Distraction time

I find that I am easily distracted.  Now maybe that is inherent in who I am, maybe it has come about because of my profession.  I started computers back when green screens were all the rage and remember encountering punched cards, algorithms, computer science and mainframes at about the same time.  Later I dealt with large-scale systems and then the micro revolution.

At the same time there is a lot of brain – speed thing in computing.  Computers do *not* work as fast as your brain and as a programmer you get used to single tasking for a while then ‘timing out’ as the computer does something.  During that time out frequently you will context switch to something else and believe me that all takes time!  Saving the stack, handling interrupts, managing the polling –> and that’s just for the hardware side, not the wetware side.  I find that PCs and distributed computing haven’t done anything to help at all – for instance I am using a wireless keyboard right now and the letter are appears with a perceptible delay as a I type.  It is really irritating and makes me distracted!

I’m also typing this while waiting for a virtual image to boot, so I can continue editing a vital work document – there, I just context switched and entered my password (which wasn’t in focus on my multi-OS desktop) – back again.  All of this training means that I find it real hard to focus on one job and take it though to completion.  Is this me, or is it my job which has degraded my ability to focus?

Exercise

Just read about a trek desk – or treadmill desk where you work standing up and walking on a treadmill.  Sounds great if you can get one.  I think I might try and build one since my current desk takes up too much room in the home office and I need a refresh of the carpets and wall paint.  Still, one can dream on.

Muscled thugs and £336 nail clippers

I walked past a muscled thug today in my home town.  He was smoking, chatting with mates, very young, and speaking on his phone.  As I passed he said “right-o son, see you some time then” on the phone and went back to talking to the others.  Now, this guy may be really nice and Actually a Good Bloke but it is all to easy to judge on outward appearances – and the whole shopping street seemed filled with aimless people whom I imagine find it hard to get work, subsist on government support, and generally live lives of quiet desperation.

I also saw some nail clippers on sale for £336.

That was in one of the more expensive streets in London filled with elegant people and lots of expensive cars.  More than anything else this sums up Britain for me; opulent splendor and extreme privilege alongside abject miserable lives.  Sure, everyone has basic health services and education yet ‘the system’ doesn’t seem to inspire a whole lot of initiative.  If anyone aspires to much it mostly seems to be winning the lottery or Making It Big on some celebrity show.  What about celebrating hard work, genuine thrift, kindness and just plain ordinariness?  There will always be super-rich but most people’s paths to happiness  likely won’t involve becoming them.

Monitoring everything

I’d love to be able to monitor everything: spending, power consumption, words read and so on – and then graph, understand and analyse it all.  I did this for a while in my job as I graphed every business trip made for a period of six years and included cost, places visited, value to my company and so on.  It was interesting (and impressed one boss) but never led me anywhere special.  Most likely I’m on the Asperger’s spectrum somewhere and love lots of data and analytics however sometime it’s all for a good purpose.

The most recent one is my Current Cost energy monitor.  While it has been helpful in some ways I need a greater level of detail and have found a way to use Pachube’s data feed to further analyse the costs to my home of electricity.  Some surprising things included the nature of the refrigerator – it keeps turning on and off 24 hours a day – and how much certain things were consuming around the house.  But, like my senior colleague at work who innovates in this area for a living, I want to break into that large bulk of ‘unknown’ costs.  I’m currently using 9 Individual Appliance Monitors around the house and even that only give part of the picture as things like the oven take direct feeds from the consumer distribution panel, so I can’t monitor their usage directly but only infer what it may be. You can see my usage on the graph at the right.

19 years

We had a pretty rough anniversary yesterday; although there were cards, presents and dinner there was also tears and broken hearts.  I guess sometimes my own emotional turmoil bleeds over into that of my family’s and I forget they truly matter.  Yeah, that’s an apology of sorts – as hard as us men find those to give.

Overnight I couldn’t sleep and spent time browsing my Kindle, ending up in the Amazon Kindle store looking at magazines and one had the tag line ‘10 (Not-So-Shocking) Truths About Husbands‘ – it happened to be in Brides magazine and espoused a typical column-filler which if it had been written by a man about women would sound awfully misogynistic.  But what caught my eye was one comment further down which I’ve reproduced in full here.

I’d like to offer some comments on my husband that prove the tired stereotypes are often far from true. My husband does most of the cooking. And he’s good at it too. He cleans the bathrooms and washes the dishes. He does laundry. He takes out the trash every week. Without fail. I never have to say word or even worry about it. He’s got all sorts of renovation projects going on around the house. Some get done quick; others don’t. Don’t complain about it, women. The fact that he wants to fix up the house you share means he thinks of it as your home. No man invests in a short-term rental. He often makes me coffee in the mornings. When we sleep, he often holds my hand. And if I wake up and try to pull my hand away while he’s still sleeping he grips it tighter and won’t let me go. All this on top of the fact my husband is Australian…he left behind his family, job, home, and vintage car to come to America and make a home with me. And there isn’t a day that it doesn’t cross my mind, all he gave up. If your fiance or hubby has done any of these things for you, has sacrificed for you in any way–say a heartfelt thank you. Don’t wait. They’re one of the good ones. 🙂
Posted 8/25/2011 2:05:45pm by Perskaya01
… and that’s what rested my mind and put me to gentle sleep.  Sweet dreams.

Pill regimes

Reading today an article from the BBC about the use of low-dose aspirin in those with either cancer predisposition or risk of heart attacks, and thinking how it might relate to me.  Both my father and mother had cancers – my mother dying of breast cancer – and one GP mentioned to me that that same type of aggressive breast cancer causes bowel cancers as well.  So I guess I am in line for it!  Hard to tell really and this is where some guess-work comes in.

My family doesn’t seem to be particularly affected by heart attacks nor coronary diseases such as angina; my wife’s family does but we’re not related, at least I hope not!  The weight of evidence would come down on the preventive effects against cancers of all sorts.  Crohn’s disease has been a family problem as are a variety of allergies such as milk and gluten – although these types may be affected by the patient’s perception my daughter’s strong anaphylactic shock from peanut allergy is no joke.  My guess is that aspirin would help so I’m beginning a course of low dosage (75mg) from now until … 75!  That plus more exercise, loving the wife, being more diligent, losing weight – the list is endless.  Oh, and letting my GP know of course.

Death

All of us are consigned to death. Just yesterday there was an old man on the news enthusiastic about the internet and speaking of the changes he’d seen in a long lifetime. as I get older I appreciate the core difference between the young and old: when you are young every one who dies is older than you. When you’re older then the reality settles in that actually your own days are numbered.

So that’s okay – we all die.

But between now and then what should we do? How should we spent these days, hours, and minutes while we still have them?  Travelling home from London today by train I was amazed by the brief glimpses of life out my window.  Wonderful green fields and houses sped by and I gloried in the feast of senses flashed at me.  How can we be anything but moved by such amazing things?  Then I looked back at the weary commuters on the train with me and remembered that life is lived in the here and now and that wonder is mixed with sadness, grief with joy, and happiness with normality.  Back to that Linzer biscuit … nom nom nom.

Musings on education systems

My son and I have been travelling around this part of England looking at colleges.

Now: some worlds of explanation.  Neither my wife nor I were born or raised in the UK, so we experienced schooling which was 30 years old and 3,000 miles different – or thereabouts.  Education in the UK appears to be – as most things British – a strange mixture of haphazard happen-stance, clever design, and politics.  From a distance the Scots system (no, they’re not English…) appears slightly more rational – by which I mean straightforward – but no doubt there are mums and dads north of the border gnashing their teeth at the local elementary (or kindergarten, reception, nursery, primary) school and gazing with longing at the system in use down here.

There are four main levels of schooling in the local system: primary, secondary, college, and university.  Actually I lie.

There are seven types of school if you count all the stages such as nursery, infants, junior, secondary, six form (with lower sixth and upper sixth making the first and second years) or college, and then university.  No wonder students emerge from all this schooling with a wonderfully complex view of the world.  Parents, of course, never emerge.  Most are last seen selling kidneys to pay for the endless fees once free schooling ends.  I shouldn’t complain: most schooling world-wide isn’t free and having a government pay for excellent teaching until my child is 18 is, well, ridiculous.

 

How to say hello

For a long time I’ve struggled to understand how to make conversations work on the telephone with my British colleagues.  At first I was a little taken aback by their seeming abruptness and speed with which they ‘got down to business’ (now there’s an idiom which doesn’t translate well!).  So I tried to ape this and simply stated my name, then asked them the questions.  Most took it well however some seemed taken aback (another idiom).  Finally I’ve noticed that they ask each other very briefly ‘how are you’ (another idiom) then almost in the same breath state the reason for the call.  I’ve now started following suit – when I remember – and conversations are flowing better now.  Then, of course, I spoke to my south African relatives and the whole rigmarole started again…