David's Jottings
...a work in progress...
19 Dec 2015
Driving in Italy
Coming into Palermo, I must admit that the Monday morning rush hour was very busy, with all sorts of vehicles and pedestrians weaving in and out of each other vying for position. But in all this chaos there was an amazing amount of give and take.
In the UK, I would have seen much more aggression and attempted intimidation. Here, a car will pull in front of you and take its own space, and you let it. People will walk in front of your car, expecting you to give way. In essence, I am seeing assertiveness in action, rather than aggression.
The Italian driver seems to have a much broader perception of the systemic nature of traffic rather than seeing themselves as an occupant of an inviolable steel box. I cannot say, however, that I have a huge desire to get in the car and drive around Palermo - it is quite a small city, and walking is the preferred way to get around. The same would apply in any city.
And the roads in southern Italy... miles of empty new autostrade - and all carved through mountainous terrain with hundreds of brand new tunnels.
They must have cost the EU about as much as the average HS2. And all leading from one sleepy seaside town to another. Quite staggering infrastructure after the frenetically crowded UK system. Once out of a city, driving is pleasurable.
19 Apr 2015
Me and Voting
6 Aug 2011
"I didn't see you"...
50-odd years of defensive cycling have left me possibly smugly aware of drivers who don't have the slightest clue of what is around them, and this is my first experience of being knocked off my pedestal of rather knowing hubris.
So - here I am, after 24 hours of travelling to, waiting in, and being subject to the ministrations of, our (for the time being) glorious NHS. I have a rapidly-healing dislocated shoulder and various bruises, and my overwhelming feeling is one of great relief that I am in one piece with no lasting damage.
For my new (24 hours old and very expensive) glasses and my (30 years old but hand-built and high quality) bike it's a different story. But they are things, and replaceable.
So - what happened? I was going round a small roundabout and made the mistake of expecting a car coming from my left to see me. My usual practice is to make eye contact with drivers who are in a potentially threatening position, but this time I slipped up. My attention stayed too long on seeing a gap in the traffic surging onto the roundabout from my right. So there you go.
Two witnesses pressed their names and addresses on me, and Sam, who was walking past, kindly tended to me. Two small female teenagers wearing police uniforms soon took control of the formalities and looked after the offending driver, who was devastated. I sat on a windowsill and clutched my strangely misshaped shoulder watching the world go by through a shimmering mist of delayed shock.
I phoned Katy, who brought the car and she and Sam loaded a pile of twisted wheels and double-butted Reynolds 531 tubing into it, and we went off to Witney hospital. After a few X-rays and some head-scratching, the team there said that I had better go to the JR .
After some entertaining people-watching in casualty, my turn came up in the triage and they proposed a series of possibilities. Some of them involved attractively-described experiments with gas and air, but they said that they would try the low-impact treatment first. This simple method was to rest my torso on a sloping surface dangling my arm over the end holding a couple of kilos. The idea is that the gentle prolonged extension of the joint persuades the head of the humerus back to its rightful place.
The result: one happy DC - it worked! I was fitted with a sling and given an appointment for the trauma clinic. I schlepped over there the next day and the consultant said that it would heal well. I'm waiting for the physio appointment, and realising now that the major focus of my attention has been the shoulder which took most of the impact of the tumble while the rest of my body has been ignored. Minor scrapes and bruises which have been overlooked now become more noticeable, and I have been exhausted by the process of initial healing. I am writing this nearly two days after it happened - I just haven't felt like doing much before now.
So - I'm thankful that it wasn't worse, and feeling a lot better.
Coincidentally, the roundabout is one I wrote about in a previous post about a cycle accident. It's on the approach to what has been since the middle ages the single traffic bridge across the Windrush, currently embroiled in local controversy.
14 May 2011
Rant
Using comparison websites, I've just bought better insurance for £230 less, and Churchill has lost another disgruntled customer.
The problem with this evolving state of affairs is that I am taken for a sucker or I have to spend time and effort monitoring all relationships with service providers to make sure that they are not benefiting from the inertia effect. I suppose that I'm just being old-fashioned, but I seem to spend inordinate chunks of time avoiding being ripped off. I suppose that it's the way things work nowadays, and it's saddening.
26 Apr 2011
Fallen trees
It's difficult to give an idea of the scale, but it was a large specimen. Indeed, it was visible from space for some time, as this Google Earth image from 2004 shows:
The exact location is: 51.749130° -0.770632°
One problem with taking pictures in a forest is that you can't see the tree for the wood (!) - it's impossible to stand back. So instead I set up a tripod fairly close to it and take about a dozen shots.
The resulting sweep of individual pics are cunningly stitched together to make panoramas which, although they bear little relation to how it's perceived, can be eyecatching. Here's one from its first winter:
...and this is what it looked like around 7 years later:
And there are other fallen beasts - another sample:
18 Apr 2011
Inertia
I wonder whether he has any notion of inertia, and how he could simply lie the bottle down with its long axis along the belt to avoid this repeated learning opportunity.
At least, he didn't stand the bottle up, and have it fall over each time. There might yet be hope for humanity.
2 Sept 2009
Spooky...
Stars of the show for me, again, were The Spooky Men's Chorale (check them out on YouTube if you are not familiar!) I went to the two vocal workshops run by Stephen Taberner (the Spookmeister of this outfit) and was bowled over by his facilitation of the (literally) hundreds of participants. A true master at work.
I am getting increasingly annoyed by over-amplification. The technology of PA systems has moved on, and generally the sound was really high quality. But the guys on the desk seem to want to prove how earthmoving their rigs can be, and they certainly pulled the stops out for some bands. A friend had recommended the Demon Barbers, and I went along expecting, and getting, some great high-energy music.
Problem was, the bass drum was amplified through a huge "subwoofer" which put out levels of sound way beyond comfort. Immediately they started, people began to leave, and after the first number a guy actually shouted out from the audience about the painful thumping. The vocalist said that he couldn't do anything about it from the stage.
I left (along with many others), and on my way out had a word with the guy on the sound desk, who said that I was out of touch with what people wanted(!) Apparently, people enjoy having their brains shaken to a jelly inside their skulls, and their chest cavities resonating in time...
As we retired to our tents nearby, the whole world seemed to vibrate - earplugs made very little difference - it was as if the rattling was happening inside my skull. I'm happy for the loud stuff to be in its proper place - I saw Edward II on one of the other stages (which I think I could rightfully say was more oriented towards younger tastes) and they were quite loud! But I suppose that I want to make a plea for moderation in a venue which is basically for folk music. Ho hum...
12 Jul 2009
Faith restored...
The whole thing is a very professional, well-rehearsed operation (you can find video from this tour all over YouTube) but he makes it seem immediate yet unhurried: a star with humility. I really don't resent contributing to his pension fund!
12 Jun 2009
Last Straw...
29 May 2009
Is this a question?
(start quote) ..........................
Hi i am hoping that someone has got some exercise equiptment lurking somewhere that perhaps needs a new home??
I have lost quite a bit of weight and wanted to keep it going with adding some exercise?
Any offers would be fab.
Thanks for reading
...................................(sic)
What is absolutely amazing is that no-one would have dreamed of writing this even 10 years ago - my thesis is that people have just got so used to the sound and feel of saying stuff like this that when they come to the (relatively marginal) job of writing, the inflection is replicated in text. I'm quite fascinated by this...
30 Apr 2009
Experience over hope...
Vocally, it was a game of "guess the track". Often I would recognise a lick or a chord sequence but, despite this, not associate it with the words until the first chorus. It's almost as if he is just lost down a long, oft-rehearsed tunnel of self-parody in a sneering, whining, gutturally unmelodic attempt to put listeners off the scent of recognition. It's all very well developing and evolving as a performer, but this is just taking things too far!
His well-documented separateness (one longtime drummer said that he never left any musical "breadcrumbs" for accompanists to follow) from his fellow-musicians and his complete separation from the audience was sad. People I was with were comparing him with Cohen, who, in exactly the same venue, managed to make an immediate, astonishing, intimate contact.
A disappointment. And not, perhaps, in the way that the guy who famously shouted "JUDAS!!" all those years ago. It's not that I'm against his moving on, or his new techniques, or his bringing new life to old material. I'm not saying that he has betrayed himself, or his fans, or a cause. I suppose I'm pinning my colours to the mast and saying that this emperor has very few clothes left as a live performer. He is running on his reputation (palpable around me last night) - which is massive.
He has been and continues to be one of the great 'pop' singer/songwriter/performers of my lifetime. He is up there with Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Lennon/McCartney, Loudon Wainwright, Bonnie Raitt, Frank Zappa, James Taylor, Neil Young, Gerry Rafferty, Paul Simon, Van Morrison and the other predictable idols. But...
He is showing signs of running on empty. I liked "Modern Times" - but as I think about it, it probably owes more to the musicians around him and making a special effort for the studio than he doles out to his paying gig customers. I asked myself "why does he do this..?"
He can't (like Cohen) need to build up his retirement pot. He slogs around the world doing his thing, but for what purpose? SURELY he can't be enjoying it? That, I think, is the major reason for my discomfort. There didn't really seem to be a point. He really needs to rest his larynx. It sounds shot to pieces - and he doesn't even attempt to sing, as such - and I reckon that it must be quite painful for him to do so, which is why he resorts to snarling.
I'm beginning to sound like Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells...
10 Mar 2009
Amassing Ammo
On the same day we also found a driving licence and a handbag (probably discarded after a robbery) complete with credit cards but no cash.
The bullets were in a rusty old tin:
...quite possibly a wartime relic that had become an embarrassment.
A close-up:
...we also found two shopping trolleys, a car battery, engine oil and enough discarded tins, wrappers and assorted rubbish to fill about twelve large bags.
ps: I hope you liked the title of this post :-)
7 Jan 2009
Brain Scan
http://news.bbc.co.uk/today/hi/today/newsid_7814000/7814946.stm
It's the last (0854) item.
25 Nov 2007
Brown and Bush
Brown's first visit to Bush was obviously going to be a difficult event. Blair had been his mate, spoken his language and fawningly colluded with one of the most ruthless projects of belligerence in recent history. I observed that Brown had a very different personal style. Indeed, my sense of him is that he is further along the autistic spectrum than most of us: managing himself in interpersonal situations seems to be a baffling project that he doesn't quite have a handle on. He reportedly had to be trained to smile and give the appearance of connecting at an emotional level before he was considered electable.
I expected that Bush - the archetypal frat boy - would have problems in dealing with him. What I did not expect was that he would do what frat boys do with the new kid on the block - to subject him to a finely-tuned bit of humiliation.
When Brown arrived in the USA, Bush arranged to transport him from the plane to the waiting press pack (as in "wolf pack" - and guess who is "top dog"...) in a golf buggy. As he set off, he threw the buggy into a tight circle so that Brown was subjected to centrifugal force on the outside of the curve and, without a steering wheel to hold on to, had to tense his body and grab for support in an undignified way.
I remarked on this to a German friend, and he pointed out that Bush had put Angela Merkel through a blatant and abusive piece of intimidation in his "playful" alpha-male way:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dfrHT8o-0A
But back to the golf buggy - I have looked around for media comments:
"If Brown was deferential, Bush was playful -- from the very beginning of the visit. When Brown arrived at Camp David on Sunday, Bush invited him into a golf cart labeled 'Golf Cart One' on the front. The president started to head off but then threw the cart into a 360-degree turn, smiling mischievously for the cameras, before speeding off. Brown, in this AFP photo, looks a bit aghast. But he went along for the ride."
source:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/blog/2007/07/30/BL2007073000950_2.html?hpid=topnews
"The hacks here are divided about whether to call this the 'roast beef summit' (after the food served to the president and prime minister) or the 'golf buggy' summit (after the vehicle Mr Bush took Mr Brown out for a spin in, producing a look on the PM's face that said 'this wasn't in the script'!)"
source:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/nickrobinson/gordon_brown_usa_07/
I didn't detect much negative comment at the time, but it evoked in me a surprising and totally unfamiliar sense of patriotic outrage that my prime minister should be subjected to such treatment.
Well, I suppose that's what happens when a country allows its military-industrial subculture to engineer the results of an election...
16 Oct 2007
Altrustic Driving
The report makes use of Bill Beaty's observations (note - not theories!) which can be read here - and anyone interested in science will enjoy wandering round the rest of his site.
19 Feb 2007
My Right Foot
I've been experimenting for some time with fuel economy since buying a car (Skoda Octavia 1.9 diesel) which offers a display of the instantaneous fuel consumption. This is a useful feature which offers feedback on driving style - and I confirmed the established truism that a heavy right foot on the accelerator lowers consumption.
To step back from this observation - there are of course many other factors which reduce economy:
- short journeys (especially in a diesel, which takes longer to reach efficient operating temperature)
- getting from A to B as quickly as possible
- maintaining speed up hills
...and I assume that anyone who is keen to reduce consumption of our fossil fuels will be aware of the basics. My intention is to take this interest forward.
The right foot in a car is placed on the pedal in a way which makes it able to apply large force (using the calf muscle). This is very useful in braking - although this is nowadays not necessary due to power assistance. The fact is, however, that this arrangement does not make fine control very easy. The large muscles of the leg are designed for locomotion - fine muscular control is available only at the end of the limb. An analogy would be to imagine having to do what you normally do with your hands if they were encased in a shoe.
"Dynamic Tension" (with apologies to Charles Atlas!)
Another observation: when driving the right leg is typically held in a position of tension - the antagonistic muscles of the calf and shin maintain and vary the angle of the ankle. This is fine when standing or walking, but I wondered how it might be if the major leg muscles could be allowed to be at rest. Of course, the right foot must always be available for instant action to operate the brake - but I haven't found this to be a problem.
So - I made a rounded “platform” or ledge close to the right hand side of the pedal. On this I rest the right side of my foot, and the left side of the foot touches the pedal. In this way, rotating (or to use the technical term, everting/inverting)the foot rather than using the gross movement of the ankle produces much more controllable pressure on the accelerator.
I experimented with various materials, and finally built up laminations of carpet tile with a glue gun. This is shaped to fit the contours of the car interior and attached with Velcro to the carpet lining.
(A digression – when people have shown an interest and asked how they might do it, I have found that some cars do not have a lot of room to the right of the accelerator pedal. I’m just thankful that the Octavia does!)
Taking care to get the right arrangement, the result is a foot-rest which enables me to have fine control of the accelerator. Since I have installed it the overall MPG of the car has risen to around 57. Using care I can get 70+ and indeed even short quick trips are rarely under 50.
Raw competitiveness
It's quite easy to develop new habits and get used to the lower average speeds which result. And I've also found that my competitiveness (which used to manifest in seeing how fast I can get from A to B) has now shifted. The pursuit of economy can substitute for more destructive urges - I'm sure it's all part of the macho spectrum, but less damaging to the planet.
And it's catching - my wife will come back from a trip in the car glowing with pride and punching the air announcing "I got 60!!" It might be something to do with the ageing process, or perhaps an evolving awareness of our global responsibility - but playing games like this is fun!
I'm grateful to Charlie, a physiotherapist friend who discussed this project with me.