Tyne

We picked a surprisingly quick route to the north east where we soon fell into a lively Italian restaurant to begin catching up on various events.

After London, it's as if all the bridges in central Newcastle have been somehow compressed together, along with the elevated scenery, all juxtaposed into a compact series of three dimensional puzzles.

This makes it a great city for walking, so except for the end of a long evening, when a taxi came in useful, the rest of the time has been on foot.

a pint of bitter in a thin glass

No prizes for guessing where we are bundling ourselves off to in a car this weekend.

Well, OK then - Newcastle and Gateshead.

We won't see Carter there, but I may just take the DVD.

midnight diamonds

It's way after midnight and too late to expect new tyre tracks in the fresh snow.

I've cleared the pans of courgettes, tomatoes and some kind of garlic kicker.

Nearby I hear an argument about money or alimony but doubt that George can beat Catherine.

There's red wine threatening me in the glass, but I've already decided clarity will assist the morning's early start.

I look back to the diamond glitter and wonder whether the route north will be clear in time.

another evening in town

A place near the main drag all lit in neon, with shadow glass and five types of chrome. Someone planned for us all to be here although sushi had given way to some kind of Chinese French. I'd got a spare seat next to me for a late arrival, so she'd be near the middle instead of out on the edges.

We'd already played out quite a few hands during the afternoon, so the permanent nighttime of the bar gave excuses to pretend leave the real business by the door.

Place some clarinet around the bass backbeat. Click a few fingers near the candles.

Not dark enough for some though; wearing shades to hide their expressions.

furnished with blue lights, baby

I've still got to clear half an apartment's worth of 'why?' to make some building space.

There's less than four weeks until more things arrive and there needs to be somewhere intermediate.

Old stuff out. New stuff in.

Then more old stuff out.

And that's just the holding space.

It's a good theory.

i smoke my friends down to the filter

Sometimes you have to pick a corner so when the bar fills you can still spot the friendly faces. The smile that might not be complete recognition but you know its the right person. The one that tells you the dreams are still alive and they don't all belong to someone else.

So yesterday, we'd picked to meet in a barroom I'd never visited and I arrived so early that the barman was kneeling, lighting log fires in the hearths.

I'd already checked my overcoat pockets for burned out ferris wheel lights or other tell-tale signs of recent misdemeanours. My hands came out clean and ready to wave in the candle-light.

We were both forward lookers so after only a glance or two over our shoulders we moved it right along - fun going forward. Of course there were secrets but none that the wine won't protect or another day can't provide for a slow reveal.


Picture : Anders Petersen - Cafe Lehmitz - 1960

shilling installments

It's been both a cold and foggy evening with shapes melting away after about 20 feet* of distance.

It all seems right and appropriate on the eve of Charles Dicken's 200th Anniversary and I'll celebrate the various cliches about London Town and fogs for the occasion.

Like many, I studied Dickens back in school, with the text of Hard Times as a set piece along with Shakespeare, Chaucer and George Orwell. The names of Thomas Gradgrind, steeped in Facts, Sleary the lisping circus owner, Bitzer and Bounderby are enough to conjure plot lines even before the first pages are turned.

Everyone knows 'Oliver Twist' and 'A Christmas Carol' but there's plenty more of Dicken's stories out there, written as serials, the affordable soap operas of the day.

Weird then, to be asked a couple of days ago about whether I had any use for a set of Dicken's novels. They are one set that I'd happily make a space to enjoy in shilling installments.


* non metric in context with the rest of the post

a thin kind of snow

We were walking around the low-water Thames tide at Ransome's Dock yesterday, just before the snow arrived. We'd already pressed our noses to the windows of The Albert, but decided instead to make our way back across the almost deserted park.

The pub was jam-packed as if everyone had decided to go somewhere ahead of the ever more excited weather forecasts.

So maybe today invites a chance to contemplate. This morning's few footprints can tell stories but it's mainly that everyone and their cats are adjusting plans.

And this snow without flurries is already fast melting. A freeze frame moment just before hitting Play.

in which I am offered a Lear Jet

Oh well, I suppose it makes a change from the mail-shots about moving money and treasure from various African states. Oh, and those pharma solutions which intriguingly have recently been Millibanded with all the 'a's turned into 'o's.

Yep, today's mail shot was offering me a share of a Lear Jet. The all new carbon-composite Type 85 actually.

I'm not sure though. If the plane is based in America it may prove a trifle inconvenient for flights around Europe. I've had a look at the convenient flight planning ready reckoner and will admit I'm now slightly confused about the differences between Super-Light and Midsize, when the Super-Light seems to have a higher capacity. Maybe its the quality of the upholstery and the improved selection of beverages?

I expect I'm getting all this new attention since the recent spike in the traffic through rashbre central. Admittedly it was my wild speculation about some new technology a few days ago, but the daily stats jumped to 4,500 hits in a single day for just one item. Maybe I could use some new transportation to stay connected.

Or maybe I'll just stay with my carbon-composite bicycle for a bit longer.

in which I discover my bike's inadvertent blog

I had a slight surprise today when I found that my bike seemed to have it's own blog.

Well, not exactly a blog, but at least an RSS stream which I'd picked up on my RSS reader.

It's my own fault that it happened. I've written about it before, but I use the ANT + system to allow the various speedometers and such-like to communicate on my bicycle. ANT + is a bit like a mini Wi-Fi or Bluetooth for use over short distances and mainly used for counting things like speed, cadence and heart-rate.

Of course, these things can be counted whilst pedalling the bike, but also saved as statistics. And that's what happened to the numbers from my bike. They were offloaded to another system, stored away and quietly published into the cloud.

Now I don't particularly mind, but I was slightly surprised to see them appearing as a stream of messages on my Newsreader - even back to before my slippy-slidey ride from over a year ago. It was like a little history trip, but without all of the detail.

And I realised that some of the other things that ANT + can count include weight, body mass...the list goes on.

I've decided it might be best to switch off that particular social stream. My bike will have to be blog-less.

Olympus OM-D

I got sent one of those notes about the upcoming new Olympus camera a couple of days ago. To be truthful I've only just got around to reading it, and it was only when I noticed that the O and M in the wording had been slightly emboldened that I paid more attention.

Anyone that reads my rather occasional photography blog rashbre snapped will know I'm quite a fan of the Olympus OM SLRs, which were a range of film cameras. The original cameras were created back in the 1970s and are something of a design classic with simple controls in just the right place and a huge selection of good quality prime lenses to accompany.

I've tried fixing the OM Zuiko lenses to modern Canon bodies, with good effect and still take an Olympus OM-2 out for walks sometimes.

So the recent Olympus note is quite intriguing, although my suspicion is that the rumoured new camera will be somewhat different from the original form of the Olympus. I doubt they will use a mirror, more likely an electronic view finder and probably micro 4/3rds format, something like the Lumix GF-1 example I show in the picture above.

So ahead of any formal announcement of the new camera, I'll review a few design pointers from the original.

1. The pyramid shaped prism area
2. The shutter speed ring around the lens
3. Full Frame (it was 35 mm)
4. An aperture ring on the lenses
5. Compatibility with the OM lens system
6. Largely (simple) manual controls

Beyond the overly silvered-up and strangely copy-written 'artists impressions' like below, it will be interesting to see how much of this could be preserved in a commercially viable update for the 21st century?

update on updating the updates with more updates

My PC saga continues. Luckily it's a secondary machine and it is really for a single purpose. I suppose I should come clean and admit I bought the (inexpensive) computer in a supermarket along with the weekly groceries.

Anyhow, after I'd fixed the Wi-Fi connection that didn't work on the brand new machine, I decided to load the software I'd bought the machine to use.

Actually before that, Windows asked me to tarry a while to allow it to do 32 systems updates. I decided it best to leave it overnight to burble away.

Then to load in the DVD containing the main software. A further problem. The brand new software required an update before it would work properly.

"Open the pod bay doors, Hal"

"Sorry, (Dave), I can't do that *"

Something to do with Windows 7 and x64. Then a couple more re-boots.

Then the newly uploaded software said it also needed an upgrade.

This one took a long time because it decided it needed to re-download the entire software suite from the internet. It was less than 2 GB but still took a while. Except it failed part way through the first couple of times.

I plugged the machine back into an ethernet connection and reran the download.

Another overnight process to install the new version.

Except...It said it needed to do a further upgrade. Just a small one this time.

Oh and then one more.

Another day passed.

But hooray all the bits have now been installed, plus a couple of other drivers.

Four days from purchase to first proper use.

I suspect many would have surrendered long before the end of this process.

The PC equivalent of "It just works" seems to be "It finally works" although judging from Windows 8's new 'BSOD Blue Screen of Death' error message, there's going to be an attempt to make errors look like fun.
* tangentially, have you noticed that if you ask an iPhone Siri to sing you a song it will choose "Daisy, Daisy"?