A few years ago, I read this disturbing Rip van Winkle post by Hossein Derakhshan. He’d been incarcerated for six years, and wrote about how the Web he’d left had changed while he was away. One phrase stood out for me. A departure from a books-internet to a television-internet. It resonated. Deeply. I’ve believed in … Continue reading "On platforms and sustainability"
When I was a child, I loved seeing photographs of everyday things from not-everyday perspectives. I think the first such thing I remember marvelling about was what a human hair looked like under a powerful microscope. It looked a bit like this image from “Long Hair Community” via Google: I’m still fascinated by such out-of-normal-perspective … Continue reading "of graveyards and golf courses: A perspective on perspective"
This is part of a map of Calcutta published in 1842. It’s the city I was born in, the city I grew up in, the city that was my home for the first twenty-three years of my life. A city I remember with fond memories and one I visit with joy in my heart. [Incidentally, … Continue reading "Making new mistakes"
If you know me well then you know I love to cook. When I cook, one of the things I do is based on what professional chefs call mise en place. Take yesterday for example. I was cooking a ragu for the family; it wasn’t gramigna alla salsiccia, my usual favourite, because I couldn’t get the … Continue reading "musing about mise-en-place"
There’s something happening here What it is ain’t exactly clear There’s a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound Everybody look what’s going down There’s battle lines being drawn Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting … Continue reading "There’s something happening here"
I love cooking. One of my signature dishes is “spag bol“. Except the pasta I use is not spaghetti. And the sauce I make is not what most people would consider to be bolognese. Think of it as the Trigger’s Broom of cooking. If I wanted to be precise I would call the dish gramigna alla … Continue reading "Thinking about cooking and about getting things done"
Today may turn out to be a very important day in the world of Test cricket. Regular readers will know that I am no fan of the Decision Review System (DRS). While I’m all for sensible use of technology in sport, I cannot abide the way “Umpire’s Call” is designed to work. It’s an … Continue reading "Oh frabjous day"
Note: I have posted unGoogleable questions before. Hence the “Another”. I’ve posted links to seven songs below. In a particular sequence. The sequence matters. There is a link between each song and the song that follows it; those links are broken if the sequence is changed. I have not been able to continue the sequence, though … Continue reading "Another unGoogleable question"
I must have been 13, maybe 14. In Calcutta. I’d never lived anywhere else, something that wouldn’t change for a decade or so. I was sitting in a friend’s house, listening to a “new” album by someone whose music I’d only recently discovered. Elton John. The new album was called Tumbleweed Connection. The song I … Continue reading "Tumbleweed connections"
[Note to readers: For those coming into this cold, I wrote Part 1 and Part 2 early in January; this one, Part 3, will be followed by a handful more in weeks to come]. I think of sensors this way: every piece of equipment capable of sensing something and sending me information about that something … Continue reading "Thinking lazily about notifications and alerts: Part 3"
Of late, I’ve been spending quite some time thinking about longitudinal studies; a number of you have engaged with me with encouraging feedback after my most recent post on this, on the impact of change and the time it takes to assess that impact. There are many reasons for this, but there’s a principal one. … Continue reading "Voyages of discovery"
I didn’t have a passport until I was approaching my 23rd birthday. But that didn’t stop me from travelling far and wide. Calcutta was a truly cosmopolitan city in those days; people from many cultures would pass through. While one generation of people, rooted in empire, left to find those roots, another, younger generation came … Continue reading "… and crime travel"
On any given day I get sent maybe 20-25 messages through one communications channel or other, with links to new sites or apps. Most of them are of no value to me at all. Maybe I’m growing old. A friend sent me a link today; I can usually rely on him to send me interesting things, … Continue reading "Time travel"
This is the second in a series on notifications and alerts, building on what I started sharing earlier today, as promised. First, a musical interlude. Someone’s knocking at the door, somebody’s ringing the bell/ Do me a favour/Open the door/And let them in. Mum, the kettle’s boiling/Daddy, what’s the time/Sis, look what you’re doing/Can’t you … Continue reading "Thinking lazily about notifications and alerts: Part 2"
There are some things that I can sense for myself. I can see something, hear something, touch something, smell something, taste something, provided it happens within the range of the sense needing to be used. With the necessary training, I may be able to add granularity to what I sense. Some people can gauge distance with … Continue reading "Thinking lazily about notifications and alerts"
Happy New Year. It’s that time of year again, when the English Premier League is at its precise halfway point, and the experts start looking forward to the end of the season and speculate on winners and losers. Since the 2002-03 season, it’s also the time of year for the winter “transfer window”, a late Christmas … Continue reading "Thinking about transfers and value"
[Note to readers. This post may appear to do with cricket. Perhaps it does. But it’s about more than that]. I had to smile when I first came across what Douglas Adams had to say about our reactions to technologies: 1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and … Continue reading "Thinking about pink balls"
Those who come here regularly know that I’m stuck in a time-warp when it comes to music. Early sixties to mid seventies. 99% of the music I listen to was made then. It’s not that I dislike the music made before or after; it’s more to do with the fact that so much great music … Continue reading "Comfort-break songs"
I wonder what LS Lowry would have made of it. As a teenager in Calcutta during the 1960s and 1970s, I never quite experienced the sensation of “going to the match” the way that Lowry had portrayed. We went to the matches. Matches, plural. Not match. Because all the stadia were in the … Continue reading "Going to the match: more thoughts on tolerance"