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“H” is for “Hero”

Had a party themed on the letter “h” on Friday, courtesty of Marion, Claire, Lilt and Louise – who continue to win the prize for most bizarrely themed parties. It was v. entertaining for the brief period I was there, but most people seemed stupefied by my costume.

I admit that I was slightly lacking in… gusto… in preparing my costume, as it was a Friday night and I was knackered after a particularly long week… but my “Green Lantern” t-shirt and claims to be “Hal Jordan, a Hero” were not appreciated as fully in the spirit of things by, amongst others, the Audrey Hepburns, Honey-Bees, Helipads, Houses and Humbugs in attendance. There was even a Hammerhead shark. It was all very surreal yet quite enjoyable.

And amazingly, I didn’t take my camera, so Flickr photostream goes unappended…!

NAS makes me happy

Chris asked me about my NAS solution following his blog post about them.

I have a neat little Freecom box – after over a year working for Cisco and talking about their storage solutions, I guess I wanted more than was otherwise available over my network, and, more critically, I’ve recently swapped rooms and my would-be-fileserver is no longer physically connected to my switch/router directly, but via a WLAN.

The problem, therefore, was remotely accessing files off my PC, via two wireless links (from wireless laptop –> switch –> PC and back). It was a latency-filled nightmare and I just couldn’t get the data throughput I needed, even with a 54MBps WLAN. So… the need for a NAS drive.

Of course, the choice of drive was based purely on price and user reviews; I have a pure Windows network so I wasn’t worried about compatibility issues, simply that it worked in the way I needed it to, and the user reviews on Ebuyer and elsewhere were promising.

And it worked well out of the box: following plugging in the 250GB behemoth and sticking some fairly cumbersome drivers on each client machine I wanted to access the drive, it appeared “as local” on each machine, with far less latency than I had had to deal with previously. Of course, transferring the 40GB of music onto it was just too slow over the WLAN — and so I used the USB2.0 socket it had available to get it over more rapidly. The device can only be registered on one protocol at a time, so it disconnected from other machine for the brief periods I was overriding the NDAS functionality and treating it as a USB2.0 external drive.

The net result? I’m pleased with it. My MP3s and video files reside on it and are easily accessible. I have had problems with lag when dealing with different media players, but I believe this is as much a feature of the fact that my music collection is 40GB big and the database functions of these media players are lacking, as much as with inherent delay over my network. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that, latency wise, its only marginally worse than dealing with local files.

So; all good? No. The drivers are a beast – the LPX (“lean packet exchange”) protocol required by Windows is cumbersome and has caused instability in my desktop (although my laptop has had no issue). And wireless seems incapable of dealing with sustained data throughput in the same way that ethernet can, so there is occasional ‘clicking’ and lag, as well as brief periods of the drive disconnecting itself — although the software is good enough to deal with this reasonably seamlessly. And — a minor gripe — the box is quite big and slightly noisy. That said, with the switch in a separate room, I don’t really care, and my net storage situation is improved. I’d definitely recommend it…

Shayna and KP got married!

Lots, and lots, and lots of photos up on my Flickr photostream. Was a v. enjoyable celebration, and v. proud and happy for my cousin (and her groom, my new cousin-in-law).

Was a shame to have to rush back, but with another international wedding to attend this year, I’ve been using up my oh-so-finite allotment of leave.

Was great to see family on such good form – Baboo (Dhanisha) now fully capable of in-depth conversations! And no doubt Shayna will be able to return to those now that the stress and excitement of the wedding is over (for now)!!

P.s. I hate officious church… erm, officials. The “saviour” complex of these volunteers too often leads to priests being told what they can and can’t do by the “secretary of the church cheese collection committee” or some such, and (my particular vitriol) the enforcement of arbitrary restrictions on hymn choices which are too protestant in nature. Grrr.

Who needs 8 meg broadband?

…I do.

In the UK, my service provider, Bulldog, gives me amazingly quick eight meg broadband and I’ve been completely spoiled by it. Here, in Malaysia at my folks place, am stuck with a paltry one meg with Streamyx (which, bizarrely, costs only marginally less than Bulldog despite the fact that the Malaysian dollar is grossly devalued against the pound), and am getting frustrated with Flickr, that oh-so-good-but-apparently-bandwidth-intensive photo sharing service. Anyone have any idea how intensive on el bandwidth it really is?

Of course, it could be that Flickr’s servers are just far away, but I’m happier blaming Streamyx, who have been known to be rubbish in the past…

With all that in mind, photos of the wedding might have to wait till I’m back in 8 meg land on Monday…

Chimaera

Those of you who have been paying particularly close attention to the little Amazon plugin on the right hand side of my blog navigation will have noticed the veritable slideshow of books that I’ve been burning my way through recently. This is partly due to having been holed up in bed with a cold, and partly a renewed passion to extend my “research” into literary styles in a bid to improve my own writing capabilities.

Have just finished a fantasy series by Ian Irvine, which I actually had the good fortune to discuss with his editor at Orbit Books in London (an imprint of Time Warner) a few years ago. Whilst I hadn’t even heard of Mr Irvine at that stage, Tim Holman recommended him strongly and passed me the weighty “Geomancer” tome, which I duly proceeded to not read for three years – and just as well, as it is the first volume of a second series of books…

Anyway, I eventually got around it, reading both the “View from the Mirror” and “Well of Echoes” stories (about 5,000 pages of small print fiction!). Having got past the needlessly flowery language (why, oh why, do Fantasy authors feel the need to write in pseudo-Shakespearan language? Verily, it is tedious), I was struck by how deeply imaginative and courageous a piece of work it is. Particularly given that it is part of a genre which thrives on repeating staid formulas with new characters — and with a readership who are generally looking for nothing more than that.

The first story is more conventional, borrowing (I gather) from Feist in talking about different worlds separated by a barrier and a ‘void’, but the second – the “Well of Echoes” series – is truly different (erm, IMHO). Building on the story of the first trilogy, but wholly changing tack and tone, with no single valiant sword-carrying or magic wielding hero (but rather a collection of flawed misfits)… it is brave, and I felt ultimately successful. Frustrating that the last few pages of the books set up yet another series, which even the prodigious Mr Irvine must take a few years to complete.

As an aside, Holman and I had a long chat about the necessity of the highly stylised artwork that adorns the covers of much contemporary fantasy, and Tim (IIRC) was arguing that it wasn’t necessary and made the genre more niche in its appeal than it needed to be. Possibly this was my line of argument – in any case, that was the conclusion we reached… The “Well of Echoes” beautifully published, but highly generic cover art makes for much better book-shelf-eye-candy than the gaudily painted “View from the Mirror” series.

Not sure if I’ll ever end up writing fantasy. The amount of planning that has to go into a 2000 page story arc is extensive, and whilst I’d like to think I’ll be capable of it, I’m not sure I have the patience right now. And I need to develop a less concise writing style – but all interesting food for thought.

Home

So, I’m home: jetlagged like a beast but happy to be with parents (whose undistilled joy at having their kids visit is always nice… nothing like a bit of unconditional love ;)).

Have already managed my first roti canai since I’ve been back (it really is the best food in the world). Have also very briefly seen the bride-to-be, who was on great form, although complaining that she’d just had “five things done to her head simultaneously…” — ah, the collateral damage of weddings.

Running tech support for my family at the moment as well. Amazing how easily unsupervised computer technology can turn into scrap metal…

More will follow as more interesting things happen…!

On the general viscosity of sanguineus

Obviously in a particularly pretentious mood this evening, but what does it mean, the phrase “blood is thicker than water”? I’m glad its never been used against me, as I’d be forced to question it, most prodigiously. Egads, three episodes of Jeeves & Wooster and I’m sounding like Bertie already.

Anyway; I mean, obviously blood is thicker than water; but how has “water” come to signify non-familial relationships? It seems a bit odd; and particularly for someone (like myself) who has been happily enjoying a friendship circle that in many respects supplements my familial relationships… In any case, when you marry water, it doesn’t turn into blood by default, does it? The whole thing seems slightly subject to slightly arbirtrary shifts in perspective… And following a water-blood paradigmatic revolution… well, then. Well. Then. Well.

Anyway.

Tthe inspiration for this post, such as it is, is my cousin Shayna’s impending marriage to the stalwart and enigmatically initialled KP. Am massively, massively excited for cousin Shay and am only slightly dreading a 13-hour flight home, and me with a cold and all. The next few days should be fun, busy, and see me maniacally supplementing my Flickr-stream.

iTunes to my ears

It seems a long, long time since I remember buying an album, sometimes two, in a haze of Saturday afternoon activity in Buckingham, or, on an exceptionally exciting weekend, in Milton Keynes or Oxford, and racing back to my room to listen to the Cranberries, Green Day, Weezer, Foo Fighters or the Offspring or some such on repeat until several things had happened:

(1) I’d worked out my preferred listening order (Offspring: Smash would alwas be track 8… folllowed by 4… and so on)
(2) I’d started to work out the chords or main riff out on guitar of the album’s signature single
(3) I’d annoyed the hell out of everyone in the immediate vicinity

A combination of general distraction, concern with real-life issues like women, jobs, family and other related (and, indeed, crucial) paraphenelia of life, has had me completely unable to find the same passion in music recently. The fact that I share musical taste with angry 15-year-olds may have also contributed to my general disaffection with the art form… Bbut the iPod nano, and the necessarry iTunes, which I recently mentioned, seems to have begun to change all that, and my life is once again beginning to have a soundtrack.

My Last.fm page is gradually being populated, iTunes has registed that I listen to Katie Melua and Weezer far too much at the moment, and I’m struggling to find new bands that strike the same chord of disaffected passion that I enjoyed in the mid-90’s without whinging my ears off.

Its getting exciting once again! But those who know me will know how painful an admission it is that something from Apple, a company I regard as being more steeped in marketing and design than in technological innovation, is helping my life in any way. And Gem will hopefully be gratified that she’s chosen a brilliant birthday gift which I appreciate enormously!

I just miss having the wonderful idle time to focus on music that I did in days gone by. *Sigh*. I’m properly getting middle aged now.