet. And I no longer have to deal with the insatiable Janet, who always puts her sultriest voice on every time I call to tell me "Yummy. That's my favorite. I wish I was having some of that tonight."

Maybe technology's not all good, after all.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Billy Mackenzie (1957 - 1997)

Synchronicity can be bizarre at times. "Coincidence" is all around us, and when it happens, we introduce rich psychological significance to it. Spooky or otherwise, one thing is for sure; it's a good source of inspiration for blog posts. Read any more into things as you wish. Music is an area that's rife with coincidences, mainly because it can leave such a deep impression on us - that's what makes it such an important part of our lives. Songs are indelibly associated with people and events that matter to us personally; the most powerful songs are capable of shaping us as individuals.

The latest coincidence came together when I was building up a playlist of songs featured on a TV show. After far too long, I rediscovered an album that had been very significant to me several years ago, and the memories came flooding back; some painful, some that I'd long buried, and some which, yes, meant I'd never returned to these particular songs. To my surprise, the songs were as powerful as ever, and, no, they didn't cause me the pain I'd expected. Instead, they presented me with a hindsight, perspective, and outlook on those events of years past in a very healthy light. The album in question was Wild And Lonely by the Associates. (US readers can sample one of the tracks here; others feel free to use your favorite online music or streaming service to check them out). The synchronicity came when I discovered that, on that very day, a play about the life of the lead singer was opening at Dundee Repertory Theater.

Billy Mackenzie was indeed a remarkable individual - Wikipedia, for instance, describes him as 'peripatetic', which is a new one on me and pretty much became my word for the day yesterday. (Mum always told me to learn a new word every day and make sure I used it in a sentence). Literally, he wandered about a lot, disappearing to New Zealand to find himself, then hiking across the US, where he ended up getting married to avoid deportation - his wife's brother was at the time famously claiming one-sixteenth of the Howard Hughes estate. The music began when Mackenzie paired with guitarist Alan Rankine after his return to Scotland and formed the band which in 1979 became The Associates, producing post-punk and new-wave hits over the next three years with considerably more substance than some of their peers - musically genre-skipping and challenging; New Romantic, pop, dark surrealism and even cabaret. Singles like 18 Carat Love Affair and Club Country were moderately successful, but its the histrionics of Party Fears Two which left the greatest impact, Mackenzie's vocal being comparable to Robert Smith of The Cure.

Rankine left the band just before their 1982 tour, leaving Mackenzie with the name but little hope of continuing that initial success. Rankine was certainly the one capable of actually delivering and producing output, and so Mackenzie was left to do what he did best. He wandered about. He worked with several 'associates' over the next nine years and rapidly established himself as a musician's musician, appreciated for his craft and ability but seldom achieving chart success to the frustration of his record company, constantly trying to hamstring him towards more commercial ventures. Notable ventures during this time included lyric-writing for Swiss electronica masters Yello, including The Rhythm Divine recorded by Shirley Bassey - but Billy's own rendition was just as powerful, if not more so. Mackenzie's voice had developed to have a phenomenal range and dramatic energy.

Things became more difficult after 1991, following failed ventures into mainstream dance and an attempted reunion with Rankine that was massively hyped by the music press but never quite got off the ground, mainly because of Mackenzie's aversion to touring. He continued working with several other artists up until 1997, and there were always more projects in the pipeline which unfortunately ended up becoming missed opportunities. Following the death of his mother and the onset of clinical depression, he retreated to his father's garden shed on 22 January 1997, where he overdosed on anti-depressants, pain killers, and other prescription medication. He was 39 years old.

Several musicians responded to the loss with their grief and tributes, and with a significant body of work that they'd shared with Mackenzie prior to his death. Robert Smith penned Cut Here, Siouxsie Sioux wrote Say all about Mackenzie's suicide; Icelandic avant-garde singer Bjork even contemplated a duet with one of Mackenzie's older recordings. Two albums of the material he was working on at the time of his death were later reconstructed and released posthumously. His biography entitled The Glamour Chase (named from one of his most significant tracks, but deemed far too uncommercial for a single release) shortly followed, and material continued to be re-released as former Associates endeavored to retrieve his recordings, many of which had been deleted from the catalogs. Wild and Lonely was re-released, digitally remastered, in 2006, with bonus content.

It's Wild and Lonely that was the album I returned to, a phenomenal showcase of Mackenzie's astonishing vocal talent and, yes, an album that does indeed put me back in a certain place and time, with a certain love, and with the particular heartache that involves. While distinctly 'pop', and indeed in places over-commercialized presumably under the record company's guidance (attempting to encapsulate Mackenzie into a chart single means the horn intro to Calling All Around The World sounds suspiciously like the theme to a TV sports show), Mackenzie's vocals are almost operatic throughout, far-reaching and sweeping. Fever remains one of the deepest, darkest (and yes, sexy) songs I've ever heard; Just Can't Say Goodbye is an incredible breakup song, the classic The Glamour Chase is dark and brooding. Mackenzie's range goes into overdrive on Where There's Love and he hits and holds one phenomenal note on Strasbourg Square that simply has to be heard to be believed. Words however simply won't do this record justice, you have to hear it - no, listen to it. It's the sort of recording that captivates me, rendering me incapable of doing anything else while it plays, absorbing me completely. This isn't background music; it's music to be emotionally involved in. And it's worth it.

Billy Mackenzie's cult status is reflected in the play Balgay Hill, currently playing in his hometown of Dundee and named after the cemetery where he is buried. (I'd love to hear from anyone who has had the chance to see it). His death was an unquestionable loss and a tragedy - it's a crying shame that the best are always taken too soon. Billy will be missed, but I'm thankful to have rediscovered his music.

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