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Reading Group Report [Jul. 4th, 2008|08:47 pm]

shewhomust
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For some reason, this week's meeting of the reading group - that's the Graphic Novels Reading Group - was a particularly good one.

Because it was a good book, perhaps? We were talking about the first chapter of Templar AZ, a webcomic by Spike (Charlie Troutman). I find webcomics hard work - even Digger, which I adore, I'd rather read on paper - so that was an interesting exercise right there. And it's an interesting narrative, a young man waking up to a phone call from his boss, interacting with his neighbours, making the acquaintance of Templar, the city where he has come to live, so that his introduction to the place is also ours. It gradually becomes clear that the world we are seeing is not this one, not - in the first chapter, at any rate - in its scientific gadgetry or magical fantasy, but simply in its social habits: people act, dress, behave differently. Reading it reminded me of reading the early installments of Finder, trying to pick up the clues about how this world works, and what these individuals are doing in it.

Perhaps we were just the right mix of people? We just seemed to bring a stimulating variety of approaches and backgrounds to the discussion: someone who was a regular online reader of Templar AZ and was able to tell us about things that were hinted at but not spelled out in this forst chapter; someone who is a very sophisticated reader but still very new to comics, who asked the questions that made us think about conventions we interpreted automatically ("So, what's going on in these unclear speech bubbles?... How do you know it's the voice at the other end of the telephone?...").

The result was an interesting discussion about how SF indicates the difference between the world of the fiction and the real world, what it expects of the reader (and, on the whole, 'literary' fiction doesn't) and how comics have certain advantages in this respect.

Or maybe I just felt it was a good session because I got to ride my hobby horse?
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Metropolis Regained [Jul. 4th, 2008|02:38 am]

nineweaving
WowJust wow.  How did I miss hearing this?  The lost footage of Fritz Lang's Metropolis--that cineaste's Grail--has been found in Argentina.  Scratched and faded but complete.  What next?  Love's Labour's Won?

Nine
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What your USB port is for [Jul. 3rd, 2008|08:40 pm]

shewhomust
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USBwine: do not fail to watch the video (it's in French, but I think it's pretty clear). It's the best thing in wine advertising since Graceland Cellars!
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New domains to conquer [Jul. 3rd, 2008|05:24 pm]
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The organisation of the internet was in the news last week, with the announcement from ICANN (Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers, the body ultimately responsible for allocating internet addresses) that it ia about to expand the number of top level domains (TLDs) available. The TLD is the bit of your domain name after the last dot: the com, or uk, or info, or ru.

As those examples show, there are two kinds of TLD, the country codes (.uk, .ru, .fr and so on) and the international domains (.com, .info, .org - we tend to behave as if these were the property of the US, but in theory at least they are equally valid for all countries). (There’s a helpful list on Wikipedia, which explains in detail some points I have simplified here).

There are good arguments for being more flexible about the two letter country codes, if only to allow countries where the Latin alphabet is not used to have web addresses in their own language: if I were a Hellene, I might not be happy to have my website at a .gr address (representing "Greece", a name I didn’t call my country in a script I didn’t write in). Russia and China are two powerful countries who might also have something to say on this topic.

What will the additional general TLDs be, and what will they mean for us? We don’t entirely know yet: ICANN’s announcement says that the implementation plan is still being finalised, and will be published early in 2009. But they do give some examples of what is proposed:

"This proposal allows applicants for new names to self-select their domain name so that choices are most appropriate for their customers or potentially the most marketable. It is expected that applicants will apply for targeted community strings such as (the existing) .travel for the travel industry and .cat for the Catalan community (as well as generic strings like .brandname or .yournamehere). There are already interested consortiums wanting to establish city-based top level domain, like .nyc (for New York City), .berlin and .paris."

So someone might register.bank, and sell .bank addresses to - well, to banks. Or .shopping, and sell addresses to shops. While ICANN’s examples focus on organisations who want a domain which promotes who they are, other applicants will presumably want domains which they can sell profitably. There is a well-established lobby to establish a .xxx (or, indeed, .sex) domain for ‘adult’ sites, and ICANN give no indication of whether this may now be approved (though they do spell out that they will try to pass this hot potato on to "an international arbitration body utilizing criteria drawing on provisions in a number of international treaties" rather than make the decision themselves).

The Guardian predicts a "new net goldrush", as companies stampede to register every possible variation of their name: they quote Thomas Herbert of web hosting company Hostway:

"If the domain name system is completely relaxed, cybersquatting will turn into a far greater problem, with companies struggling to protect their websites and intellectual property… For example, Amazon would have to register many more domain names including Amazon.amazon, amazon.shopping, amazon.electronics."

To the extent that the expansion does seem to be driven by the desire for profit, I suppose that could happen; and I’m sure that some companies will panic and splash out on multiple versions of their domain, just as they do at present. Cornwell Internet already advises clients which of the options available they should register (.com, .org, .co.uk, .info - there’s quite a long list) . Occasionally it makes sense to have more than one, but we don’t recommend trying to collect the set. Sometimes there are perfectly good reasons why someone else wants ‘your’ name (www.juliadarling.co.uk and www.juliadarling.com are two different people, as are www.jennylewis.org.uk and www.jennylewis.com) and neither of you should be able to bar the other from the web! If someone has more sinister motives, well, there are laws against trying to gain an advantage by pretending to be someone you aren’t. Better to invoke those than try to think of every possible option: if someone is determined to impersonate you on the web, they can always find another domain to use.

So we don’t expect Cornwell Internet to be directly affected by these changes: we’ll wait and see what TLDs are released, whether it’s a fixed list or a free-for-all, and how much it’s likely to cost. On the other hand, we’re happy to advise about the existing TLDs. ICANN’s statement says "Presently, users have a limited range of 21 top level domains to choose from — names that we are all familiar with like .com, .org, .info." But you might not be familiar with .cat (for websites in the Catalan language or related to Catalan culture). Or .coop (for cooperatives as defined by the Rochdale Principles). And Roger points out that there is currently a special offer on .eu domains, and that if any of our clients is interested in emphasising the European nature of their activities, now would be a good time to contact him about it!

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What I said before [Jul. 3rd, 2008|11:49 am]

desperance
This morning, I am more polite. On the other hand, I am preheating the other oven (for yes, there are two of these accursed objects) for the better baking of biscuits and tarts - and it is pouring smoke into the house, to the point where I dare not put any food into it. Gah! We are supposed to be picnicking this afternoon. Hah!
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Stupid fucking electric fucking ovens, fucking fucking... [Jul. 2nd, 2008|06:49 pm]

desperance
Heat rises. Everyone knows this. Even the people who make stupid fucking electric fucking ovens ought to know this. How can an oven be hotter at the bottom than it is at the top?

I roasted my shallots, all golden and lovely, for a tart tomorrow; then I slid them into the bottom of the oven - where it's supposed to be cooler, y'know? - just to jam up a bit while I roasted chicken thighs for a salad.

Stupid fucking electric fucking ovens, fucking fucking. I have charred shallots. I am going out to buy new shallots. Snarl.
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Dicing with icing [Jul. 2nd, 2008|12:32 pm]

shewhomust
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One of the places we visited in Shetland was the Bonhoga Gallery (part of the genesis of the Herring House gallery in Ann Cleeves' White Nights). We were underwhelmed by the paintings on display, and resisted the temptation of the café, but I had a great time in the card shop.

I was particularly taken by a series of cards in which miniature figures were photographed interacting with foodstuffs: the one I bought shows two figures shoveling what might be snow but is in fact the icing on a birthday cake.*

So now, before I send it off to the lucky recipient (who has her own creative touch with cakes), I need to note that the creator is Claire Grove, and that the card company (who seem to be the only source of her work) is Holy Mackerel. Her page on their site also includes Sunny Side Up (man v. egg), Anchovies at 3 o' clock (men v. pizza) and Home Sweet Home (colour-coded living in a Battenberg cake).




*Sad fact: and the letters which spell out "Happy Birthday" are in our old friend Cooper Black.
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A post from a far embassage [Jul. 1st, 2008|06:53 pm]

desperance
Am in Henley. Where ought I to be...?

Being here is a good thing, but it never feels quite justified. The streets are full of pretty people, the river is full of muscle and splash, the shops are full of temptation. Right now, the house is full of the smells of olive and shallot, for I am making sauce vierge. There will be tagliatelle to soak it up, and fried fillets of sea bass on top. I am here as cook/housekeeper, as I took pleasure in explaining to the charming girl trying to wring charity out of me in the public square: I'm broke, I said, this is other people's money that I'm spending [as she cast doubtful looks at my Waitrose shopping]. I'm just a domestic, I said, as I ducked into the best butcher-cum-fishmonger in town.

I have done what I can to deserve these pleasures, if not to earn them: I have skinned and deseeded tomatoes. When did I last do that? Not sure, but it will have been years ago. Many years, perhaps.

Also, I have written the first thousand words of a new story. I think that makes the fourth in a week. A short week. I am, as we established over the weekend, committing displacement. I don't want to work on the novel, because I'm stuck: or not stuck, so much as terrified. I have to deal with a goddess now, and I don't do deities. If there were such a word as deitied, meaning perhaps [mis]handled by a deity, it would be a palindrome: but again I am displacing, ducking the issue. I don't do gods, but here is one. And I have no idea what to do with her, what she wants, how she handles the world or why she would bother. So instead I read (M John Harrison! whom I adore, without in the least understanding...) and visit friends ([info]la_marquise_de and the Marquis, who housed and fed me all weekend long, if you can believe that; and showed me Hong Kong movies to boot, to which I might quite easily become addicted...) and write the beginning of this and the beginning of that, instead of what I oughta.

And cook, of course. And drink, alas, which is folly. A grand folly, but folly none the less. People shouldn't let me do it, yet they do.
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Unpacking a picture [Jun. 29th, 2008|10:05 pm]

shewhomust
One picture is worth a thousand wordsWe finally found a parking spot in Bamburgh some way up the hill, outside Hill-crest House; and this is their sign. This is not the post about Grace Darling I spoke of earlier; nor is it a criticism of Hill-Crest House Bed and Breakfast, which looked fine. It's just a pause for bogglement about the inconsistency with which people create their images. (There are larger images if required; click the picture and follow through).

So you decide to open a bed and breakfast establishment in a charming town on the north-east coat, dominated by a dramatic castle. After some thought (I assume), you decide that the main attraction of your house is that it's at the top of a hill, so you call it "Hill Crest." Now you want a picture for your sign: do you show the hill? Or the view from the top of the hill? No, you decide to illustrate the fact that you offer accommodation at the seaside with a picture of the sea - not as a holiday destination but as the scene of a shipwreck, and the heroic rescue associated with it.

And then you look at what message your sign is giving out, and decide that there's something missing. So you add a puffin. Well, of course you do. There are few things which aren't improved by the addition of a puffin.

/snark.
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Melting in the Dark [Jun. 29th, 2008|04:40 pm]

nineweaving
Dear goddess.  One can now buy a "historical character" doll from 1974.  I think I still own that blouse.     

I can see the storybooks now:  "Julie Does Hash" and "Julie Does Disco:  Later Tells Her Children She Did Punk" and "Julie's Father Sits Screaming at CBS" (complete with accessory TV set in authentic black-and-white and her father's old Nixon button).  Not to mention "Julie's Big Brother Comes Home in a Box."

Nine           
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Job Description for Cats [Jun. 29th, 2008|04:21 pm]

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A friend sent this to D in the hope that it might raise a smile. It made me laugh. :)

JOB DESCRIPTION FOR CATS


BATHROOMS - Always accompany guests to the bath room. It is not necessary to do anything. Just sit & stare.

DOORS - Do not allow any closed doors... in any room. To get the door opened, stand on hind legs & hammer with forepaws. Once door is opened, it's not necessary to use it. After you have ordered an outside door opened, stand half-way in & out & think about several things. This is particularly important during very cold weather, rain, snow, or mosquito season.

CHAIRS AND RUGS - If you have to throw up, get to a chair quickly. If you cannot manage in time, get to an Oriental rug. If there is no Oriental rug, shag is good. When throwing up on the carpet, make sure you back up so it's as long as a human's bare foot.

HAMPERING - If one of your humans is engaged in any activity, and the other is idle, stay with the busy one.. This is called helping, otherwise known as hampering. Following are the rules for hampering:

COOKING - When supervising cooking, sit just behind the left heel of the cook. You cannot be seen and thereby stand a better chance of being stepped on and then picked up and comforted.

READING - For book readers, get in close under the chin, between eyes and book --unless you can lie across the book itself.

COMPUTER - When human is working at computer, jump up on desk, walk across keyboard, bat at mouse pointer on screen, and then lay in human's lap across arms, hampering typing in progress.

WALKING - As often as possible, dart quickly & as close as possible in front of the human... especially on stairs, when they have something in their arms, in the dark & when they first get up in the morning. This will help their co-ordination skills.

BEDTIME - Always sleep on the human at night so he/she cannot move around.

LITTER BOX - When using the litter box, be sure to kick as much litter out of the box as possible. Humans love the feel of kitty litter between their toes.

HIDING - Every now and then, hide in a place where the humans cannot find you and ... do NOT come out for three to four hours under any circumstances. This will cause the humans to panic (which they love) thinking that you have run away or are lost. Once you do come out... the humans will cover you with love & kisses, and you probably will get a treat.

ONE LAST THOUGHT - Whenever possible, get close to a human, especially their face, then turn around and present your butt to them. Humans love this, so do it often.....
And don't forget the guests!
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I am a spambot. [Jun. 29th, 2008|02:51 pm]

fjm
Just to let you all know that gmail has suspended me for 24 hours. Boo, hiss. I suspect it has something to do with the Anticipation emails I sent today.

Just to remind folk, programme participation forms are up: English and French.


(Do pass this links on. I've sent emails to people for whom I have emails, but thirty or so have bounced and about 100 people I'd have liked to email, have no open email address.)
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"This dreadful pudder o'er our heads..." [Jun. 27th, 2008|03:05 pm]

nineweaving
Another sky-rocking gutter-buster.

Nine
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[Jun. 27th, 2008|12:12 pm]

fjm
Happy birthday to [info]coalescent and [info]ladymoonray.
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The best seat in the house [Jun. 27th, 2008|11:16 am]

desperance
I never have fussed much about where in a restaurant I sit. It's nice to have a view, but I'm remarkably unbothered whether that's a view of the river or the dining room or the kitchens.

Last night, m'friends-'n'-hosts took me out for dinner, a kindness they are prone to (mmm, foodie friends), and I had a fine view of the bar. And the, um, boy vision young man behind the bar, who polished glasses and poured drinks and made coffee and smiled a lot.

I confess, I may have adjusted the angle of my chair somewhat, but that was only to allow staff and customers easier passage by. Honest, it was...

*protests too much*

Well, but he was gorgeous. Blond all the way through, and absurdly pretty with it. And apparently entirely happy with being who he was, doing what he was, which is always seductive. I may possibly have allowed my attention to stray a fraction from my hosts.

*is a disgrace*

On the other hand, I was not at all distracted from the food, which was universally good. We did the eat-a-third-and-pass-the-plates-around thing, so we sampled nine dishes in all, and nothing was a disappointment, from the squash-and-kirsch soup to the megrim sole to the soufflé. Everybody was talking about the soufflé. We met various friends from the pub there (I don't even live in Henley, and I too have friends-from-the-pub), and they spoke of the soufflé; we spoke back. At the last, the chef-proprietor came out to chat while we waited for a taxi, and even he spoke about the soufflé. Om-nom-nom, we said, pretty much. Lolcats know all the best words.
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A post from Far Away [Jun. 26th, 2008|10:43 am]

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Am in the hot and steamy south, with all the windows open.

I have wifi, which I am determined not to use. QED.

I am not going to read my friends list; I have novels to read. And reading-glasses to read them with, for I am old.

I am most particularly not going to haunt my catsitters' LJs for any stray mention of the cats. That would be stalkerly behaviour, and I do not do that. Oh no.

I am genuinely and actually not going to be checking my e-mail, because I cannot remember the complicated URL I need for webmail access. My real life will be a blank to me for weeks'n'weeks. My Sooper-Seekrit Plan is that I will get a lot of work done in this interstice. Reality? Pfui. We snigger at reality, and commit humiliations upon it. I have already thought of the beginning to yet another story, tho' determined actually to finish some of those I've already started, tho' I was more properly hoping to advance the novel briskly...

Whatever. I shall write an opening paragraph, and then go for a walk. And buy coffee. I have been in this house for about twelve hours, mostly sleeping, and I have already drunk them out of coffee. *twitches*

Also, I just spotted a Mac-hair caught in my mini-mouse. Aww...
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New Book Frenzy [Jun. 26th, 2008|10:25 am]

fjm
Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
25,067 / 60,000
(41.8%)



And we are actually enjoying it.
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Solstitial [Jun. 25th, 2008|10:00 pm]

shewhomust
The tradition is that at midsummer we drive up to Lindisfarne and onto the island, and around four in the morning we walk out beyond the castle and gaze at the sea, and the Farne Islands, and the fine belt of cloud low on the horizon, and we check our watches, and any pinkness we can detect in the sky, and eventually the sun clears the cloud, or we say, "Well, that's it, it must be up by now." Of course, sometimes the cloud cover is solid, and sometimes, but not often, it rains. But sometimes - not more than once a decade - sometimes the sun rises clear and bright from the horizon.

Sometimes it rises


Longer version )
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Sad News [Jun. 25th, 2008|05:26 pm]

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I was going to post about a great weekend in Northumberland celebrating the Summer Solstice, but unfortunately that has been overtaken by events.

D and I had two cats, Tipsy and three-legged Tessa, who came into our lives six years ago, when they were already eight years old. Which means they were now a respectable pair of fourteen-year old feline matrons. And, as we normally do when we go away for a few days, we left them with lots of food in automatic feeders and lots of water and lots of fresh cat litter.

Despite having only one back leg, Tessa has always managed to jump up onto chairs and beds, and her current favourite place was a large carver on which we had placed a blanket to make it more comfortable for her. However, age had started to take its toll, she had been getting frail in recent months, and she didn’t always make it up onto that chair at the first attempt, and the vet had already diagnosed arthritis in her one back leg.

So when I came home on Monday evening (D stayed on in Northumberland for a few more days to visit his family etc.) Tipsy was fine and running around demanding dinner. When I checked on Tessa, I found her hanging from the blanket on the carver by the claws of one forepaw. I released her and she howled as I laid her down. And she stayed lying down and did not want to move. Then I noticed the angle of the forepaw by which she had been hanging. So I phoned the vet and asked if I could bring her in as an emergency as I thought the leg was dislocated.

The two veterinary nurses who examined her said that they would give her painkillers and she would have to be kept in overnight and they asked me to sign an authorisation for any treatment they thought necessary – basically a blank cheque – but they assured me that they would not do anything major without checking with me first.

I went home, ready to clear up Tessa’s mess – I couldn’t remember how much there was, I just assumed there was some – and was surprised to find there wasn’t any, no urine-soaked carpet, no poo, nothing. From which I assume that Tessa had not been hanging from the blanket on the chair for very long before I found her. Until then I had been mentally beating myself about the head for leaving her for the weekend, and worrying how long she might have been in that position.

The vet phoned me later to say that she had examined Tessa, and the leg was not dislocated, and they would see how she was after a good night’s sleep.

Yesterday I went into work and the vet phoned midmorning. Tessa was very poorly. She was lying on her side and was unable to move her back leg. The vet said she had examined Tessa and X-rayed her and found a number of serious complications. She explained the tests they could do, but finished up saying she could not guarantee that all of this would result in Tessa getting back the use of her back leg, and that it was quite possible that the vet would have to recommend putting her to sleep. Therefore she suggested we might want to consider the alternative of putting Tessa to sleep now. I said I would talk it over with D, but I already knew the answer. I contacted D and he agreed that it was probably kindest to Tessa to put her to sleep now. So I phoned the vet back and authorised her and a veterinary nurse to put Tessa to sleep.

Somehow I managed to get through the rest of yesterday at work without dissolving into tears, and I have taken a day’s leave today. D is coming home today, a day earlier than planned, and Tipsy and I have spent a lot of time making a lot of fuss of each other.

Tessa was a demanding puss with an interesting vocabulary of feline swear words. She liked to sit up at table when we ate, and she demanded her share of our food, which she invariably got. But she was also a loving cat, enjoyed the company of people and had recently started sitting on our laps, something she definitely didn’t do when she first came to us. But most of all, she was a survivor. We never knew how she lost her leg. We suspect a road traffic accident, which also broke her nose – she’s the only cat I know who does not like people touching her nose. But whatever it was, she survived it. She survived multiple changes of human companions - we were the fourth set of humans to look after Tessa and her sister – and she survived that. And at Christmastime she caught an infection which we feared might kill her, and she survived that. She was a brave, bossy creature, and there is now a large three-legged puss shaped hole in my life.

I miss her.
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Living with other people [Jun. 25th, 2008|10:10 am]

desperance
They sleep, they wake! They eat, they read, they speak! To me! They come to gigs!

There is a great sleep imbalance going on between us; I think they have stolen mine. (Actually they're exhausted from too much travel, and I'm restless and insomniac and anxious: leaving in three two hours! For weeks'n'weeks!)

But all will be well. They have deemed my house 'cosy', which is pretty much the least worst adjective ever applied and certainly far better than I'd feared they would find it, and the boys are delighted to have fresh people. Cutely, though, they've been sleeping with me: one at either foot of the futon like a pair of heraldic lion-kitties, guarding me through the night. Whoo, yeah. (Tho' it occurs to me suddenly, I have no idea where they are just now: snuggling with the houseguests, perchance...?)

I should pack. I can barely remember how, it's been so long since I was away for anything longer than a weekend. I need ... what do I need? Books, yes. Oh, and the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection. And the teddy bear. That'll do...

Come and see me! In Kensington Central Library this evening, 6pm, or in Aylesbury Library on the 10th prox, 8pm!

Reports from this station will be otherwise irregular. I blame it on the sunspots.
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