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Alex Murphy’s Life in India: Sacrifices

My daughter’s 18th Birthday party was not a sacrifice I was willing to make.

One of the really tough things about living out of Country and away from home is that when you should be around to support family and friends at times of births, marriages, deaths, and birthdays; the best you can do is text. Over the last year I’ve missed all of these, and felt pretty inadequate at times when I can do nothing to support those who need a shoulder to cry on.

Of course, I know there are plenty of people in my same position, including troops on overseas duty.

I lost the closest thing I had to a dad just before I embarked on my wonderful trip to India. I was able to lay him to rest the very day I left for India, but I was there. I learned this week that a wonderful lady, a great teacher, who had taught all my four children, had died. Her husband had been a rugby player with me and from 4000 miles away I could do nothing to show my sadness for his loss and my sorrow at her passing.

Today is my daughter Francesca’s 18th Birthday party, the last of my four fabulous kids to reach adult-hood. For the other three I’d been there to celebrate and smile as I watched them become “grown ups.” Faced with missing an enormous milestone in my own and my family’s life, I jumped on a flight to London at 2.20am Delhi time this morning, and by the time Francesca came down for breakfast I was sat at home. She didn’t know I was on my way. A perfect moment, priceless, never to be repeated. I’ve got just about enough time to catch, my breath, party tonight, then head back to Delhi.

So Hurricanes, forgive me for missing training this morning. I was on a mission, but I’m sure you understand. I’m having a fabulous experience in India, I’m at real peace, but days like today remind you just how much of a sacrifice those you love have to make for you to pursue your own dreams.

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TaxiCab App to Replace Hailo

TaxiCab, an app developed by cabbies for cabbies is to replace Hailo

Riding in a black cab today I noticed that there was a big X in gaffer tape across the Hailo advert. Remembering my recent gushes about Uber (ici et ici 1) I got into conversation with the driver.

According to the driver Hailo has been around for 3 years or so and was bringing in a lot of business to London Taxi drivers. However 6 weeks ago cab hailing company apparently announced that they would also be including Minicabs (Hailo says Exec cars, taxi driver said they were effectively Minicabs). The Taxi drivers don’t like this and my driver said they had started to drop the service – hence the X over the ad.

Apparently the app isn’t yet available but in the interest of research I Googled it. Apart from Hailo I could only find cab:app which sounds similar because it has been developed by taxi drivers but doesn’t look anything like the app I was shown.

The Hailo move can only be in response to Uber hitting town. Maybe finding an image of the new TaxiCab app is a scoop. Exciting eh! One imagines that competition is good thing.

It must surely be unusual to find a taxi driver who can code although I do recall years ago that a cabbie won the TV quiz programme Mastermind. Today I was in London to visit Telehouse in greenwich – just next to the O2. I did ponder using Uber but the Jubilee line gets you straight there and it just didn’t make sense – transport modes for courses as they say:)

You may well have heard it first on trefor.net – especially if you have been manning the Antartic Survey and have only recently returned because you won tickets for Wimbledon in the ballot – but that is another story.

TaxiCab, by taxi drivers for taxi drivers…

 

Hailo X

1 Oui, ohohiho

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Eurostars Upon Thars

Being a somewhat regular visitor to London over the past 15 years, and having spent more than a year commuting weekly from Paris to a start-up gig there way back in ‘00-’01, I have Eurostar stories to burn. Nothing I could recount, though, compares to the head-shaking cock-up I was a party to this past Friday.

I arrived at the Eurostar departure area at St. Pancras at 15h00 on the nose, ready to flash my ticket’s QR code at the gate. A gentleman in front of me had a problem getting the gate to take his QR, and he waved me ahead. At that moment the gate opened, and with it all happening so fast I rushed right through. A no-no, to be sure, and I knew it (gotta flash your code, otherwise the databases aren’t fat and happy), so I immediately turned around to hand my ticket to the guy who waved me ahead so all could be reconciled. And if that had been all that happened, it all would’ve worked out fine. No harm, no foul.

Alas, as I was handing my ticket to the guy whose entry I had assumed, a Eurostar person jumped in the middle of it all. This woman took my ticket into her hand already full of tickets, working diligently to get not only the guy I mentioned through but others with him as well. That accomplished, she handed me back what should’ve been my ticket, but which I was soon to learn was not in fact my ticket but the ticket of one of the others in the group. Soon to learn, but not quite soon enough as it turned out. Keep reading.

Sneetch Star

Security, Passport Control, a Cadbury Flake purchased, 15h31 train to Paris boarding, up the escalator, down the platform, onto Car 18 and (almost) into Seat 72…which was inhabited by another person with a valid ticket for the seat. My ticket? Valid for the same seat on the train leaving at 16h02. Oh, and the name on the ticket was not anything remotely akin to my own.

Realizing quickly what had happened, I sought out someone in Eurostar-logo-emblazoned clothing to explain my situation to, thinking there would be high-techy solution to it all. Instead I got “Well, all the trains are overbooked today, so we’ll put you on the 16h02 and just hope things work out. Maybe the person with your ticket got on the 15h31. If not, we’ll handle it then.” Thus, Eurostar’s idea of fixing the situation boiled down to this: Perhaps the person traveling with those other people realized he had been handed back your ticket for the 15h31 and instead of staying with his group on the 16h02 he instead bid them a quick “Ta ta! See you in Paris!” and ran to take the 15h31. Oh, and he opted for a different seat than the one on my ticket — although there weren’t any free seats on the train — because he was not the guy I encountered when I tried to take the seat on the 15h31. So just take the seat on the 16h02 with the ticket you are holding and hope.

Whew!

So I boarded the 16h02, took Seat 72 in Car 18, and waited. Not long. Soon enough, the guy who I originally encountered at the entry gate boarded the train with his group. He saw me, immediately knew why I was there, and together we set off in search of a logo-ed person who could offer much-needed resolution. And this is where things get anti-climatic, because we quickly found a train manager who found me an empty seat in Car 17 using a handy-dandy tablet with some proprietary app connected to some up-to-date database in some datacenter somewhere nearby, and that was that. I would make it home for the weekend, I wouldn’t have to stand between cars or sit on someone’s lap to do so, and I could spend the two hours pondering why some Eurostar trains are 2014-tech-ready while others seemingly are not.

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Uber London Integrated with Google Maps

Uber is now very cleverly integrated with Google Maps and appears in the list of options of directions for public transport – Uber London

On a visit to Telehouse  in London Docklands I checked out the optimum directions to get there using Google Maps. To my surprise Uber came up as an option. This is very impressive.

It made me think of Uber London as the taxiing equivalent to Tesco: a large organisation with the clout to develop tools that help it sell and make money. Uber is the Tesco, black cabs are the small retail outlets being affected by the new out of town superstore.

What’s more Uber appeared on the list uber-discreetly. I didn’t feel it was being shoved in my face. Indeed I was surprised and delighted to see it there. Google must in anycase have rules about that sort of thing. Can’t have a third party muscling in too robustlyon its act.

Presumably one has to have the Uber App installed which I do. Selecting the Uber option in “directions” takes you to the app. You will recall that I only recently installed Uber whilst in London for the Pissup In A Brewery which helped me out in getting a car from South Bermondsey to Kings Cross Station.

On this latest trip I needed to get from Crawford Street in W1 to Mitre Passage in Greenwich S10. As it happens on this occasion it is just as easy, and certainly a lot cheaper, to get the Jubilee line on the Underground. It involves only a short walk either side although summer on the tube ain’t great.

The Uber option didn’t appear when I used Maps on my Chromebook. This is something that Google might want to consider in their roadmap – the convergence of Android and Chromebook ecosystems.

Uber London – you know it makes sense, or Uber all I’d say Uber London was a winner:)

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Uber duber

uber cab fare receiptUber duber impressive taxi service in London.

Thursday night in London was the venue of the LONAP sponsored trefor.net Pissup In A Brewery. It was a terrific event and we have a ton of photos but there was nobody in the office on Friday so you’re gonna have to wait till the week to see them. Video also on the way.

The evening drew to a close at around 8.45 (it was an early doors bash) and our train was at 10 pm. Plenty of time to get from South Bermondsey to King’s X. Don’t know if you’ve ever been to South Bermondsey – home of Millwall FC?  It’s not exactly on the beaten track. Black cabs struggle with it. In fact if you think you will find a black cab cruising the area on the off chance of picking up a fare you should think again.

Enter uber stage left. On Thursday night the weather had been just right. The barbecue was outside and people were able to comfortably spill out  of the brewery to enjoy the midsummer evening. Towards the end of the Pissup it started to drizzle. That was ok. The evening had been a terrific success and a bit of gentle summer rain did not detract from this. The rain did however dampen our enthusiasm about walking to the train station and certainly made the notion of trying to find a taxi quite unattractive.

Fret not dear reader. I had earlier downloaded the Uber app. It was the work of seconds. I whipped out my trusty droid and summoned a car, opting for an executive job seeing as there were three of us and we had paraphenalia in the shape of banners and signs to cart back. Within fifteen minutes a Mercedes had turned up.

I could tell beforehand exactly when the car was going to arrive as the app tracked its progress, I knew the name of the driver and the make and colour of the vehicle. Just before it got to our location I also received a text message letting me know of its imminent arrival. The whole experience was extremely impressive.

The fare, which was automatically covered by the credit card I had preregistered with the Uber system was £25 for the 31 minute journey. On the way out to the Pissup, one of the team, Rob, had hopped in a black cab as he had all the promo stuff to carry. The taxi not only struggled to find the brewery but also cost him £40.

The Black Cabs are currently up in arms about Uber claiming that the service operates illegally. I had no views before Thursday night. However my experience was so good that I have become an instant fan of Uber. Black Cabs have their place in the service mix. They have all indeed undergone a lengthy period of training to pass the “knowledge” so I might be able to live with the higher prices where it suits me – walking out of a pub on a busy central London street or arriving at the rank at a station.

Whether the London Taxi driver community like it or not my experience with Uber was so good, their product is so good, that they are clearly here to stay. If cabbies don’t like it that’s tough I’m afraid. Technology moves on and the world changes, in this case definitely for the better.

PS was chatting with Jahed the driver who said he was happy with the money he got from Uber. His biggest fare was £292 when some kids signed up for an account with a stolen card. He picked them up at 9pm and drove them around central London until 1.30 am. He got paid by Uber but they never got the cash off the card company. Inneresting innit!

Other unbelievably good reads mentioning the word taxi:

Dad’s taxi

Level crossings and the quirks of the taxi fare system

What price a taxi?

Virgin taxi grinds to a halt

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World cup football – the movie

fifa_250The football world cup reminds me of the movie “Those magnificent men in their flying machines”. For those far too young to remember the movie was a comedy where pilots of many different nationalities converged on the UK to participate in a flying race to Paris. There were joke teams, dastardly skulduggery that went wrong, love interest and all the typical sterotypes of the British psyche. The good guys won. of course.

Now many nationalities from around the world have flown in to Rio for a competition. There is heroism, pathetic failure and skulduggery, excitement, high tension and disappointment – the English team is going home early. No sign of a love interest sub plot though – the WAGs were banned from convening. That was a waste of time wasn’t it? Perhaps had the wives and girlfriends been allowed to travel the team might have done better.

I happened last night to be watching Uruguay v Italy in a fairly disinterested way until the “alleged”1 biting incident made me want Italy to win. That was the skulduggery. Oh and there are match fixing allegations.

And all this under the umbrella of an organisation that is itself under suspicion for lack of transparency and dodgy dealings. One has to ask why anyone bothers when you can watch a cricket test match that lasts the full five days and goes down to the penultimate ball for a result. At least with the world cup we haven’t had news of brand police spoiling the party as was the case with the London 2012 Olympics. It must surely cost the sponsors just as much and doesn’t leave people with a bad taste regarding the organising committee.

Playing now on a TV screen near you – Football World Cup – The Movie.

Other footy related posts:

Watching the football
Summer of sports on steroids
HD video demand poses big questions for ISPs

1 aargh I’m starting to sound like the BBC – looked like a bite mark from where I was sat but there again I was thousands of miles away…

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Only in India: Some Thoughts on Labour

Treflor.net contributor Alex Murphy is President at DCM Shriram and a Privilege Member at Rugby Football Union. From time to time he will share his thoughts and observations from his life in Gurgaon, Haryana, India.

A part of living in India is that typically you have staff to help in the home and a driver. Me, I have both a housekeeper and a full-time driver (who doesn’t often get the chance to drive as I love driving). You also notice that there are thousands and thousands of security guards, everywhere. At every shop, every house, every gate, you will find a uniformed security guard acting as some kind of protection, and — to be honest — they are 99.99% ineffective. At the homes of the people I work for these security guards are occasionally armed, but they are still pretty much ineffective.

The whole layer of domestic staff and security I describe provides enormous levels of employment in a country where employment remains hard to find. It is said that the poverty line in India is about 59p per day, and making more that is considered to be of independent means. A member of domestic staff or a security guard will earn about £170 per month, money that is generally paid in cash, an amount that at £5 a day is considered a good living wage. And even though by UK and US terms this seems a pittance, in India it’s considered a good wage and the staff work hard for their money.

Parking in India

I elect not to have live-in staff, even though the house comes with a staff flat. The thought of poor staff members regularly finding a naked, hairy, European sitting eating his cornflakes is more than I want to bestow upon any individual. And this is where one of the huge dilemmas of working in India occurs. No, not a hairy European, but labour.

The workforce in my business is very well educated, with over 60% of my Head Office support staff of 148 having at least an MBA. The level of competency is incredible high in areas such as computing and accounting, but at under £5,000 per annum you find yourself having to make bizarre calculations. For instance, new computer software that will speed up process will cost you £200,000, have a shelf life of about three years, and will require annual service contracts to the value of £35,000. That’s about £300,000 over the life of the software, or £100,000 per annum. It will take some write time and is subject to technical failure. On the other hand, for that same amount I could employ no less than 20 MBAs, assets who would actually deliver me far greater capacity, not be subject to power failure or viruses (save for malaria, perhaps), and who would be mobile as required. So what do you do?

A good example of how all of this works in practice is our central costing cell. The software to run our commercial, technical and drawing capabilities again would be enormous. If the system rejected any of the data then this would require third-party intervention to access the rejection information, go back to source, and resolve. We have 28 bodies processing the info, and if something goes wrong they pick up a phone and say “What did you mean by…….?” and the situation is resolved in under a minute. Now, yes, I’m sure all you computer types will scream about efficiency and process, but it’s a hard and true fact of life that in the more developed economies — those in which you have to pay £50-100,000 per annum to computer and data geeks — that computerisation is a huge cost saver. In India, though, where we are still finding our business feet, there is still have incredible value for money in labour. And it isn’t slavery as it’s all relative to what your rupee buys you. My people are my greatest asset.

My morning today started with me wishing my driver Ravi well before he took my daughter and two friends to Agra and the Taj Mahal for the day. The 6.30 collect became 6.45, as three teenagers did what teenagers do and took their time. For the first time ever the look on Ravi’s face was one of “We are going to the Taj, is there really any need for this fashion statement!”

Only in India…..

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The Mexican mask & a pith helmet from San Diego Zoo

Mexican maskYou don’t need a great idea to stick a blog post up. A picture is prompt enough. This mask was on the wall of a Mexican restaurant near our hotel in Orlando for the Genband Perspectivres14 conference.

I have been to Mehico, just the once. In a previous life I used to go each July to the Nuclear and Space Radiation Effects Conference in the US of A. It was a brilliant annual event although not particularly publicised for obvious reasons. NSREC used to travel around the country to popular holiday spots, often because some places in the USA were cheap in July due to it being low season.

One year we went to San Diego, which never has a low season. Lots of stories including our Chief Scientist at the time missing his flight connection in Chicago because he had been sat at the wrong gate. Arrived hours after us, tired and needing a drink. The rest of us were about ready to hit the hay. There was a piano bar at the hotel called Kelly’s Irish Bar where every night towards the end of the evening we would finish up. The Chief Scientist, John Kerr was a dab hand at the jazz piano1 and he would sit in during the pianist’s breaks.

We always had Wednesday afternoons off as I recall and we decided to hire a car and nip over the border to Tijuana. It was only afterwards we found out that the perceived wisdom was to not take a hire car over the border. Arriving at Tijuana we drove around trying to find the centre of town. Turns out there wasn’t one.

All we got was a bit of a car park and a few shops. I bought about $40 worth of local currency “just in case”. We had no reason to hang around the centre of Tijuana as there was absolutely nothing there. Driving to the coast we passed large shanty town on the hillsides. A real eye opener to a small town boy from Lincoln.

The Pacific coast, when we got there was quite picturesque and had a large number of bars sticking out on stilts over the the clifftop. We had decided before hand not to trust any food in Mehico but beer was ok and in we trooped to one of the bars. Unfortunately the bar tender whipped out some of the hottest salsa any of us had ever tasted together with some very authentic corn tortilla chips fresh out of the fryer. Didn’t manage to spend half the currency and was saddled with it for years afterwards. May still have it in a drawer upstairs.

The after effects of the chips and salsa were felt for days afterwards:)

On our last day we visited the world famous San Diego Zoo. It’s fame was well deserved. The gorrila enclosure was particularly impressive and prompted me to mention that all we lacked were pith helmets. Well knock me down with a thirty pound sledge hammer if we didn’t turn a corner to find a stand selling pith helmets. I had to buy one of course. Still have it. Must have worn it, oo at least twice in the intervening 20 years. Fancy dress parties.

Pictures below for you delight and delectation.
San Diego zoo
pith helmet from San Diego ZooOther fabulastic travel reads include:

Hawaiian shirts and alligators
Kennedy Space Centre
Ronnie Scotts & The Haywood Sisters

1 He was also a Jehova’s Witness, a poker player and drank like a fish which is a somewhat unusual combination I’d say.

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Nautical themed fountain at Lincoln Brayford Pool

nautical fountainDon’t ask me why I think this fountain has a nautical theme. Just feels as if it does. Not sure I’ve even seen water flowing in it but hey… Council cutbacks perhaps. It’s on the waterfront at Lincoln’s Brayford Pool. Next to Wagamama.

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Dad’s taxi

All those years ago when I went to university I had to be able to carry everything myself. I caught the ferry to Liverpool from Douglas in the Isle of Man, walked to James Street  underground station, tube to Rock Ferry, change to catch train to Chester and change again for the Holyhead train stopping at Bangor. I remember that on the first occasion I also had to change at Llandudno Junction. It was a bit of a trek and that first time I did it I had a rucksack filled with LPs on my back,a guitar, a record player and a suitcase.

Arriving at Bangor train station it was fortunate that there was a minibus taking people to their halls of residences. Phew. At Neuadd John Morris Jones I seemed to be the only person who had made his own way there. Everyone else had turned up in a Volvo estate with ma and pa. I can tell you it made me feel quite superior.

Nowadays it is a different generation of Davies’ going to University. Kid2 has just finished her second year at Durham. I went to pick her up in the Jeep. It’s a good job the car is a big one. With five seats flat in the back two rows we still filled the boot. Took us an hour the two of us to load up. I’m not complaining. It’s what dads are there for. Girls have different needs to boys don’t they? Eh?

Just thought you’d appreciate the pics of all the stuff. I thought I’ve leave enough room to just see out through the rear view mirror but it didn’t work out like that. The last photo is of the pile of rubbish in the back alley outside the house. Most of the properties in the street will have been rented out to students. Nothing changes.loaded jeep commander

loaded jeep commander

The contents of the Jeep filling up our front room.

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back alley in Durham

Note the token carton of milk.

bottles - detritus of student living

Kid2 is off abroad now for her year out. In one sense it makes no difference whether she is in Durham or anywhere else in the world. Facebook and Google Hangouts keeps us in touch. I dropped her off at East Midlands Airport this morning. No hanging about! She will be back in three weeks for a flying visit and then off again to start work proper in Toledo. Don’t mind telling you I’m proud of her.

One other final note. During the week she accidentally spilt water on her Chromebook. It is now kaput. £200 later the new one was up and running in seconds. You know it makes sense…

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Alex Murphy’s Life in India: Driving

Guest contributor Alex Murphy is President at DCM Shriram and a Privilege Member at Rugby Football Union. From time to time will be sharing his thoughts and observations from his life in Gurgaon, Haryana, India. Today marks his first time writing for trefor.net.

The drive to work throws up the usual list of crazy antics this morning. However the bodies of four dogs lay by the side of the road, victims of late night speeding drivers who don’t even slow up at the point of impact. Their bodies will be gathered up later, taken away and boiled to make patent glue. I also got overtaken by a cop bike with flashing lights, with three cops on it, two with machine guns!

Alex Murphy

Every morning you see cars and auto-ricks full to the top with people. 10 in a fiesta sized car is nothing unusual and 16 in an auto-rick, about the size of an escort van, is my record. No seat belts, unrestrained children and 180,000 deaths a year. But there is no choice. 1.2 billion people have to move around. They have little money and they must share whatever mode of transport is available. If that means over loading cars, sitting on the roof of buses, hanging precariously onto trains, then that’s what they have to do to reach their destination. The goody goody mob from Europe, the anally challenged safety crazed serial jobs worth would explode if they looked at what goes on here. But there really is no alternative. The transport infrastructure simply does not exist to move the volumes who need moving daily in a controlled, safe way. Yes they take a risk every day getting on sub standard buses, auto-ricks held together with Sellotape and cars that would not be out of place in a destruction derby in UK. But the name of the game here is survival, and for that they are prepared to take the ultimate risk and tragically all too often pay the ultimate price.

I’ve also learned another important lesson this week, Indian drivers only look forward. Not left, right or backwards. They have no peripheral vision. They have mirrors, but mostly they are folded against the vehicle to stop two wheelers ripping them off. But as everyone only looks forward then it’s accepted that you only have responsibility for what’s in front of you. Thus when you join a main road from a slip road, it’s not your problem what’s coming from behind, they are responsible for varying their path to avoid collision. And it’s the same everywhere, if you are behind, you must find the solution. Funnily enough in a wired kind of way it works. The high levels of road deaths are not due to the quirky driving. They are usually speed, alcohol and truck related, with many being pedestrians who wander into the roads on the assumption traffic will stop, it doesn’t. Can it be changed? No I don’t think it can. I saw a guy on a mobile phone this morning so totally engrossed in his conversation he ran into a parked car. He drove on, without a second thought. Now, I still try and drive like a Brit, but truth be told if you give way, merge in turn, stop at red lights, drive the correct way down a dual carriageway, graciously let traffic in, then you will get nowhere very very slowly.

I love India, the most challenging place on earth, the most delightful people on earth, the most vibrant economy on earth…..did I mention the challenge? Oh and of course the traffic!

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Travel times to Oxford and mobile phone car kits

lincoln to oxford by public transportAs previously mentioned am picking up kid1 from Oxford today and transplanting him to Laandan, innit.  Just checked on travel times with google maps to see when I need to set off. Intended to go to the gym before hitting the road. Unfortunately I haven’t got time to go to the gym. Google tells me the trip will take 2 hours 37 minutes to do the 132 miles and I will also want to stop for a spot of lunch, a cheeky KFC maybe (only for convenience when travelling of course).

That means I should have headed to the gym a good half an hour ago. Ah well.

In looking at google maps I wondered how long it would take to walk. That would make up for not going to the gym. 40 hours but only 121 miles. It’s a more direct route and avoids motorways obvs. Not practical as I need to be in Oxford by 2pm and the whole point of the journey is that I need the car to carry all kid1’s stuff. Taking public transport is also not an option as it would take 3 hours 42 mins and as per the walking option we wouldn’t have the car to carry his stuff in our onward direction.

For completeness I thought you’d like to know that were I to cycle it should take 12 hours 3 minutes to do the 141 miles. Don’t ask why they tell cyclists to take a longer route than the pedestrians. Maybe the latter uses pedestrian precincts for part of the trip. Would make sense as one could probably buy a sandwich and a bottle of water from a shop from the pedestrian precinct. The getting there by plane option is greyed out, presumably because google realises that Lincoln only has RAF airfields and no commercial airport.

It does somewhat come as a surprise that google hasn’t recommended any hotels for an overnight stay on both the pedestrian and cycling maps. Surely they don’t think I’d be able to walk for 40 hours without an overnight stay. It would be a miracle if I could walk that distance full stop, without getting into training for it. Same applies for the cycling – one’s bum would get particularly sore I’d imagine.

So the car is it and it is nearly time for me to hit the road. Before I go I’d like to relate a telephone conversation with Kevin Murphy of BT (he of running the Olympics project for BT fame and who now runs voice for that company). I was at the garage getting my car boot hydraulics fixed so that the boot would stay up without my having to use a broom handle to prop it up – v handy when moving a kid from Oxford to Laandan. I was on my mobile in the garage canteen room with table and chair and the darn phone got cut off three times. It as only after the third time and I was looking out of the window when I saw Dave the mechanic gesturing.  Whenever he moved the car the bloomin hands free system took over the phone audio and I lost the conversation.

I switched off bluetooth, rang Kevin back again and finished the discussion. Kevin is coming to do the Keynote speech at ITSPA’s forthcoming 10th Anniversary celebrations on July 3rd. Check it out here. If you are in the VoIP game you should be there.

That’s it. Gotta go to Oxford. Ciao.

Other fairly interesting google maps posts:

Jet tries to land in Russell Square
Google location incorrect since moving home

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The trefor.net #orlandoroadtrip #GBP14 Day 7 Cheap Trick gig at Hard Rock

pool at Hyatt Regency Grand CypressWent to Cheap Trick gig at the Hard Rock in Universal Studios last night. Impressive location. Band were loud and rocky. They were big in the 70s and I imagine that at that time they would have had wild gigs.

Hit the hay about midnight and was up bright and early at 6.30 to go to the gym. The header photo is of the pool en route to the gym at around 6.45 am.

WebRTC sessions at #GBP14. More on this in a post which may not appear until next week. It merits some consideration but I can tell you this conference has given me some food for thought in the WebRTC space.

Pics are mainly from last night at the Hard Rock

Complete set of unbelievably brilliant posts on the #orlandoroadtrip  to date:

Day 6 – #GBP14 proper begins
Day 5 – golf
Day 4 – Kennedy Space Centre
Day 3 – Hawaiian Shirts, alligators and beer
Day 2 – BA2037
Day 1 – Ronnie Scotts & The Haywood Sisters

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The trefor.net #orlandoroadtrip day 5 #GBP14 golf

Day 5 of the Genband Perspectives 14 road trip started at 6.30 am which is good. It means that my body clock is nearly in Fl time. Went to the gym for an hour’s workout – v high tech gym at the Hyatt, only downsides being all the American TV. Hey…

A simple breakfast of a croissant and a smoothie. Struggled a bit in ordering the croissant. I pronounced it in the British way – croassont. The girl behind the counter clearly had no idea what a croassont was. I quickly did a real time translation and called it a cross-aante which produced immediate results. Felt a bit daft calling it a cross-aante mind you. Got the last one. Bet they say that to all the boys.

Off to the golf in the absolutely sweltering humidity of the Florida swamps. Beautiful golf course with lots of wildlife to be seen. One of the photos below shows some make of bird of prey. There are lots and lots of them around – basically because there is lots of wildlife for them to eat.

Straight back to the hotel after the golf (we didn’t win) and into the pool to cool off. Great pool, fair play. The poolside cocktail reception was moved inside because of the threat of thunderstorms. It was a tired Tref that attended the cocktail reception and after a while some of us retired to the comfort of the Hurricane Bar next to Hemingway’s restaurant – see the cocktails. End of Monday. Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of #orlandoroadtrip.

Other super dooper #orlandoroadtrip reads include:

Day 4 Kennedy Space Centre
Day 3 – Hawaiian Shirts, alligators and beer
Day 2 – BA2037
Day 1 – Ronnie Scotts & The Haywood Sisters

 

 

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The trefor.net #orlandoroadtrip day 4 Kennedy Space Centre #GBP14

Acclimatisation continues on day 4 in advance of the Genband Perspectives14 conference with a trip to the NASA Kennedy Space Centre in Cape Canaveral. Massively impressive place if you’ve never been. Also very hot. It hit 96 degrees centigrade on the car temperature gauge (ok thermometer).

We got there for opening time and started with a breakfast of bacon, egg, cheese on Texan toast. Then we hit the shuttle exhibit and were the only ones on launch simulator which was fun. It was very satisfying walking past signs that said “15 minutes queuing from this point”. The actual Atlantis shuttle was very impressive (a repeat of the word impressive but that is what it was).

Saw a bald eagle’s nest and a couple of alligators on the bus ride as well as the launch pads and the mobile launcher that carries the rockets to the launch pad at a fuel consumption of 1 feet per gallon. There is a launch on Thursday at 9pm but unfortunately we leave for blighty at 8pm.

The Vehicle Assembly Area, according to driver Linda, is the sixth largest building by volume in the world and can contain 250 billion ping pong balls. That would be a good Guinness World Record attempt though fraught with environmental issues if some of the balls escaped.

It was so hot driving back to Orlando we kept the car roof closed and used the aircon. Stopped off at a Dennys for lunch (Philadelphia steak sandwich) before dropping the hire car back at the rental place.  Spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool before reading my book and watching the thunderstorms from my bedroom balcony. Cleared the pool.

Finished off with dinner  in the hotel with some of the Genband guys and a few beers in the Hurricanes Bar. Now almost acclimatised.

British tourists coming over for their summer holidays don’t realise that it is low season here in Orlando at this time of year because of the heat. On Day 5, ie today, we have options. It’s either theme park visits or golf. I can’t imagine anything worse than visiting a theme park in this weather when I could be strolling riding around a Jack Nicklaus Signature golf course on a buggy.

Pics below. Stay tuned…

Other fantastic #orlandoroadtrip #GBP14 posts:

Day 3 – Hawaiian Shirts, alligators and beer
Day 2 – BA2037
Day 1 – Ronnie Scotts & The Haywood Sisters

 

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The trefor.net #orlandoroadtrip day 3 Hawaiian shirts, alligators and beer #GBP14

Tommy Bahama hatband

Up early, at the crack of dawn actually although dawn is later in Florida than it is at the moment in the UK. I’ve been half awake since 3.30 am because of the jet lag but feeling ok now. It’s 6.30 am in Orlando, 11.30 back home. My laptop time is still BST.

The view from my room, 869, is wonderful. Truly stunning. It evokes luxury. At this time of day there aren’t many people around. Just the occasional bod strolling around the pool area and down by the lake. The noises are tropical. Lots of water from fountains and waterfall in and around the pool together with periodic tweeting of birds.

I’m sat in shorts and tshirt with the balcony door open and can see the palm fronds below stirring gently in the breeze. It is cloudy, being the rainy season but it is warm. In theory I should go to the gym before breakfast but I’m not sure I will do so today. We are off out for the day at 11am in the rented convertible Mustang and feel a relaxing morning around the hotel will be in order.

Slight hitch with the convertible. Turns out there are two Hyatt Regency hotels in Orlando and our car is at the other one. Matt and Dom went along to pick it up whilst I hopped over to an outlet mall to buy some Levi 501s. Got two pairs for £25 each. A steal.

At the Mall I hit the jackpot.  ATommy Bahama shop. They don’t have them in the UK. Tommy Bahama does the coolest shirts around. I bought two and a hat. The pics are in the gallery below.

Also in the gallery are photos of our day out. We hit a nature reserve called Black Hammock and had a ride in an airboat. The lake as 9,500 alligators in it!! We only saw two. It was too hot for them – approximately 95 degrees Farenheit.

Thence to Cape Canaveral and Grills bar where Rum Runners, scallops wrapped in bacon and lobster with Jamaican wild rice were the order of the day. Tropical perfection with a great band playing in the background. Loads of wildlife all over Florida and at Canaveral we watched Pelicans perch on wooden piles as huge cruise liners went by. I was also quite impressed to see an abundance of eagles around.

Coming home we hit a very heavy thunderstorm. Matt was driving and had to slow down almost to a crawl. One amusing incident on the way home was where Matt threw some quarters into the coin gathering machine at the toll plaza and missed. He had to try again and missed a second time at which point he was forced to get out of the car to pick one of the coins up off the floor. I had earlier told him that the cool thing to do was to not actually stop the car whilst driving through the toll area but to just toss the coins in as we drove by.

Some of the boats at Cape Canaveral go out 90 miles to try and catch the bigger fish. These are very fast craft. Enjoy the pics. look out for a post on our trip to Kennedy Space Centre tomorrow.

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The trefor.net #orlandoroadtrip Day2 – BA2037 #GBP14

view from room Hyatt Regency Grand Cedar OrlandoEnsconced in seat 10A of BA2037 to Orlando working offline. There are three of us travelling together us on this flight, Matt and Dom from Illume/The Cavell Group being the other two. I say together. I’m in Club, Matt took up the offer for an upgrade to Premium Economy (at a price) which young Dom declined so we are in three different cabins.

Having spent years flying long haul on business I promised myself never to join the sardine community again and happily paid the extra for a business class ticket. I feel a lot better for it. It’s the first time I’ve been in a “modern” business class seat which is effectively its own little space. I haven’t yet familiarised myself with all the buttons that can be pressed but I have found the hidden storage compartment and been able to conveniently stash away my book, wallet and other bits and bobs for retrieval at an appropriate juncture during the flight.

I almost have to make a decision what to do with my time on this flight. It isn’t often I am without an internet connection which is generally all consuming. The seat, in which I am facing the next bloke (name of Paul), turns into a flat bed. My neighbour doesn’t appear to be the talkative type so I really do have 9 hours ahead of me totally to myself. Luxury.

The options are reading, writing or watching/listening interspersed with eating drinking and sleeping. Probably end up doing a bit of everything and it might be interesting to see how the writing changes with time – considering the effects of the champagne and other miscellaneous beverages. Once, on a flight from Istanbul to Heathrow I wrote my thoughts and observations through most of the flight. These can be found here.

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The trefor.net #orlandoroadtrip day1 – Ronnie Scott’s Bar & Haywood Sisters

haywood sisters & bandAvid followers of the blog will know I’m away in Florida for the Genband Perspectives14 conference from Tuesday 10th – Thursday 12th June, participating in a panel on UC on the last day.  Being located in a foreign land with a high likelihood of severe jetlag it made sense to fly out early and get acclimatised.

My flight was therefore booked for Friday 6th and needing to get early to Gatwick it made sense to stay down in London the night before. Imagine my delight therefore when I received an invitation to go and see the Haywood Sisters at Ronnie Scotts Bar on the very Thursday night I was to be in town. Yay.

The Haywood Sisters are a lovely trio of professional singers who do vintage 20s, 30,s 50,s and 50s music with a great backing band. They came along to my Xmas bash last year and I went to their CD launch at the Phoenix Artist Club. Check em out here.

mozart woz ereAs we, my son Tom and I, were waiting for the doors to open we noticed a crowd of oriental girls hanging around  backstage door opposite. Miss Saigon apparently. What really caught my eye was the blue plaque – Mozart lived there! V appropriate in an area full of theatres and music bars.

Must have been over on a road trip of his own. London, all life is here.

After the girls had been on Tom and I slipped out for a bite at nearby Indian Restaurant the Delhi Brasserie. I woke up the next delhi brasserie gold cardday to find a Delhi Gold discount card in my pocket. Going to come in very handy I’m sure! As I recall the food was good enough or so Tom assures me. That second Margarita at Ronnie Scotts played havoc with my memory cells.

The last photo is of me with Kath (left) and Georgi before they did their set. Was privileged to be sat with their folks.

haywood sisters & tref

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Orlando bound

Headin saaf. On the train. London today. USA tomorrow. It’s been a long time. Haven’t missed the jet set life. Used to be almost permanently jet lagged. Looking forward to this trip though. Speaking at Genband Perspectives14 Conference in Orlando, Florida (is there one anywhere else?). Mentioned it before.

All packed. Bird feeder refilled. Doubt it’ll get done whilst I’m away – the little guys consume it at a rate of one feeder full every two days. Probably forgotten something. Was once flying to Canada and turned up at Heathrow T3 without my passport. Ahem. Spent 4 hours in the Air Canada arrivals lounge whilst a taxi brought the passport down from Lincoln. Must have been world record for amount of time spent in an arrivals lounge.  Good job I wasn’t paying for taxi. This time have checked to make sure I have passport with me, about 8 times.

This trip should be a nice one. Have meetings in London this pm then off to Ronnie Scotts this evening with Kid1 to see the @Haywoodsisters. Leisurely breakfast tomorrow morning in Grosvenor Hotel in Victoria – convenient for the Gatwick Express.

Club World ticket. Meeting Matt Townend and Dom from Illume at the B lounge in LGW. Comfortable flight out, hopefully. Bit of a chillout & local tourist stuff near the Hyatt Regency Grand Cedar hotel Saturday. I’ve already told you about the rest of the trip.

I’ve checked in online, and checked my passport (9th time). BA app didn’t work for boarding pass download. Happened before – not good BA.

Catch ya later. Vid is of the railway crossing lights en route to the office. It’s travel related 🙂

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The hazards of walking to and from work #runkeeper
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US immigration questions – ESTA

us border questionsThe US immigration visa waiver system may have moved into the electronic age but the questions they ask are timeless.

I spent most of my thirties globe trotting on behalf of my employer. The jet lag was knackering but hitting exotic bars and restaurants in cool places in the world was great. The US Visa Waver form was always handy – a piece of white paper (either white or green – you always had to fill in two forms). For some reason it made you feel as if you were being prioritised – don’t worry about a visa Tref, just fill in this form.

The one thing that always bemused was the list of questions you were asked. Basically “have you ever been a naughty boy and done something we wouldn’t approve of?” As if I was going to tell them if I was coming to spy on the country!

The imagination begins to take hold here. In a litigious country that is the US of A does the fact that you tell them that the purpose of your visit is to spy on them mean that when you are caught spying it is ok because you told them that was what you were there for. Or maybe the sentence is worse for those that falsely filled in the form on the basis that you lied on entry to the country.

This Friday I’m off to the USA for the first time in a decade. Speaking at the Genband Perspectives14 conference. Orlando. Course it’s not all going to be work. My panel session is on Thursday 12th but we need to get there for the previous Sunday for the welcoming cocktail reception around the pool followed by the networking golf match on the Monday (must remember to take my golf shoes). etc etc etc.

I’ve been around the block a few times and decided that to ensure I was on top form for the welcoming cocktail party I’d better get out there a couple of days beforehand to give my body a chance to adjust to the time zone. That way I can also take in Cape Canaveral and one or two other things I like to do when in the USA (as I recall) such as visiting a mall to take advantage of the lower prices. I haven’t missed the travel or the jet lag but am looking forward to this trip.

A few days ago I got an email from BA reminding me which flight I was on, fair play. It’s a good job I read it because the email told me I needed to apply online for an ESTA number – Electronic System for Travel Authorization. Hmm. This was a new one on me. I asked Twitter and Facebook whether I really needed to apply for a number and the crowd told me to go for it.

Didn’t take long although it did cost $14 for the privilege. Ah well. Another hidden cost of travel. What did amuse was the fact that the questions are exactly the same as they used to have on the visa waiver form – check out the screenshot above. One presumes that this is an efficiency measure. Better to reject me at the time of my application rather than have me go all the way to Orlando only to be told upon arrival that US authorities didn’t approve of people coming to spy on them and that I should turn right round and return whence I came. Dang! Y’all!

Now at this point, for the avoidance of doubt, I should reaffirm that I have no intention of performing an act of espionage when visiting the USA. If anyone tells me a state secret during the cocktail party the authorities can rest assured that I never remember anything when I’ve had a drink, especially jokes and when I play golf I remain focussed on getting the little white ball into the slightly bigger hole which isn’t as easy as it looks on the telly and demands my full concentration. The snow geese are arriving early in Orlando this summer…

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The hazards of walking to and from work #runkeeper
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Wall on walk to work in Lincoln

part of old Lincoln Minster perimeter wall

Because I try and vary my route in to work each day I get to notice lots of different sights. I will have seen most of them before but it is only when you have the time to your own thoughts that you really take the sights on board.

This week I was merrily heading officeward when someone who had been hanging around the traffic lights in front of me looking a little shifty asked me for directions to the station. He was clearly not from ’round here and I set him straight. I was heading in that approximate direction myself.

Now I am a slow walker and this guy soon went on ahead but at the next junction stopped to adjust his hair in his reflection in a car window. He was obviously unsure of his way. I pointed in the same direction I had pointed a hundred yards back and off he went again. At that time I branched off and took a different route. He was almost certainly ok but it was a bit odd that he kept hanging back with me and played safe. Was he going to try and rob me? In my bag I had a container of pea and ham soup for my lunch. Would have been a nuisance had he pinched that:)

Lincoln is generally safe anyway. I assume he got to the station. Probably never see him again.

My branched off route took me past St Mary’s Prep School whereupon I paused to take these photos. Hidden Lincoln. This wall is perhaps 700 – 800 years old and has clearly had one or two modifications done to it in its time. It looks as if it forms part of the wall to the grounds of Lincoln Cathedral but I could be wrong.

In one sense the wall represents power. The power of the church. On the inside you were safe, part of the gang. The wall kept the riff raff out.  In some respects it performed the same job as my change of route. I wasn’t sure about that guy so I avoided him.

Now I’m safe in the office behind a door that requires a walk past the receptionist and a passkey to get through. The only riff raff are the other start ups in the same corridor. They probably think that of me:)

Today it took me about ten more minutes than is usual to get in to work. How so I hear you say. It was all down to the traffic. Pedestrian traffic. I bumped into five people I knew on the way down and stopped to chat to three of them. The only reason I didn’t chat to the other two was that I was already deep in conversation, sharing some witticism or anecdote, or in one case sympathising because she was on her way back from the dentist. You get it all when you walk to work.

Gotta go. Business to do, moves to make, trees to shake.

I leave you with a second pic cos I know you like that sort of thing.

old wall in Lincoln

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The hazards of walking to and from work #runkeeper
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Connected Like a Peasant

On a recent trip to France, I spent a day and a half in Chartres. I toured the cathedral there. I think there are strong similarities between the way we relate to technology today and the way people once related to technology in medieval Europe. This applies to emerging technologies, such as augmented reality and issues of net neutrality.

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While in Chartres I learned that the latin word cathdra means seat. Thus, in medieval times the religious centers were the seat of power, which is how those domed buildings that housed the centers of power came to be known as cathedrals. We retain the same sense of the word when we refer to a seat of government, or a county seat – other places where domed buildings house the centers of power. These seats are the places where decisions are made on the behalf of other — is that enough foreshadowing on the net neutrality issue?

I picked up this etymology lesson from an old codger…er, scholar named Malcolm Miller. Or, rather, Sir Malcolm, as the gentleman has been knighted. Twice. Sir Malcolm is a British tour guide — a living legend, really — who has been working at the Chartres cathedral for 57 years. I didn’t know he was a living legend before I arrived in Chartres, however after spending 90 minutes listening to him talk I can see why he is so revered.

The nature of Sir Malcolm’s tour is to tell stories and he did just that, telling us about the meaning of the pictures in the stained glass. He explained that we can approach the elaborate stained glass like we would approach a modern day library. (Remember that the guy is 80 years old. He still thinks libraries serve a vital function. We let it slide. Library…Internet…same thing.)

Sir Malcolm began the tour by asking, “Would you go into a library and say, ‘Let’s meet for an hour and read all the books?’ No, of course not,” he continued, “and so to read all the history just in this church would likewise take a lifetime.”

He was explaining that the church was both a seat of power and a center of learning. That is, in a time when most people did not read or write, in a time when paper did not exist, the sculptures and stained glass of the church were the historical record of society. And who interprets the historical record? Of course, those who hold the money to sponsor the building of that historical record.

Chartres Map

By the end of 2014, according to Cisco research, the number of connected devices will exceed the world’s population — more than seven billion. Imagine that, a world in which digital devices on The Network outnumber humans. And how about this tidbit…by end of this year, 864 million phones and 103 million cars will support augmented reality (AR).

We are becoming more connected to information through our devices. Well, duh.

But is this new? I mean, sure, the mechanics of the digital devices are new, but I mean is it new to have society so interconnected through a mainstream channel of information?

Consider this: Today I can slip Google Glass on my head, hold up a can of creamed corn to read its bar code, and…voila! Google Glass will tell me the story of that can of corn (well, some unnamed database will tell the story). Calories, ingredients, nutritional value, etc., all that metadata tells me a modern story regarding that little piece of the external world. It’s metadata on the real world; the same as a stained glass window was, once upon a time.

I know it is one serious leap, comparing a web site or an Internet-enabled app to a stained glass window in a cathedral, but isn’t it the same relationship? Do we not look at all this metadata and information as stories of the “real” world? Isn’t that what modern technology is trying to provide us now – a way to better understand the world? That, and a means of connecting and communicating with people? That’s the modern version of stained glass in a cathedral.

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On the tour, I also learned something about how that stained glass got into those cathedrals. Sir Malcolm pointed out a couple of important features, such as the marks in the stone below each 30-foot high piece of colored glass — marks similar to logos — that identified who paid for that particular piece. Furthermore, our trusty guide said that the story told in each glass was the story that the sponsor wanted to have told. For example, the cobblers of the region paid to put in a stained glass that told the story of the Good Samaritan as well as the story of Adam and Eve’s fall from the Garden of Eden. The cobblers, for some reason, were trying to make a link between those two stories. Sir Malcolm explained that the story in the glass was a commentary on the Bible stories, providing material with which the clergy could instruct society. The commentaries were a way of informing society of two important things: (1) What was in the Bible, and (2) How people should behave, based on what was in the Bible.

So we see that it was not solely the church that interpreted reality. The merchants who worked with and built the church also had a say in the stories being told. These sponsors included guilds of cobblers, water bearers (think municipal water system), bakers, wine makers (think of all that wine purchased for the sacrament), cheese makers (blessed are the cheese makers), etc.

The church of medieval Europe was big business. He who told the story in those seats of power, called cathedrals, controlled the social structure.

Augmented reality? Net neutrality? Some big issues are on the horizon, matters that will change the basic structure of human society. Perhaps we can learn something from the history of the medieval church. Maybe, just maybe, we can take the time to recall the importance of the Golden Rule. You remember the Golden Rule, right? Go look it up — at the library.

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Saturday Snapshot (24-May-2014)

Another Normandy weekend found La Famille Kessel welcoming a newbie to our oh-so-humble abode in Blangy-le-Château, which of course meant hitting the road. Though perhaps ‘hitting’ is too strong a term, as the rental car we have this time around is a Suzuki Celerio, a strange tiny beast of a vehicle that huffs-and-puffs at the slightest incline. Maybe ‘patting the road’ is more accurate. Also, it offers the strangest version of an automatic transmission I have yet encountered, with a three-stop gearshift that one pushes forward (into ‘R’) to go backwards and backward (into ‘D’) to go forwards. Neutral (‘N’), I am glad to say, is rationally located in the middle, which is just as it should be.

Manual Automatic

Also, if the driver prefers they can manually shift the gears by tapping the gearshift slightly to the left from A, and then tapping it up (into ‘M+’) to move to the next highest gear and down (into ‘M-‘) to downshift.

An automatic Standard? A non-standard Automatic? I have no idea what to call this new breed of auto (though a quick spin around the Internet just now seems to indicate it is “automated manual transmission”), but regardless of drive type moniker it is one awful ride. Setting that aside, the Celerio did perform its function, though with no élan whatsoever.

But enough about the car already.

On Saturday afternoon following lunch and a rainstorm (or two rainstorms…three?…this time of year the weather shifts so fast in Normandy it is a fool’s errand to try to delineate such) our band of four piled into the Celerio and headed for Honfleur, the remarkably picturesque port town that bumps up along where the Seine meets La Manche (that’s “English Channel” to all of you good mother-tongue English speakers out there). A regular visit we make with first-time visitors, I have to say that My Missus and The Boy and I really do enjoy making the 25-minute drive from Blangy to Honfleur a few times each year. Honfleur is beautiful, quaint and extremely charming and as expected this serves to make the place a little too touristy. Still, it is the perfect size for an afternoon walkabout and offers plenty of high-end shopping for the well-heeled, including a good amount of art galleries whose wares (and probably owners) are in some form of constant shift as well as some be-careful-what-you-touch antique shops. There are a number of interesting churches to walk through, a museum dedicated to the life and artwork of Honfleur favorite son Eugène Boudin (who had much to do with Monet becoming…well, Monet), and all manner of historical this-n-that surrounding the oh-so-postcardy harbor. Finally, Honfleur offers some truly marvelous grub to be had…great seafood restaurants, a few very nice creperies, and — of course — Alexandre Bourdas’s matchless Sa.Qa.Na).

I parked the Celerio — pushing the gearshift forward to back into my spot in front of Saint-Leonard — and shoehorned my group out of the car and onto the sidewalk. Recompressed, we began easing into Honfleur, and as always the town didn’t disappoint. Boats in the harbor, crushes of people packed into the cafés and restaurants lining the northern end of the port (all tourist traps that should be avoided at all costs, but which aren’t), and a truly awful rock group playing badly under a tent at the port’s southeastern corner next to the ubiquitous carrousel. All good.
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We wandered over the drawbridge at the mouth of the harbor and walked up into the north end of town. Honfleur is one of those places where you just can’t help but repeatedly snap your shutter, even if you have a comprehensive souvenir album and have also already taken every picture there is to take (and many times over, at that).

“The way the clouds layer the blue sky over such-n-such church…wow.” “What a remarkable boat! And the flags!” “Isn’t that cute?”

At one point My Missus headed into the Musée Eugène Boudin with my visiting friend, and The Boy and I shot over to La Belle-Iloise to grab up some quality canned mackerel products. Soon we would all reconnect at the Celerio, and…well, just in case we got stuck inside the darn thing I wanted to be prepared!

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Gone Down to London to be the King

A visiting friend and I were slated for two days in London beginning Tuesday morning, however the night before My Missus came down with a painful malady I won’t describe here, so instead I put my friend on the Eurostar at the literal crack of dawn and returned home. Quite disappointed — I had been looking forward to hanging in London with my friend for over a month, and to catching up with other friends while in town, too (apologies once again, Tref, for not being able to connect for that beer) — I started pondering whether there was some way I could chase my friend up once my honey bunny recovered. Eurostar one-way ticket? Lessee. No. The price of that seat would be nearly double what I had paid for the original return ticket! Short hopper flight? The cost made that option a non-starter as well. Hitchhike? Really…come on. Then I remembered that back in my own personal Paleozoic Era (read: 2000) I had once taken a bus from Paris to London.

Not remembering the name of the bus company that offered service to London from Paris, I went all Bing on the problem and was soon staring nostalgically at the Eurolines website. Riiiiight. That was it. At the station at the end of the M3 train, whatevertheheck, at Galieni. I first came across an ad banner on the site that offered one-way Paris-London service for €18, shook my head in disbelief, and then very quickly came to disbelieve it when I saw the fine print (45 day advance purchase…my own, if it happened, would likely be closer to 45 minutes advance). C’est la vie. Regardless, the price was bound to still be quite good in comparison to the other options, so I punched my Departing From and Going To into the handy-dandy widget on the page and clicked Search.

€43. I was in business.

Eurolines typically runs seven buses from Paris to London, four of which I consider to be reasonable at my creaky 49 years of age (no overnight buses for me, outside of dire circumstance), and seeing as My Missus was seemingly coming around from her epically bad night-before and recovery morning I began focusing on the 15h00 bus (arrival at London Victoria at 21h30). At some point in the mix I thought I saw the word “wifi” in association with the Eurolines bus trips, and while that wasn’t a decision-maker I did find myself lightening to the prospect of a 6+ hour bus ride knowing I would be able to extend myself beyond the confines of the coach.
My Bus

As morning morphed into afternoon My Missus remained asleep, sloughing off the awfulness and catching up on lost winks. Just as I began shifting my bus plans to Wednesday morning, though, she popped up not-quite bright as a penny but somewhat shiny nonetheless. Before long my girl was breakfasted (at 13h30) and talking about going into work for the afternoon. I made a few noises about hopping on the bus to catch up with my friend, quickly received a sincere and truthful “Oh, you should definitely do that!”, and began once again to look forward to two days of London-style this-that-whatever.

13h54.

To AppleKory I went, fingers a-flyin’. I bought a ticket online for the 15h00 bus, printed the ticket out, threw a few essentials into my computer bag (like I had time to put a proper bag together…yeah, right), confirmed that my camera would be along for the ride (you want to know my camera’s name, inquisitive reader, I just know you do…information not forthcoming today), threw on a jacket I probably wouldn’t need and bolted.

14h05

Marcadet Poissonniers station, the M4. Change to the M3 at Réaumur–Sébastopol, direction Galieni. Short delays at many stations along the way, the tick-tocking clock in my head growing louder as said clock’s hands move ever-closer to 15h00. Pulling my ticket out of pocket to ensure Galieni is my target and discovering the small print that says — translated from the French — “Arrive at the station no later than 30 minutes before departure.” (it is 14h41 at this point, 19 minutes before departure and still two stops from the station). Uttering profanities, mental image of pounding the Metro train doors to hurry things along. Galieni. Dashing for the Eurolines station.

14h52. I am stepping on the proverbial skin-of-my-teeth, which has dribbled out of my mouth and under my shoes.

Check-in accomplished, I board the bus and find my seat. Sweat glands working? Check. Respiration at full capacity? Check. Skin temperature at maximum tolerance? Check. And then I start to relax. The on-board wifi can wait. I just want to feel the road moving under the bus wheels and exhale until Morpheus drags me off for a short doze. And soon enough that is exactly what happened.

Roughly an hour later I am awake. I am also hungry, having not eaten a thing since breakfast and not being able to grab any kind of a nibble at the bus station in my haste to make sure I was on the right side of the vehicle’s doors at departure. “Swallow it, Kory.”, I say to myself and I do. All I need is a little distraction, and if the Internet isn’t good for that it isn’t good for anything. I pull AppleKory out of her warm cozy place, fire her new self up (she is a whole other creature since I replaced her 1TB hard drive with a 2TB over the weekend), and start looking for trouble…er, the Eurolines wifi.

No dice. No joy. No wifi. On my bus “wifi” may as well have stood for “wishful fantasizing”, as there was no such service (the Eurolines website does say “free wifi**” with the ** indicating “**Available on most of our lines”…wishful, indeed). Thus I found myself relegated to whatever entertainment media I could find on the aforementioned 2TB hard drive. Another “C’est la vie.”

Eurotunnel

Compared to the Eurostar at just a little over two hours, even with wifi the six-and-a-half-hour Eurolines trip to London promised to be quite the slog. In truth, though, even without the wifi I would have to dig hard to slag it with anything approaching conviction. Comfortable seats, the consistent steady motion, travel companions without evident psychoses or hygiene challenges, a clean and usable waste management facility; for the price the Eurolines bus service has to be tossed onto the far too small “High Value” heap.

Following a very curious journey through the Eurotunnel — the driver drove the bus INTO a huge enclosed train (parking it right up behind another bus, with a truck then driven in and parked right behind us), which itself soon began to move — we were in the UK, barreling our way to London. Before long, Lewisham…passing by the Kia Oval (lights on, cricket match in progress!)…arriving at Victoria Coach Station.

I alighted with iPhoneKory in hand (still my not-so-smartphone, for now), knowing there had to be a Nando’s somewhere nearby.

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Art Techo

Marcadet-Poissonniers (both the M4 and the M12 make stops at the station, and I am on the former) is my hopping on point today, as it is the vast majority of times I make use of the Paris Metro, seeing as how the entrance is less than 50 meters from the Chez Kessel doorstep. Yet another stunning blue-sky spring day this mid-May Monday (ay-ay-ay), Paris really has been peacocking over the past week, splaying every one of her luminous feathers to maximum extension and effect. Not why we are here, though, to expound on the picturesque, so I’ll put the wanna-be poet back in his box and instead get wet with tech.

As people moving technology goes, RATP (Régie Autonome des Transports Parisiens) is at something of a crossroads. Still so much an analogue experience, the digital has been oozing in around the edges of Paris mass transit for some time, and recently it seems to have somewhat stepped up its game. For instance, whereas for literally decades the best a bus commuter could hope for regarding information on when the next bus might arrive at a particular stop was a posted published schedule, today Paris’s bus stops all offer updated electronic signs that indicate not only when the next bus will be stopping by but the next one after as well. And though this has been the norm in parts of the Metro for some time, the proliferation of such signage down there has markedly increased in recent years to now include every station (Kory Coming Clean: I did not travel to all of Paris’s 303 Metro stations to confirm ‘all’, but I do not recall the last time I stood waiting on a train platform lacking for the needed info). Still better than that, though, are the very new signs seen at Metro exits that indicate not only the bus lines that stop on the surface nearby, but also the number of minutes until the next bus on each of those lines will be arriving!

Train-BusNext Train

It’s all about synergy, baby! Well, that, and computers, databases, sensors, reporting software, and other such technological schrecktose that dates post-1975. That said, in spite of the obvious expenditures RATP HAS made in bringing their equipment up-to-near-date, It is hard not to shake one’s head in astonishment at their inability to configure the Paris transit system to issue individual tickets that can be used for hybrid journeys involving both train and bus. I think these days that ability is even available with the London Underground!*

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A day at Newmarket Races

newmarket racecourse

First time at Newmarket Races yesterday. We had tickets courtesy of Adnams Brewery and met at 9.30 am at the West End Tap for a glass of champagne before setting off. It was a glorious sunny day and prospects were good.

I had bought a copy of the Racing Post in order to study the form in the (air-conditioned) charabanc that had been hired to carry us to the meet. Two pounds forty it was! The hidden cost of  day out at the races!

In the end I didn’t bother with form. It’s all too complicated, especially once you’ve had your first glass of champagne. For some races I picked the favourite, or one of the fancied horses, and for others I went for an outsider each way.

Needless to say only one came in. Reality is you only need one decent winner to offset all your other losses and the family will be pleased to know that in all I was only down £18 on the day. Not bad value for a whole day out at the races.

This doesn’t count the cost of the Racing Post plus a few other incidentals such as the Veuve Cliquot but it matter not – these things have to be done properly, innit.

Yesterday’s meet was flat racing. My first time at the flat, not that I’m a regular racegoer – Racing Post would have to drop its prices for that to happen. It did feel a bit strange that each race was just a out and out straight sprint. The horses would start as vague dots in the distance and gradually grow until you could see them properly and begin to get excited.

The only way to really get excited at the races btw is to have a bet. Otherwise it’s just one horse running trotting along against seemingly other identical horses and not in any way that is particularly interesting. Could just as well be donkeys or camels.

Most of the time the excitement is short lived. Even when you win the effect dies off pretty soon after collecting your winnings. It should be possible to measure the rate of decay of excitement:

dEr/dt= -λr Er

where λr is the Racing Excitement exponential decay constant and Er is Racing Excitement.

Note racing excitement is different to other forms of excitements which can have different shaped decay curves and sometimes even exhibit growth.

Also λr should not be confused with Racing Certainty (RC) which whilst often sought is totally mythological.

During the conceptualisation of this post the idea of researching the existence of  λr did spring to mind. Might even be able to get a grant to do it! However the notion of spending lots of time measuring the process of decaying “happiness” or the appearance of happiness somehow didn’t seem conducive to one’s own happiness especially when considering how much champagne would have to be drunk. λr will probably remain theoretical and unproven.

In the meantime there is a shed roof to felt and it’s looking like another beautiful spring day in the shire. A finished off shed = happiness with a very slow rate of decay λshed  ∞  🙂

My thanks to Nige and Lewis @Lewi_D84 from the West End Tap @WestTap in Lincoln for the invite  and their hospitality – try their beers.

newmarket parade ringThis ‘orse didn’t win although I’m sure it tried its best.
horse in newmarket parade ringSign outside the West End Tap. It’s all in the small print:)

free beer signOther good horse related reads:

Sgt Reckless in 3.15 at Cheltenham
Psst – wanna buy a racehorse?

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Underneath the arches… Lincoln Cathedral

Panoramic photograph of the inside of one of the archways of the building that separates the Cathedral / Minster Yard from Castle Hill in Lincoln.

The first image was begun a the bottom looking through the arch and the “aperture size”1 has therefore come out too small to record the vaulted ceiling.

The second was begun at the ceiling so the archway itself has come out too bright.

The combined effect is that you have all the data you need to process an image in your own mind as to what the arch looks like:) Hey presto (etc).

PS sorry about the scaffolding. We are having some work done.
archway between Lincoln Cathedral and Castle Hillarchway between Lincoln Cathedral and Castle Hill

1 If that’ how you put it – I’m no expert on photography. I just know what I like 🙂

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Is there a travel agent left in town? Internet upsides and downsides

sunny Bank Holiday in the UK - calm before the stormTravel agents seem to have disappeared off the face of the earth. I’m not surprised. Everything like that is done online these days.

I’ve been researching the destination for a family holiday. For various reasons we can’t push the button until much nearer the end of school summer term. Doesn’t stop me looking to see what is out there though.

You can source hundreds thousands of holidays online. You can see the reviews, check out what’s on offer, look at average temperatures for that time of year, even see how much a pint of lager costs (we are talking overseas here).

My problem is that with of us in the family with a range of ages between 14 and 52 trying to identify a single location that will satisfy everyone is proving very difficult. Few of us like sitting on the beach but we all like nice weather though not too hot. We want to be able to mix doing stuff with lazing around, sightseeing with snorkelling, pool bars at the hotel with dinners out at great local restaurants (no doubt with a low key violinist or simlar playing away in the corner).

We don’t want something pitched at a lowest common denominator but we do want a combination of independence and hotel pampered luxury, without paying through the nose for it:). Somewhere everyone speaks English is a nono but the availability of discretely translating waiters when my own limited language skills prove inadequate is desirable. Pictures of food on the menu don’t cut it j’ai peur I’m afraid (pretentious moi?).

What I really need is to be able to go into a travel agent, tell her what I’ve just told you, and wait for a description of the perfect spot based on a fact finding trip made last summer where all of the above was showcased.

I don’t think I’m going to get it. I walked through Lincoln to where I knew there were a couple of travel agent shops but they are there no longer. The downside of the internet. One of them is now a Joules shop. What use is that? Probably end up camping in South Wales again! Where did I put the hammock!?

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Two Hours and 55 Minutes

I have 39 versions of the song “April in Paris” in my digital music library. The earliest recording is an Artie Shaw track from 1940 and the most recent is by Wynton Marsalis from his 1987 “Standards, Volume One” release, with many seminal versions threading in-between, delivered by a staggering array of artists that range from Frank Sinatra to Ella Fitzgerald to Nirvana (OK, that isn’t true…just checking wakefulness out there)…er, Blossom Dearie. Of course, considering “April in Paris”‘s status as a 20th Century classic and the size of my jazz collection, I shouldn’t be surprised that I have 39 versions of the song, and yet seeing them all before me on my monitor (the result of an iTunes search) is really just a couple of steps shy of astonishing.

April in Paris x 39

If 14+ years ago someone had asked me when I first moved to Paris in 1999 (August — not April) “How many versions of “April in Paris” do you have in your music collection?”, I could not have answered the question with any kind of accuracy or authority. Not without taking hours to thumb through my 2000+ CDs with a notepad and pen at hand, anyway.

I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never new my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace
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No Technology For Old Men

Lying in bed in a motel room alongside the Mexican border, I was awakened just after midnight by a deadbolt clunk from the room next door. A loud clunk, jarring even though the person behind it was probably trying to be quiet. Fifteen minutes later, that clunk again.

I peer out the window and catch a glimpse of a sturdy looking fellow, wearing a kerchief around his neck.

Truck headlights beam in through the window, and are just as soon gone.

Who makes quick visits at this hour? “Drug deal,” comes straight to my mind (which can be prone to fantasy).

I lay back down and stare at the speckled popcorn ceiling. The carpet in the room is clean and new, though both the pattern and the color are straight out of the 70s, and there’s your typical motel art on the walls. Sleeping here is a form of time travel.

Driving through this desert country, staying in this motel…it all reminds me of the movie “No Country For Old Men”, based on the book by Cormac McCarthy. And McCarthy got his descriptions of west Texas just right — romantic and rough (which I can attest to not only because I was raised in the border town of El Paso, but because McCarthy lived a block down from one of my childhood friends). My mind may very well be prone to fantasy, but a childhood friend was shot in a drug deal. Reality and movie fantasy are usually quite different things, but on the border reality can sometimes play like a movie.

The roadI’m on a road trip with my soon-to-be ex-wife, driving a cheap mini van we picked up in Austin for the purpose of transporting three of our dogs to her new home in Mexico. Road trips are one of the things that my wife and I do well together, and we have taken more than a few, but now we’re at the end of a long divorce and a road trip seems a weird thing to do as one of our last married rituals. It’s strange, creating something new while at the same time letting go.

It’s Maya, the Hindu concept of the illusion of reality. Or delusion. We think we are in control, involved and participating, however it is all impermanent…only illusion. I know that’s not the exact definition (though I am not sure there IS an exact definition), however lately that has been my experience of the illusion. I am engaged in the external world, but at the same time I am a distant observer. I am creating the reality, and at the same time I am part of the creation — subject and object at the same time.

Actually, I find my current perception similar to when we come together in software development teams. We create something together, putting a little of ourselves into code and scripts while simultaneously letting go of that creation.

Look…basically I am just a dumb DIY kind of technologist, one without much formal education with which to back up my opinions, and one who sometimes thinks he doesn’t really know what is happening in technology at all. And yet, over and over again, I end up in rooms with Ph.D geniuses, deep into philosophical discussions on the nature of reality that are at the same time all about technology.

While working at IBM in 1997 I learned object-oriented programming by watching an IBM Fellows whiteboard lecture on VHS tape. Then, over the next year while working on frameworks for CORBA, my officemate and I often discussed the nature of reality — all in terms of object-oriented lingo. This colleague’s name was Simon Peter Hemingway (a name I always loved). We would often take long walks and talk about the nature of defining objects, with Simon trying to convince me that reality was an illusion. He held a Ph.D. so he must have known what he was talking about, right?

Last night I popped onto the motel wifi. No password needed. Welcome to the Wild West.

Once online I used my phone to make a Facebook post on a television show…is this what the technology has come down to? I won’t use Twitter because I just don’t see the point, but I use FB to communicate with friends. I’m paranoid about security of the server at work, but I trust my phone’s network access to the unprotected motel wifi. I see news reports that say FB is for old fogies. Maybe I’m too old now for the technology game…maybe I’m blind now to what technology is all about. Or maybe technology is just emerging so quickly into every moment that it all cannot be grasped by our meager minds (prone to fantasy or not).

Before actually starting in my intention was to write about leaving my job with a semiconductor company. Before yesterday — my last day with the company — I created software with a team of people designed to help other engineers design chips. In leaving, I thought I would be able to capture some insights on the Zen concept of letting go. You know, the whole you must empty-you-cup before you can fill-your-cup thing? I have this idea that if we bring mindfulness to our creation of technology that we will somehow create beautiful innovation. Anyway, that’s what I wanted to write about today, the stuff I mean to explore during what I see as a short break from working again on some full-time project somewhere. But then my hotel neighbor clunked his deadbolt, and…

A thread of thought launched…not, not a thread, a stream…like I was dreaming all of this, and I had to get down the raw truth of it before I forgot the elements of the dream.

I suppose I am still processing what it means to leave a project, a team, and a software system. My subconscious is sorting out what it means to leave something into which I’ve poured my heart.

The last scene in “No Country For Old Men”: The Sheriff has a dream in which he sees his father walking ahead, holding an ancient fire. He feels compelled to follow, even though his business on earth is left undone.

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