making the powerboat picture scroll out of view

In the interests of anyone else reading this blog - and from yesterday's feedback - I thought I'd better write a slightly longer post today.

The main reason is so that yesterday's post scrolls out of view. It's all very well seeing the animated powerboat in yesterday's entry swing around for a few seconds, but it does seem to go on for an awfully long time.

So my objective is to write enough to be sure that Sunday's post has scrolled out of view.

So let's start with an update on my car. It's still broken.

I still have the white replacement car whilst they are waiting for something to be shipped from Stuttgart. Actually, I ordered some replacement ink toner last Thursday, from Hohenbrunn, Germany. That's near to Munich. It arrived on Friday via Deutsche Post, so I don't think it's the logistics of getting the parts to England.

My car is also only two years old, so I'm ruling out that the parts are hard to come by. The chap in the dealership said they don't get much call for whatever it was, hence the lengthiness of the ordering process. They've also regaled me with a story about someone's Very Posh Car that took 12 weeks to get the part. I don't want to be in that sort of competition, thank you very much.

I'm still thinking about the revenue model for all these car manufacturers as they add ever more complicated parts to the vehicles. Not being able to fix a windscreen is a case in point.

Meanwhile, in other automotive related news, we have had the little blue French car MOT-tested and it's now at the point where it's ready to sell. The shiny stylish red Italian replacement arrived on Saturday although I doubt if I'll ever get a chance to drive it. Maybe I can hum the theme tune from the Graduate when I'm a passenger in it.

Of course, the old car was a convertible with one of those fancy folding metal roofs. The new one has reverted to a panoramic sun roof, which makes it light inside without the full force of the elements. Strangely enough, now I'm cycling more, I feel I get enough of the 'open-top' experience on two wheels.

Actually, I think I got almost too much of it yesterday afternoon, until the sun eventually returned. I could gently steam on the last part of my inward trip.

Which will bring me to my recent cycling mileage. I've just clicked over 1,600 miles for 2013, which was my original full year target for 2012. Admittedly I exceeded the 2012 target significantly, but it's still interesting to look at the difference in my own expectations a year along.

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German philosopher or sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

Sometimes, when I'm busy, or preoccupied with steering the boat, I have to use up a 'spare post'.

It's usually the drifting raft (d-raft) of something that I abandoned. So not very time-bounded but it will keep the blog afloat, if I manage to duck around the flying sunglasses.

Although these partially completed drafts persist, I should really delete most of them.

I even found a couple of posts featuring cats in the back archive. One was playing with dominoes.

My 'blog for ten minutes plus add one picture per day' principle still applies most of the time, and I do try to keep a few London stories and an occasional red bus or black cab in the mix as a way to keep some sense of place.

As illustrated above, I'm back in control although still unable to pass Buzzfeed's 'Was it Nietzsche or Spongebob Squarepants?' test.

why i won't miss google reader

I did configure google reader, but in truth I never used it.

There's a couple of other little utilities that I've used, which are very fast and browse many feeds with just the arrow keys.

My favourite desktop one has been netnewswire (which I think was called netgator previously). Easy and really fast to use, in my case it keeps an embarrassing 45,000 entries routinely buffered up for browsing. My biggest problem is remembering to delete dead and duplicate feeds. Just a mouse click admittedly.

Then along came reeder, which has a similar style of interface, slightly glossier but less direct arrow-key based although even the paid version insists on dropping adverts into the stream. It seems to top out at 20,000 buffered items. I still mainly use netnewswire over reader.

And to move to gloss over speed, there's feedly, which is probably the one most people will migrate to. It looks very sleek on most platforms, and serves up nice graphics, but becomes more browsy rather than fast to read.

The 'In my feedly' column can get a bit confused when you have a lot of feeds. You'll see on my example that it has randomly selected rashbre central twice as well as 'Metroblogging Orange County' which is hardly one of my most common reads. I suppose if I used it more I'd clean up these aspects.

I do already have my RSS feeds in groups with folder numbers (like 40 for Technology)

So I suppose google reader's demise creates a catalyst for me to rethink my RSS browsing.

calm before a snow flurry

Anyone used to this part of London will notice the Sunday-like absence of people and traffic. It was the calm before the storm because within a couple of minutes the icy wind had given way to a bitter (although short-lived) snow fall.

I had to make a quick decision about whether to go early to my meeting or dive into a coffee shop.

My absence of later pictures indicates that I headed for the meeting room's shelter.

The 32 Stops - Danny Dorling on the Central Line

I commented a couple of days ago about being in a coffee shop in the City and running into an acquaintance.

The same thing happened again during Saturday, when we were shadows in a cafe yet through the window I could see someone waving their arms. Another friend, and another improbable co-incidence.

London may be large, but there are certainly areas with the right concentration of intersections, supported by the extensive weave of the transportation systems which help place people on the same lines.

I've just bought the one of the Penguin paperbacks celebrating the London Tube line's 150th anniversary, and have been reading some of the stories.

As a series, it's a good idea. There's one book per train line (e.g. District Line, Victoria Line and so on). The authors and stories have a relevance to the subject matter, but the writers have each completed a score card containing information about their Tube-geekiness and length of time lived in London.

The book store where I first saw the series had all of them on display. I had to pause a few minutes to decide where to start. I was tempted by the Waterloo and City Line (which is my current squeeze) but even its clever reversible format couldn't dissuade me from starting with my true loyalty.

The Central Line.

I've easily clocked more miles on that line than any other, spread over many years from living east to nowadays living west.

The narrative starts at West Ruislip and so far I've only reached Hanger Lane. It's an interesting approach with social observations about the demographics of the people at each stop. So far, the journey inwards is showing monotonic declining social conditions, lower educational expectations and reduced life expectancy with every stop.

The approach so far appears statistically driven, although doesn't read like a Professorial text book, instead projecting voices and situations onto the examples. It's clearly been researched because the last 30 or so pages are full of foot note references.

I like the idea of the book and can tell from my quick peek at the others in the series that there will be a variety of styles and themes. Maybe one a month to complete the set? Hmm, at that rate, 12 tube lines would take a year.

Meanwhile, today, I'm sure I'll get as far as Notting Hill Gate.

the temporary white car arrives

My temporary white replacement car has now arrived.

It's Spanish and the delivery person was very helpful. I don't think I've seen this type of car before but I'm sure I will see them everywhere now I'm in one, even if their advertising appears to be from another part of Europe and possibly a different decade.

It's already over two weeks since the stone pinged the windscreen of my own car and I think I've done well to use foot, bike and public transport in the intervening period.

The glass repair company did say they could provide a car sooner, but I thought I'd hold out in case my own vehicle could be fixed.

The latest head shaking indicates at least another week of substitute transport which is why I finally agreed to take a loaner until my own is ready. It's reached the stage where it is better to have the paperwork done and possession rather than need wheels suddenly and then have to wait.

Each stage of this process is getting more complicated. From the stone ping 1 cm dink, to the 15 cm crack, to the replacement glass fitting that cut some wires. Then most of the error diagnostics on my car coming on when I started it - Why the windscreen affects the Electronic Stability system is a kind of mystery? Then to the dealer who has had to order the parts from Germany. And now I have a substitute vehicle from a hire company.

In the back of my mind I'm wondering about all the money being spent on this. I'm covered, but as more cars get clever glass, this is going to get expensive for lots of people.

But then, I suppose even my bicycle has sat-nav.

a higher probability than one might expect

I'm working around the Square Mile at the moment, so every day I go past a dragon's wing on the way to work.

It's also an area* densely packed with bars and restaurants, quite a few of which have subterranean elements. It's probably possible to go to a different place every day without walking very far at all.

The trick, like in the early morning, is to know the places with shorter queues and maybe places where it is easy enough to get a table.

And that was my process today, when I arrived too early for my first session, having emerged from the orderly queues of the Waterloo and City line tube.

They say that the City is a pretty small world. Sure enough, I was sitting sipping my coffee quietly when I noticed someone arrive at another table. One of those moments of double take as we recognised one another. Then a hurried few minutes chatting before disappearing to our completely different corners of this dense area of London.

* I know, this post is an excuse to show another London bus and taxi (and yes, those shoes are orange)

buzzard acrobatics herald spring

It looks as if I'll be car-less for the whole week. The people fixing it have had to order a front facing camera(?) from Germany and it may take a few days to arrive. Don't ask.

Bizarrely, I've become quite an expert on noticing cars with simple windscreens and others with complicated electronics. My test is whether the rear-view mirror is just stuck on with a little square sticky pad. They are the simple ones.

The last few days I've been getting around on foot and bicycle and fortunately the weather has been quite sunny. Whilst cycling a couple of days ago I spotted what I initially thought was a red kite bird swooping over the neighbourhood.

I've mentioned them before because they have come back from near extinction to gradually spread back around the area. In urban surroundings with mainly smaller birds, the still relatively rare red kites have a significant presence with an almost 2 metre wing-span. I have sometimes seen one of the kites being chased by smaller birds.

When I noticed what I assumed to be the same bird again today it was doing some kind of aerial stunts, diving, spinning and making a sound like a cat. I was close enough to notice the tail didn't look right and realised it was actually a buzzard showing off to its mate. Spring acrobatics.

No decent camera to hand but I managed to snap the bird and its partner. I boosted the shadowy colour and can just make out the distinctive necklace of white.

And after I'd taken just two shots they slid away on some kind of laminar air current. In the car I'd have missed them completely. Even with the mysterious front facing camera.

raw fingers and incompatible dry cleaning

Yesterday's cycling expedition included raw fingers, simply because I thought I'd use my bright yellow fingerless gloves.

My cycling jacket with the full gloves in the pockets is in the boot of my car, which is still at the dealer awaiting the system refit.

Other parts of me that started out cold soon warmed on the bike, but my forward facing fingers needed some soothing balms after my return home.

I've been keeping an eye on my 'year to date' cycling statistics too, and making the bike more of a habit is helping me hit my various targets.

I haven't properly checked February yet, but I think it will be somewhere between 600-700 miles. With that in mind, I should be able to hit my bigger targets for 2013.

My recent hanging around in a car dealership meant I noticed that many finance deals for cars are proposed on the basis of annual mileages of 5000-6000 miles, which isn't so different from my projected cycle target for the year.

Although I did realise that today's mission to collect the dry cleaning wasn't really bicycle compatible.

space cruiser grounded after particle collision

Well, I took the car to the dealership to get it fixed. There was shaking of heads as I handed over the key. The stone hitting the windscreen has created ripple of challenges.

I'd also discovered a couple more faults on the way to the dealer. When it started to rain, the wipers would only do their very intermittent setting. The automatic lights were not coming on. The list of faults continues to grow.

Perhaps a man with a van and a hammer is insufficient to fix modern windscreen technology with its embedded computers, sensors and aerials.

I sipped a super-hot car dealer coffee and idly watched the news loop on the television. My car appeared behind the big glass wall in the spotless repair zone and studious looking technicians examined it.

I decided that space travel was going to remain out of reach for everyman. If a car is now as sophisticated as a small space cruiser, then adding flight and low gravity doesn't bode well for family use.

They told me that the repair to the windscreen had severed some wires and damaged the head lining of the car. There was also a small camera which might have been affected.

My car is only 2 years old; they said it should be put back to factory condition. They'd have to order the parts including a wiring loom which may need to come from Germany. They predicted it would be next Wednesday before it would be ready.

I shall be adding more bicycle mileage over the next few days and fortunately I'm working in Central London at the moment.

Meantime, I'll have to make do with cowboy bebop manga space cruisers.

chain reaction

Well, the car windscreen was 'fixed' a couple of days ago.

It's a good example of a chain reaction, and at the moment I think I'm the fissionable material.

Let's recap.

A tiny ping as something hit the windscreen.

Unaided, by the next day it had become a 15 cm split across the glass.

Call the fixers last Friday, who arrive with the glass on Tuesday.

Fixed but please don't drive it for an hour.

It was already late and I didn't even drive it the next day.

Eventually, on Thursday I start it up and there's a selection of bing bong sounds from the dashboard.

A range of warning messages scroll past:

"Distronic Plus disabled"
"Parktronic Plus disabled"
"ESP disabled" (seriously!)
"Read Owners Manual for more information"

And a few more that I can't even remember. I have never seen so many warnings. I didn't even know I could have so many systems go wrong at once. I'm not sure how Scotty and Captain Kirk could have coped.

Even the little steaming coffee cup symbol stopped displaying. How will I know when I'm thirsty?

Call the glass fixers to advise them that something is amiss after their visit.

"We'll call you back from the depot in a couple of hours"

Call the car dealership.

Glum sounds as I'm told I will need to take it in to be sorted out and there isn't a simple reset button to fix it all.

When the glass fitters eventually called back, they did say this kind of thing has happened before. They recognised the symptoms and said it was probably caused by a wire being cut through in error.

The car goes into the dealer tomorrow. That's a week since the stone hit the glass and I feel as if I'm still going backwards. The man from the glass fitters has said he'll pay the bill.

There's a lesson here somewhere about engineering complexity. The glass on my car is obviously too clever for its own good. And I've been without a car for a week.

cookies and chips

There was a small ping as the stone hit the front windscreen.

I've been travelling on quite a few motorways recently and loose stuff on the road surface can be troublesome.

"Look," I said, "it's made a dink."

It was quite a small star shaped mark on the front screen, about the size of a twenty pence piece. I remembered that Autoglass will fix small marks in windscreens rather than having to replace the whole piece, so decided to call them from home - but forgot that evening.

Next morning I was running an errand to the train station.

"Look," I said, "It's got bigger."

Autoglass wouldn't be able to fix it with their heat treatment now. It had morphed from 10mm to about 15cm. Overnight.

That's partly how I came to be making cookies. I'd just returned from a 25 mile bike ride, put everything away and showered. I remembered I'd intended to get some shopping on the way back. Now I just didn't feel like going out again, especially in the cracked car.

The forgotten entertainment cookies would need to be improvised from the rashbre kitchen.

Five minutes with eggs, breadmaking flour (only kind available), milk, butter, brown sugar, cocoa, broken chocolate squares, currants, cinnamon, brandy. Make around a litre of gloop. Test taste the flavour. Pour onto metal foil. Chuck in 200C oven.

Wait.

Peel the foil and make into squares.

Serve with a story.