If this blog seems a little more distracted than usual, it is because I am typing it out while listening to Come Dine With Me, which I must confess is just about all I watch on tv these days. The commentary is delightfully catty, which saves me all the trouble of supplying a catty commentary to keep my family amused with. It does have the desperate air of a car crash some nights, when the guests really fail to gel. I had always thought that dinner parties sounded quite jolly and sophisticated, but Come Dine With Me, has helpfully disabused me of this notion, and I really don't think that I am missing out on much, sitting at home sucking on my frozen ready-meal.
All this credit crunch stuff hasn't half made the wall to wall property tosh tv seem a little bit irrelevant. Inexplicably rich people look at some houses, and then don't buy any of them. Or inexplicably rich people buy houses, and then sell them to make even more money. Or inexplicably rich people neglect their children to build a hideous piece of unliveable modernism in the middle of nowhere. Now that thousands are losing their jobs every week, all this gleeful conspicuous consumption just feels a little inappropriate.
At work, there was an interview themed week, carrying out five interviews on the Tuesday, and having an interview myself on the Wednesday. Enjoyable but gruelling. My energy levels do just go after a while. The interview that I was sitting was for a decent post, but they were interviewing over two days, so that could be as many as twelve candidates. I am not holding my breath waiting for someone to phone and offer me the post ! Though colleagues have all been rather sweet, asking about it, as if I was virtually a shoo in. I've applied for a run of promotions recently, this is the fourth, and the third interview, one post I did not get to interview. My performance at interview has improved hugely over the time, so in that respect it is not a wasted effort.
And it is Sunday evening, and tomorrow, I am back to work, for another day of interviewing staff. It is all getting very busy at work, and I am starting to regret volunteering for just so many things recently.
And, so, to bed, ....
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Sunday, 9 November 2008
Technical problem,
Technical Problem,
my website vanished yesterday!
Of course cogitating on things, and a quick check on the forums suggested a perfectly good approach to fixing things.
I had recently upgraded to RapidWeaver 4.2, and there was a slight problem with the download. So either the application file was slightly corrupted, or the document file that includes the website got corrupted when it was upgraded to the new format.
So I downloaded a new version of RapidWeaver 4.2, went into Cyberduck and deleted all the existing files on my website. Went into TimeMachine and pulled out a version of the document file from last week before I upgraded to RapidWeaver 4.2. Uploaded the whole lot again.
On testing, the whole thing seems tickety boo again.
When it comes to technical problems I really do like to work to a scenario of what the problem is, and then try and fix it, rather than the usual tech support approach of working through a short list of solutions, of gradually ascending severity.
However, had my website actually been terminally corrupted, I suppose I would just have set about creating a whole new one. To be honest I am getting a little bored with the current template. It has gained a fair bit of customisation, so it is now probably more a case of starting over again, rather than mild tweaks. I am starting to feel a little minded to create a whole new website from scratch. As ever with technical solutions, make do and mend works fine for a while, but more root and branch change is required from time to time.
my website vanished yesterday!
Of course cogitating on things, and a quick check on the forums suggested a perfectly good approach to fixing things.
I had recently upgraded to RapidWeaver 4.2, and there was a slight problem with the download. So either the application file was slightly corrupted, or the document file that includes the website got corrupted when it was upgraded to the new format.
So I downloaded a new version of RapidWeaver 4.2, went into Cyberduck and deleted all the existing files on my website. Went into TimeMachine and pulled out a version of the document file from last week before I upgraded to RapidWeaver 4.2. Uploaded the whole lot again.
On testing, the whole thing seems tickety boo again.
When it comes to technical problems I really do like to work to a scenario of what the problem is, and then try and fix it, rather than the usual tech support approach of working through a short list of solutions, of gradually ascending severity.
However, had my website actually been terminally corrupted, I suppose I would just have set about creating a whole new one. To be honest I am getting a little bored with the current template. It has gained a fair bit of customisation, so it is now probably more a case of starting over again, rather than mild tweaks. I am starting to feel a little minded to create a whole new website from scratch. As ever with technical solutions, make do and mend works fine for a while, but more root and branch change is required from time to time.
Findings by Kathleen Jamie
Another short review of a book that I have just finished.
A present from my uncle, Findings, by Kathleen Jamie is a selection of short essays. Kathleen is a poet and lecturer at St Andrews University, and the essays follow a rather particular style. They describe trips or observations, predominantly of the natural world, which then provide a prompt for more philosophical musings.
I suspect that there are probably quite a few books following this sort of template, looking for parallels I would suggest, Walden, Sweet Thames Run Softly by Robert Gibbing, or Richard Mabey.
Findings however is a consistently enjoyable and thoughtful book. My only caveat would be that as with the natural world, you do need to slow down your natural pace, and let yourself take it in, a chapter at a time, pausing for breath at times, reflecting, or quietly admiring a fine turn of phrase.
I will find space in my bookshelf, between Gibbing and Mabey, and look at things just a little differently from now on.
Random Quote- “When my mother fell ill, a doctor was called, and my mother always told me the same two things about the doctor - one, that he never sent a bill, and two, that he never entered the room. Not from snobbery or fear of contagion; it was how he made his diagnosis, how he gauged the severity of her disease.”
Page 107
A present from my uncle, Findings, by Kathleen Jamie is a selection of short essays. Kathleen is a poet and lecturer at St Andrews University, and the essays follow a rather particular style. They describe trips or observations, predominantly of the natural world, which then provide a prompt for more philosophical musings.
I suspect that there are probably quite a few books following this sort of template, looking for parallels I would suggest, Walden, Sweet Thames Run Softly by Robert Gibbing, or Richard Mabey.
Findings however is a consistently enjoyable and thoughtful book. My only caveat would be that as with the natural world, you do need to slow down your natural pace, and let yourself take it in, a chapter at a time, pausing for breath at times, reflecting, or quietly admiring a fine turn of phrase.
I will find space in my bookshelf, between Gibbing and Mabey, and look at things just a little differently from now on.
Random Quote- “When my mother fell ill, a doctor was called, and my mother always told me the same two things about the doctor - one, that he never sent a bill, and two, that he never entered the room. Not from snobbery or fear of contagion; it was how he made his diagnosis, how he gauged the severity of her disease.”
Page 107
Sunday, 2 November 2008
long rambling blog entry
Normally I get up early, and write my blog when I have a nice quiet house to myself.
However, this week, I am writing my weekly blog entry before my Sunday tea, just as the weekend is on the way out.
It has been an odd few weeks and weekends lately. The past few weekends I have been helping out with planting bulbs across the local area. We did manage to get some extra volunteers the first week, but the weather has been so dismal since then that the volunteers must have all perfectly sensibly stayed in their beds. Nevertheless, the bulbs are now all safely in the ground where they should be, and with any luck a decent number will pop up in the new year, to brighten up some dull corners.
It is always a rather hopeful pursuit, the actual soil is often a mere skim of topsoil over builder's rubble, we always get the bulbs into the ground late in the year, casual vandalism, council mowing and weedkiller spraying all take their toll. So it is a bit like guerilla gardening, you rather do it, because you think that it is the right thing to do, and you rather hope that it might make a slight positive difference.
The weekends are so short, I tend to be a real meanie about agreeing to do anything. Simply for the selfish reason that I rather like having a free weekend to just potter and do whatever I like.
Anyway, after three weeks, the last of the bulbs are now in.
I have also been catching up on my large pile of newspapers, and others odds and ends of pottering. I have even caught up on some phone calls. We were using a cordless phone, which is great, but if you are on the phone for any length of time, it tends to beep politely a couple of times, and then cut you off. I really hate being curtailed like that, so I fished out an old phone from the loft, and it too is now plugged in to the spaghetti of wires, cables and dust, that lurks in the corner of the living room. I am sure that there must be a better way of organising all the cabling, but failing that, sticking a small table above it, so you cannot see it, does help.
Anyway, it is now possible to have a phone call for as long as you want, which is a vast improvement for catching up with people you like.
I have decided that it is winter, and to be honest have pretty much given up on the garden for the time being. Nothing much is doing out there, and it is a bit grim gardening with fingerless gloves on when the weather is this cold. The loft is also pretty grim in the cold too, so I'm finding stuff to do that means I can stay in the living room. Hence catching up on stuff.
Worth noting that my favourite plant in the garden at the moment is some teasel, which I have grown from seed. I did try and transplant some wild stuff, but it never took. So now I have some great towering spikey teasel, just outside my window. It will probably seed right across the whole street now! However it is a biennial, so you will have to be pretty slow with the weeding to get much bothered by it. There is a photo in my Flickr gallery.
At work things are starting to pick up, in fact things have rather moved on to a footing where I really don't know if I will be able to do what I am setting out to do, which is challenging/fun/worrying all at the same time.
Still looking for a promotion, but it is just a case of applying for things, while still trying to be spiffing at what I am getting paid to do too.
I am getting into all these free or cheap promotions with the Times, the book a week for £2.99 is pretty good, I got the last few. My wife reads far more quickly than I do, and she has raced through them most enjoyably. I have also just received the set of classic albums that they were promoting. I've only listened to the Doors so far, but I quite like trying out random stuff.
I have also just bought 12 Tales from Winter City, by the Young Republic, one of those random groups that I came across, and they have been rather growing on me for some time now. It is a US version of the Delgados, if that helps. Orchestral pop.
Otherwise, the credit crunch is really starting to bite, so really reining in the spending, and doing my best to be very canny. That said, there are plenty of people in far worse straits than me, I really don't have anything much to complain about.
I have been doing a bit of work on the downloads section of my website, I have added in a scan of a Future Shock that I wrote for 2000AD many many years ago, and just for ease a copy of the cover of that particular comic. I have also added a couple more stories to follow After the Burn which I wrote a while back. There is another short story, The Exquisite Corpse, which I finished a while back, and I'm now reasonably happy with. There are quite a few other bits and pieces that have not yet reached the stage of being sufficiently finished for web publication. With luck, over the winter, I'll work up some more material and put it onto my website. At present, my ambition is to work up enough material to self publish a book of short stories and poems. However I am not in any mad rush, keen just to write stuff that I really like, rather than worrying too much about it being like anything else.
However, this week, I am writing my weekly blog entry before my Sunday tea, just as the weekend is on the way out.
It has been an odd few weeks and weekends lately. The past few weekends I have been helping out with planting bulbs across the local area. We did manage to get some extra volunteers the first week, but the weather has been so dismal since then that the volunteers must have all perfectly sensibly stayed in their beds. Nevertheless, the bulbs are now all safely in the ground where they should be, and with any luck a decent number will pop up in the new year, to brighten up some dull corners.
It is always a rather hopeful pursuit, the actual soil is often a mere skim of topsoil over builder's rubble, we always get the bulbs into the ground late in the year, casual vandalism, council mowing and weedkiller spraying all take their toll. So it is a bit like guerilla gardening, you rather do it, because you think that it is the right thing to do, and you rather hope that it might make a slight positive difference.
The weekends are so short, I tend to be a real meanie about agreeing to do anything. Simply for the selfish reason that I rather like having a free weekend to just potter and do whatever I like.
Anyway, after three weeks, the last of the bulbs are now in.
I have also been catching up on my large pile of newspapers, and others odds and ends of pottering. I have even caught up on some phone calls. We were using a cordless phone, which is great, but if you are on the phone for any length of time, it tends to beep politely a couple of times, and then cut you off. I really hate being curtailed like that, so I fished out an old phone from the loft, and it too is now plugged in to the spaghetti of wires, cables and dust, that lurks in the corner of the living room. I am sure that there must be a better way of organising all the cabling, but failing that, sticking a small table above it, so you cannot see it, does help.
Anyway, it is now possible to have a phone call for as long as you want, which is a vast improvement for catching up with people you like.
I have decided that it is winter, and to be honest have pretty much given up on the garden for the time being. Nothing much is doing out there, and it is a bit grim gardening with fingerless gloves on when the weather is this cold. The loft is also pretty grim in the cold too, so I'm finding stuff to do that means I can stay in the living room. Hence catching up on stuff.
Worth noting that my favourite plant in the garden at the moment is some teasel, which I have grown from seed. I did try and transplant some wild stuff, but it never took. So now I have some great towering spikey teasel, just outside my window. It will probably seed right across the whole street now! However it is a biennial, so you will have to be pretty slow with the weeding to get much bothered by it. There is a photo in my Flickr gallery.
At work things are starting to pick up, in fact things have rather moved on to a footing where I really don't know if I will be able to do what I am setting out to do, which is challenging/fun/worrying all at the same time.
Still looking for a promotion, but it is just a case of applying for things, while still trying to be spiffing at what I am getting paid to do too.
I am getting into all these free or cheap promotions with the Times, the book a week for £2.99 is pretty good, I got the last few. My wife reads far more quickly than I do, and she has raced through them most enjoyably. I have also just received the set of classic albums that they were promoting. I've only listened to the Doors so far, but I quite like trying out random stuff.
I have also just bought 12 Tales from Winter City, by the Young Republic, one of those random groups that I came across, and they have been rather growing on me for some time now. It is a US version of the Delgados, if that helps. Orchestral pop.
Otherwise, the credit crunch is really starting to bite, so really reining in the spending, and doing my best to be very canny. That said, there are plenty of people in far worse straits than me, I really don't have anything much to complain about.
I have been doing a bit of work on the downloads section of my website, I have added in a scan of a Future Shock that I wrote for 2000AD many many years ago, and just for ease a copy of the cover of that particular comic. I have also added a couple more stories to follow After the Burn which I wrote a while back. There is another short story, The Exquisite Corpse, which I finished a while back, and I'm now reasonably happy with. There are quite a few other bits and pieces that have not yet reached the stage of being sufficiently finished for web publication. With luck, over the winter, I'll work up some more material and put it onto my website. At present, my ambition is to work up enough material to self publish a book of short stories and poems. However I am not in any mad rush, keen just to write stuff that I really like, rather than worrying too much about it being like anything else.
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