When I moved up to Newcastle and had Outlook inflicted on me for a
while, I moved to using a trackball. I’ve found that they are much,
much easier on the wrist for mouse-heavy applications. The experience
has generally been good. However, logitech insist of supplying mouse
drivers which attempt to be clever, and do the right thing all the
time. One of these things, was to screw up cutting and pasting into a
cygwin window. Finally, I have found the solution:
bind '"\C-y":paste-from-clipboard'
Emacs keybindings in cygwin: what more could you want?
Originally published on my old blog site.
I’ve been totally obsessed recently with Pandora; basically, they have
defined a feature set for music, attributed this set to a library of
music and there you have it: theme-based, personalised internet
radio.
I’ve discovered some many new musicians this way. Ani DiFranco is
playing at the moment (who I knew before). But Melisa Ferrick and Erin
McKeown I’d never heard of before. Jess Klein, I am probably going to
see at the Cluny this week.
At times, you think that talent is a rare thing, but, then, there are
so many people in the world, there is a continual stream of excellent,
surprising and exciting music and art being produced. The traditional
media has limited us massively; we get to hear so little of what is
available. It’s not really a surprise that the v…
Tried a new technique last night; basically, I just slow, shallow
fried large lumbs of tofu. After a while, once they had sealed, I
threw in some cayenne, garlic and, then, some Udon noodles with a bit
of stock to let them cook.
Worked pretty well, as it happens. Took ages, as you’d expect from a
bit lump of tofu, but required little effort.
Originally published on my old blog site.
This morning I got up early and came in for a session on module
design, as part of the PCAP course. I was irritated to find out that
it actually wasn’t on at all, and that I had completely wasted my
time in coming in early (which, if I was being uncharitable, I might
think would have been what happened anyway).
But all is not lost. I found the solution to a problem that has been
bugging me for ages. Once upon a time, I managed to type my email
address as phillip.lord@newcastle.ac.ukl, by mistake, into
firefox. It’s been offering me this as a completion for the last
year. I have finally found the solution on a blog — select the
option, press shift and delete, and it magically disappears.
Originally published on my old blog site.
Have spent the last three days doing a teaching and learning
course. I wouldn’t mind doing this course but, like most academics,
I’m fairly overloaded and would be more interested in doing my own
research, rather than listening to others talk about research that I
am not that interested in. Still, there have been sections of the
course that was quite interesting. I’m a bit distressed to find that I
found the section of resource allocation — that is, how the finance
system of the university system works, and where the cash goes — has
been by far the most interesting section. What am I turning into?
Originally published on my old blog site.
One of the things that annoys my about politics is the tendancy to
massively over-interpret information. The recent spat over the
education of Ruth Kelly’s son is an example. She’s decided to send him
to a private school, as it would appear to be more appropriate for
him.
As far as I can see, the conclusions that you can draw from this, is
that for one child, with one set of learning difficulties, in one
area, one private school appears to be better than state provided
options. Interpretation made in the press is that this means that any
child, in any area, with any learning difficulty would be better off
in private education.
It would be a shock, indeed, if you could find no child, anywhere, who
was not going to better off in a private school.
Originally published on my old…
Today, I am at a research away-day at Slaley Hall. This is a De Vere
hotel, which I am sure is the name of Peter Bowles’ character. The
whole place has a wildly expensive feel to it. Internet access is 15
quid for a 24 hour period, which is probably about a markup up of
about four orders of magnitude.
When I was younger, I thought that the difference between an expensive
hotel and a cheap one would be the basic quality of the experience;
better beds, nicer food and so on. It’s not really true
though. Expensive hotels have exactly the same problems as cheap ones:
soft beds, bad food, light pollution from the corridor, noisy mini-bar
and air con and, worst, people having sex upstairs. The difference is
that the add-ons, that you don’t use anyway, are better. The free
bis…
Been trying out Zudeo. Basically, it’s Azuerus with a nice front
end. It doesn’t take too much to get behind the front though: strange
messages about NATs, UPnP devices and port numbers pop up with
regularity. They need to think more if they really want to sell this
to the mass market. The basic idea of a high quality version of
YouTube is fine, but it takes too long at the moment for the
download.
Originally published on my old blog site.
Perhaps it’s a bit daft of me, expecting too much, but I’d hoped for
some quality entertainment over the Christmas break. I have to say, I
was most disappointed by the general quality of the TV.
I was looking forward to the Ruby in the Smoke, which the BBC
dramatised; I’m a great fan of the books. Somewhat inevitably, Sally
Lockhart was played by Billy Piper, who appears to have become the BBC
standard feisty hero. She was okay although, perhaps, a bit old (Sally
is 14 in the book). Julie Walters was excellent as always. In general,
the film I think lacked over the book. They cut out too many of the
incidental details which provides the books it’s richness. The sense
of the Sally fighting against society was lost. One thing they left
in, was the death of Mrs Holl…
On the metro this morning (my bike is in dry-dock), there was a women
with two young kids (2 years old say), who was encouraging them to
sing Jingle Bells and other such seasonal favourites.
Actually, encouraging them! I mean, did she not know, that everyone
else listening to an out of tune, kiddy-drivvel version of Jungle
Bells just wanted both of the cute small kids to be quiet? Or
die. Horribly.
Climbing the stairs to the way out, I was greeted with "Bing, Bing,
Bong, The Metro would like to wish you all a Happy Christmas". What’s
the point of a recorded service announcement about this! Am I suposed
to think that a piece of tape is showing sincerity? Canned, automated,
templated Christmas greets are a scourge.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Originally publishe…