Friday, 9 November 2007

A stack of interesting statistics

Bugger this blogger stuff - I can't figure out how to put a table into it without rooting around with the HTML, and I do not want to get into that. There lies a night of dicking around with little chance of a good result.

I have lifted this table of stats from the latest crime report for the Sydney CBD (see next blog thingy). You had better keep on reading. It took me half an hour to type these numbers into Excel and fiddle with them.

Right, here is what I found.

Contrary to what the tabloids want to tell us, little old ladies get beaten up and robbed extremely rarely. That could be due to them never reporting it, or they are locking themselves in their homes and never going out.

More likely is the fact that little old ladies are unlikely to be found in a pub in Kings Cross or Taylor Square between midnight on Saturday and 6am on Sunday, which is when most assaults and robberies occur. Women in the 20-29 age group are 10 times more likely to be robbed than an old duck. A 20-29 year old woman is 15 times more likely to be beaten up that a grannie.

But as far as bashings go, men in the 20-29 age group are 3 times more likely to be beaten up than a woman in the same group. Go have a look at the crime maps - fascinating things. I love messing around with spatial info like that.
age Dom Bash non-dom Rob total
Male <> 0.34% 1.75% 1.04% 0.61% 3.74%
19 0.14% 3.48% 1.45% 0.88% 5.95%
20 - 29 1.50% 23.71% 9.76% 9.09% 44.06%
30 - 39 1.54% 14.28% 3.97% 3.77% 23.55%
40 - 49 0.79% 8.05% 1.95% 2.20% 13.00%
50 - 59 0.44% 3.60% 0.84% 1.25% 6.13%
60 + 0.08% 1.71% 0.64% 1.14% 3.57%
Total 4.82% 56.58% 19.65% 18.95% 100.00%






Female <> 0.48% 1.07% 0.26% 1.24% 3.06%
18 - 19 0.43% 1.50% 0.91% 4.06% 6.89%
20 - 29 3.98% 7.95% 3.87% 30.14% 45.93%
30 - 39 3.33% 4.33% 1.82% 11.04% 20.52%
40 - 49 1.74% 2.39% 1.11% 6.70% 11.95%
50 - 59 0.59% 1.04% 0.59% 5.17% 7.39%
60 + 0.26% 0.59% 0.26% 3.15% 4.26%
total 10.82% 18.87% 8.82% 61.49% 100.00%

Where is the URL, you bone headed nut-freaks

Fuck, the SMH drives me completely crazy. I think the only reason I read it is to raise my blood pressure. That, and the fact that Metro (the free give-away thing that they hand out on train stations) is not long enough to sustain me through breakfast.

The dingbats are at it again. They ran a very interesting story today on how the Bureau of Crime Stats and Research had released a set of crime maps. Good. The maps are available as a PDF from the BOCARS website, which is even better.

You can read the report here.

If it was that easy for me to put the URL into this blog, WHY CAN'T THE FUCKING SMH DO IT?

Like I said, boneheads. Don't they get this whole "new media" thing? If you have a website, with online stories, you are allowed to put in links to other websites.

These twits should just abandon the whole on-line effort and go back to operating in the fish-wrap medium only.

Thursday, 8 November 2007

How does this headline read to you?

This was in the SMH today:

Homeless: 'one in four military vets'

The way I first read that, I thought it meant that one in four veterans was homeless. What they actually meant that out of the homeless, one in four is a vet.

Just goes to show how misleading a badly written can be.

Stinking McDonalds ad

I have just seen the worst ad on TV. What it is promoting is disgusting. It should be banned immediately, and McDonalds hauled over the coals for putting terrible ideas into the heads of teenagers. They really stooped to a new low this time.

Here is the ad - a young bloke is doing his driving test. He passes, and his Mum gives him the car keys, and he takes his mates to McDonalds. They go through the drive-thru and then sit in the car and eat their food.

Let me repeat that again -they sit in the car and eat their food.

I abhor that. Eat as many Big Macs as you like, but don't eat them in the car. Especially don't eat them in Mum's car and stink the thing out with burger grease steam and potentially spill thick shake on the seats and get chip fat on the steering wheel and the gear stick and all that.

Get out of the fucking car, sit in the restaurant and eat your food like normal people.

And after that, find the stupid executive that agreed to this ad and give them a useful job more applicable to their talents, like peeling spuds.

Yay for higher interest rates

Mr Rudd should be happy with the latest rise in interest rates.

I do not refer to any potential damage that this could do to the Coalition. I think it's bollocks. I have a reasonable amount of cash in a high interest account - enough for our family to live on for six months if need be - and I am looking forward to the bank paying me more interest in the near future.

The Rudd family should be in the same boat. If his missus sold the business and invested the money in a high yielding account, or term deposits, then they should be laughing all the way to the bank.

Let's say you have $10 million in the bank (because you think the stock market will crash if Labor win).

Yesterday, you were getting 6% on your money. That's $600,000 a year.

Now you are getting 6.25%. That $625,000 a year.

Annual average earnings are $45,053. That's not bad - $25,000 is 55% of average annual earnings. I wouldn't mind it if that happened to me.

But I wouldn't have the gall to go on TV and complain about higher interest rates.

The other nice thing about higher interest rates is that they help to boost the value of the Australian dollar. That provides much more scope for having a holiday in the US, and allows you to buy lots more Scores dollars.

Bring on the spinners

Andrew Bolt pointed out today that the Mexican Plod have 101 spin doctors.

I read last week that RailCorp had 35 PR positions. The only reason that got in the paper was because it appeared that most of the incumbents in those positions had recently left or been sacked.

I was amazed to find that RailCorp had 35 spin doctors. Back in the early 1990's, I knew a bloke that did media relations stuff for CityRail. There was him and one other bloke doing it all. Fast forward to 2007 and there are 35.

No wonder the silly buggers are frantically running around the CBD trying to lease new office space. Head office is expanding faster than Al Gore's head.

My point though is that RailCorp has been getting crappy press for the last few years. Clearly they need to triple the number of spin doctors. 35 is just not enough to hold back the bad news.

Seriously stinky stuff

If you are ever down in Mexico (that's what those of us in NSW call the state of Victoria, south of the border), try and turn off the Hume Highway and visit the Milawa Cheese Company, which oddly enough, is located just outside of the town of Milawa. Or is it just outside the village of cheese?

I have not been there for two years, owing mainly to a lack of skiing at Mt Hotham last year, and the desire to get home from the ski fields in a hurry this year.

Milawa does some wonderfully strong and stinky cheeses. You can buy them at all sorts of fancy-pants outlets up here, but I prefer to go to the source and taste the stuff on site and buy from the factory. It's just a nicer ambience, being out in the country and seeing the cows where the cheese originated from. You see, you might think that cheese is made from milk, but in Milawa they have bred cows that give cheese rather than milk. It's some kind of genetic warfare program gone wrong. I think the strong smell of the cheese is a product of anthrax, but I wouldn't let that bother you.

As you can tell, I am trying to put you off ever buying their cheese as I have a big soft spot for the washed rind cheese, which is nastily pungent, and they only have it available half the time when I drop in to buy some. It's a bit of a pain to drive 700km and then find that the cheese you want is out of stock.

I made the mistake once of buying some and then leaving it in the car overnight. I had to drive all the way to Melbourne with all the windows down. Stopping the car, and thus stopping the flow of fresh air into the car, would have been fatal. Either take a small eski with you, or buy one on site. And for goodness sake, seal the eski with gaffer tape until you want to remove the cheese. So long as you take all the normal bio-hazard precautions, you should be safe.

I can't eat the stuff at night - it gives me nasty cheese dreams. How nasty? Acid is a soft, harmless drug for children in comparison to the effect of these cheese dreams. I should ask them if they are rolling their goats curd in magic mushrooms next time I am there.

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

Reading paper things

I am trying like mad to finish off a few books at the moment, and not having much luck. I just can't get into them with sufficient vigour to kill them. I am a voracious devourer of books - good books. Give me a good book, and I won't pay attention to anything until it's done and dusted. But the current crop just aren't gripping me. Hence the higher than usual volume of scribblings on this blog.

I am trying to read one on scurvy (funnily enough, it is called Scurvy), but I doubt I am past chapter 2.

Keeping to the nautical theme, I am 70% of the way through another book called Compass, which funnily enough, is on the development of the compass.

Apart from those two, I am occasionally dipping into the diaries of Bob Carr. For those of you who live outside Aus, he was the Premier of our state until just recently. Not the Prime Minister of the country - just Premier of NSW. Yes, we have a completely useless level of government called 'state government', sandwiched in between the federal type and the local ones.

Bob writes a good diary, but it is nothing like the diaries of Alan Clark - they were an absolute hoot. Then again, Bob is a non-drinking vegetarian type, so the book lacks all the sex and booze that Clark packed into his life. Still, I had to live with all the decisions that he made (and some of them had a big impact on my work life), so it's good to get his perspective on why he did certain things.

Besides, how can you hate a leftie that leaves politics, and then gets a job that pays a packet with Macquarie Bank? He's joined the ranks of the serious faaaat cats now. All he needs is a top hat to complete the picture.

I was reading a few other books, but everytime I put them down, J would tidy them up (ie, put then back in the bookshelf). I am the type of person that likes to have 10 or more books on the go at once. Some of them can be a bit heavy going, so it's essential to flit from topic to topic to keep the brain awake.

Trouble is, I don't think I have 10 unread books left in the house. Might be time to re-stock at Amazon.

Shit. I just looked at the bookcase and found "Mass Listeria", by Theodore Dalrymple. I bought it and read it years ago, but pulled it out to re-read the other day. J has squirreled it away again.

Hell - "Who killed channel 9" is on the shelf under it. I started that last month and then it vanished. And "The making of the industrial landscape" is right next to it. I think I might have found the equivalent of the lost sock drawer.

The icecream news you've been waiting for

I blogged earlier this week about the weight of a 1 litre tub of gellato.

Tonight was followup night. I bought a 2 litre tub of Streets premium ice cream. A 2 litre tub weighed in at 978 grams. As opposed to 888 grams for a 1 litre tub of "real" gellato.

By doing complicated mathematical stuff, I calculate that the ice cream has only 55% of the density of gellato. I have no idea how much the ice cream cost, since I never pay attention to the prices in the supermarket. Well, ok I do. But my price attention span lasts until the item goes into the shopping basket, and sometimes not even that long. I earn enough money to not really have to give a flying figawi about what most items in the supermarket cost.

But enough of me. The gellato cost $9, so what would be a fair price for the icecream? Given that it weighs more (by 10%), but is half as dense, is a fair price anything less than $9.90 (if you go by weight) or anything less than $4.95 (if you go by density). I don't know - I am so confused.

Put it this way - I don't care about the price comparison. I care a lot about the taste and the mouthfeel. Who gives a bugger if it's cheap? Have you tried one of those soft serve cones that you get from those Mr Whippy look-a-likes? Talk about congealed, sweetened yak fat on a waffle. I prefer to buy up to a taste rather than down to a price.

And there you have it. This weekend might bring a review of the vanilla bean gellato. The chocolate variety is so rich, I'm having really weird dreams. Kind of like cheese dreams, but not quite as vivid and David Lynch. I might be safer with vanilla.

How to produce a really complicated home entertainment system

I own one of these babies - A Topfield PVR (personal video recorder?) Much to my disgust, these now cost $399 and come with a 120GB hard drive. I bought mine as an ex-demo for more than that about a year ago, and it came with an 80GB hard drive.



It's things like that always make me question the inflation rate.

It's a great little unit - everyone should own one, unless you have Foxtel and have an iQ instead. Or a Tivo. Take your pick - if you don't have a PVR, go and buy one. I got from mine here.

Enough plugs for people I don't know.

The Topfield has sat there for a year or so, doing what it was originally designed to do. Recording TV programs. It has two tuners, so you can record two channels at the same time, or watch one and record the other etc etc. At least you can if you have an external aerial and some reception, which we don't have, so we can only use one tuner.

But enough of my woes.

The great thing about the Topfield is that it's been opened up to allow nerds to develop their own TAP applications, which are apps you can download from the interweb whats-it and install on the Topfield to extend its capabilities. I've known about this for a year, but only extracted my digit last night to give it a go.

First port of call were the Topfield forums, where 5 minutes of browsing led me to download the three things that I needed:

  • The USB drivers for Vista
  • A set of Topfield Windows applications, which essentially allow you to copy things back and forth from the PVR to a PC/laptop
  • MediaManager and PhotoManager, which are two TAPs that allow you to store and play/show MP3 and JPG files from the PVR
In other words, it has become a kind of media centre, but a decidely clunky one.

As I was fiddling around with this at around 1am this morning, I started asking myself "Why?"

Why the hell do I want to display photos on my TV and play MP3's through it? What is the point? When am I ever going to want to do this? Is this just a case of screwing around with technology for the sake of screwing around with technology? Kind of like having one of those old drinking bird toys, but connected via USB to a laptop so that you can count how many dips it makes per minute.

I couldn't control myself though - I just had to get it working, and I did (after following the most incomplete instructions on the planet). I managed to pull some recordings from the PVR to the laptop (and even watch them on the laptop), as well as upload some photos to the PVR and play them on the TV.

I watched the photos scroll across the TV a few times in screensaver mode, and then turned the TV off and forgot about it. I doubt I will want to do this again.

Next step is to upload some MP3's and see what they sound like. But again, I am wondering why I would bother. I have a laptop with a few thousand songs on it which I can sit next to me when I'm reading a book, so why bother with the PVR?

Then there is the horror of actually getting music onto it.

We have a few hundred CDs in storage. I have ripped most of them to MP3 and stored them on our NAS. Because I hate Windows Media Player, and like using an iPod, I've then imported most of them into iTunes. iTunes of course changes them to some stupid AAC format, and that's what I have on the laptop. Since the PVR only has a USB connection, I need to load the MP3s onto the laptop, plug the laptop into the PVR and then transfer the files across.

Ugh.

If I then rip another few CDs, I need to repeat the whole process. Rip CDs with Media Player and store the MP3s on the NAS. Import MP3s into iTunes on laptop. Copy MP3s to laptop, take laptop to lounge room and copy to PVR.

The whole process is about 3 stupid steps too long. This just shows how far technology still has to go before things become simple and straightforward.

I am thinking however of installing an FTP TAP on the PVR, buying a wireless USB thingy and connecting it to the PVR and seeing if I can throw files back and forth wirelessly using FTP.

Seriously, I have too much time on my hands.

I was discussing this at work today and I heard a new term being throw around - "nerd knobs", as in "that bit of software had every nerd knob known to man on it", meaning that it had lots of settings that could be fiddled with. If one good thing comes out of this exercise, it will be me learning a term I had not heard before.

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Music piracy - what drives it?

I have just read part of this paper called: "The Impact of Music Downloads and P2P File-Sharing on the Purchase of Music: A Study for Industry Canada".

The paper is contentious because it reports that illegal music sharing increases CD sales. That did not go down well with the local music industry.

I found this paragraph interesting:

We find evidence that purchases of other forms of entertainment such as cinema and
concert tickets, and video games tend to increase with music purchases. It has been
argued in the literature that the increase in the number of entertainment substitutes has
led to a decline in music purchasing, but our results do not support this hypothesis.
As expected, we find that reported interest in music is very strongly associated with
music purchases. Finally, our results suggest that household income is not important
in explaining music purchases.

Let me add some perspective on illegal music sharing here. When I was young, as soon as I could afford it, I bought a twin deck tape recorder. It's sole purpose was to copy the legitimate (or illegitemate) tapes of others to my own blank tapes. I had a good collection of tapes - it might have been 50% bought and 50% copied. This seemed to be true of most of my friends. When CD's arrived, the first thing we did was hook up CD players to the tape decks so that we could copy a CD that someone else bought. That quickly died out - mainly due to the "snob factor". A tape was seen as being of markedly inferior quality, and no one wanted to be seen with music on such an old fashioned and plebian format.

Piracy only started to take off again when it became economic to copy one CD to another. That is, once the cost of blank CD's plunged to a similar level to what blank tapes used to cost - or less, since the "stuff up" rate of recording CD's was higher, so you needed say 15 CD's to make 10 good copies. You only needed 10 tapes to make 10 good copies, since you could just re-record over a tape if you got it wrong.

If we wind back even further - back to when I was at high school in the early 1980's - most of my fellow boarders were members of a mail-order music club. This was back when The Eagles and Tubular Bells and Meatloaf were huge.

The deal with the mail-order club was that if you signed up someone else, you got a free LP or two. I don't remember the specifics, but I do remember that when I arrived as a fresh faced youngster at the age of 12, the first thing the older boys tried to do was to sign me up as a club member so that they could get a freebie. New members also got special sign-up deals. When you signed up, you could buy 3 records for the price of 2 - or whatever. You get the drift. The way to maximise the number of free or discounted records that you were entitled to was to sign up as many new members as possible. Hence the strong arm tactics that were occasionally used on the freshmen to sign up.

The other trick was to sign up a "new member" under a false name, and to reap the benefits that way. If you name was John Smith, you simply signed up as Joe Smyth and the bonus record would come your way. Because there were only 70 kids in our boarding house, and it was perfectly obvious when an LP had arrived in the mail (because of the shape of the package), the package was simply handed over to the person with the name closest to that on the label. Everyone knew what was going on. Some people signed up under dozens of aliases.

The beauty of pulling this scam back then was that no one had a credit card. Everything had to be done by money order, so the fraud was fairly untraceable. We simply walked down to the post office, handed over cash, got a money order and ordered our stuff fraudulently.

Well, others did. I never had to, since I didn't have a record player, and I was not that much into music. Those that were though built quite significant collections. The only limiting factor really was the amount of physical space that they had in the confines of a boarding house with few private spaces. LPs took up a fair amount of room.

Once tapes became the most popular format, copying took off. Twin tape decks in the ghetto blaster format were just becoming available, and they were a popular item. We were always catching the bus into town to buy another box of 10 blank tapes. The great questions of the day went along the lines of:

"Should I buy a 45 minute tape, and put just one record on it, or buy a 90 minute tape and put two records on it?"

"What do I do if a record is over 45 minutes in length? Should I keep some 60 minute tapes on hand?"

"What type of tape is better? (At the is point, I forget all the different types of magnetic tape coatings that were on offer - but there were many and the prices differed radically)."

The greatest advance was when double-speed recording twin tapedecks came out. For those born after 1990, they allowed you to record a 60 minute tape in 30 minutes. That was a huge leap forward in the realm of music copying.

I blame the Walkman for all this. It really drove up the demand for taped music, and no one cared whether it was legitimate or pirated. I find it hilarious that Sony, the inventor of the Walkman, is now one of the furious music companies trying to clamp down on piracy. That's like BP complaining about global warming.

So I find all the current dribble about on-line piracy to be just a load of crap. All that the internet and peer-to-peer has done is to make this whole process visible, because you can see how much piracy is occuring by looking at web sites and web traffic and that kind of thing. Record companies had no way of tracking it 20 years ago when piracy consisted of my mate Jack coming over with his tape collection and the two of us doing a swap on my twin tape deck. He brought some blanks, and took away recordings of what he liked from my stash, and I did the same with his.

There was of course always a problem with recordings degrading if you kept on making copies of copies of copies, so we mostly only recorded from an original tape. That's not a problem these days.

Then as now, some people never bought music. They just bought stacks of blanks and had huge collections. That type of person will never go away.

I will go back to this statement in the research though:

We find evidence that purchases of other forms of entertainment such as cinema and
concert tickets, and video games tend to increase with music purchases. It has been
argued in the literature that the increase in the number of entertainment substitutes has
led to a decline in music purchasing, but our results do not support this hypothesis.

This says nothing about who the consumers are.

Now, who do you think has time to enjoy all these forms of entertainment - cinema, concerts, videos, games and music? Youngsters, that's who. Oldies, like me, spend very little on these things - because we have kids. I have not been to the movies for a year, because it would involve paying $100 for a babysitter (I shit you not). Going to see a band is the same. We do spend a bit on DVD's - I spent $40 on two Wiggles DVD's yesterday. I don't spend anything on music because I never have any time to listen to it.

That's the crucial thing - time - not money. I think entertainment purchases are largely a factor of how much time someone has available, not how much money they have. Look at us - our household income is in the top 5%, yet we don't have pay TV. Who has time to watch it?

But just about every dole bludging, good for nothing layabout has pay TV. And an MP3 player of some sort with a large collection of video games for the Xbox and a stack of DVDs to watch.

I used to listen to a lot of music when I was doing country road trips for work, but often as not, the phone would ring and I'd spend half the trip talking to someone at work via the car kit and not listening to music.

I could listen to music when I cycle, but if you ask me, that's a death trap. You need to be able to hear the traffic - it is one of the prime defences of a cyclist who wants to stay out from under the wheels of a bus.

But back to that paragraph again. The largest consumers of entertainment are the young. They probably start to choose their entertainment at around 10 or 11 - we're just going through that phase now with Junior. He is starting to collect CDs and wants to discuss the merits of Fergie vs the Guns'n'Roses and will probably be hassling us for his own iPod next year.

His biggest problem though is that he has no money of his own. If he wants something, he has to convince us to buy it for him. Kids of his age with a computer of their own probably have a music collection that is 95% pirated because they have no other means to getting their hands on music - unless mum and dad are particularly soft headed.

Then kids hit about 15, get a part time job and have their own spending money. If they are anything like me as a kid, they will probably spend a lot of time loafing around in places like Virgin and Red Eye Records and HMV discussing the relative merits of east coast vs west coast and agonising over how best to spend the $20 that they have in their wallet. Long arguments (ala Jack Black in whatever that movie was) ensue as your friends try to convince you to buy this or that.

We used to try and split up our music purchases at that age so that everyone got a tape, and whatever we chose generally had to be liked by everyone else, because we then went home and made a copy each of everything we had bought. If there were four of you, you got 4 tapes for the price of one.

I guess 15 year olds these days spend their time mooching around in MySpace agonising over the same things. Except they can skip the spending $20 part and just download what they want.

Anyway, after "borrowing" lots of music as a teenager, I started buying CD's by the truckload once I could afford them. I have been burgled 5 times, and lost an entire collection with each robbery. Each collection was worth a few thousand dollars, so I have probably spent at least $10,000 on legitimate music, and that doesn't include going to see live bands etc etc.

What I'm getting at is that I think a lot of people go through a piracy phase when they are young, and then go legit.

Why?

Because people like to show off that they can afford expensive things. Why do men want to drive a Ferrari? So chicks will look at them and think, "Wow, he has lots of money". It's the same with music in the end. People will want others to think that they have the money to afford nice things, including music. Running around telling others that you all you do is steal music is not a great way to advertise yourself as a potential mate.

On top of that, I get a lift from buying things. I enjoy the shopping experience, the thrill of spoiling myself with something nice. Is there a vicarious gain from nicking something? Nope. People will pay for things if buying them makes them feel good.

I can't understand why the music industry isn't pushing this angle. They need to work the psychology.

Of course the stupid bastards never will. Because they are over run with lawyers.

Useless order management systems

After visiting the quack this morning, I decided to try out a cafe/bakery on Victoria Road in Drummoyne. There are a few cafes along that particular strip, and I chose this one because it makes fancy, expensive artisan bread. I figured that if they can make good bread, they can probably do a good feed and coffee.

I was about to sit down when I noticed that it was one of those order and pay at the counter and get a number places. So I placed my order for scrambled eggs, got my number and found a seat.

About 2 minutes later, a waitress whizzed past and deposited a coffee and a roll stuffed with stuff on my table. I had ordered the coffee, but I was not sure what was in the roll. Having never eaten there before, I thought they might have a chef that produced fancy scrambled eggs by putting them in a roll with some green stuff.

So I took a bite.

It was not scrambled eggs. It was chicken with what tasted like coriander and spinach. It was quite delicious, so I ate half of it.

Then the chef came out of the kitchen with a plate of scrambled eggs and started walking around the cafe going "Scrambled eggs, scrambled eggs - who ordered scrambled eggs?"

Thankfully, my phone rang at that point and I was able to avoid the chef by talking seriously into my phone and studying my newspaper.

But the call finished too soon! The chef then eyeballed me, pointed to the eggs and I had to admit they were mine. Questions were then raised about the half a chicken roll left on my table, but I managed to sidetrack them and took the eggs.

They were delicious too. Bright yellow (almost orange) eggs atop some of their home made toast. There were no herbs, no other stuff to mess with the eggs. Just salt and pepper and really well made scrambled eggs.

Gotta love a place that can make really good scrambled eggs.

Got no idea what it was called though. And I am not impressed with an order management system that fails to get the right food to the right table. But it did allow me to sample two items from their menu for the price of one, and both were good, so I am going back.

Coffee was very good to. Must remember to get a business card next time. And take a newspaper. They don't have anything to read.

Good news and bad news

The bad news is that my slip in the supermarket two weeks ago might have resulted in a torn cartilege in my knee. I have to go and get an x-ray and see an expensive surgeon to see what's up.

The good news is that I can start cycling again, which is great. I am starting to feel like a pudding.

Car sales - surprise, surprise

The Silly has an article today regarding Australian car sales.

The Silly is shocked to learn that:

Contrary to perception, sales of four-wheel-drives have never been stronger. Sales of light cars are up by 9.2 per cent and small cars are up by 5.4 per cent, but sales of four-wheel-drives are up by 15 per cent.

Ok stupid, there are a number of ways to break that down.

To start with, 4WDs come in all shapes and sizes. There are big ones, little ones and in-between ones. It may be that sales of tiddler 4WDs are booming whilst sales of big fat whale 4WDs are in the toilet.

Or, people might have finally figured out that putting fuel in the tank is only a small part of the total cost of running a car. Maybe something like 20%.

I leased a car a few years ago, and here are the costs (rounded) of a three year lease on a $34,000 vehicle.

Lease payments - $18,000
Interest - $5,500
Rego - $2,200
Insurance - $2,500
Maintenance - $4,000
Tyres - $1,800
Fuel - $10,000
Other - $700
Management fee - $1,500
FBT - $5,800

That gives a grand total of $52,000, and I still had to pay the balloon (or residual) at the end of the lease of $15,000.

The cost of diesel was $10,000/$52,000 = a bit under 20%. If I bothered to add in depreciation, it would probably drop to under 15%.

Over that period, I drove 80,000 km. The average fuel consumption was 11.28 litres per 100km, which is not bad for a 4WD. Funnily enough, the government fuel consumption guide can't tell me what the fuel consumption is supposed to be.

I did try the Green Vehicle Guide and compared a new Commodore, Falcon and Magna (since we would need to replace the Disco with either another Disco or a large family car) and found that it has better fuel consumption than most of the variants currently available.

I also tried comparing a diesel Disco against a Landcruiser landyacht and found that the landyacht gets 16l/100km, which is pretty nasty.

However, let's assume for a moment that you have a choice between leasing two vehicles that cost the same. Let's assume they both cost $34,000, so I can re-use the numbers from above.

Vehicle 1 gets 11l/100km.

Vehicle 2 gets 16l/100km.

The total 3 year cost of running vehicle 1 is $52,000.

The total for vehicle 2 is $56,500.

This is only 8% more than vehicle 1, even though it is 45% thirstier. And frankly, if you can afford to spend $52,000 over three years, you can probably easily afford to spend $56,500 - after all, it's only an extra $1,500 per year.

Now I leased my car when diesel rarely got over $1 a litre, and it is now around $1.40, but the essential truth holds the same - the cost of putting fuel in a car is only a minor part of the entire cost of running a car. And remember, I was driving 25,000km a year. Try doing to sums on a car that only does 10,000km a year - which will produce much lower fuel costs.

In short, sensible drivers have done their sums and figured out that higher fuel prices are not going to have any impact on their decision to purchase a new $75,000 4WD. I based these numbers of a second hand $34,000 vehicle. Try doing the numbers with a $75,000 vehicle (which is what a decent new 4WD will set you back).

Journalists have no brains. Especially those working for the SMH.

PS - if you own a new car, and fuel prices go up 30% and it starts to hurt, then you are an idiot who has overstretched yourself, and I have zero sympathy. Maybe you should have wound things back a bit and bought a cheaper car rather than going all out to the edge of your finances.

Monday, 5 November 2007

Are 4WD's really unsuitable in cities?

I keep on hearing that 4WDs are unsuitable for use in our cities.

Why?

Because the idiots who say things like that are simply parroting what green squidbrains are saying in Europe. Large vehicles of any kind are inappropriate in the centres of old cities and towns in Europe. They're also inappropriate in a lot of country lanes in some European countries. It's amazing how narrow those old lanes with the stone walls down the sides can be.

How many streets in Sydney are so narrow that a 4WD would be a problem? Maybe a few in the oldest suburbs near the CBD, but the rest of Sydney is fitted out with roads that can handle a semi-trailer. About the only place I don't want to take the Disco is some of the narrow streets around Padington, and if I am going there, I am probably going to a pub, so I'll take a taxi anyway.

In short, another case of dimwits hearing that something does or does not work overseas, and instantly applying that to our situation here. I hate that.

Toerag

"Toerag" - the best description I have ever read for the VW Taureg, which I think is one of the ugliest and most useless vehicles on the planet.

Not because it is a 4WD. Because it is not a 4WD. It's just a pimped up Audi TT if you ask me.

Reminds me of the vehicles in Whacky Racers.

The best thing about this car is that it says, "I am a wanker" to everyone in sight.

The weight of gellato

I am sick of lousy icecream. Just sick of it. So I gave up shopping at my local supermarket on the weekend and tried the local fruit and vegie shop instead.

What has that got to do with icecream?

The fruit and vegie shop has a small fridge that is filled to the brim with tubs of "real gellato". I decided to test how "real" it was by purchasing a tub of the chocolate stuff.

1 litre cost me nine bucks. Which is not so bad as far as gellato goes around here. Last time I went out for dessert in Five Wog, it cost me close to thirty buckets for a few small tubs of icy stuff.

The gellato is good. Maybe not as good as my home made affogato, but good nonetheless. And worth nine smackers a tub too. I think I am going to be sent back shortly to buy something like pistachio.

Before trying any, I dropped the tub on my fancy digital kitchen scales. 1 litre weighed 888 grams. I will also have to buy some normal "crap" icecream for the kids (I still buy the most premium variety that our supermarket carries for them), so I'll weigh that when I get the chance.

It will be interesting to compare the two. I figure this gellato stuff is twice as dense as the fluffy, air-filled variety that the supermarket sells. It should be called "ice-air".

Now, I have to stop typing and get back to my plate of melting gellato.

Interesting article

This I never knew.

The Melbourne Cup shits me

Tomorrow is a waste of space. It's the day when "a horse race stops the nation". Well it won't be stopping me from doing anything, as I couldn't be less interested. I might have to go to the beach for a swim around then.

I don't object to a bit of horse racing or gambling - I've been to the Cup once myself and quite enjoyed it. What I can't bear is all the hype that goes with it, and the perceived need by people that wouldn't know a horse from a cow to stop work, put $2 on a sweepstake and then act like an idiot in front of everyone else in the office for 10 minutes. Everyone becomes an instant expert in bloodlines, trainers, jockeys, weather conditions, betting spreads and hats. It shits me to tears. And then you have some annoying secretary walking around all morning selling sweepstake tickets, and implying all sorts of awful things about you if you decline to buy a ticket. It's like being a militant vegetarian at the World's Biggest BBQ.

Myself, I prefer Derby Day, which is on the weekend before the Cup. It's a much nicer affair. All the hoi polloi turn out for the Cup, but Derby Day (and the rest of the racing calendar for that matter) attracts a much better class of people.

Besides, Derby Day is held on Saturday, which means you can get utterly maggoted and then have all Sunday to get over the hangover. It's a bit rough having to go to work the day after Melbourne Cup if you got too stuck into the turps.

If you ask me, the best thing that could be done would be to ban all TV coverage of the Cup. If people want to watch it, they can go to Melbourne and pay to get in. If they can't get in - tough shit. The promotion of an event such as this to the masses has done nothing but drag it into the mud.

Health care promises are all bollocks

I have to see the quack again this week about my knee. It just isn't healing up as quickly as I thought it would.

The medical practice that I go to is a microcosm of what bedevils all efforts at improving our health care system.

The medical centre has three receptionists. It is an aberration as far as medical clinics go, in that one of them is quite cheerful and nice. Normally, medical receptionists are complete cows. The other two are cows, but one out of three is pretty good going.

There are six doctors. Three are excellent, and I always try and get them. If I can't get them, I delay going until such time as they are available - unless I am near death. Two are mediocre and one is downright dangerous - our own version of Dr Death. I avoid her at all costs - even if I am near death.

When the practice started, it probably consisted of the three good doctors. Things picked up, and they had to recruit more. But good doctors are in short supply, so they ended up with two mediocre ones. Then they needed someone else, and they got stuck with Dr Death. If they need to recruit someone else, they will probably end up with a psychotic serial killer in disguise.

In any profession, there are only so many good people to go around. A sports competition can be ruined by including too many teams - there are only enough excellent and good players to fill so many teams. After that, quality drops off very quickly. What is true of sport is true of IT, politics, restaurant waiters, winemakers, car designers, shop keepers, hair dressers, singers, actors, teachers and "health care professionals".

I put health care professionals in inverted commas because not all of them are professionals. It's doubtful that some even realise that they are working in the health care industry. The problem as I see it though is that doctors and nurses are put on a pedestal and treated as if they are untouchable. Or at least their associations and unions do their best to stick them on pedestals, which makes them beyond criticism or sacking.

Even teams that have just won the grand final go through a process of selecting new blood and weeding out the weakest. Just because they were the best team this year, it doesn't mean that they will be the best next year. They have to keep adjusting the makeup of the team to stay on top.

There are bloody useless doctors, nurses and teachers out there. They need to be ruthlessly weeded out and moved into new professions, even if that involves sitting in a humpy at Byron weaving baskets. We'll all be better off if they are removed on a regular basis.

As soon as something becomes sacrosanct, it is fucked.

Christmas craporations

I walked through a shopping centre in town this morning and found that the decorations are already up. Must have been put up over the weekend.

It's only November 5. Surely they could have waited a few more weeks before starting the annual bombardment of Christmas rubbish?

I got so mad, I went and bought two DVDs.

Watching "About a Boy" last night was quite coincidental, since the main character dreads the Christmas season and the playing of "Santa's little sleigh". I dread decorations in the same way. Don't mind carol singers and the like, but I can't stand the cheesy, commercialised decorations.

Bus driving blogs

I have spent this evening dividing my attention between the Sunday night movie (About a Boy, which I have seen more times than I have toes) and reading transport blogs. I have read about trucks, train commuters, cyclists and bus drivers.

What did we do before we had laptops and wireless networks at home? I think I used to lie on the couch with a book with the TV blabbing in the background. Now, I turn the TV off and fire up iTunes and listen to some music as I blog.

The bus blog was the most interesting, partly because I am currently catching a bus to work, and partly because I used to cart people around as well.

But not in a bus. In a Unimog or an F1. Those are both trucks. The former is still operated by the Australian Army, but the latter was being phased out when I did my driver training back in the mid 1980's. Both could carry a lot less troops than a bus - I have no idea how many. 18 perhaps? 14? 30 (if we were a few trucks short). It's been a long time since I have behind the wheel, so I can't remember how many seated passengers we could carry.

Not that we ever obeyed the rules. Let's say a truck could carry 18 seated troops. It was quite normal to have 18 seated and half a dozen sitting or loafing on the floor.

Trucks are an abysmally uncomfortable way to get carted around, but they beat the hell out of walking, so no one ever complained about the wooden seats and the wooden floors and the lack of a seat back that would allow you to lean backwards and sleep. Actually, they were probably about as comfortable as your average Virgin flight to somewhere, and a lot more enjoyable due to the lack of snotty hosties and the fact that cans of beer only cost $1.

Where am i going with this? Shit, there goes this stupid keyboard again. It has failed to capitalise the "i", and I am not going to bother going back to fix it. To hell with it.

My story is about the inability of so many Sydney bus drivers to provide a comfortable ride. I am thinking of adding a mouthguard to my "things to take to work" since nary a trip goes by without the driver stabbing the brakes hard enough for me to headbutt the seat in front. Drivers seem to fail to understand that everytime they jam their foot onto a pedal (take your pick - the one that makes the bus go, or the one that makes it stop), it has an impact on the comfort of the people up the back. Stab a pedal too hard and people will get thrown to the floor.

Sydney Buses doesn't seem to give a shit. If they did, they'd train their drivers to stop doing it, and they'd get rid of those that failed to improve. Maybe they are desperate for drivers. Maybe the unions make it easier to remove a limpet than a bad driver. Who knows.

All I know is that back when I was driving trucks with troops in the back, the troops had a very effective way of expressing their displeasure. At the end of each journey, the driver (and co-driver if you had one) had the job of walking to the rear of the truck to release the tailgate. That's because the tailgate latch was positioned in such a way that it was a pain to release it from inside the back of the truck.

If you gave the troops a bad ride, they simply kicked the tailgate as soon as you released the catch. Chances are, it would shoot down, hit you on the top of the head and knock you out. And give you a very bad headache.

It never happened to me, since I was a very careful driver, but I saw it happen to a guy we called FOT (which stood for "Fucking Orange Top" or "Fucking Orange Thing" - he had red hair). The Staff Sgt that ran our transport section saw it happen, shrugged his shoulders and told another driver to go and collect the FOT and to take him to the RAP if he was bleeding. Someone else was given his truck to drive home.

It was a very simple customer feedback system. Sydney Buses could do with something similar.

It's also one reason why I loathe buses and have a strong preference for trains. If we had a train out here in Five Wog, the trip in to town would take 15 minutes and not an hour (like the bus). You also don't get thrown around like a limp rag in a train (unless the track is totally crap). There are some public transport advocates who are mad about buses, and think that all trains should be scrapped and replaced by buses. They've obviously never spent a week being hurled around inside a bus like a ball in a Flavour Shaker.

Sunday, 4 November 2007

Trees vs trains

I always wondered about trains slipping on leaves. I never thought too deeply about why it only seems to have become a problem in recent decades.

This explains why.

For all the popular ridicule the rail services receive for the excuse of "leaves on the line", the fact is that it is a real excuse: the leaves rot, creating slime, making rails slippery. There used to be a very simple solution: cut down all the trees anywhere near a railway line. But people like trees, so we have a problem.

It doesn't seem to be a problem in Australia - we seem to have the right sort of trees. Except maybe around tram lines in Melbourne.

When did we start thinking that allowing trees to live was more important than getting people to work on time?

Bastard trees.

I hope Bob Brown is late for work for the rest of his life. Not that anyone would care whether he turned up on time or not.

Thank Christ - I thought I was going blind

I always thought I was the only one that was unable to see lane markers when the rain absolutely buckets down.

Then I read this.

It used to be really bad in my old cars, since they had anti-fogging systems that never worked, ratty old windscreens and were low-ish to the ground. Their headlights also sucked.

The Disco is much better. One touch of the de-misting button, and the windscreen is as clear as a bell. The lights are better than my old car with spotlights. The added height above the ground also seems to make it easier to see the road ahead - must be something to do with perspective.

I still wish the RTA would invest in some sort of paint that was visible when it rains after dark. I usually only manage to stay in my lane by simply avoiding the cars to either side of me.

Sheesh, I hate the keyboard on this laptop. It has the most useless shift key on the planet. I am always having to go back to the start of each sentence to capitalise the first letter.

Did I mention that Stephen Fry has a blog?

Bugger, can't remember whether I have mentioned this before, and can't be bothered searching through the backlog of trash to see if there is anything there.

So here we go - Stephen Fry has a blog.

It's worth a read because it has two attributes that are missing from so much web content (webontent? Wontent? Webtent?). It's well written and it's interesting.

He doesn't post very often, which can be a good thing. I sometimes wish that newspaper editors only bothered to print their newspapers when they had some useful news to pass on. The idea of having to spin up the printing presses every day to generate some fish wrappers is a nastily destructive concept. It means that trash is shovelled in to fill the gaps when news is thin on the ground, and correspondents and opinion writers have to come up with something new and original every day.

And that's pretty much impossible. Well, actually it is possible, but quality suffers as a result. The pressure to publish results in some horendous dribble being put before the eyeballs of the reading public. The added pressure of the internet (we want it NOW NOW NOW) makes it even worse.

Why are people switching off when it comes to newspapers and the evening news? Because it is just a bucket full of spac-filler. What are the best programs on TV? Documentaries by people like David Attenborough. Why are they so good? Because they take years to make. Or years to craft.

We'd be so much better off if there was a law that said that newspapers can only be published on a Tuesday. The first Tuesday of the month. The first Tuesday of the month every leap year.

Now that you've finished here, go read Stephen. But I suggest you settle down on the couch with a cup of tea because he doesn't post short, pithy stories. I think he owns a lot of computers because he keeps wearing out the keyboards.

And by the way, the monkey is a fan because Mr Fry does the voice overs for his favourite show - Pocoyo.

Anyone for a $280 bottle of vinegar?

According to the SMH, my local deli is selling very expensive vinegar.

Even vinegar is costly. P. & R. Raineri's Delicatessen in Five Dock has a 250-millilitre bottle of balsamic vinegar on sale for $280. It is 75 years old and the only one in Australia.

Funnily enough, I was in that shop only a few weeks ago, and I was hunting for good quality "proper" vinegar. That is, vinegar that has been made the traditional way, and is not crap quality vinegar with caramel and colouring added to make it look like balsamic.

I ended up buying a bottle from the Essential Ingredient, and I did not pay $280 for it. But I am sure it cost me somewhere between $20 and $30.

I am so tempted to pop around the corner this morning in order to blow $280.

What was Wilbur Smith thinking?

I've always enjoyed sitting down with a Wilbur Smith book - they tend to be a cracking good yarn. A bit over the top at times, but then what do you expect from fiction?

I read 'Warlock' recently. I was thinking about God knows what this morning when I suddenly thought, "Is this an allegory for stem cell research?"

You'd have to read the whole book in order to get that question, but I take it from reading the book that he is not a fan of stem cell research. He manages to paint it in the worst light possible - and I know what you are thinking. This book is set in ancient Egypt, about 3000 years ago, so how can there be a connection to stem cells?

I'm not going to bother explaining it. If you like reading his books, you'll read it anyway eventually and maybe you'll see my point. If you don't like reading his books, then don't worry about it. Just take my word for it.

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Very enjoyable blog

I have been trawling through the archives of Romeo Mike, who is a resident of Darlinghurst and interested in the architecture, history and politics of Sydney. Unlike me, he seems to put some thought into his posts, which makes them a joy to read.

I heartily recommend it.

Lancelin and the mad greenies

I was googling Lancelin tonight in order to find out some stuff for my next blog, and found this crap:

Green left frogshit

MP earning his money

The first article alleges that depleted uranium rounds have been used at Lancelin. Hmm. Let's think about that.

According to my friend Wikipedia:

Most military use of depleted uranium has been as 30 mm and smaller ordnance, primarily the 30 mm PGU-14/B armour-piercing incendiary round from the GAU-8 Avenger cannon of the A-10 Thunderbolt II and M230 of the Apache Helicopter[9] used by the U.S. Air Force. 25 mm DU rounds have been used in the M242 gun mounted on the U.S. Army's Bradley Fighting Vehicle and LAV-AT. The U.S. Marine Corps uses DU in the 25 mm PGU-20 round fired by the GAU-12 Equalizer cannon of the AV-8B Harrier, and also in the 20 mm M197 gun mounted on AH-1 helicopter gunships. The US Navy's Phalanx CIWS's M61 Vulcan gatling gun used 20 mm armor-piercing penetrator rounds with discarding plastic sabots which were made using depleted uranium, later changed to tungsten.

DU is used by the
U.S. Army in 120 mm or 105 mm cannons employed on the M1 Abrams and M60A3 tanks.

To start with, it's pretty bloody clear that DU is not used in bombs - it is used in projectiles, particularly kinetic projectiles. If DU did get into Lancelin, how did it get there? The navy doesn't shoot it out of its guns, so they couldn't have delivered it. I don't think any Abrams tanks have been driven around Lancelin by the yanks, so they couldn't have shot it off. I doubt a ship with a phalanx sailed up close to the coast either and fired off a few bursts towards the land.

So the only way DU could end up there is if an A-10 or a Harrier flew around and did a bit of ground strafing, and I don't think many A-1o's have been used in Australia.

In other words, the stupid greenies have no way of explaining how any DU might have possibly gotten there. This is probably because your average greenie doesn't know one weapon system from another, and is therefore susceptible to the stupidest ideas invented by fantacists.

The second link includes a letter that explains quite logically why there is unlikely to be any DU there. DU rounds are expensive, and are generally not fired off during training these days. That just seems to make common sense to me, but most greenies lack common sense, so I can see why they could work themselves into a tizzy over this.

In short, they are idiots.

There for the grace of God....

Another soldier has been wounded in Afghanistan (although the SMH still prefers to say "injured" rather than wounded for some weird reason. I don't know why the SMH can't get it right - if you go to the Defence website and read the press release, no mention is made of the word "injury". It's all wound and wounded.

The soldier was wounded whilst dealing with a roadside bomb. It never says how big the bomb was or why it detonated or how he was trying to deal with it, but I wouldn't want to have been in his shoes.

I have only seen one live bomb up close. This snippet by Chook glosses over what could have been a very nasty episode. We were on a two week exercise at Lancelin in the Naval Bombardment range - I don't know if the Army Reserve still uses it, but it was one of the more interesting places to spend two weeks dressed in green. So much better than Bindoon or Nannup or Northam.

I was a driver at the time, and had the job of supporting a platoon that was dug in on a hill in the middle of nowhere. I spent most of my time doing mounted patrols with a section at a time, which beat the hell out of patrolling on foot through the sand and scrub. The rest of my time was spent digging into the miserable sand and sandstone, or driving the boss to various O groups (an O group is where orders are given).

Whilst I was out on one patrol, the section that I was dug in with uncovered a 500lb bomb - as in an unexploded one. When I got back, they had uncovered most of it and were standing around taking photos of it. It was lying just under the surface, and was pretty much horizontal. I know people probably think that bombs drop straight down and would thus be impaled into the ground straight up and down, but I presume that because they "fly" after leaving the plane, they can belly flop and skip along the ground if they don't go off.

After that, some of the guys stood on the bomb and did a 'windsurfing' act (Lancelin is one of the best spots on the planet to go windsurfing, and it was a very popular sport back then, so it was an appropriate kind of thing to do).

It just so happened that my last passenger was the RSM. He took one look at the bomb, went white, and ordered everyone off the hill at the double. Not long after, I was standing on a hill about two kilometres away watching the thing explode after the EOD guys had done their stuff. It made a very impressive mushroom cloud. And a big bang. I would not want to be any closer to one of those things going off.

After seeing one go off, all I can say is that you'd need to be one brave bastard to approach one and disarm it or perform a controlled explosion. I hope this bloke isn't too banged up.

Mr & Mrs Shite

Some months ago, I felt the need to acquire a copy of Mr & Mrs Smith. I never got around to watching it, as J said that she wanted to watch it too, and that we had to watch it together. For various reasons, we never got the time to watch it, so it sat there gathering dust.

Thank goodness for that. She saved me from watching an absolute bucket of tripe.

It was on TV the other night, so I flicked over part way through to check it out. It was one of the worst movies that I have seen for a while. Just bollocks. I didn't bother watching the whole thing, and afterwards I went and got the copy that I had acquired months earlier and binned it.

Brad Pitt has done some great stuff, but this really was the bottom of the barrel. I hope he did something worthwhile with the cash he got from starring in it, because that would be the only good that came out of this film.

Yulla yulla

This is a tub of Yulla chocolate mousse with berries. It's not very big - only 120ml - but it packs a punch. It's not cheap either, but this small tub is more than enough for one person. It's so rich, you really wouldn't want to eat more than one a week.



I read the ingredients, and it is mercifully free of all the usual crap that appears in "manufactured" foods these days. It's just good old fashioned eggs and cream and chocolate etc etc. I think one of the best things Jamie Oliver ever did was demonstrate how a chicken nugget is manufactured. This is at the other end of the spectrum.

There is a pizza place called L'angelo not far from us, and they also sell a "home made" style chocolate mousse, but in much larger containers. I used to baulk at having to pay $7 for one of their tubs, but when I discovered that it takes about 4 days to eat one (because of the richness), I gave up complaining about the price.

This Yulla stuff is as good - if not better. The berries in the bottom help to cut through the richness of the chocolate, although every time I stick my spoon down the bottom to scoop some out, I manage to spurt berry juice all over the table or myself. They ought to put the berries on the top rather than the bottom.

Apart from that, they are quite magnificent. After eating one, I feel the need to go for a 100km bike ride. You have to love that.

Bugger this weather

I made modest plans last night to go to the beach at sparrow fart this morning to catch a few waves.

Then it started raining.

I have nothing against swimming in the rain - if anything, I really enjoy it. Hell, if you are going to get wet by going swimming, what is the problem with getting wet with rain before you get in the water? I don't get people who don't want to swim because it's raining. Do they think the rain attracts the sharks?

What puts me off is the knowledge that when it rains in Sydney, ninety gibillion gigalitres of muck is washed off our roads and paths and ends up in the surf. Sydney Water are getting better at trapping all the crap before it enters the ocean, but I don't think that they have yet come up with a way to collect dissolved dog turds. I usually like to leave it a few days after raining before going for a dip. Which kind of wrecked today.

On top of that, my bruised knee is still giving me hell, and I doubt that I could have walked from my favourite parking spot to the water without a lot of pain. A noticeable bruise finally came up last night. It has been 8 days since I slipped and landed on it, and the bruising has only just come up. That should tell you how little I bruise. I have been in car crashes that nearly killed several people, and walked away with no apparent bruising. Until a week later when a garish green and black seatbelt shaped bruise has emerged across my torso. My knee crash is no different.

I still want to go swimming though. Might have to wait until next weekend.

Back to the FTPuture

I have always thought that FTP was one of those things that would eventually die out - at least in corporate networks. It should certainly never have to raise its ugly head in a home network. And until now, it has never had a presence in our home network.

But it has made a comeback, all thanks to Vista.

When we were running XP, it was pretty simply to create shares and map drives between computers in order to shovel files back and forth. The shares would occasionally crap out, but otherwise it was bloody simple to setup and absolutely foolproof to use.

Vista fucked all that up. I've created accounts, setup shares and all of that, and I can't move one byte of data from one PC to another across the network. Until now, everything had to move via an old fashioned sneakernet (modernised by thumb drives) and that drove me nuts.

I finally gave in yesterday and decided to stop buggerising around with Vista and go back to FTP. One PC has been setup with Filezilla and we can now stuff back and forth with ease. I know that FTP is less secure (like sending passwords in clear text etc), but I don't give a bugger. I don't work for ASIO, and I don't see why I need a DSD type network at home to protect our holiday photos.

This just goes to show that if you implement a security regime that is ridiculously strict, people will find all sorts of ways around it.

Netgear finally pulls their finger out

I own one of these things - a Netgear Storage Central NAS. It's basically a case that connects to your home network and is able to hold two hard drives. I think I got it with 300GB of storage when I bought it about a year ago. I will stuff another hard drive into it sometime next year when that 300GB starts to get a bit full.

When I bought it, I had a look at external hard drives that you can connect via USB, and decided that they only make sense if you want to carry a lot of data around with you, or share things without the hassle of setting up an ad-hoc network. They used to be popular at work amongst the technoids that liked to share large volumes of music and movies - everyone would bring their USB hard drive in from home, and then they'd be passed around and everyone would grab a copy of what they wanted, stick it on their portable drive and take it home. It got around the problem of putting copywrited material onto the corporate servers, which would make the company liable for piracy.

I never got into that, since I could never find the time to watch 43 episodes of Battlestar Galactica and 974 Star Trek shows. But I saw it happening from time to time, and was intrigued by the whole process. It also got around the problem of using up your monthly ADSL quota at home - I have a 10gb quota, and I've exceeded it a few times, and I download nada. What must it be like for Dilboids who download like crazy? They must spend 26 days a month with their bandwidth throttled, or they are forking out half their paypacket on 2TB plans and the like.

The USB hard drives were also great for people that were stuck with laptops with measly hard drives. I remember when a laptop was lucky to come with a 20GB hard drive. If that was your laptop, it made sense to complement it with say an 80GB portable USB hard drive. Doesn't make so much sense anymore though.

But back to the story at hand. I bought a NAS because I wanted somewhere to stick all my monkey videos. The little monkey by the way is the two year old who is currently stress testing my DVD player by putting it through 100 eject/shove back in cycles. 15 minutes of raw video from my camera takes up 2GB, so I had a choice between culling my videos, compressing them or buying more storage. I don't shoot a huge amount of video - maybe 30 to 60 seconds per week - but it soon adds up. I don't want to compress it and then be pulling it out in 20 years time for his 21st birthday party and find that it looks like rubbish because it was compressed back in the days when storage was scarce.

I also wanted something that we could access from any computer in the house (we had two at the time, but now we have four). So I bought the NAS.

In the early days, it was marvelous. But then along came Vista.....

....and Netgear got lazy and decided not to release some updated drivers for the NAS. I trawled through their forums and found a support message saying that drivers would be released in the first quarter of 2007.... but the year dragged by and nothing came out. I emailed Netgear, I posted messages in their support forums and never got a response. I was becoming seriously annoyed because we have 3 machines running Vista and I had to keep the old one on XP in order to access the NAS, and we couldn't access all the stuff stored on it from the Vista machines. Well, yes we could, but it involved copying the stuff from the NAS to a USB thumb drive on the XP machine, then walking that across to another PC or laptop and copying it off again.

That drove me nuts.

A mate bought a Storage Central unit a bit before I did, and when I told him about the problems I was having, he put off all plans to upgrade his home network. Which is a pity, because for all its faults, I do like Vista. That might be something to do with the new and shiny factor, but I've gone to Vista now and I'm not going back.

Anyway, they finally came out with new drivers on 10 Sept. That's only 6 months or so later than they promised to, and a bloody long time since the release of Vista. Surely it can't take that long to write some new drivers? If it does, it seriously undermines the credibility of Netgear. It's put me off buying anything else from them, and I have bought an awful lot of their low end switches and things in the past.

Of course it's not even a Netgear product. They bought it from Zetera and rebadged it. But if they couldn't be arsed to badger Zetera, then that's their problem. Slack-arsed bastards.

It's working now, so all I need to do is figure out how to sync data from the laptops to the NAS. That's probably another day of rooting around.

The Index of Clean

The Index of Clean is a simple method to determine whether two or more people will be able to live together harmoniously.

I have lived with many flatmates - possibly over 40 or 50. I have lived in something like 14 different houses or apartments in Sydney alone. Tension was always caused by one of two things - money and cleaning.

The money side of things is easy to understand, but everyone always overlooks cleanliness. It's not that I am a neat-freak. It's just that I have noticed that much back-biting bitchiness within the household can be traced back to an argument over who is going to be the next person to clean the toilet. Most arguments arise from different perceptions as to how often cleaning should take place. This is nothing to do with how unclean a house might be - everyone has different standards, and those standards usually drive how often someone feels the need to run around pushing a vaccuum cleaner.

I have lived with complete slobs that could go a year without doing any cleaning at all. I have lived with others who couldn't go a day without dusting the shelves and cleaning the curtains. I managed to get along pretty well with all of them, because I am a pretty easy going guy, and I don't let things bug me. Not even when the cockroaches are so numerous that they start running over your feet whilst you are watching TV.

The index is simply there to identify major disparities between the dispositions of potential flatmates when it comes to cleaning.

Here is how it works.

If you clean on a daily basis, you have an index of 1. If you clean once a week, your index is 7. Once a month, your index is 30. If you are a total couch residing slob, your index might be 365 or higher. There is no upper limit.

Those of you that forgot to take your pills and have to clean four times a day have an index of 0.25.

Here is what I have noticed.

A person with an index of 7 will get along with someone with an index of 14. However, someone with an index of 1 will have a hard time getting on with anyone, unless they are trawling support groups for people with mental problems relating to hand washing. Someone with an index of 30 or more should be very careful when looking for potential flatmates. You are quite likely to get into a lot of arguments.

I sometimes wonder whether a persons index decreases over time. I used to be up around the 20 mark or higher when I was in my 20's, but now it is dropping down to the 3 or 4 mark. Having kids possibly has a lot to do with that. If you don't keep on top of the little buggers, the place quickly goes to hell.

The cleaning cycle will generally be set by the person with the lowest index. The trick for the other flatmates is to simply accept that as a fact, and follow the lead of the clean freak. That will guarantee domestic harmony. When clean freak pulls out the vaccuum cleaner, it is time to get off the couch and start scrubbing the shower recess. Nothing irks another person like someone lying on the couch whilst you are cleaning.

The lowest index person also has to get used to the idea that no one else will ever take the lead when it comes to cleaning. They will always set the tone. They should never start saying, "Why am I always the one that starts the cleaning?" Just get over it - that will always be your role. Never complain about it - it just leads to unnecessary fighting.

Of course one way around all of this is to live with people who can afford to chip in to share a cleaner. That is the ideal solution. If you can afford it, don't waste any time thinking about it - just do it.

This should be enough to win me a Nobel Peace Prize. World harmony, here we come.

Not all its cracked up to be

I bought a Flavour Shaker a month or so ago. I was browsing through a cookware shop and added one to the expensive pile of thingys that I was purchasing.

I have not had a great deal of use out of it - mainly because we buy some very good boutique salad dressings, and the main thing I would use it for is to make salad dressing. I occasionally make a dressing of oil and vinegar, and it is the most marvelous thing for doing just that. It mixes the two together like....like.... diesel and ammonium phosphate. I used to make my dressing in any old jar that came to hand, but it was never very succesful. This thing is so much better.

Except for one problem. I think I gave it too much of a shake one day and cracked the lugs that seal the two halves together. It still works, but I just have to be careful when opening and closing it in case I get a lap full of oil.

I haven't used it as much as I thought I would, but with summer just around the corner, I figure it will be useful for making BBQ marinades.

They're an expensive gadget, and I wonder sometimes whether I ripped myself off by purchasing it. But I'm not complaining.

Money defeats organic farming in the end

From The Spectator:

Last week, a farmer pointed out to me that this will be the first year ever that more people will have switched back to conventional farming than will have gone organic. I do not know if he is statistically correct, but the trend is certainly there. The huge rise in the price of wheat makes it enticing once again to be a conventional arable farmer: your yield is double the organic one. Part of this rise results from the ecologically correct craze for biofuels, but more relates to the serious problem of feeding the world. Until recently, we were saved from a global food crisis by the technologically induced increase in yields. This has ceased, and will not resume without further technological change, such as GM. Not for the first time, the organic movement is exposed as a game for the rich. When there are hungry mouths, something else is needed.

This should annoy the hell out of the greenies. They have been on a roll in recent years, proclaiming that the world is going organic and the revolution is unstoppable.

Well, unstoppable until it runs into good old fashioned self interest.

Mess

Michael Duffy has written a very interesting article on mess this week. I tend to agree with most of what he says, although I wish he'd made a point about the difference between mess and rubbish. People seem to get the two confused, much to their detriment.

As a rule, I am messily organised. This photo shows my repository of day to day stuff. This is where I deposit my wallet, car keys, phone, camera, glasses and other things that I access several times per day. It's a mess, but there is no rubbish in this pile. I also know exactly where everything is. It might look like a disorganised pile of rubble, but I put this stuff back in this exact spot every time I am finished with it. So it is a messy pile of perfectly organised stuff.



I would class a true mess as someone that leaves their stuff all over the place in an unsystematic fashion. For instance, the type of person that is always losing their car keys because they can never remember where they put them down last. The random dumping of stuff wherever it takes your fancy is more than mess - it's psycho mess.

I worked with a bloke like that. My desk had a lot of paper on it, but it was all stacked into piles and I knew where every bit of stuff was and what its status was. He on the other hand had even larger piles, but everything was put down randomly and never culled. He simply let it build up and build up and never sifted through it to weed out that which was no longer required.

As a result, he was a disaster area. He never got anything done, as he was always losing his notes that would tell him what to do. Everyone was frustrated with him, and eventually grew to hate him. Not because he was a bad person, but because he was unable to deliver thanks to his complete absence of organisation and order. Things do not have to be neat to be organised. I think people confuse mess with disorder. I am an organised mess. I have met people who are frantically neat, but totally disorganised.

I feel little need to be neat, since it does nothing for me. Being organised is more important than being neat, and I won't sacrifice organisation on the alter of neatness.

When did "our stuff" become "my stuff"?

I was sitting on the bus last night and had time to ponder the meaning of the iPod. I bought one two years ago, and it has partly been treated as a "family" possession, not an individual possession. The thing is, that isn't really working. Because no one really owns it, it doesn't get used as often as I thought it would. That's mainly because you can't set it up to just play the stuff that you like, and avoid all the stuff that the kids like.

Yes, you can setup playlists, and you could have a playlist for each family member, but I like to play my stuff in random order. You cannot select a playlist and then have the contents played randomly (unless someone comes up with a hack for the iPod that does just that).

I suspect that is a deliberate design feature that Steve Jobs insisted on. He's a smart guy, and one way to sell more iPods is te ensure that they are not treated as communal property.

So much of our stuff used to be communal property - mainly because it was so expensive in comparison to our incomes. A measure of how rich we have become is the number of items that have shifted from communal use to individual ownership.

The phone is the most obvious example. When I was growing up, a household had one landline and perhaps only one handset in the house, and certainly only one number. It was shared between all members of the family, and the phone was normally placed out in an open spot in the house where everyone could access it equally. The hallway seemed to be a favourite spot - hence the popularity of small sideboards to hold the phone and drawers to hold the phone books.

Then came the idea of putting in multiple extensions, so that phone conversations were no longer public. Family members could retreat into the study or bedroom for a chat. Wireless was simply an extension of that idea, although all it really led to in my opinion was a lot of lost handsets.

Then came the ability to have multiple phone numbers in the one house, so that everyone could have their own line and own number. I don't think this ever really took off in Australia, but it seems to be a feature of every US teen movie. When we had just one phone line but multiple extensions, you still had to share the phone (and occasionally fight for it with brothers and sisters). Getting your own line took away even that basic interaction with other family members. Kids could suddenly retreat to their room and never emerge, but still interact with all their friends.

Mobile phones took that a step further. I don't think they ever went through a "communal" stage in the West. People bought them for themselves and never thought of sharing them. I still get a bit freaked when someone asks to use my phone - not that I am worried about bugs or anything, but it's a bit like being asked to share my toothbrush or my underwear. Psychologically, it is not an item to be shared.

The fascinating thing though is that phone conversations went through a period of "going private" - that is, people retreating to a separate room to talk - and now they have gone "horribly public" - with people bellowing very private things into mobile phones in full view of a train load of passengers. I hear things on the bus every week that I just don't want to know about.

Which is why I was thinking of an iPod. I was reading a bit of advice from an agony aunt, where a reader asked what he could do when stuck in a train carriage full of people yapping into their phones. She suggested getting a set of noise cancelling headphones and wearing them - using the iPod to listen to music being completely optional. I thought that if I am going to wear headphones on the bus, I might as well listen to something.

Which is how I connected the personalisation of iPods and mobile phones. I suddenly understood that trying to treat our iPod as family property went against the grain of the product, and should be avoided. It simply doesn't work that way.

I have to go shopping now. I am content now that I have a zen-like understanding of consumer items.

I work here - I don't want to be your friend

A good article here from the Times. I've had to suffer through a number of team building exercises at work, and they were all complete bollocks. I couldn't stand them.

The best team building events that I attended were drinks at the pub on Friday night, and they all happened after 5pm on our own time and were paid for out of our own wallets. Attendance was voluntary, so you ended up drinking with people that wanted to be there and were interested in drinking and talking about stuff. When people got sick of drinking or talking, they left. If people wanted to go clubbing all night, they bought some pills and went and hopped around until dawn.

I have no doubt that the closest teams that I worked with were those that got drunk together and carried on. They were also "self selected" teams, in that the teams were formed by like minded people. We were not squashed together by management and forced to get along. We got along because, well, we got along.

People like each other because of shared interests or shared experience, and because their personalities and beliefs are reasonably compatible. There was one bloke I worked with who I named "fuckwit", because in the office, that's what he was. However, he was actually not too bad once in the pub and out of the work environment. He could never be my friend, and we could never be part of a well functioning team because his behaviour when sober always destroyed any hope of that.

If you want to get a team to work together, you simply select those that will work well together. I read an article today about a sandwich shop company that has a simple employment test - the newbie spends a day in the shop, and the other staff vote on whether they get to stay.

I wish all workplaces employed that rule.

However, I do agree with the thrust of the article. We get paid to work, so one should simply work when in the office. All that other crap can wait until after 5pm.