Saturday, January 9, 2016

Lost in the Light Bulb Aisle


Wow, did I sleep in this morning -- until 7:45 a.m., which is ridiculously late for me. It felt great. I was really dragging this week, partly from jet lag, and I feel like now I may finally be past it.

I sat down last night and played around with Lightroom. Above is one of my first photo editing efforts. It's not quite right -- still too dark, though I want it dark around the sides, and the guy's feet are too close to the edge of the frame. But still, Lightroom is pleasant to use and pretty intuitive. In some ways it's like the old iPhoto, with similar slider controls and adjustments. A promising beginning, I'd say.

I took that picture yesterday evening at a local shopping center where I went to buy light bulbs. (I had to replace the ones destroyed by our poltergeist.) Why is buying a light bulb such a ridiculously complicated task? You should see the assortment. Here in England they seem even more bewildering than they do in the states, though that may be due to my own unfamiliarity with British voltage requirements and that kind of thing.

In what must surely be a hallmark of middle age, I once again found myself completely stumped without reading glasses. I was trying to read the specifications printed on the bulbs, but that writing is so tiny. I had to hand the bulb to a young, bearded sales assistant and have him tell me what it said. I still wound up buying one incorrect bulb, which I have to take back today.

I spent much of yesterday reading "Walking in Ruins," by Geoff Nicholson. It's a book about just what it says -- walking amid ruined structures, or ruined neighborhoods. It seemed at the outset like a dubious idea for a book, but it's really enjoyable, investigating the human aesthetic affinity for ruins and structural decay, and recounting Nicholson's own explorations of ruined areas. He can be funny, kind of Bill Bryson-ish. I'm about halfway through, and if you're any kind of walker or photographer or artist, especially with an appreciation for urban environments, I'd recommend it.

Friday, January 8, 2016

One Problem Becomes Another


The saga of the leaning bush has taken another turn. I called our property maintenance company yesterday and explained that something really needed to be done because we couldn't easily get in and out of the flat -- and emergency services, should we or the upstairs neighbors need them, couldn't either. I thought that might goad the landlord into immediate action.

And it did, but not in the way I expected. When I got home from work the bush had been pulled to the side and pushed down into the front garden -- so our walkway is clear, yes, but now there's a giant bush lying across our front landscaping.

Today I plan to follow up and point out that this isn't really a solution.

In other news, I've been getting the strangest spam e-mails lately. For several months I've been receiving daily weather and employment reports for Worcester (Massachusetts, I assume, though I suppose it could be England -- I've never opened them to find out). I can't imagine why someone has assumed I live in Worcester or that I am in need of a job there.

Yesterday I got one titled, "All Americans should have this flashlight bright enough to blind a bear!" (The exclamation point is mine, but that sentence needs an exclamation point, doesn't it?) It went on to assert that "Wide spread attacks inside the United States HAVE become a reality that's CURRENTLY being brushed off by mass media sources...to not cause panic." I'm not clear whether they mean bear attacks or people attacks, but in any case, their solution is to sell me a "military-grade" flashlight.

Thanks, but no.

(Photo: Another artful shopfront near Tottenham Court Road.)

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Plant Report, with Household Weirdness


Some very strange things are happening around here. Last night a shelf suddenly collapsed in our linen closet, very poltergeist-like, bringing down stacks of sheets. A light bulb exploded when I turned on our floor lamp, showering glass onto the floor. Dave had trouble with the oven, and the gas inspector (who came on his routine annual visit Monday) said our stove top is old and not up to standard.

I've already told you about the leaning bush, which I'm still trying to get the landlord to resolve. (We can't stake the bush ourselves because of its location, and besides, the landlord is responsible for maintaining the front garden -- we only do the back.) And finally, our daffodils are blooming -- at the beginning of January!

"This flat is falling apart!" Dave declared this morning. I suppose we can't really include the daffodils in that complaint, but otherwise -- yeah.


Speaking of plants, while I was in Florida I visited my two remaining stateside houseplants -- the ones I asked my brother to save from my Mom's yard when she sold her house. You may remember they have quite a history. The bird's foot cactus (rhipsalis) above is almost 40 years old, a gift from a woman who used to take care of my brother and me when we were children. I repotted it when I visited and it's now in my brother's back yard among his ferns.


And my purple heart sits at the side of his house near a fence. It would be much more purple if it got direct sun, but it's been in a shady spot for a long time.

Meanwhile, back in London...


By the way, everything went well with my talks to the eighth-graders yesterday. I have two more to do today, and then I can put this behind me for another year.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Tottenham Court Road


When I went down to the Apple Store on Sunday I was happy to find the Tottenham Court Road tube station had reopened. It's been closed for renovation and expansion for most of the past year.

I'd read that there was some controversy regarding the preservation of the tile murals that decorate the station. Dating from 1984, they were created by Eduardo Paolozzi, and when I walked through I was happy to find most of them are still there.


(These are just a sample. There are others on the train platforms and elsewhere.)

Turns out only some of the murals were affected by the renovations -- those on structures that were removed entirely -- and even they have been saved, apparently. I'm happy this station is functioning again. It's in a handy area in Soho and I use it a lot!

I have to be at school early this morning to talk to eighth-grade classes about interviewing, like I did last year. My journalism career continues to haunt me!

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Making Tech Progress


The computer situation has improved. I took my old and new computers to work yesterday, and borrowed a cable from the tech office that allowed me to connect them. With some advice from the techies, I was able to transfer my iTunes content and some other files, without transferring everything -- thus avoiding burdening my new computer with old files I don't need.

I also borrowed a cable to connect our computer and television, proving that our faulty connection is due to our ratty old cable. Time to buy a new one of those.

And finally, I borrowed an ethernet cable that allowed me to test our home Internet connection speed. I ran two tests at different times, and both of them indicate a download speed of about 16.7 MB, which according to BT means: "Good News! Your download speed is close to your connection speed." (Our maximum connection speed is apparently 19.7 MB.)

All I know is, we tried to watch "Downton Abbey" last night and had to give up 1/3 of the way through because the video stream kept stopping. I'm going to call BT today and see if we can get a new router or an additional one to boost our signal.

Aren't our tech woes fascinating?!

My jet lag, meanwhile, has not improved. I was up until 2 a.m. again, meaning two consecutive nights of about four hours' sleep. This has gotta stop.

While lying awake, though, I found a blog by John Weir, a writer I've long admired. I read several of his pieces and enjoyed them. He doesn't seem to post very frequently, which is a shame.

(Photo: Street art by Thierry Noir near Tottenham Court Road.)

Monday, January 4, 2016

A New Computer, and a Leaning Bush


Well, I did it. Yesterday I went out in the rain, down to Covent Garden, and straight to the Apple store, where I bought a new computer. Finally I can easily download my photos -- rather than repeatedly connecting, disconnecting and reconnecting my camera in order to prompt my balking, overheating processor -- and I can run modern photo software. Which I still have to learn how to use.

The new machine is roughly the same as my old one, though slightly smaller and lighter, owing (I suppose) to better technology. I bought the most powerful processor and memory I could.

There have already been growing pains, however.

I got incredibly frustrated yesterday afternoon trying to migrate my iTunes to the new machine. I still don't have everything moved over. (Why does this have to be so hard, Apple?) The Apple Dumpling (or whatever a sales person is called) who helped me at the store indicated that I could do a Time Machine backup to a remote disc and move everything that way -- but when I start Time Machine it wants to back up 713,000 items, a process that would take hours, and I know most of that is crap that I don't want on my new computer.

So this evening I'll head back to the Apple Store with both computers, seeking some advice.

Meanwhile, we have also learned that the new machine doesn't solve all our problems. We still have terrible connectivity with our weak WiFi, so I'll have to do some research with the ever-pleasant BT minions about that, and we can't easily connect to our television, perhaps because of faults in the cable or the TV itself.

Oh, and one more complaint -- why did Apple do away with iPhoto, and replace it with this silly "Photos" program that has no editing functions? There's no histogram, no way to adjust shadows, colors, definition or anything. Just "enhance," one button, and some Instagram-like filters. I do not want to trust the computer to know how I want my photos to look! (As I mentioned above, I'm switching to Lightroom anyway, but still.)


In other news, this (above) is going on. When we got back from Florida we found this huge bush leaning over our front walk, and yesterday it seemed to lean more and more. We've had a lot of rain and I think the ground is so soggy that the poor thing is just falling over. I've alerted the landlord, but meanwhile getting up and down the front steps is a challenge, both for us and for our upstairs neighbors. I hope the landlord can stake the bush rather than simply ripping it out.

Also, I had a terrible time sleeping last night. I was wide awake until almost 2 a.m. Curse you, jet lag!

(Top photo: Covent Garden, yesterday. Christmas decorations kind of turn my stomach at this point, but they're still up all over town.)

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The Dog Report


This was Olga last night, wrapped in her favorite pink blanket and crashed on Dave's lap. She's so happy to be home again. She slept like a rock all night (as did Dave and I) and at the moment she's out in the back garden eating grass and checking out two weeks' worth of foxy and squirrelly smells.

We didn't have any drama with the dog boarder this time, except that Olga's leash didn't come home with her. So hopefully they can find that. *sigh*

Oh, and remember my dad's yappy chihuahuas, Pinky and Manny?



Well, by the time we left, Dave and I apparently won them over. They were still yappy, of course, but not nearly as yappy as before, and both were learning to curl up and relax in our presence. (Above, they're on their favorite cushion, where they each adopt the same position. Pinky is above, Manny is below.) They even slept in our laps.

I guess I can understand my dad's affection for them. They are pretty cute, when they're not snarling and being awful.