Friday, December 25, 2009

Happy Christmas

This Christmas allow me to gently dream of dimmed lights, a simmering fireplace, snow drifting softly through glossy french doors outside and a silent, musing barefoot dance on a warm carpet to Tori's A Silent Night With You.

Untitled Scribble at Christmas Time
No need for uncomfortable silences
No tribute to modern conveniences
No trite hymns to gifts of frankincense and myrrh
I didn't want anything for Christmas

These gifts gave me nothing to hold
If not of hope, not worth a weight in gold
I'd wished for a thought, a photograph, a signal
Being stubborn to stifle a memory as I was told.


Not a shameless plug to the holiday album I never thought Tori would make, but I like to think that Christmas would be lit by the traditional this season, filled with the thoughtful tunes from old instead of the jolly holiday faves played on the radio.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Welcome Home New Puppy Part One: Decisions Decisions

Brought Bailey home today.  Less prepared than I should be.

Bringing a new puppy home is a bit like going to war.  I don't mean this in an aggressive way (OK, maybe I do, a little) but in a nutshell, one can never be too prepared, it's all about the terrain (your home turf), and strategic planning is the essence of success.

I don't think I've ever seen any free doggy advice site say this, actually not even the paid ones, but having now come out, battle-weary and a survivor of not one but two puppies, I can honestly say this is true.  I envy the domestic goddess puppy keepers that look like Nigella, have perfect puppies and are stay home mums.  I'm not a stay home mum, I risk getting criticized for leaving my dogs at home alone with no one (what's each other then?) for company while I work full-time, and I still love dogs and love what they bring to my life when I'm home with them.

But yes, before you bring your puppy home, preparation is the mother of success.  And no, you can never be too prepared.

Here's some of the decisions I'd wish I'd made before Bailey came home:

A decision on where the puppy is going to spend the majority of their time when I am not able to supervise, train or play with my puppy.
While this sounds simple at first glance, thinking through this deeper, it's not as easy as it seems.  For one, no site seems to tell you exactly how much space to give your dog so that you're neither being cruel to the pet, nor giving it the equivalent of a playboy mansion when you take it home.  For another, a recent search showed that many sites favoured crate training, and demonstrated how to pick the right size for a crate, but not the puppy's play area/territory.

I came up with an easy rule of thumb that worked for me:  Imagine a rectangle area, simple length (L) x width (W) on the ground.  Find out the length of your puppy as an adult dog.  Look up websites or ask the breeder if you're not sure how large typical dogs of the breed grow to.  For mixed breeds, assume the larger of the mix until you can be sure.  (Editor's note that typically, websites tend to tell you the height of the dog, and not the length.  I'm no da Vinci but I reckon that a dog can't be more than 3 times longer than it is tall, so went with the proportions of height multiplied by 3.)  L = length of your adult dog multiplied by 3, and W = length of your adult dog multiplied by 2.  For most people with a medium sized dog, this would be the space of a large bathroom or a small kitchen.

The first impression you may have is that this space isn't all that big.  You're right, but this isn't going to be the place that your dog gets free run of in the house for the rest of it's life - that would be cruel.  This is the place where your puppy will spend any unsupervised time, and should therefore (by calculations above) be large enough to hold a bed, water and food bowls, toilet facilities and toys.

Once the decision is made, ensure that you have easy access to it, and that it's puppy proof (nothing chewable, toxic, dangerous, sharp, swallowable and otherwise unsuitable for a young dog).  Also, if possible, ensure that puppy is able to walk into it by himself, rather than you needing to carry him into it all the time (helps tons with training later on).  Finally, make sure puppy doesn't get the ability to wander from this designated zone once he's in it.  This is where puppy pens, baby gates and other makeshift fencing that makes your house look like a miniature version of the Israeli-Palestinian border come in.  Stick with it though, this will be puppy's home for the next few months until he's old enough to be trusted on his own around the house (usually when he's 8 months to 1 year old).

One thing I didn't mention was physical height.  Assume puppy's going to jump, at least at the onset, and have Height = Length of adult dog.  This is to account for dogs leaning on gate while standing on hind legs, jumping dogs, dogs that take a flying leap etc etc.  I'm fortunate for my Westies that a baby gate that came up to the height of my waist sufficed, but then again, Westies don't grow that tall.  This is another reason why it makes sense to have an arrangement where the puppy can walk in by himself.  Suddenly picking up 8 month old German Shepherd isn't quite so easy anymore...

A decision on whether I was going to crate-train or paper train Bailey.
The last time I did research on toilet training puppies, many sites seemed to favour paper-training as the "matter of course" in training younglings.  Over the last 4 years, this seems to have shifted in favour of crate training, and I've now tried both, with pros and cons either way.  Pick one, and stick with it to avoid confusing the puppy who is likely to be as confused as a human having been permanently abducted by aliens.

Crate Training
The very popular method of house training a dog which comprises getting a small crate for the puppy, just large enough for the puppy to lie down, sit up, stand and turn around in.  The puppy is taken directly to the designated toilet zone when he is out of the crate at regular intervals to eliminate and praised heavily when he does the right job in the zone.

Pros:
  • Teaches your dog bladder control, which is useful if the final arrangement for the puppy is to end up doing all of their business outdoors on walks.
  • Easier for most dogs (with exception of puppy mill dogs) to figure out, as it's apparently doggy instinct not to dirty where they sleep.
  • Makes it easier to manage puppy's time, as a puppy in a crate without much space to do anything won't.  If done right, your dog falls into a routine much faster than a puppy that isn't crate trained.
  • Added advantage of teaching puppies to settle in a confined area, making travel and temporary confinement in the future acceptable to dogs.
  • Faster to accomplish, dogs take within a week to get the hang of this if done right.
  • A schedule can be set up at timed and planned intervals, instead of just whenever puppy feels like it.
  • Because of the predictability and bladder controls, eliminating on command is easier with crate training.
Cons:
  • The keyword in the first benefit is the word "all".  You have to really be committed to taking your dog out to do its business outdoors, come rain or shine or frost.  This also usually means around the same time every day that your dog is used to.  And no, dogs don't understand weekends too well.
  • Puppies need a lot of trips outdoors on doggy duty.  For puppies under 3 months of age, this is once every hour at least.  Again, puppies don't understand night/day very well either, so that means midnight trips to the loo outdoors for at least the first 2-3 weeks.
  • Messing up (literally) with the crate can mean that the doggy instinct of not messing where they sleep is over-ridden.  This is by no means set in stone, and depending on the puppy, this could be one mess, 3 messes, 15 messes, and very rarely, never.  That's a margin of error that you have to bear in mind and live with if you mess up or forget the time.
  • All of the above points basically point to crate training being nearly impossible for a dog owner working full time, unless you're working full time in the sort of company that gives you maternity cover when you get a new puppy.
Paper Training
This is the main alternative to crate training.  There are variants to paper training so this doesn't always mean paper, but the method all essentially involves placing newspaper or pee absorbent material all over the puppy zone.  Feed the puppy strategically on one side only, near where the bed is placed, and the puppy usually wanders over to the other side away from the bed/food to eliminate.  This leverages the idea that dogs tend to pick the same spots for future elimination, and trains the puppy's surface preferences on paper/pee pads etc.

Pros:
  • Puppies use in their own time, so you're less on a fixed schedule in having to watch the puppy like a hawk to determine when they need to go.
  • This is the preferred method for owners who have to work or be away longer hours, as it offers more flexibility in making sure the puppy has facilities to use.
  • As they become more reliable on the surface/paper, a change in the positioning of the toilet can be effected.  If you'd like to progress your puppy to an indoor litter tray, grass in the yard etc. just move a soiled paper to where you want your puppy to go, and the puppy tends to follow.  This method was used in Singapore to train their dogs to use an actual squatting loo that was set into the ground.  All the owners needed to do was flush when their dogs were done.
  • Smell attractant pads and puppy training solutions on newspapers do help in rigging the odds to your favour that puppies eliminate on paper to speed up the process.
  • This method is not cruel to dogs, neither requiring them to perform on demand, nor requiring them to hold it until their owners come home.  Many dogs end up eliminating more or less on a schedule anyway when they grow older as their digestive systems settle around their feeding times, so this method doesn't prevent you from eventually training your dog to do it outside.
  • Allows dogs to be toilet trained indoors, which is convenient for flat dwellers or people who don't have easy, quick access to the outdoors.
Cons:
  • Training in this method takes longer, as it relies more on coincidence than sheer willpower.  While there are ways to stack the odds in your favour, nothing works 100% all the time.
  • The biggest drawback to this method is the fact that puppies tend to shred or play with the newspapers when they are bored (it's fun!), ending up in one very dirty puppy and also a very dirty play pen.  While there are ways around this (eg. putting the papers in a little tray away from your puppy's reach, redirection etc.) no single method is foolproof and much relies on your puppy already knowing a specific area to use.  I have found that puppies from ages 8-10 weeks tend not to know/learn how to play with papers yet.  As they become older and more exploratory, they inevitably figure out that newspapers are incredibly fun to shred.  So note to self that if this method is chosen, get the preferred zone figured out by the puppy within those 2 weeks!
  • I did see one other drawback mentioned on a site that said if you had a habit of reading your newspapers on the floor, your dogs not knowing the difference between today's news and yesterday's news may end up doing their business on a section you haven't read yet.  Never happened to me, but the simple solution is to lay your papers out on the coffee table, or read the news online.
A decision about how often and when I was going to give Bailey her meals.
This decision is by far the hardest one, and also the one most fraught with advice from all corners.  Puppies from 8 - 12 weeks typically need 3 meals a day, progressing from 12 weeks to adulthood on 2 meals per day with bigger portions.

The most important consideration is that what goes in, must come out - and that said, would be preferred not to come out at the odd hours of the morning.  What they don't tell you is that when your puppy eats, aside from the obvious, also determines your puppy's waking (playful) hours.  In the first few weeks, I scheduled a 24 hours divided  by 3 = once every 8 hour routine.  Big, big mistake.  Bailey ended up being bouncy and playful starting at 1am in the morning, resulting in a bedside siege every morning in the hours of 1am-3am by a 1.5kg white furball.

More research later, I decided on a 3 meal schedule as follows...
8am: Breakfast with the dogs, feed Bailey as Beanie got breakfast.
1pm: Lunch for Bailey while Beanie got a treat to avoid jealousy.
7pm: Dinner with the dogs, feed Bailey while Beanie got dinner.

The tip of removing water and treats 3-4 hours before bed time also worked wonders in ensuring that puppy didn't wake up in the middle of the night to do their jobs, hence allowing me to let the puppy sleep through the night without waking me up for a night time play time.

A decision about where Bailey was going to sleep during the night.
I got Beanie, my first dog a lot older than Bailey, who was 7.5 weeks when I took her home, so I'd expected Bailey to adjust as well as Beanie could, not knowing better.  I'd left Bailey on the first night downstairs with Beanie, in separate crates so Beanie didn't have to cuddle up next to some stranger.

Well, it was an hour in the car from Buckinghamshire in the middle of winter for Bailey, and must have felt like being abducted by well meaning aliens into outer space in a weird space ship, landing in what seemed like an eternity later on an alien home planet.  Bailey slept all the way through, tired out by the experience, but the first night, realised the permanence of her alien abduction situation after seeing another fellow doggy in captivity from an earlier abduction, imagined the worst and whined and cried herself to sleep.

Points for making sure Beanie didn't get disturbed by a stranger: FAIL.
Points for making sure Bailey had a good experience at home: FAIL.
Points for attempting not to create a clingy dog who clearly felt abandoned and didn't trust humans: FAIL.

Next night, upstairs next to my bed.  The following week, I gradually increased the distance of her sleeping crate to my bed, and the following week, further away, until finally she was reassured that I was still going to be around the next morning and she'd get fed, same time, same channel.

Some websites talk about ignoring your puppy when they whine and cry for attention, believing that if this attention was paid any mind, that this develops a clingy, attention seeking dog.  Suspend that for the first few days I think now.  Contrary to paranoid behaviouralists, your puppy simply won't know enough about how you're going to behave in the first week to manipulate your behaviour by whining.  As it is, you know little enough about your puppy to manipulate its behaviour, much less the other way around.  After your puppy settles in (a week or two later, perhaps), continuing this treatment may give rise to attention seeking, which will quickly die down with ignorance.

I'd thought to let my puppy learn that making a noise won't ever get me to turn up, by way of hoping that when the puppy is young without a developed bark, it is far preferable that the puppy never learnt to bark at all.  Little did I know anyway that a puppy's bark, despite all best intentions, develop anyway, and sound very different from a whine and a cry!

Welcome Home Little Bailey

Brought Bailey home today. Less prepared than I should be.

Bringing a new puppy home is a bit like going to war. I don't mean this in an aggressive way (OK, maybe I do, a little) but in a nutshell, one can never be too prepared, it's all about the terrain (your home turf), and strategic planning is the essence of success.

I don't think I've ever seen any free doggy advice site say this, actually not even the paid ones, but having now come out, battle-weary and a survivor of not one but two puppies, I can honestly say this is true. I envy the domestic goddess puppy keepers that look like Nigella, have perfect puppies and are stay home mums. I'm not a stay home mum, I risk getting criticized for leaving my dogs at home alone with no one (what's each other then?) for company while I work full-time, and I still love dogs and love what they bring to my life when I'm home with them.

But yes, before you bring your puppy home, preparation is the mother of success. And no, you can never be too prepared.

Friday, November 20, 2009

I'm already living the next decade of my life...

On May 4th a year ago, I wrote about the soundtrack of my life. It's odd how a year or so down the road and it feels that the next decade of my life has begun, but not as a slow transition as you would expect numbers to... moving from one to nine, but as a harsh cutover from 20 to 30.

It's not too bad the next decade, filled with mellow sounds of 70's music and progressing back slightly to angst ridden Robbie Williams with a touch of frost. Not so much beauty in depression than been-there-done-that-sweetheart wisdom.

30's - 40's soundtrack of life would be:-
  1. Carpenters - We've Only Just Begun
  2. Robbie Williams - Strong
  3. James Morrison - Wonderful World
  4. Carpenters - Goodbye to Love
  5. Tori Amos - Take Me With You

This place has given me very much. But most of all a dream of mellow country flowers, a flavour of food... and a settling of the restlessness of youth that I haven't fully come to terms with.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I've been dreaming of a program like this...

So, the problem with last.fm and Spotify is that all the music is at your fingertips (legally yes) but that cloud internet hasn't quite reached your iPod in the Tube yet and your videos and music isn't mobile, right?

Enter MediaRaptor, a legal and free way to record MP3s and Videos from online radio stations, last.fm, YouTube... It also trawls a preset list of radio stations and video stations and gives you the option to search for artists and videos by title or keywords and downloads pre-recorded tracks. It's no more illegal than hitting the cassette tape record button at a favourite song on the radio, only automated, digital and something we didn't use to be able to do in the 80's.

After my very first last.fm recording (Heart - These Dreams) converted to MP3 beautifully, resplendent and complete with last.fm lyrics - I am in love!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Happy Birthday Bailey!

I have two dogs.  They are both West Highland White Terriers (Westies).  Beanie, my first and older dog was born on 21st November 2005 in Adelaide, Australia.  She's since semi-travelled the world, having lived in Australia for a short stint in puppyhood, Singapore, and is now living out the rest of her days as an English dog in the UK.  According to my neighbour, she still doesn't understand English too well, but does alright with Australian.

Today, Bailey, my second female Westie is born.  The first time I set my eyes on little Bailey was when she was 3 weeks old, a faceful of rice pudding in Buckinghamshire.  The runt of the litter and the quiet, small one of her pack of 3 girls and 3 boys, she was the last puppy left to be sold by her breeder.

You know how they say choose a name when you meet a dog so that it'll have a name when you bring it back home?  One couldn't very well call her "Pudding" though that was tempting.  Or "Polar" since she looked like a little polar bear.  So she was "it" and "the new puppy" and nameless for quite a long time.

It finally dawned on me to enlist the help of current dog Beanie who had a well chosen, aptly picked name.  Scribbled all suggestions from friends and family, including Facebook entries in a "name my dog" competition I'd called, and out of the tiny scraps of paper mouth-picked by Beanie was a well chewed scrap that had "Bailey" etched on it.  It was actually the most voted suggestion from colleagues and Facebook friends, in line with the tagline "let your taste decide"... was quite apt of the little one and her rice pudding adventures.

I don't want to end a post without a lesson learnt though, since this is all about everything I've trawled the internet in the past 4 years to find about doggy training and ended up learning differently anyway through trial and error.

One thing I found frequently on pet advice sites when searching for dog names was the advice not to name your puppy similarly to the name of the one you have now.  Now this advice I can't say I've heeded too well, since Beanie and Bailey sound like a pair, not surprisingly because alliteration and rhyme in the English language are pleasant to our ears.  Pleasant enough, I suppose to doggy ears too, but confusing also.  Typically when I give a command now, instead of one dog obeying what I've asked, I now get two.  When calling a name (any name) two pairs of eyes look in my direction, instead of one.  It cracks me up, and is absolutely hilarious, but not all that clear if you're going for clarity, distinction and ease of learning.

In hindsight, I should have named Bailey "Odie" as I'd intended, or "Inu" or "Pudding" or "Trouble".  Alas, Bailey's name stuck, so Bailey it is.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Just Passing By

I know it's strange for me to like a McDonald's ad of all things, but this one's really quite clever - showing on UK screens at the moment. The use of the poetry makes McDonald's classy instead of cheap, and also cements the image of McDonald's being the food of the the people (rightly or wrongly, since I don't eat it very often...)

Ad campaign "Something for Everyone" by Leo Burnett, poem written and read by David Morrissey. The music is the opening track from the 1990 Anjelica Huston / John Cusack movie The Grifters, with the soundtrack composed by Elmer Bernstein - again, classy contradictory use of indie content for a very mainstream production.


Something for Everyone Passing By






Something for Everyone

Friday, September 18, 2009

X

I miss you.

Cannonball - Damien Rice

I know I should be blogging about the Tori concert, but before I go into that when time permits, just a short one (after a long absence) from me. I discovered this song again in the morning (random playlist I put on in the morning to keep doggie company) and it popped up. A long absence, the song in my ear, but one of those "what exactly is it?" moments. This song should go into the playlist of my life - and I'd like it to be played at my funeral, almost like a prayer.

Cannonball - Damien Rice
There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say what's going on

There's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
There's still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

There's still a little bit of your song in my ear
There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage, teach me to be shy
'Cos it's not hard to fall
And I don't want to scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't want to lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know...

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

The 7 Difference...

Was just going on the net to look for a free anti-virus software to put on the new computer since the old one isn't compatible with Windows 7 and I noticed that AVG is. Actually, I noticed how many softwares out there advertise their compatibility with Windows 7, and I almost had to stop and remind myself that it's not released to market yet. Funny but I didn't notice the same thing about Vista.

This, I believe, is the difference between Windows 7 and Windows Vista, and why I think 7 will be a success in the marketplace. Amidst all the hype which is plain ol' marketing, there is actually some good supporting technical details (the support of developers... not about the code) to suggest that it'll not flop like it's predecessor.

The only question on my mind is... are they really going to keep calling it 7?

Friday, July 17, 2009

Commitment to Simpler Living

I have to admit, recently I've been frequenting Life Hacking and decluttering websites, in an attempt to find happiness from a simpler life (and save money).

As a result, I've made the simple resolution that moving forward, I will not be accepting any object gifts from anyone - not for Christmas, birthdays, thank you's or any other special event.

The truth is, I'm an incredibly hard person to buy a gift for. And rather than accept items which eventually become clutter in the house (a thankless acceptance, unfortunately) I would rather live with what I have. Buy me a meal, a concert ticket, something that becomes a memory instead.

So now I have to go around announcing this to everyone. Thanks, Mum. Life is simple.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Philosophy of Spending

I know I haven't posted in a while. I'm in transit. Emotionally, geographically, and mentally.

Anyway, I wanted to capture this thought I caught while washing dishes in the kitchen sink. After a 2 hour long conversation with Mum that I developed my own philosophy of spending. (My mum can have that effect on me sometimes...) This will probably change my life, or at least, change how I see things. Then again, maybe not, maybe it's nothing different from how I saw things before.

I have now 3 defined rules for money well-spent against which I will assess all my purchases:
  1. Money is well spent when it saves me time. Either immediately, or on products that are the outcome of significant time spent, time that I cannot spend myself. Examples are: medical expertise, a locksmith, house cleaning services, pseudo-instant food when I am hungry (up to a certain taste threshold).
  2. Money is well spent when significant effort and heart is obviously placed into an object or service, effort or attention that I am either unable or unwilling to place. Examples are: A dinner at Heston Blumenthal's The Fat Duck, tickets to a play with actors that I really like, one-of-a-kind crafted bags at Greenwich market or Etsy.com, a book written by a favourite author, a concert with Tori Amos, organically farmed eggs and meat.
  3. Money is not well spent when an object or service fits into a particular lifestyle, however sought after, that isn't mine. Examples are: Jamie Oliver's Flavour Shaker (what are jars for?), Le Creuset pots (I can't lift them, I can't use them), Louis Vuitton bags and wallets (mass-produced, expensive efforts to look like Japanese housewives)

I made the striking realization that actually, 95% of my purchases comply with the newly realized (not discovered) philosophy. My purchases rank pretty high, I suppose, on the purity scale.

What is value, after all? I find myself asking myself that a lot recently, especially after my job keeps telling me that we're all on the corporate hunt to create "value", as if "value" is another object to quantify and multiply. Is value that mysterious meme that once sown like a seed, sprouts its produce at the end of the fiscal cycle?

No, I think to find what "value" is, we first have to ask the Adam Smith of all economic questions, which is "Why do we trade?" Why do we buy, instead of do it ourselves? And textbook though that might be, we trade because it's either incredibly difficult or impossible for us to do or make what we're buying, or simply that it saves us time to buy rather than to DIY. So thinking in terms of units - units of my own blood, sweat and tears - do I work to gain back Time that I can spend on enjoying the little bit that I have left after work? Do I work to touch and reach an ephemeral craftmanship that I cannot in my little life aspire towards? Or do I work to fit into a lifestyle in which I do not currently live?

Many people fall for #3 I think. Which is, in thinking about it, wanting to spend wealth on the appearance of being wealthy. An effort to make a statement about having arrived whilst still travelling to the destination.

And I suspect, though I am not there yet, having spoken to everyone who are (apparently) already there - that the fun really is in the journey.

[Ed: I do have to add one more rule, because this falls somewhere between the cracks, and yet is important - Money is also well-spent when it enables another to either save time, or frees up heart/effort into a cause that resonates with you. Examples are: charities that we care for, gifts to friends and family and other gestures of altruism.

Sometimes, the "value" that we are apparently all in search of (says the corporate world) does not stop with the value we generate for ourselves. As I read in an obscure article in one of the back-pages of a back-issue of The Economist - we live in an interdependent world, where through a network of interactions, a positive energy can ripple back to benefit ourselves. Not, of course, that it is why we do what we do.

Monday, June 08, 2009

One Artist

Since using Tori Amos on Facebook was a lack of a challenge, I’m going to try this again... with someone else I know less songs of.

 

The Challenge: Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions.  Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think.

Name of Artist:
Sarah McLachlan

Are you male or female:
Perfect Girl

Describe yourself:
Angel

How do you feel about yourself:
Building a Mystery

Describe where you currently live:
The Path of Thorns

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

Your favorite form of transportation:
Train Wreck

Your best friend is:
Time


Your favorite color is:
Blackbird

What's the weather like:
Song for a Winter’s Night

Favorite time of day:
Silent Night

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
I Will Remember You

What is life to you:
Full of Grace

What is the best advice you have to give:
Wear Your Love Like Heaven

If you could change your name, what would it be:
Adia

Your favorite food is:
Ice Cream

Thought for the Day:
Don’t Give Up on Us

How I would like to die:
Into the Fire

 

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Embarcacao: At Long Last

As testament to the power of YouTube and the internet, the lyrics of Embarcacao surfaced... The actual text seem very in line with the song, although I'm not sure about the translation but in the absence of someone who might speak Cape Verdean (hope my Brazilian friend can help somewhat as it's closely related to Portuguese for some words...) I can at least try to guess at the words.

EMBARCAÇÃO (BOAT)
Texte de Teofilo Chantre (translation: trol1976trol
from YouTube)

Ai, ness mundo ca tem sô sofrimento
There's not only suffering in the world
Ma naquel olhar cheio di mágoa
Looking into these sad eyes
Modê crê tão cedo na felecidade
But how can you believe in happiness
Tcheu titá fogá na solidão
That drown in tears alone

Ma na embarcação quta levá nôs vida
On the boat of our fate
Um bom timonero nô ta desejá, pa guiá-no
We need a skilled helmsman
Na temporal nô ta reá vela
Who will manage to pull down the sails on time
Pa nô ca perdê na profundeza dum amargura
And break us away from the embrace of starving waves of
despair


Terra longe à vista é um doce promessa
Probably the far off desired land
Ma qui ta desfazê nindiferença
Will be the usual broken promise
Um sonho nascê na porto dilusão
Because dreams are born in the haven of illusion
Fgi pa longe parcê um solução
From which something keeps on chasing us away to the sea (Ed: Far from
a solution?)

Ma na rota incerta di nôs destino
Our future is an unknown course (Ed: My route has an uncertain
destination)

Nô ta pô esperança num brisa mansa e constante
(Ed: In you, I hope for a tame and constant breeze)

Pintchi vela dnôs existencia
But your wind, blow into the sails (Ed: ... candle...
existence)

E na paz levá, assim, nôs nau
(Ed: Taking peace in the vessel?) And lead our boat
Pum horizonte cheio di luz e bonança
Towards the horizon with peaceful and bright shores (Ed: And lead
out boat towards the horizon of light and tranquility) although not yet
visible


Pintchi vela dnôs existencia
E na paz levá, assim, nôs nau
Pum horizonte di luz e bonança

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Here's How Your Name Sounds Like... ToneMatrix

ToneMatrix: Simple sinewave synthesizer triggered by an ordinary 16step
sequencer. Each triggered step causes a force on the underlaying wave-map, which makes it more
cute.


And if you spell your name on the grid, you get very interesting results... I loved how "elly" sounded. Thanks to Nomad'y for sharing...

Saturday, May 09, 2009

A Game of You

If I could offer one nugget of wisdom that I've learnt so far, the kind that dawns on you at 3am in the morning, the kind that makes sense passing on to your kids - it would be that Life is like a chess game that you play with yourself, and one that is best played strategically.

It dawned on me (as these thoughts do, while I was doing the dishes) that the reason why my parents loved telling me as a child about what they felt I should do with my life, was because as time passes, and the more decisions you made, the more locked into your decisions you are. That certain doors opened close many others for good. That children never realize the severity of how locked in people become as time passes, because for them, having made few decisions of import in their lives, all doors are open, all pages are blank, all possibilities endless. And as humans, we instinctively draw on 20/20 hindsight, and the irrepressible desire to turn back time and re-write our histories.

This doesn't mean I condone parents attempting to make decisions for their kids - their pages are written, let their kids write their own - but that I now understand the human spectator instinct to look upon the life of another and desire to signpost the here-be-dragons in front of some doors, and document through stories and shared experience the folklore of doors that will close when others are opened.

It would be great if we all had that special ability that Nicholas Cage had in "Next", when he could explore the next few seconds of every possibility in his life before making a move. A genius ex of mine once tried to tell me that life had to be played strategically, and I think I ran, screaming, in the opposite direction. The thought was horrifying, that you should pick your job, your degree, your spouse... strategically. What about personal desire? What about love? What about following your heart?

And ten years later (OK, so I'm a slow burner in the thought process on this one...) I realise that he is right. It's not exactly a bleak thought. In the game of chess, some people find themselves able to play to win without certain pieces. Some neglect their bishops. Others give up their knights quickly, never quite understanding the subtlety of the sideways movements of the piece, but would fight to the death before they lose their rooks. In the strategic game of chess as life, the only strategy worth pursuing, after all, is towards the goal of winning the game as you define in.

What about love? What about following your heart, or your mind? What does capturing your opponent's king look like? And what about destiny? Do those that believe in fate see only one side of the game being played, the side that is being played against them?

I've realised that I've inadvertently castled my king early on without really understanding why I'd want to do that, that I've lost many pawns, would fight to the death before I give up my queen, and have sent knights to the slaughter. I've learnt that by playing a game of chess with someone, you can not only learn a lot about the inner workings of their mind, whether they know it or not, but also about yourself. It's a meditation, not a game of win or lose.

Each piece has it's purpose, it's meaning, it's place.
  • The King is the point of the game, the meaning of life. But you define what the point of the game is.
  • The Queen is intellect and intelligence. It's power, of mind, of spirit, of personality.
  • The Knights are relationships and emotion, they are subtle, not straightforward, potentially difficult to control or understand.
  • The Bishops are cunning, politics, manipulation - moving sideways to get at what you want. They're necessary, and everywhere. They are likely to blind-side you when you least expect it, but turn up anyway.
  • The Rooks are force of power, anger or brute force, direct and honest. They work opposite to the bishops, and are still a force to be reckoned with.
  • The Pawns are the waypoints and milestones - the individual certificates, degrees and job choices we put forward, hopefully to get us to where we want to go. They are marriage and children, family and friends.
If your glass is half-empty, you might say that no matter how you play it, you'll never win. If your glass is half-full, you might say that regardless whether black or white wins, in the game you play with yourself, you will end up picking the winning side.

Friday, May 08, 2009

Fences: The Desktop Neatening Tool!

Windows without walls... but life is better with fences.

This is desktop neatening at it's prettiest and at it's best!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Really Deep Thoughts... (or not)

While we're on the topic, this is what keeps me up at night (all the real work I do thinking I do either when in the shower or when washing dishes).

Why are plates mostly round?
Do goldfish have friends if they remember only 5 minutes of their lives at a time?Who named the seasons Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter?
What happens to clothes nobody wants to wear when you recycle them?
Why does ice freeze white and not other colours when water is transparent? Does that mean white is the ultimate colour?
What time did Christ really die? Is it really at 3pm when Good Friday mass times usually are?
How do people know that Christ died on a Friday and rose on a Sunday? Isn't the third day technically Monday?
What does Easter mean?
Why do we never see black flowers but see black/dark brown trees and wood?
Do dogs not dream of chasing rabbits, eating pie and other naughty things when they dream?
Who decided that Saturday and Sunday were to be commonly accepted weekends? Why not Friday and Saturday in some countries as is normal, or Sunday and Monday?
Why did we end up using visual as our primary sense when our sight isn't actually really that good?


"How Happy" Part 2

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
-- Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Aberlard"

How odd that of all posts on the blog, not that many of them are of any real value, this is the most read, most commented post! How... curious.

I wonder if there are that many of us searching for innocence (since it can't be that the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was that big a movie hit starring Jim Carrey...) that we cease to find what makes us happy, and content ourselves only with the pleasure of the search?

If it is indeed true that ignorance is bliss (a short form translation of Alexander Pope's sarcasm in all it's glory) then are we truly seeking bliss through ignorance? I cannot allow myself to believe that. I would rather search for something than nothing - I would be first to admit that I believe in a Greater Being (let's codename that "God") because to believe in nothing at all is a dismal, bleak, meaningless prospect.

I am of the viewpoint that 3 year olds and very clever, wise people have one thing in common - they know how to ask a simple question: "Why?" (The value of this has nothing to do with the capacity to drive parents nuts with one word... over-ridden only by the power of another word, "No", with more punch per alphabet value, but barely...)

That eternal sunshine of the spotless mind must come down like the tropical climate of the Seychelles - somewhere very few people are, where very many people want to go.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? On my part, I think I'd like to meet someone who doesn't like beach holidays. Someone who thinks having nothing to do and drinking pina coladas all day sounds like the perfect idea of torture. I'd love to meet someone with an eternal snowstorm of a curious mind. Someone who wakes me up at 2am in the morning with strange musings (like: do goldfish have friends if they remember only 5 minutes of their lives at a time?) that keep me up at night staring at the stars.

What is the weirdest thing you've ever wondered about? Were you happy thinking about them? Or did you put it away, in your saving-up-for-a-holiday-box, to bring yourself back to more practical matters?

Saturday, April 18, 2009

The Narnia Code

Every now and then, I come across something that wakes up a part of me that's gone to sleep. Today was one such moment. I'd stumbled across The Narnia Code, a BBC documentary about Michael Ward, who'd made what would probably be termed as one of the most fascinating literary discoveries in recent history. I'd daresay it was compelling, and also the type of discovery to catch on faster than a new Robert Frost poem, thanks to the huge movie'ability of the Narnia Chronicles.

I've not read all 7 books of the Narnia Chronicles, I must admit. Or at least, although I can remember reading the full Lord of the Rings twice over as a kid, I remember only vague snippets of the Narnia Chronicles. I feel sure that I was fed the kind of literary diet as a child that would not have missed out these books, but at the same time, it joined the childhood stream of consciousness together with Sandman graphic novels, Norse mythology, Aesop's fables and other odd bits and pieces of information-that-nobody-knows-much-of-anymore.

So imagine my pleasant surprise coming across this documentary and learning that a secret, "third layer" of CS Lewis's subtle plan in the Narnia Chronicles was drawn from precisely the "stream of consciousness" that once made up common knowledge of people before CS Lewis's time.

Do I agree with CS Lewis? Yes, I do. Whole-heartedly. And why not? His ideas are so much more seductive, so much more enticing than the alternatives that I'm presented with by modern science and modern fact.

Watch the documentary - it's a not-so-long download on cable, and for a 250mb wait, if it sparks in you a wanting to believe, if it gives you something else to look forward to besides the end of the weekend - then it would have been worth the while.

(If Wei Chean could watch this documentary, I think she would be very edified in her long held love of CS Lewis's work.)

Incredulous
Upon watching The Narnia Code, a documentary on Planet Narnia by Michael Ward on CS Lewis's unifying theme of the seven mythological planets in his Narnia Chronicles.

Someone told me something I already knew, and had forgotten.
I know you are not the universe.
The universe is matter and mechanism, materialism,
The physical - you held me in your arms, I knew
You held a body, not a self, a discarded image
Of surreal to real, dreams to dust.

No longer do we share intimately a knowledge of the ties that bind
Us, universally drawing you from you, me from me,
That Tuesday was for war, and Friday for love,
That we know more than we know, and remember more than fact.
If it's only untrue, but beautiful, then tell me lies,
I want my sky lit with more than coloured dust.

I'd forgotten that Hope was not reserved for children, and
Dreams for courage and fairytales, that a book could lift
A mind beyond what was possible - we should all read -
And my heart would dare to think, that
I could look upon the stars and see a being
Far greater than you or I. Imagine that.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Almost Free Music from Spotify!

Sometimes living in the UK has benefits. One of these is Spotify, a free music player that has just launched in the UK (and not some other places I know heheh).

If you thought Last.fm was cool, until it started to stop sharing the music that you searched on - and you switched to Deezer which did the same thing until it fell to the Dark Side of hideous ads and pulled out music - then Spotify is the next best thing.

Log in, search for plenty of music which streams instantly, it's apparently ad driven but I haven't heard or seen an ad so far and it's been 6 songs in. Happy with that.

Love the iTunes like interface, creation of play lists using drag and drop technology, recommended artists, quick, light-footed search and play interface. Great for samplers (in full), for falling in love with songs before the final purchase, for music that accompanies evocations, blogs, surfing, coffee... pretty much anything, really.

I now need an effortless, audiophilic sound system hooked up to my laptop.

Monday, April 13, 2009

How to Peel Garlic

It says something dramatic about the recent state of my being that my latest, greatest scientific, geeky breakthrough was to figure out how to peel garlic efficiently in a way that hasn't been explored on the internet.

This is no small matter. Google can and will tell you (usually) everything that you need to know. From the best way to cure a hangover to how to iron a shirt. God knows everything that I've learnt in life, I've learnt from a search engine.

That said, Google probably doesn't tell you the most efficient way of doing things. It will get by, suffice, get you through the day, but the best thing about a search engine is to prove the case that life's teacher doesn't get better than trial and error and experimentation, the best loved (and most fun) way of "taking it apart to find out how it works".

Most "How to Peel Garlic" guides online in a quick and easy way tell you to smash down hard on a clove of garlic with 1) a cleaver, 2) a large frying pan, 3) your boyfriend's flat side of the head... but all of these methods get the cleaver/frying pan/boyfriend's said cheek etc. unnecessarily dirty. Some clever guides also recommend the garlic peeler, which really works (I have one) which is an unnecessarily expensive tube of silicone'y rubber in which you put the garlic clove, roll on a work top, and presto, the garlic clove pops out of the tube after some satisfyingly crunchy sounds. It does work, albeit being overtly expensive for something that just peels garlic, but only works for larger, rounder cloves of garlic.

Enter my method for peeling garlic, which works for smaller cloves too: Hold the garlic clove at the ends with the thumb and forefinger of both hands. Twist in opposite directions to hear a satisfying crunching sound as the delicate papery skin of the garlic breaks and separates from the clove. Pull with thumb and forefinger of both hands in opposite directions and watch that paper skin fall away.

Why does it work? The garlic clove inside the skin is far softer and more pliable than the paper skin that contains it. By flexing the clove, you break the contact of the skin with the clove, which creates a space between the skin and clove that "peels" it for you.

Oh, and not only is this quick, but you get a whole clove intact. Unlike the fast, smash 'em up version.

Monday, February 02, 2009

February Snow

First day of work back from a warm vacation and it's blanketed by a white layer of fluffy snow. It's been the coldest yet for the UK in over a decade, with the heaviest snowfall in around 18 years. In the meantime, the dog came back with a cold and is sneezing, and so am I.

But I'm welcoming the white. For the first time I've been in this part of England, there is a thick 4" of snow on the ground, and more is still falling. Continuously. Previous experiences have always been with a disappointing touch of icing that melts faster than you can say "it's snowing!".

There's something powerfully cathartic about the vision of delicate white flakes indiscriminately covering everything that it falls upon with a smooth, white layer. It speaks of the power of the small in the resilience of one or two flakes persisting at the end of a branch, but also of the power of the collective, in the blanketing force that snow becomes over a blue car, a red berry, the asphalt ground, the green fields. Every colour converted to white in a resistance is futile kind of way.

The snow falls like a meme, an idea. A single flake at first, tossing and flicking in one general direction. And then another, in a slightly different direction. Then another, and another, and before long, a series of snowflakes, some catching on each other as they fall, gaining weight, gaining strength.

The half-pleasure, half-guilt of leaving footprints in the snow where no foot had trod before is soon forgiven as the new snow delicately dab away at the traces of my weight upon the white. No postman or milkman has walked today up the driveway to leave a set of heavy shoeprints upon the ground. No one will disturb the pristine levelling of the ground today, I am willing the snow to disappear as softly as it came, in the shade of a tree or a roof.

If colours mean something, and white often means purity, cleanliness, sometimes death or defeat... if only for the snow scene, white must surely to me mean redemption and force.

As colours go, white is the only colour that in nature dominates all other colours, like it or not. The only colour that can say, "Well, be whatever colour you want to be, but when it's my time, I will surpass you, exceed you, blank you out and become the colour that you will wear, regardless of the colour you are inside." Royalty may wear yellow to be like the sun, and purple to be of noble birth. In my world, royalty will wear white - the all encompassing, all dominating colour. It is the unassuming, yet celebratory colour, the colour that says "in my time I will colour everything else across the world with my shade". And I think, quite possibly, because of the prevalence of snow and cloud, it is the single most frequently occurring colour in nature.

Friday, January 16, 2009

I remember...

Many things have changed.
You are you, and I am me,
In places so different, literally
Miles away, a different world in concept.

Sentimentality is a dirty word.
A song currently not on the top 25
Most recently played on the iPod
Crept up random, uninvited.

Deja vu doesn't quite capture it.
I could run but realise, Memory
Like fire is radiant and immutable.
To remember that I remember.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Mesh is the new Net

[And now in my myriad chameleon phases, I am now operating temporarily as a Tech blogger. I promise this will terminate at the end of this post.]

Those who know me know that I don't normally rave about a product that Microsoft produces, unless it's very very good. I have high standards for technology, not least in the area of look and feel, and so it's very seldom that I come across a product that meets all requirements in form and functionality.

With that context, I'd like to momentarily rave about Live Mesh. The technology and concept isn't new, leveraging peer-to-peer download technology, Live Mesh allows the multiple computers and devices that everyone these days tend to own (the laptop at home, a mobile phone, the desktop at work) to talk to each other and share files. It also comes with the ability to allow remote desktop access, to extend the user's reach into the interface of computers and devices not immediately at your desk. All these brought together with and by a virtual desktop called Live Desktop, that allows you to sync with a virtually hosted 5GB+ of online storage. All that... and synchronizing across mobile devices as well as Macs. Beauty.

I may be using Live Mesh beyond what it was touted to do, which was allow seamless integration across the same platforms for similar files. What I found it did enable:
  • One click back-up onto the virtual desktop of key folders in Documents through the synchronization function
  • Remote Desktop'ing allowing me to now completely treat my laptop as well as the personal one at home as merely virtual terminals into a seamless workspace
  • If my laptop crashes tomorrow, well, the one I use most frequently anyway, I will not cry, because there is literally nothing on it that doesn't have a sync copy somewhere else

Mesh is that fabric of a safety net to catch me when I fall, with hopefully less holes than will let an elephant through. Am loving the interface and speed so far - will have to see if this ends up becoming a paid and potentially slower service as more users start cottoning on to the idea.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

New Year's Resolutions and the Ministry of Food

The new year has got me cooking from the Ministry of Food, Jamie Oliver’s new cookbook. I’ve never been much of a Jamie fan, but I must say that having tried the Italian based recipes from the latest cookbook, he’s got something good going on there with the easy to make, train the idiot style of food that actually tastes halfway decent and relatively similar to what you might get at a restaurant for slightly less trouble but a lot more spend.

I’m actually quite impressed by the shortcut aglio olio'esque recipe, and it’s a great book to start with if you’re not really familiar with cooking, or if you are and just wanted to know a quicker way of doing things without compromising tastes.

Foolproof Aglio Olio (as adapted from Jamie Oliver's Ministry of Food)

Ingredients:
Olive Oil
Butter [Ed: apparently a North Italian trick, and it's one that works! Whatever you do, do not skip the butter!]
Loads of garlic, sliced
Balsamic vinegar or lemon juice
Pasta
Water & Pinch of Salt

Method:

  1. Put a pan of water to boil with a pinch of salt for the pasta. Add the pasta and cook per pasta's instructions until al dente.
  2. Put another large pan on medium heat. Note the medium heat is important, err on the low side as you don't want to burn the oils. Glug olive oil, garlic, and a spoonful of butter per person to melt on the pan. [Ed: On the heat, it should take a couple of minutes to sizzle the garlic, I've found that by soaking the garlic in the oil, the garlic takes longer to release it's fragrance, giving you more time to transfer the fragrance from the garlic into the pasta where you want it to be.]
  3. When you start to smell the garlic, pour balsamic vinegar or lemon juice in about equal proportion to the oil used into the pan. Stir in the pasta. [Ed: One of the tricks I've found out to avoid that oily taste that usually turns up in an aglio olio done badly is to put equal parts of acid (lemon juice or balsamic vinegar) to the oil. Jamie did a very good trick using cherry tomatoes - slightly out of season ones with extra zing work especially well - and balsamic vinegar to get just that right combination of creamy/sour in the sauce.]
  4. Add a little of the water from boiling the pasta to cream the sauce. Stir, taste and add a bit of crushed black pepper if needed.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

The Art of Corporate Communications

I don't usually wax lyrical about corporate management or any sort of management spiel either. I am proud of the fact that I have never and will never read a management book, despite recognizing the infinite revenue capacities of the genre.

But after an enlightening conversation with an MBA friend yesterday about culture, accents, working in a large, matrixed organization - this morning I had an epiphany about... email.

Many management and communications guru wax lyrical about the evils of cold, heartless email. There are statistics about the number of (useless) emails we write and send every day, spam is condemned, email is condemned as spam. However, having struggled a little with accents across borders recently, I've come to realize that the best tool for working across borders may actually be... email.

Why? Email is an accentless, contextless medium. Despite the potential dangers of such a medium, the flipside to risk is always opportunities, and I can't help but see email as the most effective way for a corporate (read: cold) management (read: antisocial) person to get things done.
  1. Know your kitchen. Many management communications articles focus on how remote management and the need for communications across borders due to globalization are hampered by a lack of context and the inability to build relationships across borders, especially in high context dependent cultures. Management comms articles who like to compartmentalize the human psyche focus on how we each have a "communication preference", hinting that you can tell the straightforward from the subtle in how they communicate over the phone - Jack the American blathing his needs over the phone to Yuki the Japanese nodding and silently disagreeing over the conference line. I don't believe any single person has a single communication preference. We pick, or should pick, our communication mediums and preferences based on what we want to achieve at any given time.

    So we know that subtlety is not email's strongest points. But then again, email isn't the only tool in the kitchen, and the recognition of the fact is communications' biggest win. Use email to get things done; and phone/webcam and face to face meetings focused on building relationships. In a conference call among many parties, build relationships over the phone and summarize action items in an email following up the call.
  2. Exploit the blank. Blank isn't always cold and contextless. While over the phone we usually know why we have come together for a discussion, email starts off blank, without a purpose. Exploit the fact that email is without context and emotion to set the tone and purpose of the communication. State your intentions at the beginning of the email, outline key messages by prefacing the purpose of the communication.
  3. Summary = Clarity. I learnt this trick by accident along the way. Use your advantage in good email management to benefit groups and individuals who don't. How many threads have you come across that warble and ramble across several weeks and individuals? Pull those together in a clear summary to all involved, and you will be remembered as the essential person bringing clarity and efficacy to a situation. By making brevity your best friend, you maximize the chances of your email being read, and minimize the spam-delete instinct that many of us develop these days.
  4. Think before you speak. Master the art of drafting. I've learnt at several points in my life that email saves you from blurting, and gives you a last opportunity to retract your words before they are spoken. Several tools allow you to do that: Keep emails in your Outbox instead of sending them automatically. This allows you to review your email one last time before hitting the ultimate send button. Save important emails as Drafts, take the time to work on them, it's worthwhile. Put yourself on CC. Most people don't notice emails that they send, but take notice of emails that are sent to them. Copying yourself on key communications allows you not only a point of reference in the future, but builds in that self-criticality that is often missing from blurt-sending.