Thursday, 25 November 2010
This BBC report is not news, but it's good to see confirmation. I know I've felt better and more relaxed since losing my job in June than I have for ages. I just love not having to get up to go to work in the mornings!
Unlike some other people, I don't measure my self-worth by the job I do, though that wasn't always the case. That's not intended as a criticism of those that do; it's just an observation which means I don't feel bad about not having a job. But when Imerge folded in June, I just started doing other things that I like, such as carving, volunteering at the local nature reserve, preparing fossils in Jenny's lab, and so on. I'm never bored and I never watch daytime TV.
It's lovely. I recommend you try it, the minute you can afford it. Unless, of course, you do measure your self-worth by the job you do, in which case, stick with it!
Actually, when visiting the old Imerge website to ensure the link above would work, I discovered that a couple of weeks ago the old firm was bought out by Prism Sound of Stretham, near Ely, which is fabulous news! I was heartbroken that such a terrific portfolio of products went down the tubes, so it's wonderful to hear that it's going to be resurrected. I lifted this quote from the Prism website, and it matches the philosophy we followed at Imerge exactly.
Measured and subjective performance are the highest criteria, followed by flexibility and ease of use. They are not expected to be cheap, but they are expected to do their job in a manner that leaves nothing to chance and nothing to be desired, year after year.
Posted by Rob Clack at 13:36
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
You might expect the Queen, as head of the church in England, to sniff haughtily at us godless folks, but no; in her speach to the General Synod yesterday, she was at pains to point out that atheists are not the evil bastards we're made out to be sometimes.
In our more diverse and secular society, the place of religion has come to be a matter of lively discussion. It is rightly acknowledged that people of faith have no monopoly of virtue and that the wellbeing and prosperity of the nation depend on the contribution of individuals and groups of all faiths and none.Well bugger me!
Also reported in the Guardian today.
Posted by Rob Clack at 17:55
I do realise it's probably just the faintest bit weird to think marine worms are cool, but my excuse is that in a previous millennium Jenny used to run a marine biology field course for first year students every other year, and I went along initially to drive the minibus. As I learned more about the animals, I eventually started giving the talk on marine worms, and I still think they are just wonderful.
So I was delighted today to run across this Ed Yong article on the Not Exactly Rocket Science blog.
The worm in question lives in deep water near the Philippines, where it swims rather above the sea floor,so avoiding bottom trawls, but below the depth at which mid-water trawls tend to take place, so it's new to science, and there seem to be quite a lot of them.
I'm pretty sure (OK, I'm guessing!) the similarity to Anomalocaris is completely coincidental.
Posted by Rob Clack at 15:05
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
I have often wondered how we might leave a clue of what we were about in case we manage to wipe ourselves out, and have never thought up anything remotely likely. This Discover blog has found someone who has!
On the other hand, at least some of his works seem to be done in granite, which is bloody hard and would certainly keep me busy with my hammer and chisel. Actually, I doubt I could do anything this good at all, but I still wish he'd managed to achieve smoother edges.
Maybe if he worked on a much bigger scale...
Posted by Rob Clack at 20:48
As it were. For the past six weeks or so my neck has been giving me gyp, especially early in the morning. At first I just took paracetamol, then I went to a physiotherapist three times, which seemed to help for a bit, but then it just got worse again. Last week I took it to the doctor, who sent me for an X-ray and specified some blood tests which will happen this week. No idea what that might tell him. Since it's worst around dawn, I figured it might be pillows, so I've been experimenting with those (thicker or thinner than usual), so far to no avail.
So today, after another bad night, I resolved to stop doing anything that might exacerbate the symptoms, which means, amongst other things, no volunteering at the nature reserve and no fossils work, as that involves peering down a binocular microscope.
But that doesn't mean I can't wander around the reserve looking at things, and today I'm glad I did that, even though it was a bit chilly.
Later I saw, at some distance, a marsh harrier being mobbed by a single rook. Sadly, it disappeared from view after a very few seconds, never to re-emerge.
Doug has put a tray of grit out in front of the Reedbed hide in the hope of tempting some bearded tits out of the reeds so folks can see them. Bearded tits, like many gramnivorous birds, keep some grit in their gizzard to help grind up the seeds they eat, so the idea was they'd pop out of the reeds to top up. They didn't, at least while I was watching.
After an hour, thoroughly chilled, I came home.
Posted by Rob Clack at 15:38
Monday, 22 November 2010
I've been taking part in the British Trust for Ornithology's Garden Bird Watch for well over a year now, and one thing I often have difficulty with is counting the number of house sparrows we have. We've put up several nest boxes for them, and they often feed at one of our bird feeders, but once there are more than about 10 of them, it's really hard to count them as they flit between the hedge and the feeder. See you you get on. I think there are eight sparrows in this movie clip.
Posted by Rob Clack at 14:05
Friday, 19 November 2010
Johann Hari has written an excellent article in the Indy today, which was a real eye-opener for me. I had no idea that the slaughter method used to produce halal and kosher meat is so cruel, and it turns out a quarter of the meat sold in the UK is prepared in this way.
In Britain, it is a crime to kill a conscious cow or sheep or chicken for meat by slashing its throat without numbing it first. The reasons are obvious. If you don't numb an animal, it screams as you hack through its skin, muscle, trachea, oesophagus, carotid arteries, jugular veins and major nerve trunks, and then it remains conscious as it slowly drowns in its own blood – a process that can take up to six minutes. So we insist that an animal is stunned before its throat is slashed, to ensure it is deeply unconscious. There isn't much humanity in our factory farming system, but this is – at least – a tiny sliver of it, at the end.But the rules for producing kosher and halal meat require the animal to be fully conscious while its throat is cut, and to pretend that this is not painful is simply to ignore the evidence.
And you might be surprised to learn that quite a few organisations use meat prepared in this way, presumably so they can comfortably part muslims and jews from their money. But of course, the meat is never labelled kosher or halal because the rest of us might just object to eating food produced with needless cruelty.
It is served unlabelled and as standard meat in Wembley Stadium, Twickenham, on all British Airways flights, at Nando's, Subway, KFC, Pizza Hut, Domino's Pizza and even swanky Ascot racecourse.We need to start making some noise about this. It really isn't acceptable to use religion as an excuse for cruelty to sentient beings. This isn't the 6th century.
Posted by Rob Clack at 18:54
Thursday, 18 November 2010
The main task was to clear sedge from where it was growing in the main flow of the stream, and cut back herbage on either side to get a bit more light to the water, and as you can see, that seems to have been successfully completed. I managed to avoid getting wet by accidentally leaving my wellies in the car, though I did have to don waders and replant some of the sedge plants elsewhere on the reserve later.
What you may not be able to see in the photo is that the stream has a series of posts driven into the ground along either edge, with withies woven between them and the space behind backfilled. This is what I was talking about in my last post. By making the channel narrower, the rate of flow is increased, reducing silting and keeping the stream suitable for fish like trout and bullhead.
Obviously with sedge growing there, the flow had been seriously impeded and it was important to pull it out. Once things settle down, the water will flow clear once more.
A satisfying morning's work, rounded off by my seeing a female merlin as I drove home. First time I can be confident it really was a merlin! Oh all right: a bit bigger than a blackbird, much smaller than a kestrel, dark brown all over, but definitely a raptor, with short neck, pointy wings and long tail. One of our bird books says to look for the heavily barred tail, but hey, I was driving at the time!
It crossed the road from my right about 3m up in the air, then turned parallel with the hedge that runs along the road, dropping to less than a metre above the ground and gliding most of the way to the entrance to someone's driveway, then banked sharply left and flew in there. I was coasting quietly behind it, so got a good view, though not of the tail bars, sadly.
Posted by Rob Clack at 16:34
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Three of us set to yesterday morning and by lunchtime had got it all sorted out. Doug wielded the chainsaw and the other two of us hauled away the logs, branches and ivy. It was a glorious morning and very satisfying to have some hard physical work to do for a couple of hours.
During a break I spotted the bracket fungus on a post driven into the streambed long ago. Twigs are woven between rows of posts and the space behind backfilled so as to narrow the channel and speed up the flow. This reduces silting up and makes the stream more suitable for trout and other chalk stream species.
Posted by Rob Clack at 10:39
Monday, 15 November 2010
It was Jenny's birthday the other week and we'd been talking for some time of arranging a day out just for the hell of it. Initially this was going to be London - take in a concert or something, visit an art gallery, find a nice restaurant for dinner and catch a train home around 10.
Then Jen decided a weekend in Manchester would be better. She's from there, so it makes sense, and we could go to the Lowry centre amongst other places.
There's slightly more to this saga. About 25 years ago I was working for a London based company who hired me out as a computer consultant to Barclays Bank in Knutsford. My employer had a deal whereby if you were working away from home for more than 3 months, they'd pay for a dirty weekend for you and your partner, and my boss recommended that we stay in the Britannia Hotel in central Manchester. It was brilliant, with the most amazing staircase which, at that time, was painted in pale blue and gold. We had a nightcap sitting in a settee on one of the landings, just gazing at the staircase and watching the world go by.
On Saturday morning we wandered around the centre of the city just for Jenny's old times' sake, then caught a tram to the Lowry Centre in Salford. The Lowry Restaurant in the centre is excellent, and we had very good lunch before going into the actual gallery. Over the river from the restaurant we could see the tower of a lifting bridge reflected in the windows of a modern office block. This is one of several photographs I took as the light changed.
The actual exhibition was a little disappointing. The well-known style is nice enough, but I found that I quickly reached saturation point and several rooms of Lowrys were more than I wanted. Jenny had hoped there'd be more very early stuff, before he developed his matchstick figures style, and I was hoping for more of the later seascapes.
After that we did the Imperial War Museum, which I suppose was our penance for having such an otherwise terrific weekend! We kept
snapping away as dusk fell, and I was particularly pleased with this end-on shot of the new swing bridge they're building there. The previous photo of it was taken from the viewing platform in the IWM tower, just so you can see what the arty-farty photo is about.
In the evening I'd booked us a table in The French restaurant in the Midland Hotel. I had looked at a sample menu online, so I knew when I booked that it was going to be seriously expensive, so I just hoped the quality matched the price. It did. We started by sharing a quail dish, accompanied by a half bottle of Sancerre, then Jenny had a lamb main course while I had beef fillet steak, with a bottle of claret to wash it down. All simply delicious and while we didn't come away thinking we'd found an absolute bargain, we nevertheless thought we'd had good value for money.
On Sunday morning we went to the Manchester Art Gallery although we could only allow ourselves an hour there, which wasn't remotely enough. We found a room dedicated to Adolphe Valette who was a French artist who taught at the Manchester School of Art in the early part of the 20th century. Among his students was one L S Lowry. There was also an exhibition of Pre-Raphaelite paintings, some of which featured in the TV programme about that group not long ago here in the UK.
We decided to idle gently back home across country, so around midday set out down the A6 , stopping for lunch at a pub, then continuing down through Chesterfield and Mansfield to Newark. There, we picked up the A1 and headed south and home, where I'd taken the precaution of buying in a half leg of lamb so we could have a roast dinner. Lovely!
Posted by Rob Clack at 12:32
Friday, 12 November 2010
I lifted this straight from PZ Myers. Please copy it to your own blog and sign the petition.
This is a message from Simon Singh:
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You can read more about the peculiar and grossly unfair nature of English libel law at the website of the Libel Reform Campaign. You will see that the campaign is not calling for the removal of libel law, but for a libel law that is fair and which would allow writers a reasonable opportunity to express their opinion and then defend it.
The good news is that the British Government has made a commitment to draft a bill that will reform libel, but it is essential that bloggers and their readers send a strong signal to politicians so that they follow through on this promise. You can do this by joining me and over 50,000 others who have signed the libel reform petition at http://www.libelreform.org/sign
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Posted by Rob Clack at 10:59
Not wanting to wait half an hour for the next one, we inspected the (extensive!) queue for a taxi, and opted to find a local restaurant for a quick, cheap meal, and catch a later train, so walked back up towards town. Eventually we decided a Chinese restaurant called Sesame looked hopeful, the menu on display by the door promising something different from what we're used to, so in we went.
Well it certainly was different! I had duck in a beer sauce, which turned out to be all those bits of duck you normally throw away. It had been dismembered with a cleaver, so there were lots of small chips of bone, and the actual chunks of animal consisted mostly of the joints, a bit of neck and a piece of backbone, none of it with much meat on. They'd obviously kept the meaty bits for themselves. There was a lot of it, and certainly the soup it was in was very tasty, but we weren't impressed by the duck.
Jenny's meal of battered and deep fried strips of lamb was rather better, but even so, I'd bet the meat they started with was breast of lamb, as there wasn't too much meat involved in that either, being mostly fat. Quite tasty, but unlikely to be healthy!
And then they could not accept a debit card, having had some problem with the equipment. Fortunately, I had a wallet full of notes, so could cope with that.
For all my whining it was cheap, the staff were cheerful and courteous and there was no unnecessary hanging around, so I've no real cause for complaint. I don't think we'll be back, however.
Posted by Rob Clack at 10:42
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
There are some wrist bands (oh, now necklaces, too) being sold in the US and Australia, and no doubt in the UK and online too, which claim to work with your body's natural energy to improve your balance, strength and flexibility, using holograms built into the devices which resonate with the natural energy field of the body.
It's complete bullshit, of course. Holograms can do nothing, and the term 'natural energy field of the body' is meaningless. This little movie takes it all apart very effectively.
Posted by Rob Clack at 10:54
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
We watched Nigel Slater the other night for the first time ever, and he showed a recipe using mashed butternut squash to top a shepherd's pie, instead of mashed potato. I was inspired, and tonight made my own version. If you're not familiar with bobotie, I'd suggest you make that first, before trying this variant. It's not for nothing that bobotie would be a hot contender for South Africa's national dish!
Posted by Rob Clack at 19:53
Monday, 8 November 2010
They're a second early called Vivaldi and were introduced by Thompson & Morgan, and are completely delicious.
I've not treated my potatoes very well this year, and the main lot outside were pretty dud. Then some of the stems of these in the greenhouse got mould and started to go slimy and disgusting, so instead of waiting for Christmas, I harvested them yesterday.
We had a roasted wild duck with sour cherry sauce, and boiled up all the tiny potatoes you always get, just as new potatoes. Just delicious, as I said, and the catalogue claims they are also good for almost any other cooking style.
So here's what I did and what went wrong. I had six 70 litre compost bags outside, each with three or four seed potatoes at the bottom. I start with about 15cm compost, then, as the shoots emerge, earth up continuously, unrolling the bag as I go, until the bag is completely full of compost. The idea is that the plants keep adding new layers of tubers, so you end up with a massive crop. This is really only effective with maincrop potatoes, so I had high hopes of my King Edwards, and less for the Dunbar Rover, which is a second early.
So first, I somehow failed to punch drainage holes in one of the bags, so although the plants grew, when the wettest August on record started, the bag filled with water and everything rotted. This did rather highlight the fact that I'd not been watering as diligently as I should, or I'd have had that problem much earlier!
Then I didn't feed them properly. I should have been giving them a high potash feed to encourage root growth, where in fact I gave them a general purpose fertiliser, and not enough of that.
Finally, when I did harvest them, we found that quite a few of them have become what is called glassy. I've not seen glassy potatoes since I was a child, and I'm still not sure how to avoid it. It's reputed to be caused by the tuber starting to grow a shoot and roots in its own right, as if to make a new plant. As the shoot develops, it uses the starch in the tuber as its own food source, the flesh goes somewhat translucent, and no amount of boiling will render the thing soft. Worse, it is either entirely flavourless or tastes disgusting. You end up with a greyish, crisp, tasteless (if you're lucky!) potato with little or no nutritional value. Yuk!
The mistake with the Christmas potatoes was to start them off in the greenhouse in July. It was far too hot, and the leaves got scorched and probably grew much too fast, too. They shot up to the roof, then collapsed over sideways, which I think was the cause of the mould that eventually infected several of the plants.
Next year I plan to buy proper planters from T & M, instead of using old compost bags, to feed and water more assiduously, and to start the Christmas potatoes off outside and only move them into the greenhouse in September or October when there's a risk of frost.
But I will definitely be growing Vivaldi again! Yum!
Posted by Rob Clack at 15:33
It was Jenny's birthday last Wednesday, and she decided she wanted to go to the Red Cow at Chrishall for the weekly dining excursion. Generally no-one has much of an opinion of where to go, so if anyone says "What about there?" that tends to be enough. I was slightly apprehensive because I'd heard the pub had changed hands, and we didn't know if it was still as good as it had been, but I'm delighted to report that it is still excellent!
There were eight of us, which meant we tended to split into two groups of four, but that was fine and we all had a good time.
Wednesday was particularly successful for me, too, as I was finally (and only just in time!) inspired to make a piece of jewellery for Jenny. I'd been casting around for something to make her for weeks, but nothing interesting occurred to me until Wednesday morning, when a design for a ring popped into my head.
As you can see, it's pretty simple, so I was able to make it in the afternoon in time to hand it over that evening. That's my hand in the photograph, not Jenny's, of course.
The stones are cubic zirconium, cut just like diamonds and in fact, indistinguishable from the real thing without specialist equipment. I have to say, I'm pretty pleased with the result, and Jenny was, too. In fact, the manager of the local branch of Cambridge Wine and a member of her staff both liked the ring enough to enquire about copies. I might just do that, given the horribletude of the weather today!
Posted by Rob Clack at 15:11
Friday, 5 November 2010
I'm grateful to Greg Laden for posting this and I like it enough to want to share it with you!
Posted by Rob Clack at 16:18
“Drongos are notorious thieves and mimics. In South Africa, I spent a morning with a meerkat researcher, following live meerkats. He said that he had anecdotal evidence that the fork-tailed drongo would sometimes mimic the predator alarm calls of meerkats while they were foraging and then swoop down to nick their unearthed morsels.”Now a Cambridge PhD student, Tom Flower, has demonstrated that it really is true.
The drongos use a combination of alarms. Some are their own, but others are imitations of the warning calls of glossy starlings, crowned plovers and pied babblers. Foraging animals often form watchful alliances, where different species recognise and listen out for each others’ alarms. If one spots danger, the entire alliance runs for cover.So the drongo can give a glossy starling alarm call and the meerkats scurry for cover, leaving the bird to collect the food. Neato!
Posted by Rob Clack at 11:02