Tuesday 28 December 2010

Three CDs

I received three CDs for Christmas this year. They nicely surmise my musical tastes, which are fairly broad. Compare and contrast...

Euphoria - A Decade Of Trance Anthems

Has it really been a decade? That's a long time, I am so old.

Euphoria's first TV advert changed the make-up of how compilations could be presented. In a pioneering  move it featured just one track. Faithless' "Insomnia" reaching the climax of its breakdown just as vertical lines on the screen slowly became the letters spelling out its title.

Apparently that was autumn of 1999 and I can remember it. I guess I was 19. Back in the day I glimpsed how this music should be done: big rooms, sweeping coloured lasers and groups of people being brought together in an overriding sense of elation. But music has changed since then, those days are gone. Instead of mostly European DJs playing the sort of music that made people happy and brought them together, we get mostly American DJs and rappers telling everybody how cool they are. For a while I thought I could go out and experience those times again, that the only thing stopping me was that I didn't go clubbing so often. I assumed that when I did go clubbing I was just missing the good clubs, playing the sort of music I wanted. But I now realise that that music is in the past.



Bach - the Art of Fugue & Musical Offering
Recently I have started re-reading GEB, which inspired me to ask for this CD. The book makes innumerable references to Bach, and these works in particular. They are exemplars of Bach's fugal writing, a style which didn't stay in fashion much after his death. Unlike the other CDs I got, I didn't know any of the tracks on this one before I got it (apart from the snippets discussed in GEB) and I wouldn't exactly describe them as catchy. Having read a little about these pieces before I listen to them I know the sort of techniques Bach uses to construct these pieces from their subjects. Having played several Bach fugues I know in general terms how they are put together, but I also know that these have extra special tricks in them, like inversion, augmentation and all that gubbinry. This music is the sort of music where I want to set time aside to listen to it - I don't want to be multitasking trying to do something else at the time. It deserves my full attention so I can try and pick out all the subject entries and the clever things Bach is doing (surely a difficult task). That is not to say that I don't put it on and do something else - I am listening to it now as I write this, but out of all the CDs, this one has the most to reveal under close scrutiny.

Ludovico Einaudi - Nightbook

This was the only music I got that had a title - the others simply have descriptions of the contents. (You could argue "Euphoria" is a title - but it is billed that "Euphoria" is the artist (being an ongoing range of compilation CDs) and "A decade of Trance Anthems" is the title of this one.) Nightbook is also the most "poppy" CD I received. Even though it is "classical" is style (I heard about it on Classic FM) I feel it reaches to the broadest audience and comes in nice bite-size pieces each 3-5 minutes long - convenient for the modern busy listener.

Jean-Luc Picard loves his Shakespeare, and introduced me to the concept of Method acting when he discusses Data's performance of Henry V. As I understand it, in regular acting the actor simulates the emotions their character is supposed to be feeling by changing their voice and waving their arms around and stuff (see emoting). Whereas in Method acting the actor feels the emotions first and then uses this in their portrayal of the character. They do this by drawing on their own past experiences. So we have a choice between which comes first, the emotions or the portrayal, and we can also consider which makes the better acting. But that is not a question for me to tackle - I don't really get acting. I much prefer films with a car chase and gratuitous nudity.

One can ask if there is a parallel situation with music. Do I listen to chill-out music when I am already chilled or to relax me? Do I listen to my banging rave anthems when I want to do something frantic (e.g. Starcraft!) or when relaxing too much would be dangerous (motorway driving)? In my case, I reckon I listen to my dance music when I want to be alert and on the ball, but I don't listen to chilled music to relax. I reckon when I get chance to relax I am going to chill out whatever I am listening to. I don't think I listen to happy music to make my happy, and I certainly don't think anybody would listen to "sad" music with the intention of getting depressed. I reckon that the reason bands like the Manics and Radiohead are associated with depression and suicide and whatnot, is because people are depressed anyway and choose music that might strike a chord with what they are feeling. And it is a special thing to experience an emotional connection with someone through music.

Sunday 26 December 2010

Brie

I just enjoyed a lovely meal of leftover ham together with cheese and crackers. The cheese was a selection of favourite British cheeses.

  • Cornish Brie
  • Mature Cheddar
  • Wensleydale with sweetened dried cranberries (aka Wensleydale with cranberries)
  • Blue Stilton
  • Red Leicester
Apparently Brie is Cornish now. You learn something every day.


Tuesday 21 December 2010

Could only happen when it is cold outside.

Within the space of an hour this afternoon I discover that the boiler is broken and the car wouldn't start. This was about 3pm. I had been looking forward to my trip to asda for a couple of days - I could get out of the house away from the crazy kids, and now I couldn't go. This made me a bit glum. Either one of these events would be enough to put a downer on things, but with both together you feel like there is some sort of conspiracy again you. So I played a bit of Super Monkey Balls Banana Blitz, and then came to the conclusion that I couldn't put it off any longer and had to call some people to help me out. The breakdown people say they will get here at 18:50. That's like four hours away, but at least I get to stay in the warmth.

The boiler isn't completely knackered, which is something. You can only get hot water when the heating is on. Next, I pick an advert in the Yellow Pages for a boiler, I thought it would be a safe bet to choose a really big one that says "one hour response" on it. One hour response, remember that. So I call them up and the first day they can come out is the 30th of December. That is like 9 days away. I guess we will have to spend Christmas turning the heating on and off all the time so that we can shower and wash up and not roast to a crisp.

At about 430 we get a call to say the breakdown guy will be here with in 8 minutes. So I wait 6 minutes and go out to start scraping away the ice from the car. After another 10 minutes a big car rolls up. I see the driver fiddling with some paper and wearing a yellow high-visibility vest. This got my hopes up, I keep looking over and scraping away. The driver gets out, says "evening" and walks into his house. Grr...

After another 15 minutes I go back into the house because it is freezing. But then things start to get a little better. The guy actually turns up and gets the car going, then I get to go to Asda and do some shopping.

Asda is always interesting. I decided to turn down the Asda basic range shaving foam (68p) - I would be too scared to put that mixture of chemical fun on my delicate skin. I did risk the budget branflakes. We will have to see what they are like.

On a completely unrelated note, in the NFL game last night Gary Imlach says to Mike Carlson, "At the risk of giving you possibly the funniest straight line of your career, Bill Belichick freezes the balls before practice". Funny in and of itself, but I am still trying to work out what the response is supposed to be.

Sunday 19 December 2010

Return of the Rustic Chicken

Well, not exactly. Our second choice in the two-for-one offer was "paprika chicken". This one wasn't one-pot cooking, instead you only put the chicken and spices in the bag (no vegetables). So I had to make mash and veg separately. It tasted like paprika chicken, I can't complain about that. And this time I noticed it said to serve, cut the side of the bag and take the chicken out through there. So that was a bit easier than the rustic chicken.

But I feel cheated. It was a reasonable meal, but I can't help feeling I am paying through the nose for a plastic bag and some spices. I could have got the same meal by putting some chicken legs and thighs on a foil covered tray and covering liberally with paprika (from a jar).

Like the whole advantage of the chicken we saw in the free sample at Sainsbury's was that it was one pot cooking. You put it in the oven and forget about it until it is time to serve it. Grr...

In conclusion, and in comparison to the rustic chicken...

  • It was a nicer meal.
  • As a cooking cheat/convenience it utterly fails.
On the other hand, I had a rice-crispy marshmallow snowman with dolly mixture buttons and eyes with my tea. Awesometastic!

Thursday 16 December 2010

Vitamin DD

I recently stumbled across this nugget and just had to share it. Now when you see a man gazing intently across the room, don't worry - he is just getting his RDA of vitamin DD.

Sunday 12 December 2010

White bread is better than brown bread

Brown bread is what people ate before they knew how to make white bread.


The evolution of bread


Unleavened bread

Brown bread

White bread

Sliced bread

However you have to be careful with this sort of argument, or you may end up thinking that a pot-noodle is the pinnacle of pasta cooking.

Monday 6 December 2010

Carrots



Got given a free taster of a chicken recipe thingy in Sainsbury's the other day. It was quite nice and on offer, so we bought a couple. The idea is that you put your (raw) chicken and your vegetables in a bag, then put the bag in the oven and bob's your uncle. Today we had the first one, "Rustic chicken". Let me give you a brief review.

Pros.

  • Easy to prepare. 
  • Tasted alright. 
  • The chicken was tender. 
  • Beans were alright.

Cons.

  • Some potatoes were not cooked enough, but others were fine. I guess I should have turned it over half way through or something.
  • The carrots were not so well cooked. Again that may have been my fault. Should have cut them up into thinner slices.
  • It was quite difficult to serve. Tried spooning it out, but that isn't very easy with massive green beans in there. Tried tipping it out onto the plate, but only succeeded in getting the cooking juices everywhere.

In conclusion it gives you an easy, tasty meal with not a lot of washing up. I think it would be better the next time as I can learn from my mistakes.

Clarkson
I don't agree with Jeremy Clarkson on many issues, but carrots are one of them. I want to see a massive glow-in-the-dark dildo of a carrot. The kind of vegetable you could club somebody to death with. We do not like dirty wrinkly organic carrots, where there is nothing left once you have peeled them.


Nice carrots Rubbish carrots


Which neatly Segways me to another favourite topic: GM foods. GM food is great, but we seem to have forgotten why it is here. Several years ago this new idea appeared in the mainstream media (I am thinking of Tomorrow's world), perhaps it had already been around for a while. The idea was that we could use "science" to do faster what people had already been doing for thousands of years by selectively breeding crops: to produce bigger, faster growing, more resilient (to pests and climate), juicier, tastier (in short: better) varieties. (Oh dear, I seem to have overused a certain piece of bipartite punctuation.)

The reason for developing the GM technologies was to help starving africans, to grow crops in arid, famine stricken lands where not a lot grows. We can develop crops so that the people that live in these parts of the world can feed themselves more easily. However, that seems to have been completely forgotten, the only noise we here about GM now is when it is grown in the UK and the USA. I have absoltely no idea if people are trying to grow GM crops in the otherwise unfarmable parts of africa. Like most new ideas, it only really gets going when we work out how to use it to make rich people richer (or fat people fatter).

I once told a friend something I had heard not long before on this topic, unfortunately I didn't quite get the quote verbatim. I said, "Give a starving man some rice and you can feed him for a day, give him a spade and you can feed him forever." Lee thought I was making a joke about black people.

And on that bombshell...

Saturday 4 December 2010

Sophism

Thing is right, I am quite nervous about this whole blogging business, I don't see how any good can come out of it. Perhaps it was all those Terms and Conditions. Apparently the only thing that happens to bloggers is that they lose their job and/or get sued. Neither of which particularly appeal to me. Perhaps I will inadvertently reveal that I used to be a trolly-dolly for Triangle Airlines or that I spent my youth trying to build the perfect woman out of Lego. I certainly wouldn't want to reveal my employer or other personal details (for example: one of the digits in my credit card number has a curve in it when written in some fonts). Some people might make money out of adverts on blogs, but that is not for me. For one thing I would have to worry about finding interesting content that people want to look at. I ought to use my blog as a cause for Good: to educate and inform, to cast the spotlight on injustice and generally make the world a better place for everybody. But it will probably just turn into a list of what I ate.


Perhaps I ought to make some sort of disclaimer: The facts contained in this blog are not necessarily true, nor are the opinions herein expressed necessarily those of the author or anybody else who may or may not have existed. Moreover, I, the unreliable narrator in this venture reserve the right to alter without notice, any, all, part or none of my opinions. Not only that, but the existence and content of this blog does not indicate that my opinions ever coincided with those expressed here at any point in the past, or will do so in the future. Indeed, due to the quantum nature of the universe, how can we be sure of anything. (Oooh, quantum mechanics, that is a good topic for a future rant.) In fact, I, personally, was born in Southampton, Hartlepool, Eastbourne, Fife, Folkstone, Ipswich, Edinburgh, London and Dundee all at the same time, due to the fact that my mother (who had recently heard that tea bags were on sale in the Co-op) was moving at 97% the speed of light, and consequently her eigenstate was spread over much of the mainland UK, or would have been were it possible to measure such things. Only having one field for "place of birth" on the birth certificate is so constraining. One thing, however, is certain: under the coalition government, everything, and nothing, is posimpible.


Pork chops for dinner tonight.

Friday 3 December 2010

My very first blog

Oooh, how exciting. I get to write my very first blog thingy.

As suggested by my friends colleagues, I created a blog. I get to tell the world what I had for my tea and everything. Awesometastic. It won't be very interesting I guess, but those who know what is going on, and have that magical "background knowledge" could garner extra meaning from the posts. Just try reading the posts in the style of your favourite TV character - I suggest Smiler from "Last of the Summer Wine".



Anyhoo, ranto primo...

1. Google says you can get started on your new blog in 5 minutes. But then give you reams and reams of terms and conditions to read. (But nowhere near as much as Apples 19 pages - which is the worst I have seen). I wonder how many words per minute you would have to read to digest all those T&Cs in 5 minutes? I very much doubt Smiler could read them aloud in that time.

2. This blog post editor thingy has a built in spellcheck. That seems most useful. Is it wrong to expect that a spellchecker on a blog site would know the word "blog"?

That is all.