Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Trolley 66

One of two passed the other day on the Sainsbury's side of the West Road footbridge over the railway line to Waterloo. The other one had been one of the larger models and had presumably been returned to Sainsbury's by a public spirited resident of West Street or its environs, on his way to Sainsbury's on his own account. I say his as I believe that this particular sort of public spirit is probably a male preserve.

No security device on any of the wheels, active or inactive.

The coloured object is my umbrella, rather than litter.

PS: there are two of the larger models which have been on the wrong side of the fence to the railway side of the alley leading to Sainsbury's for months if not years now. I still harbour ambitions to do stuff with poles and ropes, but I worry about the pole. A 12 foot scaffold pole would probably do the job nicely, but would be far to heavy & conspicuous to carry about, while a wooden pole which was significantly lighter might snap under the strain, possibly with unpleasant results.

Monday, 30 January 2017

Justice continued

I noticed a shooting by police on the M62 earlier in the month at reference 1.

Checking this morning, I find that there has been google silence since then, but I am pleased to be able to report that the affair does exist on the IPCC website at reference 2, although at this stage it does not offer much beyond the fact of an ongoing investigation. Nothing about when this investigation might make any kind of a report. Hopefully I shall remember to keep watching this space.

I might say in passing that the web site maintained by the IPCC is pleasingly low key, giving the entirely proper impression that the message is more important than the package it comes in.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/justice.html.

Reference 2: https://www.ipcc.gov.uk/.

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Wayfoong

Some weeks ago I was moved to buy a copy of 'Wayfoong', a commemorative history of HSBC, published on the occasion of their centenary in 1965. Something of a picture book, with words by Maurice Collis, a Dubliner who became a colonial civil servant in Burma, returning to England between the wars to become a writer, largely but not exclusively about Burma and the Far East. Not for the first time, having read this book, it strikes me that Collis, while writing with considerable knowledge and on matters which are interesting, is not a very good writer and his prose is oddly flat. Perhaps he never stopped being a civil servant.

The gentleman illustrated is How-Qua, sometime principal of the Hong merchants of Canton. Clearly an eminence, but I have no idea what such a principal was or did. The first of many interesting pictures from the past of HSBC in what was then called the Far East; the Far East of Conrad where banks sometimes crashed, taking the savings of better-deserving mariners with them. See 'The End of the Tether', to which a serious introduction is provided at reference 2.

I completely failed to grasp how the characters chosen for HSBC were pronounced 'Wayfoong' and meant abundance of remittances. Although it does seem that, despite various ups and downs, HSBC was a very profitable business, not least because of their skill in managing the currency, then based on the fluctuating fortunes of the Mexican silver dollar. And big government loans.

I also completely failed to grasp how HSBC could rise again so quickly from the ashes of the second world war, during most of which most of the bank was in the hands of the Japanese. Clearly a second read is indicated.

I was interested to see in the original prospectus, included as Appendix A, that one of the original sponsors of the bank was one Arthur Sassoon of Messrs D. Sassoon Sons & Co, the very same family which was later responsible for Siegfried Sassoon. See reference 1.

Another connection was BH's paternal grandfather, who spent time on a gun boat on the Yangtze, at a time in the 1930's when that was how we did business with the Chinese. We still have the snaps - and some other souvenirs. With, according to google, America, Britain, France, Germany, Italy, Portugal, and Japan all playing their part, all sending in their gun boats. While I didn't even know that Portugal had any. It's a wonder the Chinese don't bear more grudge than they appear to.

To be contrasted with the more widely known commemorative volume published by Shell, a few years before this one, called 'The Scallop'. A lavishly illustrated book about the scallop and its place in cultural history, with chapters written by all kinds of eminences. But a book which is in no way a history of the company. Vanity publishing of the very best quality.

Reference 1: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/sassoon-not.html.

Reference 2: http://webdoc.sub.gwdg.de/edoc/ia/eese/artic98/nustedt/9_98.html.

Saturday, 28 January 2017

Suburban bliss

Household fires were part of our childhood, on both sides. MIL even had a maid to light her's in her childhood, to the point where she got into trouble for not knowing how when she joined up. Whereas I did all kinds of incendiary things as a child and knew all about fires, domestic and otherwise. I dare say I could still light a decent fire, even now.

Then, as a married couple we went through various phases. Burning logs in the grate from our landlord's trees. Burning coal in the grate of my childhood. Burning anthracite nuts in an enclosed stove - a handsome foreign stove which cost more in nuts than the rest of the house cost in gas and electricity.

And now we have settled down to the convenience of a gas powered fake fire. No coal, no mess, a modest amount of heat (the same as a one bar electric fire of old) and a remote control. The business end of the control can be seen peeping out of the bottom of the grate. All very comforting & comfortable to read at when convalescing from the flu.

Particularly since, outside this afternoon, we had a sharp cloud burst lasting perhaps half an hour and involving a modest amount of sleet or hail. During which it was very pleasant to be inside, in front of the fire, fake or otherwise.

PS: BH is still rearranging the fake coal lumps from time to time. And when we get tired of that, we can change the lump style to logs. Or even pebbles, but I am not sure about that one.

Executive orders

Being the subject of much chatter in the press, I thought I would look up executive orders, to find that there is plenty of the stuff out there, with most presidents issuing a few hundred of them in their ten year stints but with Roosevelt, exceptionally, issuing a few thousand. Numbered sequentially, presumably from the very beginning, with Trump's order about Obamacare being EO.13765.

The previous two, the last throws of the Obama administration being 'Providing an Order of Succession Within the Environmental Protection Agency' and 'Amending the Civil Service Rules, Executive Order 13488, and Executive Order 13467 To Modernize the Executive Branch-Wide Governance Structure and Processes for Security Clearances, Suitability and Fitness for Employment, and Credentialing, and Related Matters', these last obtained by typing 'executive order 13764' into google and getting wikipedia.

The government websites are all present and correct but are a little harder going.

For old executive orders, one has https://www.archives.gov/federal-register/executive-orders, with the list given here appearing to stop someway through the reign of Obama.

I learn that several of Roosevelt's orders appeared to be to do with waiving statutory retirement age for important officials during the second world war.

Then, it seems that the drill is to publish those orders which are not classified in an organ called the 'Federal Register' - a sort of upstart version of the 'London Gazette', and containing all kinds of stuff about the routine business of government, in addition to the executive orders of present interest. It can be found at https://www.archives.gov/federal-register.

Another source, from which the snip is taken, is the Government Publication Office which yields the rather long winded 'https://www.gpo.gov/fdsys/browse/collection.action?collectionCode=FR&browsePath=2017&isCollapsed=false&leafLevelBrowse=false&ycord=0'.

So what with public and private sites, it is all there.

Presumably secret orders are given away by gaps in the numbering system, as you can't have an order without a duly allocated number. Or do they have a special series of secret numbers?

PS: a few days later: the government machine now seems to have caught up a bit and we have reference 1. All nice and tidy. But no order 13769 yet. Maybe that will turn up later today (Monday).

Reference 1: https://www.federalregister.gov/executive-orders/donald-trump/2017.

Electoral death

According to the Guardian it is a peculiar feature of British political life that the electorate wants and expects Scandinavian style public services while paying US style taxes, with the corollary that it is electoral death for any party that tries to explain that if you want services, they have to be paid for.

So it will be interesting to see how things pan out here in Surrey, where the conservative leader of the council has announced that, in the absence of an adequate level of central funding, he needs to raise domestic rates by 15% in order to pay the social care bill arising from the increasing numbers of old people who need such care. In order to do this, under the rules brought in by his own party, he has to put the matter to a local referendum, which he proposes to do.

The local Labour leader has reacted with outrage while the local Liberal Democratic leader has not done much better.

While I, still firmly Old Labour, am content to pay more local taxes for such a purpose. It may not be ideal, but at least this is a rich county and we can afford to make up the shortfall of central funds. If common sense cannot prevail in a rich and well educated place like Surrey, what chance of moving the tax or spend debate onto a sensible level in other parts of the country?

PS: if I were a member of the Labor Party, I might return my party card if outrage was the best that they could do. Then what, I wonder, is the view of the crow himself? Or perhaps thought and policy on such a matter is too much like hard work: much easier and more comfortable for him to bang on about easy targets like Trident.

Friday, 27 January 2017

Night manager

We recently finished watching a Christmas present, the BBC version of 'The Night Manager', a six part series of the old sort of which we had not previously been aware.

Greatly helped along by the presence of two very personable male leads - Hugh Laurie and Tom Hiddleston, with the latter having first come to our notice with a fine performance in 'The Deep Blue Sea', noticed at reference 1.

In essence an updated version of the Bond formula: British agent, a sort of Superman or Batman in mufti, overcomes world-class villain, getting quite badly bashed about in the process. Quite a lot of lady flesh, misogynistic to the extent that the ladies take more of a bashing than the the gentlemen, at least in so far as close up photography is involved. Lots of toys. Lots of exotic locales, but they fail to manage without using subtitles to tell us where we are. A big failing to my mind.

Perhaps with an eye to the US market, lots of bumbling Brits. and worse in high places. Olivia Coleman very likeable, if very unlikely, as the chief lady policewoman. Nice line in regional accent.

All quite gripping to watch, even if the plot seemed a little silly in the cold light of day.

There was also, to my mind, some serious content. How far is it right for an agent on the good side to go to bring down the bad side? And then, how much trust can the chief of the bad side put in his people? How can he be sure, without the corrosive influence of visible lack of trust? How can he be sure of his own bodyguards? The age-old problem of quis custodiet ipsos custodes, in spades. Much easier, to my mind, for the good side to keep tabs on their people, people who are likely to have pensions and family and whose history is mostly on the record. Plus, the good side has access to the all the forces of law and order. Not to mention the Home & Trump Departments.

I am reminded that Le Carré came from a broken home and that his own father was a con-man and crook, which probably explains his abiding interest in trust and breaches of trust.

PS: I think we lost something by watching it over a small number of days, rather than the small number of weeks intended. But we lack the self-discipline to do that with a DVD.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/the-unfinished-journey.html.

Trolley 65

First spotted on the pavement of Stones Road (on the way to the tunnel to Screwfix) over a week ago, still there when I finally return to the scene today, albeit moved off-pavement.

A Wickes trolley, so a first. A very heavily built trolley, remarkably awkward to push, until I got around to reading the instructions which said pull not push. That was not great, but it was a great deal better than pushing, and the chances of driving the thing into a stationary car were much reduced.

I noticed that at the Wickes trolley park they had facilities for chaining the things up at night - something I had not been aware of Sainsbury's doing - and wheeling all their trolleys inside the shop every evening would be quite a chore. An  unlikely chore.

On the other hand, I learned in the margins of returning this trolley to Wickes, that Sainsbury's log the pick rate of the people they use to fulfill online orders. Let's hope that such rates are just one part of management, with a significant & sustained fall attracting supervisor attention. Not part of a sustained whip-cracking exercise, worthy of an (unsolicited) call centre, complete with overhead walkways for patrolling supervisors.

Thursday, 26 January 2017

A bout of top down thinking

The argument

An example of the interaction between top down and bottom up processing. In matters of taste, what gets decided by the tongue and what gets decided by the brain?

Setting the scene

Having been laid up with a dose of flu for the last few days, I have been off my tea, something which happens quite often when I am not terribly well. Sometimes even a smell of fish about it during the making, a smell which is sometimes the harbinger of the arrival of illness, before being its accompaniment.

However, noticing that we were getting towards the bottom of the caddy prompted me, for some reason, to inquire into the brand of tea, to learn that it was Clipper, rather than the Yorkshire (of reference 3) we had been using before that. With my understanding being, without having checked, that Clipper was a fair trade operation rather than a tea operation, more Oxfam than PG Tips.

I then decided that not liking the tea was not all down to the flu, some of it was down to not buying tea from a tea shop. As a result of which, I expect that the tea will carry on tasting wrong until I believe myself to be back on the Yorkshire.

At this point a little more background is in order:

  • Having held out for longer than most, we have now long abandoned the teapot and make all our tea in mugs, with tea bags. Cups and saucers more or less gone too, although there is the occasional special need
  • We do not go in for different kinds of tea for different times of day, different moods or different anything else. Just keep on pulling tea bags out of the caddy in which the ready supply is kept
  • We have fussed in the past about the making of the tea, rather than the brand of tea. Worries about unsightly brown scums and hard water. See, for example, reference 1. These are not the concern here.

Brand trumps taste

Taste is a rather odd business, by which I mean the tastes we experience in the mouth, orally. Not the more cerebral business of preferring this coffee table to that, this picture to that or of being good at choosing the curtains for one’s living room – although, in the light of what follows, there is clearly a powerful connection between the two uses of the word.

In evolutionary time, it was clearly useful to be able to distinguish sweet which was generally good for one, from bitter which was apt to be very bad for one. Sugars are sweet while plant poisons (like lethal doses of barbiturates) are apt to be bitter – some plants being quite keen on not being eaten. But things have now moved on and evolutionary imperatives are not the force they once were.

So what difference does it make if one cup of tea does not taste the same as another? Apart from the water, the only active ingredient is the caffeine, so provided one makes the tea of the appropriate strength, there isn’t much else that really matters. So why do we fuss about such stuff so much?
So far, I count four elements to this:

  • Dislike of change, certainly in the early part of the day. So one tries to insist on one’s tea tasting the same every time, particularly the first cup of the day, as important as the first fag of the day in the days of youth 
  • The control thing, the man in charge thing. I want to be able to have a loud opinion about the right sort of tea. I want to choose my tea in a loud and authoritative way. To make a fuss if my choice is not available. Which particular tea I plump for not being particularly important: it’s being in charge that is important, not the direction of travel
  • The status thing. Being able to converse about different sorts of tea confers membership of the celebrity-chef-following-middle-classes club. Gives one an edge over someone who can’t
  • The herd thing. Wanting to do what everybody else does. Not wanting to get out of line. With the exception that proves the rule of occasionally making a great parade of stepping out of line for a bit.

And although one might be hard put to say why one tea is better than another, one can at least tell that one tea is different from another, and with a bit of experience you could hold forth about exactly which facet of the tea in hand was not right. In the case of cheese, about which I am better able to waffle, one could say that a real Lincolnshire Poacher has this or that colour, this texture, that sort of rind. One could be genuinely cross if the cheese in question did not exhibit all the right qualities. One knew how one liked this particular sort of cheese to be and one could hold forth on how this particular piece of cheese had the wrong colour, the wrong texture and the wrong sort of holes – all of which is fair enough but does not go far to explain why you like the stuff.

So what we do to put ourselves on a proper footing, is to establish a standard for our tea, a verifiable process for its preparation and take our stand on that standard. We stand ready to make a detailed attack on any particular cup of tea which does not meet that standard.

There can be general agreement about this process in general – although in the days of free-swimming tea leaves there used to be long debates about at what point the milk should be added – and about the importance of the choice of the sort of tea to be used. And the way to cut through this last one is to choose from a well-known brand, possibly a top-of-the-range tea from that brand, and then stick to that choice. I am then content to say that I like this particular tea, without feeling the need to further defend my choice. I am both in the game and ahead of the game; one of the chaps but also one of the leading chaps. This being part of the power of the brand; a reputable brand which can stand alone, it does not need elaborate justification.

So, a hundred years ago, I might have bought the tea sold by Sir Thomas Lipton. His blending team made very sure that the tea that they sold never changed; that is what blending is all about. And if, for some reason, they wanted to change the taste, they did it slowly, so that their customers never noticed. Perhaps his marketing team also arranged things so that you thought that you were buying into his lifestyle.

So then, when I drank my tea, my brain understood that the tea was from Liptons and all was well with the world. It could deal smoothly with most complaints from the tongue department. A bit of top down control: the tea actually did taste OK because the brain had already so decided and used to kick the upstream processes in the mouth into line. And we were conscious of no fix, we were not kidding ourselves; we were just conscious of the satisfactory taste of the tea.

And we didn’t mind paying Lipton to keep it all so. We didn’t mind the fact that a good chunk of what we were buying was actually the fancy yachts he was so keen on, for example ‘Shamrock III’, handsomely illustrated above. Just the sort of flashy outside activity that successful entrepreneurs of our own times like to go in for.

A brand which survived until my childhood, when we still had a branch of his grocery on the corner of the market square in Cambridge, a place where I sometimes used to buy the family cheese, in the days when pretty much all cheese was hard yellow stuff. Unless I have muddled him up with the International Stores – another tea outfit of yesteryear? What is now a large red-brick-with-fancy-stone-trim building of a hundred or more years old with Optical Express at the bottom. I don’t remember the building just yet, so perhaps memory defective, yet again. See gmaps 52.205182, 0.119452. But perhaps by this time tomorrow, today’s image of the building will have been assimilated to today’s rather limited memories of shopping there.

While Lipton’s tea is just the name of one of the many Unilever brands. Sir Thomas long gone.

Facts

I have now, after the event, taken a look at the Clipper website at reference 4, from which it seems that, once again, I have not got things quite right. Not exactly an Oxfam operation, but a supplier of teas for the healthy-orgo-veggie market, a supplier now owned by the same large, main stream people as own the peanut butter which was the subject of the post at reference 5. Just another brand name. But the fact that they were bought up suggests that while they may not one of the biggest players in the tea world, they have done quite well from a standing start in 1984. Well enough for the founders to take the money and retire into the sun; no more beans or tea leaves for them!

Conclusion

All of this has been triggered by a change of taste consequent on illness. A change which might or might not be regarded as a top-down process, but that is not the concern here.

What is of concern is that the re-evaluation of matters tea tasting which followed, clearly did involve a mixture of top-down and bottom-up processing. With the conclusion being that while the tongue is pretty good at telling us whether one taste is the same as another, we need the brain to tell us whether to like a taste or not.

I note in passing that the vagaries of choice suggested in the foregoing are just the sort of thing that procurement people try to work out of their processes. Not the sort of foibles one wants reflected in one’s purchase of a battle tank or anything much else. See, for example, reference 6.

PS: if you are keen on boats, you can go for a ride on one of ‘Shamrock III’s successors, ‘Shamrock V’. See reference 2, complete with the companion, atmospheric trailer on YouTube.

Reference 1: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/kitchen-life.html.

Reference 2: http://shamrockv.com/.

Reference 3: https://www.yorkshiretea.co.uk/.

Reference 4: http://www.clipper-teas.com/.

Reference 5: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/nuts.html.

Reference 6: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/the-choice-model.html.

Aloe four

A rather larger aloe, with a rather different line in inflorescence, big and leaf wrapped. We must try to remember to go back before too long to see how it is getting on.

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Aloe three

A little way to go before we can compete with this one. Click to enlarge to its full glory.

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Aloe two

An inflorescence which branches.

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Aloe one

Clearly the right sort of flower, if rather prettier than ours.

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Treasure trove

My fiver's worth from our last visit to Wisley.

An educational  picture book about the flowers of South Africa, dating from the time (1950) when colour printing was expensive and colour plates were often stuck into art books by hand.

Written by the director of the Botanical Garden at Cape Town, from where most of the illustrations are taken. Bilingual production with English on the left and Afrikaans on the right. Illustrations circulated in the form of cigarette cards, a joint production by United Tobacco, Westminster Tobacco and the Policansky Brothers. Illustrations in two sizes, and I don't know what you had to buy to get the large one snapped above. A pound tin of the finest chewing tobacco?

The set of cards in this particular album seems to be complete, with only the odd trace of smeared glue. And at one time in its life it had been a present for a lady living in Sheffield 7 - the place where they are now chopping all the trees down to the greater glory of the PFI. See reference 1.

All a bit old-speak, but still a perfectly satisfactory introduction to the flora of South Africa. Perhaps, when we are next on the island, I ought to pass it onto the library at Ventnor Botanic Gardens, a place where they have a lot of plants and flowers from South Africa.

PS: The Policansky Brothers were part of the exodus from Tsarist Russia triggered by the mid-nineteenth century programs. They did very well out of the burgeoning cigarette trade, but their factories were known to be pretty grim for the people who worked in them. There were regular disputes and strikes. Google knows all about them.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/secret-state.html.

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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Hunt the aloe

Last week to Wisley to search out their aloes. What did there flower look like?

Pleasant bright, week day morning, butterfly festival not long started, so although we arrived quite early, say 1030, we were already onto Visitor Car Park 2 and the ex-Ghurkas who provide management were being kept busy.

Made our way direct to the large green house, already throbbing with camera buffs snappng away at the butterflies with impressively sized cameras. A plus of which was that the easiest way to spot an interesting butterfly was to follow the converging lines of sight of a bunch of them.

There were also lots of aloes and a lot of them were in flower. Illustrations to follow.

One small boy was extremely excited by the waterfall, the main one with a two feet wide sheet of water sailing over the five metre drop. He couldn't contain himself and every adult in range was enjoined to come and see this wonder. His parents pleased rather than otherwise.

Out to make our way up to the alphine houses to see how they were doing. One quiet, but the other, the one usually stocked with pots, was very colourful with small daffodils, crocuses and other stuff. A very handsome display.

Outside there were a small number of snowdrops out. Other bulbs, hellebores and camelias on the move.

Back down to the cafeteria to find it in a bit of a state due to impending rebuilding. The handsome display of pampas grass and such like outside dug up for the same reason. Reduced to a meal which was not up to their usual standard and, to add insult to injury, was served on paper plates. Not very good value. But there was some compensation in that it was warm and sunny enough to eat it outside, away from the crowds of children, cute enough in small numbers, but there are limits.

Quick visit to the library where the sell-off continues and I managed a book about South African flowers for a fiver. But we left with a vague sense of nostalgia for the passing of the old order. A sense that perhaps Wisley had become a victim of its own success and was in danger of losing an important part of what had made it one.

On exit we came across a couple of US style school buses. We were told that they had indeed been imported from the US and were part of a small herd which operated out of Chertsey. I had thought that this is a taste of the future: a public service contracted by Runnymede Council to the UK arm of a US bus operation - one which looks to include Greyhound among its brands. But closer inspection suggests that perhaps the parent is actually the UK operation, rather than the other way around, so not quite as bad as it had looked.

No doubt the new president will be keen to promote proper US companies getting a fair crack at this sort of thing as a quid pro quo for our PM getting a twice yearly photo opportunity with him. Anything less and she will have to settle for the waxwork set up around the back, rather than the real thing.

On the roundabout below our (Esher Common) exit from the A3, we found our first daffodils out of the season.

PS: last recorded visit mid November and noticed at reference 3.

Reference 1: https://www.firstgroup.com/ (the UK operation).

Reference 2: http://www.firsttransit.com/ (the US operation).

Reference 3: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/hall-of-fame.html.

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Tuesday, 24 January 2017

OneDrive

A few days ago, OneDrive stopped uploading pictures taken on my telephone to my 'Camera Roll' folder on OneDrive - a convenience I have got used to. No more need to plug the camera into the PC and do the upload by hand. The upload can sometimes take a while, but it always gets there.

Until a week ago when it didn't. Today, I decided that I had waited long enough and that something had to be done. First stop, google, who connects me to some elaborate Microsoft advice about all the things one can do to sort out synchronisation problems on OneDrive. Life too short for that one. Second stop, the usually helpful people at BT. Oh no sir, that is almost certainly a telephone problem and we can't help you with that. The 'T' in our name is a complete misnomer. We only do your proper computers, devices that we can see over the wire and take charge of. Third stop, the O2 shop in Epsom, where, after a short wait, one of the people there had a poke around, doing various stuff which I did not know about, finally pronouncing that a photograph he had just taken had indeed been uploaded by OneDrive. At which point, thinking I had had my fair share of his free time, I thanked him and left.

Once home, I took a number of pictures of the triffid in waiting, one of which is included above. Triffid in waiting in case the one featured at reference 1 - and rather a lot of other posts - keels over after flowering. Some plants do. As this one may, under the combined attentions of the radiator below and the light above - the light above being necessary for me to be able to make out the keyboard. Overhead light behind me no good at all. With thanks to a bric-a-brac stall in Bridport Market, run by an older long-hair, for the carving at the right.

It may be that OneDrive will now behave itself for a bit. But a painful reminder of how much time & energy sorting out these kinds of problems can soak up. A pang of nostalgia for the days when I lived in the warm glow of a corporate IT operation where all software changes to one's PC were controlled and where help was always available. None of this Microsoft updating their stuff whenever they see fit, which is where I am now. Cheap and convenient, but not 100% reliable; they have an awful lot of balls to keep in the air these days and they don't always get their updates 100% right.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/growth.html.

Missing person

Nonsuch Park, a mile or so to the northeast of Epsom, has benches lined up along the sunny side of the north wall of the formal garden; a pleasant place to sit and enjoy the garden - or just to doze - in the summer. Nearly all of these benches are dedicated to former users of the park, often with homely and rather old-fashioned names such as 'Gladys and Arthur Woods'. A custom I rather like.

They do the same thing in Berkeley Square, but with the difference that the names are not so homely. This one caught my eye, but I have failed to find out who she was. Korotkova seems to be the correct anglicisation of a reasonably common Russian name, but for once google fails to deliver, with some queries attracting no hits at all.

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Monday, 23 January 2017

Sewing

You might think that your £2,500 was buying you a unique piece of art, but it seems that despite appearances, this sort of thing is done by machine, with, in this case, the edition limited to 250. The work of a stripling called Grayson Perry.

One wonders whether what he does is rather like writing a computer programme or a musical score. Not very hands on at all. Not very like the stuff we saw at reference 1 at all.

He does not seem to have his own site, but google turns up plenty of stuff about him. Also a Turner Laureate of 2000.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/sewing.html.

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Horse

As well as a Picasso lino cut, Phillips were also offering a carpet by Elizabeth Frink, with the same estimate of £5,000.

I am not keen on her sculpture, but rather liked her rug. No so much that I went back to bid for it though.

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New line

Steinway's new line on display in their window. The brain child of their new private equity owners? Need to diversify? Reach out to a wider audience?

I noticed that there was also a florid piano for sale, perhaps intended for the sort of people who like the rather florid furniture that used to be sold down Harringay Green Lanes. I think that Greeks are particularly keen on this sort of thing.

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More Goldberg

Having wondered, after the harpsicord Goldberg noticed at reference 1, why anyone would bother with a piano, I found myself at a piano version just a week ago now.

The story starts with toggles at reference 2, with a second leather loop having burst a couple of weeks ago, and was replaced with the silk rope, with the second go being a lot faster than the first. The weather on the day of the concert was not very promising and I did not fancy chancing it on a Bullingdon - one can get very wet, for example, going across Waterloo Bridge in the rain - and with the duffel coat being up and running I opted for duffel coat, umbrella and cloakroom - this last being somewhere I generally try to avoid on account of the queues.

With the final touch of the three cheese scones left over from the day before in one of the fine plastic bags they give you at Neal's Yard dairy, in my pocket for lunch, I set off for the station. Rewarded there by a rare sighting of a train which was not a passenger train. Not as big a reward as a proper goods train, it being only a line cleaning set, but a reward nonetheless. Clearly time for first scone.

Victoria Line off for once in a while so I pushed onto Waterloo and Jubileed it to Bond Street. On this occasion the wall of tiles at Debenhams was doing really well, just the sort of thing I imagine the artist had had had in mind, despite there not seeming to be much breeze at ground level. Rain more or less stopped, but coat and umbrella had been the right call.

Into the bar at the Wigmore to take a drop of white and to admire the tasteful arrangement of empty jam jars, nicely setting off the arrangement of equally empty bottle of fizz. Into the hall to find that the flowers had not been changed from the Saturday before. The Radio 3 presenter did get up on stage, unusual for the Wigmore, but she kept things brief, so was OK. Plus I suppose she had the excuse that the sacrosanct one hour duration of a Radio 3 lunchtime concert - this one was going out live - was going to run twenty minutes over said hour.

The young pianist turned out in a very fancy red dress and hair do to match. The available lady sitting next to me did not look the sort to take any interest in the costs of such things, so I did not get to find out anything about that. Just one awkward pause between variations, as if the pianist had come off one variation leaving her in not quite the right position for the next, but she soon got over that. And after this concert, according to her site at reference 3, she is off to do it all over again all over Europe.

I really enjoyed this piano version. What one loses in precision one gains in emotional impact. And despite the loss of precision there was still some very tricky looking crossing hands going on at times. Another feature, to my ear anyway, was a sort of jangling effect from time to time. I wondered whether this was the piano making more of a meal of the occasional infelicities of temperament than the harpsicord. Need to quiz a musciologist.

Having a cloakroom friendly seat, I was third in the queue, a queue which stretched back up the stairs by the time I left, seconds later. To the 'Running Horse' for one of their pork pies and a glass of white - plus a dollop of a lurid yellow pickle which, for once, I tried and rather liked. Then off to the new Phillips auction gallery for prints and such at the top of Berkeley Square. Tough looking eastern European out front, large black gentlemen scattered liberally inside. All kinds of stuff on offer, including, for example a rather bad Picasso lino cut estimated at £5,000. Affordable art by the standards of the metropolitan folk - the folk that is who have just given a bit of a jolt by the folk up north, folk who would have probably something more important to do with £5,000, even supposing they could put their hands on such a sum. Or as Marie Antoinette once said, if they have such a problem finding work, why don't they come and do a few hours dusting my bibelots?

Last two scones in Berkeley Square. After which, fully fuelled up, I set off for Waterloo.

On the way I noticed that for once in a while, the big wheel had stopped. Passed on both the Sherlock Holmes and the Archduke, places I used to use occasionally but never anything so grand as haunts.

And so to Earlsfield to count aeroplanes, or rather not to count aeroplanes, scoring just the one rising in the east. The cloud must have been thicker than it looked.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/goldberg.html.

Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/duffel-coat.html.

Reference 3: http://www.beatriceranapiano.com/.

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More Burton

Feeling the need to bolster my knowledge of animals with common names starting with the letter 'U', turning the pages of Burton again last night. And having found the large porcupine noticed at reference 1 last time, this time I come across the Mount Everest Pika, an animal rather like a small rabbit - and classified as such among the lagomorphs - and which lives on the northern slopes of the Himalayas, perhaps even on the northern slopes of the great mountain itself, if they descend so far. With the pika being able to get by up to around 17,500 feet, a height record among mammals. And with Scottish hills being very bleak at 3,000 feet - certainly not enough going on to keep sheep going.

Then for once in a while I catch wikipedia out. It claims at reference 2 that this particular pika was only invented in 1973, while Burton's book was pubished in 1962, and he clearly knew about it.

I note in passing that there are several animals with common names starting with the letter 'U', with the easiest to remember being 'urchin', a synonym for hedgehog. Nothing in the rules about animals with two common names. While I was at it, I also took a look at 'N', where there was a surprising number, helped along by a number of animals which were north something, for example the northern sea elephant. There were also several bats and I intend to write to the rules committee about the exclusion of bats. Yes they are mammals, but there are a lot of them, more than a thousand of them, and mostly very obscure, at least to an Englishman. A standing invitation to pedants to swat up and try to impress us with their knowledge of animals we neither know of nor care about.

With thanks to Caroline Scheipe for the picture. From right to left: Lhotse, south col, summit? With the south summit being the bend in the ridge to the left of the summit proper?  With the western approach - that of Tensing, Hunt, Hilary & Co. - being the white patch bottom left?

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/burton.html.

Reference 2: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himalayan_pika.

Viennese trios

Last week to a very civilised concert given by the Vienna Piano Trio: Haydn in E, Ravel in A minor and Brahms No.1 in B, Op.8. With the second movement of Brahms No.2 by way of encore, which I thought they dedicated to Heinrich Heinz, but I cannot find out who he might be. A former member? Second movement very good, whatever.

While the Ravel seemed to me, at the time anyway, to be exactly what I would want and expect French music from a hundred years ago to sound like. A man of the time of Proust & Vinteuil - although Ravel does not appear in the list of ingredients for this last. It was also very good.

Haydn as good as we have come to expect and Brahms better - having, for some reason, taught myself to expect symphonies and lush orchestration from him.

As it happens and roughly speaking, our last outing of the old year was trios (reference 1) and our first outing of the new year was trios. A form we are coming to like; a form in which composers seem to be content to be decorous, not too intense and not too complicated. Perhaps it suits our advancing years. In any event, when I have finished here, I shall make a point of seeing what the eight feet of vinyl have to offer in the trio department - quite possibly a lot, quite possibly unopened - my excuse being that a lot of it was acquired by inheritance rather than purchase.

Back at the Wigmore, we had been allocated seats in the left hand block of stalls, rather than our usual centre block, which I was not too sure about, but as it turned out they were very good. Not least because the empty aisle meant that, for once, BH could see what was going on. So that was alright.

Out and onto a train at Vauxhall to find the carriage we entered full of a large number of Transport Police, all very relaxed, presumably between duties rather than on duty. Left them at Earlsfield, to fail to spot any aeroplanes there, despite the moon being on show.

That aside, a very good start to the musical year.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/more-trios.html.

Reference 2: http://www.viennapianotrio.com/.

Saturday, 21 January 2017

Sycamore gap

A version of the snap left caught my eye in the latest issue of the NYRB. Oddly, it seemed much more impressive in its newsprint version that it does here. Maybe they softened the contrast a bit and certainly they cropped a lot from the top and a little from the bottom. Alternatively, maybe the photographer degraded the image a bit before putting it up on his website to be plundered for use here.

But it caught my eye for long enough to have a fleeting fantasy about going to Hadrian's Wall in Northumberland to see the real thing. It looks as if it would be as impressive in its own way as the beeches at the bottom of Butser Hill. Perhaps I should post a comment at reference 2 and tell the photographer so.

Reference 1 being my last encounter with sycamores. While reference 3 is my last encounter with Butser Hill.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/plant-life_7.html.

Reference 2: http://rorygarforth.com/.

Reference 3: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/butser-hill.html.

Wayaleshi

At reference 1 I noticed a chance encounter with a book by one Peter Fraenkel, originally from Breslau. I now follow up with notice of a more detailed account of his time with the Central African Broadcasting Station. Wayaleshi being an approximation to how certain natives approximated the English 'wireless'.

The civilised tone continues, with Fraenkel and his colleagues, black and white, trying to build a radio station serving the the native peoples of what is now Zambia - native peoples who spoke a variety a languages and most of whom did not speak English. Not a promising start for a shoe-string operation - but they managed, at least for a time, with Fraenkel himself leaving when tensions rose with the enforced incorporation of Zambia into what turned out to be the short-lived Central African Federation.

I was interested to find that Roy Welensky, the second and last Prime Minister, had an interesting pedigree, by family not unlike Fraenkel and by trade a railway then a union man. For some reason and without inquiry, I had always assumed that he was a white farmer.

Also to read of the weaknesses which let the Europeans in in the first place, with, for example, the king of Borotseland (roughly a large chunk of western Zambia) doing a deal with the British which gave him protection from the attentions of the nearby Matebele in return for mineral rights. A kingdom whose exploitation of the upper Zambesi flood plain was helped along by the use of slaves - a practice which we at some point put a stop to. A kingdom which, according to wikipedia, is still pushing for more autonomy within, if not independence, from Zambia. And we think we have problems with Scotland and Ireland.

Fraenkel and his colleagues tried very hard to deliver a radio service to the natives. Natives who were keen to get their hands on European goodies but who did not trust us, assuming (not unreasonably) that we were after their land. Some of whom paraded their European accoutrements, some of whom paraded their African ones. Or perhaps turn and turn about. Most of whom were very poor and more or less uneducated, at least in the European sense of the word. Life expectancy also poor. Probably a high level of violence, including the sexual and domestic sorts. And it was probably also true that an even larger proportion of them believed in the power of witches and witchcraft than, say, believe in visitations by aliens in the US now.

But then Fraenkel gives us a more than a glimpse of the vibrancy and fun of life in this part of Africa, on a good day. The music, the dancing and the mime shows. Fraenkel shares his sense of privilege in being able to be in on the fringes of such things. Probably no longer possible.

It is to our shame that the decent whites, mostly in the colonial civil service like Fraenkel, were not able to face down the settler whites, mostly out to make an easy living out of someone else's land, and make a better settlement back in the 50's and 60's. Not to mention the mining interests. Not that they were much helped in this by the government back home.

With thanks to ebay for the picture. My own copy, I hasten to add, has no library sticker, inside or out.

PS: I think my talk of the bad behaviour of some of his colleagues at the Station in my earlier post was mistaken. I would have done better to make the comparison with whites generally.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/ein-schlesier.html.

Friday, 20 January 2017

Pot hunt

Following the pot post at reference 1, the pot hunt moved into higher gear last week.

Pulled a Bullingdon at Waterloo 3 and pedaled off to the British Museum, where there just a couple of free slots on the stand there. Walked around to the first entrance where access was denied, being directed instead to the second entrance which led me across the forecourt to the newly erected security tent. With the chap there who did me being mostly concerned that I was not attempting to take any bicycle tools into the museum, his concern having been triggered by my helmet. I have still to work out why bicycle tools are particularly dangerous to a museum. And there were no signs saying no bicycle tools - or no any other kind of tools. What about the Swiss army knife lurking in my pocket? Which, associating, they did think to ask for and remove when we visited Sainte Chapelle in Paris. See reference 3.

Off to the Greek pot department, which seemed to have fewer pots than I remembered. Perhaps pots have been taken away to make room for more accessible & educational displays. As it happened, there seemed to be more pots in the Enlightenment Room than there were in the Pot Room, but they were rather badly displayed and they were, in any case, the brown & black ware rather than the geometric ware which I thought I was looking for. But no joy, the pot in question did not surface. Maybe it really is lurking in one of my Gombrich books - it is the sort of thing that he would notice - and I just need to look a bit more carefully. However, for the moment, the matter rests with the duty curator to whom I have sent an email. Rather a nice idea if it works.

Then off to the new Ole & Steen place in the Haymarket for lunch, to be found at reference 2. All kinds of interesting bakery stuff and a plentiful supply of cheerful young Danes. They were a bit late with my rather superior ham & cheese toastie so they threw in, unasked, a free bun - also rather superior and said to be a traditional Danish bun. Not a cinnamon bun, but I can't remember the name and the web site is no help at all. Quite a nice sauvignon blanc too.

Bought a rye loaf, a loaf which involved carrot and tasted, to my untutored palette, rather like pumpernickel. Rather good and it did not last very long.

No.88 bus to Vauxhall, where I learned that the solar panels on top of the stainless steel art work were generating 0.35KW - at which rate it is going to be a long time before they get the carbon back that they put into the steel. But it may have been raining by this point. Vauxhall also boasted the most battered cash machine that I recall using.

No chance of any aeroplanes at Earlsfield, so I read about bells on my telephone, causing me to get carried off to New Malden. Which was a pain until I chanced upon a bonus copy of the FT: not often that one picks up any kind of a paying paper these days. And to think that, when I was little, I could rely on picking up a mint condition DT from the same litter bin in the Strand every morning - only damaged to the extent that the first owner had done the crossword - which did not matter to me as I can't do crosswords - odd given talents in both the mathematics and vocabulary departments. But there it is.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/pot.html.

Reference 2: http://oleandsteen.co.uk/.

Reference 3: http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=day+7+scaffolding.

Moan

Microsoft is getting more intrusive with more unsolicited pop-ups on my PCs. I dare say they would claim that these pop-ups are intended to be helpful, telling one about new features in their offering - but this customer just finds them irritating.

Maybe there is something geeky I could do get rid of them, but I don't suppose I shall take the time to find out.

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Virtual pitch

The pitch of a bell such as that illustrated left, in a ten second spectrograph, is approximately one octave below the nominal, that is to say 360Hz, or an F#, between the peaks called prime and tierce in the illustration left. I share an outline of the story of why this is so, which I found fascinating.

The story starts with the human ear which receives the sound which we hear. As I understand things, there is a tube in an ear in which there are lines of innervated hairs, receptive to increasing but overlapping frequency bands of sounds, a more complicated version of what the three sorts of colour cones do in the eye. But the ear is not as clever as the eye and the signals from the ear are sent onto the brain in a more or less raw state, with the brain responsible for converting them into the sound that we hear.

This sound that we hear from a bell has something called pitch and most people are very good at telling one pitch from another. And most of those can go further saying that this pitch is higher, the same or lower than another. With the result that we can organise pitches into a well ordered sequence, in much the same way as we can put numbers, whole or otherwise, into a well ordered sequence.

Then, using modern, computerised audio equipment which can generate pure tones, tones dominated by just one frequency of sound, we are able to match the pitches that people hear with frequency. This pitch corresponds to that frequency.

Such equipment can also be used to analyse the tones coming from a bell, giving in the case of the bell at Ipswich above, sounds at a number of frequencies. But not much at the frequency of the pitch that we hear. We get all the overtones; two times the frequency, three times, four times and so on, but not the frequency itself, not the fundamental. The brain, on the basis of these more or less harmonic overtones, decides that what we really want to hear is that fundamental, which is half the frequency of the nominal in the spectrogram above. What you get is not what you hear. Sometimes called the virtual pitch, by analogy with the virtual world of computer games.

That said, people with good ears will sometimes hear the separate overtones and sometimes hear the pitch. There will also be variation arising from where and how the bell is hit by the clapper or hammer. Other complications arise because the various frequencies generated by one bell are not in tune with each other and because the frequencies generated by one bell are not in tune with those generated by another bell. A lot of old rings of bells are quite feeble in this respect, albeit noisily so. But for all that you must turn to reference 1.

While at reference 2, there is a mention of bells in connection with the threads of consciousness postulated there. So, it might be, that a concentrating campanologist would have several threads for the sound that a bell made, one for each principal partial, so that what he actually heard at any particular time would depend on the relative strength of the various threads.

No idea whether similar considerations apply to other western musical instruments – or to eastern temple bells, which tend to be cylindrical rather than bell shaped. In the latter case, I suspect not, it being the bell shape which gives us all the partials. Gives us the richness of sound that we know and love from a good bell.

It also occurs to me that, as the sounds of any particular frequency from a bell can be thought of as coming from the vibrations of some particular horizontal ring around the bell, the sound coming from the east (say) of the bell will be 180 degrees out of phase with that coming from the north and south. So, combining the sound from cunningly placed microphones might add up to zero. Something to be thought about in the pub.

With thanks to Bill Hibbert of Surrey, the owner of reference 1, from where I have taken much of the foregoing. With any errors being my own.

PS: with the answer to the question at the end of reference 3 being that the note that you hear is roughly half the frequency of the nominal, but being an octave lower there is no change to the note’s name.

Reference 1: http://www.hibberts.co.uk/.

Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/layers-and-columns.html.

Reference 3: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/the-bells.html.

The bells

The tale of the bells of Southwark Cathedral. mentioned at references 1 and 2 and to which we shall return shortly. Note the absence from the list of the famous but recently closed Whitechapel Bell Foundry. To be investigated.

In the meantime, the artist involved, Angela Wright, has posted some nice pictures of the service of blessing at reference 3.

A minor comment on our times that an important evensong does not really count without the presence, apart from whoever took these pictures, of at least one roaming video camera man, rather in the way of a modern wedding. A contemporary extension of the phrase 'bearing witness', much used in matters churchy.

And I see from the pictures that follow those of the bells, that the bells were not the artist's first venture into the woolly art.

PS: readers are encouraged to study the numbers to see if they can work out what they all mean, before being told the answer.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/cheese.html.

Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/the-archdukes-daughter.html.

Reference 3: http://www.angelawright.co.uk/.

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Growth

The aloe inflorescence is now getting old, with not all that many florets still to open, with those at the very top being unlikely to make it.

But for the record, the stalk now stands at 90cm, top to toe. Which is a good deal more than than the 65cm recorded at reference 1, less than a month ago. So while growth has slowed down and is probably now more or less over, it has not done badly.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/will-it-get-there.html.

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House shrink

Readers with good memories will recall a post in November 2015 noticing an advertisment for a psychologist to join the pastoral care team at Eton College.

Today, not much more than a year later, we have another, similar advertisement. Is it for a different member of the team, or has it been all too much for the successful candidate on that last occasion?

As it happens, I was reminded the other day of a more than fifty year old anecdote from a carpentry teacher, from Cherry Hinton, near Cambridge. He went on a visit to the carpentry workshops at Eton and his report to me was that he had never seen such splendid workshops in a school. Everything that money could do had been done.

I wonder if their workshops have survived or whether they have they morphed into computer laboratories for boys who want to play at writing computer games rather than play at building bookcases? One could have a good long argument in the pub about which of the two activities was the more worthy, with either going some way to staving off the need for a psychologist of any variety. Constructional and creative hobbies of any variety healthy.

Reference 1: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/house-shrink.html.

The zig zag test

Happening to be in the Running Horse in Davies Street yesterday, I happened to notice a rather fine light bulb, which illuminated without dazzling and with a complicated filament which I had not come across before.

Rather to my surprise, Bing was able to turn up the bulb in question in seconds, with the Google version being given at reference 1 below. A tribute to search technology generally.

But the test is actually about something else. My telephone was not able to capture the glowing filament at all, all one got was something like the left or right hand images in the illustration above. While my eye was quite able to focus the glowing filament itself.

So the retina clearly had the capability to register the amount of light coming in and to turn down the volume locally so that it could extract the desired image from the signal that was left. A bit of distributed intelligence not given to my telephone: its light sensitive array may well be very large but it is also very dim. No pun intended.

I associated this morning to the ICL venture called content addressable filestore (CAF), all the thing back in the early eighties, but now, I imagine, overtaken by the march of progress. This device included search logic very close to the read heads of the disc, rather than in the relatively remote central processor unit, with the result that it could process large amounts of information extremely quickly. No doubt GCHQ boughts rooms full of the things.

A reminder that, at that time, we had lots of world class engineers, well worth being bought up, in this case, by Fujitsu. This particular idea may not have made ICL lots of money, but it was a good idea, well worth a punt. Fully part of moving the technology forward.

Reference 1:' zigzag filament light bulbs images', or put another way https://www.google.co.uk/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=zigzag+filament+light+bulbs+images.

Monday, 16 January 2017

The archduke's daughter

Having spotted the bells in the course of the outing noticed at reference 1, we thought to attend the blessing of the bells (at Southwark Cathedral) a few days later. The bells of St. Saviour.

A wet and dark evening, with the walk up Union Street evoking times past, when that part of London was a busy industrial area, full of hand workers, rather than the brain workers who live there now. We thought we were a little early, so we popped into Black & Blue at Borough, which turned out to be the archduke's daughter, for a little something. See reference 2.

Inside, pretty much empty, we were taken in hand by one of the bevy of vivacious young ladies who explained that if we bought a whole bottle, it was half price - and assured us that we could come back later to finish it off. So we settled for what turned out to be a good bottle of 2014 Chablis, from Gautheron. Grand vin de Bourgogne even. See reference 3.

From there into what turned out to be a very crowded cathedral, full, inter alia, of bishops, deans and mayors. Mitres and croziers for the bishops, chains for the mayors. All the bishops and mayors were men, but around half the clergy looked to be women. There was even the odd mayoral jag. outside but we didn't get to see what the bishops did: perhaps they caught the bus and got changed in the vestry - with their robes being rather grand, if not quite in the same league as those we had seen at the V&A at the visit noticed at reference 4.

The bells had been dressed too, with the plywood sheets they had been stood on having been converted into an art work with the help of a great deal of cream wool, the sort you might use for knitting, by a local artist.

The service took the form of a modified evensong, with a mixed choir and the proper words, that is to say from the King James' bible, rather than some modern version. All very impressive, particularly the Magnificat, which I had forgotten about, even though we were in an aisle, rather near the back. Didn't get to see much of the blessing of the two new bells on the other side of the nave. But good to be in a church when it was being used for its intended purpose - even if I am a life-long atheist.

We did not take the offered glass of wine afterwards, mindful of our open bottle around the corner, to which we returned. Still quite quiet, although it picked up a bit as the evening progressed, progressed to the point of our taking a second bottle of the Chablis, something we have not done for a good long time. It was also a good long time since I last had steak and chips (served with spinach, which might have come from Borough Market leaves rather than a tin) - and I think I can say that this rather feeble itch has been scratched for a good while to come. I enjoyed the steak, perhaps more for memory's sake than for itself, but feel no present urge to take another. We also enjoyed the service from the aforementioned bevy. Very cheerful lot. All in all a worthy companion to the Archduke at Waterloo, a rather better place than the rather casual mention at reference 5 would suggest.

Lastly, a note on the décor, of the kind which seems to have swept through the mid range restaurants which we seem to patronise, perhaps best exemplified by that in the Prezzo chain, visited in Ely and just arrived at Epsom. Lots of browns, blacks and shiny surfaces. Tasteful ornaments scattered around. Perhaps arty, black and white photographs. A tendency to have a mixture of seats, probably all from the same range but not all of the same model and colour. Rather open plan, often, although not on this occasion, with a good part of the kitchen on view. I associate to the word palette from Visual Basic, a collection of colours applicable to the job in hand. Presumably décor people have one, perhaps one for each season, to save them from having to think when they get the next commission.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/cheese.html.

Reference 2: http://www.blackandbluerestaurants.com/.

Reference 3: http://www.chablis-gautheron.com/. A rather irritating site, but I was pleased to see that the ground on which the vines grow is named for our very own Kimmeridge in Dorset, even if the place is better known for its clays, rather than its limestones.

Reference 4: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/sewing.html.

Reference 5: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/rhapsody-in-blue-continued.html.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Emotional arcs

I moaned about Scientific American at reference 1, and since then the February number has turned up, nicely illustrating the value it can add for me.

In the section called 'Graphic Science' at the end, we have an article about some work mapping the emotional arcs traced by more than 1,000 books, all in English and mostly fiction, taken from Project Gutenburg, an outfit I use myself occasionally for its excellent free copies of older books. See reference 2. The work itself is written up at reference 3, but I offer a few titbits here.

The headline is that despite the appearance of the graph in the snap above, we can reduce most stories to one of six basic emotional scenarios, with all the emotions being scored in a one dimensional way, from unhappiness to happiness:

  • "Rags to riches" (rise)
  • "Tragedy", or "Riches to rags" (fall)
  • "Man in a hole" (fall-rise)
  • "Icarus" (rise-fall)
  • "Cinderella" (rise-fall-rise)
  • "Oedipus" (fall-rise-fall)

with the six scenarios actually reducing to three pairs with inversion. With this summary hiding the much longer sequences of rise and fall identified by one of the methods used, much more like that of the snap - which gave the impression that a good story needed to be a sine wave with regular emotional ups and downs. Which we knew already, but it is interesting to see how such waves can be extracted by computers.

The core of this extraction being the assignment of happiness scores to a long list of words and then using those scores to compute scores for chunks of text. The sequence of these scores for successive chunks then gives us our emotional arcs - correlated with, but quite different from the plot, which is about events rather than feelings.

Along the way I learned about a strange Amazon capability called Mechanical Turk, which appears to be a sort of online dating site where I can find people to do odd jobs for me for pay - the sort of odd jobs that a brain worker can do in a few hours armed with a PC and a telephone line. No idea how widely used it is. See reference 4.

I was also reminded of other things.

First, the windowing technique used in the extraction of emotional arcs, in time through the book, seemed very like a version of the convolution used by signals engineers and countless others.

Second, the business of counting up words in books reminded me of the work done to fingerprint authors's, as it were, by their use of words. Fingerprints which can be used in provenance and attribution and which, unlike real fingerprints, probably shift over time. Perhaps cross over the fingerprints of someone else.

Third, all those people who went in for analysing the structure of folk tales and fairy stories, producing big catalogs of same. Would they recognise the six chosen arcs?

And last but not least, what on earth would F. R. Leavis have made of it all? One imagines that he have would come up with some very withering & snooty remark, if he could have been bothered to think about it at all. A famous man in my school days, famous enough that I even bought a book by him back in 2010 or so - although, to be fair, it got culled before I had read much of it. See reference 5.

All good fun. Almost got my money back already.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/scientific-american.html.

Reference 2: https://www.gutenberg.org/.

Reference 3: the emotional arcs of stories are dominated by six basic shapes - Andrew J. Reagan, Lewis Mitchell, Dilan Kiley, Christopher M. Danforth, and Peter Sheridan Dodds – 2016. Google will turn up a free copy for you.

Reference 4: https://www.mturk.com/mturk/welcome.

Reference 5: http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=plumed+leavis.

Layers and columns


[Figure I]

Figure I is a soft box model of the structure we are to describe in what follows. A powerful technique, very popular in the 1980’s, and, for all I know, still popular now – with google turning up reference 9 fast enough.

We use A, B, C to denote layers; K, L, M to denote patterns; R, S, T to denote sets; and, X, Y, Z to denote objects. Possibly with a numeric suffix; so, for example, ‘K2’. And words which have a special meaning are italicised when those special meanings are being defined.

At reference 1, we built what we will call layer objects on a grid using repeating patterns, patterns defined by the values of the points of a rectangle, moving in steps over the grid, and which had to repeat to count. At reference 4, we had an excursion into expressions, a relation called instantiation and the partial order resulting therefrom. At reference 6, we did lines. In this fourth post in the series, we move onto layers, onto column objects and to some of the things we can say about all these objects.

We suppose a plane substrate, or foundation, idealising a patch of cortex, a square grid with each point having a pair of real coordinates. A foundation which could be used to plot the position of the millions of neurons involved. The neurons are buzzing away in time, collectively generating an electrical signal of some sort. Roughly speaking, at any point on our grid we can analyse that signal into frequency bands, around 10 of them, an analysis which we hold good for an interval of time of the order of a second or so. In what follows we consider just one such interval of time, here and elsewhere called a frame, a frame of consciousness. A frame which has been built out of the raw data by a process of compilation.

To give a bit more context, this building, this process of compilation is updated from time to time, giving us a number of frames in a take. And then, at rather longer intervals, perhaps of several seconds or more, we start over with a new take, with a recompilation of the data, more or less from scratch. With takes, in turn, being grouped into scenes. See reference 2 for a slightly different perspective on frames.

Our objective is to describe an environment in which consciousness might come to pass. We are not so interested in exactly how the necessary data has been collected, rather in how it is put together and then processed in this frame of consciousness to give us the subjective experience.

In posts to come, we will look further at what we will be calling the frame scanning processes. In order to do this processing, we will allocate some of the higher (frequency) layers to process, while leaving the lower layers to data, with the current thought being that several pulses, several repetitive processing sweeps over the data will constitute one of our frames, a moment of consciousness, the subjective experience of consciousness. With a frame lasting at least some tenths of a second, perhaps more than a second. Noting in passing that this hypothesis that consciousness is located in quite a small part of the brain, albeit needing support from further afield, excludes the possibility of large, distributed entities like the internet being conscious, however clever and human-like in their behaviour they might be. Not sure where this leaves the octopus, with its rather distributed nervous system, but which might, from its behaviour, be considered a candidate for some sort of rudimentary consciousness, along with the fishes.

But for the moment we are just considering the data structure embodied by our frame, the data in which is supposed to pretty much fixed for the duration of a frame. Maybe not invariant, but not changing much.

So, our structure has layers, corresponding to our ten or so frequency bands, all built on our one foundation, with the number of points to the sides of our grid being in the order of a small number of thousands, roughly comparable to those of the pictures taken by my telephone. The value of the brain at a point at a layer is then the amplitude or power of the signal at that frequency, binned into some modest number of bins, following reference 1, say around 20 of them.

Layer objects

At reference 1, we introduced patterns and objects defined on a grid, a grid which amounts to one of the layers introduced here. What we now have is the possibility, the probability, of objects defined on the same pattern cropping up in more than one layer. This can happen because the way in which we have specified patterns and objects is independent of layer, can be applied indifferently to any layer.

At reference 6, we introduced the special cases of lines and loops. And now, in the case of a loop object, we talk of the closure of the object, which is obtained by adding the points of the interior to the points of the loops. We worry a little about possible confusion to come between an object as a whole and its boundary, its perimeter.

So, starting at one particular object, say object X on layer A defined on pattern K, we might find several other objects defined on that same pattern K, several peers of that object on that same layer A. In some rough way, we imagine the peer objects to be different instances, difference members of some set of other, perhaps the different members of a football team. Then several more K objects at some other layer B. And, perhaps, more again at layer C. We call the set of objects defined on pattern K, P(K). Or, hopefully without confusion, the set of object defined on the pattern which defined the object X, P(X). The power set on K, or on X.

We could label all the members of these sets, all these objects with a triple {Position, Pattern, Layer}, where position is the coordinates of some point inside the object (leaving aside the possibility of holes), pattern is the specification or the name of the pattern which defines the object and layer is the number of the layer. But we do not suppose that the brain does this, rather it goes some of the way with pointers, made in a brain out of axons and synapses, to which we will come to below.

But we do extend the notion of peer object by saying that two members of P(Y) which are distinct, which are not the same object, are in-laws.

Column objects

Next, we define column objects with patterns by analogy with the definition of what we are now calling layer objects with patterns at reference 1. These objects are motivated, in part, by the observation of small groups of neurons which respond to things like particular faces or places and to the cliques put forward by Tsien and others (and for which see reference 3).

Note that the firing of such cliques of neurons conveys no information in itself, we just have a bunch of neurons at some particular place in the brain firing away, any more than you knowing that my national insurance number is YC763982B tells you anything much about me, without access to the national insurance files. In the present case, what is needed is links to other neurons to make up the sort of information that we can apprehend.

To this end, we accommodate such column objects by saying that that our frequency power has a low value designated L and a high value designated H, with low being noise with little if any information content, with there being some leakage across layers and with there being some correlation. To the point that if we have a high value on any layer, we have it on all layers, we have a column across the layers rather than a shape within a layer. We then have a point on our grid which is flashing strongly and which could be, could correspond to one of these clusters or cliques, tied to some particular event, feature, face or object. Also sharing some of the properties the proper nouns of natural language and with layer objects sharing some of the properties of common nouns. And looking ahead, we have arousal whizzing up and down the column, shifting from one frequency to another, something which might be energy expensive. Harmonics good, inharmonics not so good.

Information about the point, information which gives some point to the point, can be accommodated by one or more of the layers carrying a layer object which includes our column object, in which we would need to be helped along by allowing the ‘H’ of our column as a wild card when it comes to pattern matching. With all these layer objects then occupying more or less the same small patch – overlapping and not like the spread-out objects envisaged at reference 3, with each object occupying its own bit of the plane. A column of layer objects.

Note that, viewed from above, these various layer objects will overlap without coinciding.
Projecting them onto our foundation, we have a set of points which we call the closure of our column object, with projection generally being defined in the next section.

Projection



[Figure II]

We have a projection from our objects onto our foundation, a projection which maps each point in the object onto a square on the foundation plane defined by that grid point, in the same way as a cell on an Excel worksheet is defined by row and column. A conversion of points in space to space.

So, in Figure II above, we have projected six points from some object onto squares on the foundation, taking a bit of liberty between the squares. Note that the squares are deemed to exclude the top edges and the left hand edges, so that they add up nicely. That is to say we have the half open squares defined as sets of the form: {(x,y) | 0 <= x <1, 0 <= y <1}.


[Figure III]

While in Figure III above, we have a layer object made up of nine occurrences of a pattern defined on a rectangle with six rows and five columns. Each pattern is made up of thirty points, and each pattern maps onto one of the pink rectangles in the example. We then take the union of our nine pink rectangles to make the projection of the object as a whole.

In this way, we have mapped our layer objects, defined in terms of points, onto rectangular polygons on our foundation plane – where by rectangular polygon we mean a polygon where all the edges are either vertical or horizontal lines.

We tweak the definition in the case of a loop, to project the closure, giving us something rather bigger, something without a hole in the middle.


[Figure IV]

While, in the case of a column object, we have the same point on each layer and we would just have that one point to project, onto one of the small pink squares of Figure II, drawn at a rather large scale than Figure III. However, what we actually do is project the closure of the column object, giving us something rather bigger, more a collection of big rectangles in the way of Figure IV which shows, in a rather rough and diagrammatic way, the union of three layer objects – pink, blue and green – something potentially more complicated than the projection of a single layer object. In this example, the column object itself would be somewhere in the middle, a place where all three colours overlap.

This projection enables us to apply the usual terms from set theory, from plane geometry to the objects in our world. This set is a subset of that set, or more correctly the projection of this object is a subset of the projection of that object. This set is disjoint from that set. The set S1 is the union of the disjoints sets S2 and S3.

Sometimes we are a little sloppy and omit the projection bit, but hopefully things will be clear enough.

Inclusion

We are now in a position to define inclusion, a relation between objects derived in a straightforward way from the set inclusion relation on their projections. An object X is said to include the object Y if the projection of Y is a proper subset of the projection of X. A definition which excludes X including itself, that is to say the inclusion relation is neither reflexive nor commutative – but it is transitive.

Note that we are not here distinguishing between inclusion inside the line which makes a loop and inclusion inside the closure of that loop. And it is entirely possible for an object to lie inside a line.

On the other hand, an object inside a loop can be defined on a pattern on the same layer as that defining the loop, which would not otherwise be possible, affording us some economy in the use of layers.

When the object X (defined on the pattern K) includes the object Y (defined on the pattern L), we say that the Y qualifies X or that Y describes X, tells us something about X. And what Y is, what is most relevant about Y to X, might be on the spot, included in turn within Y, while for information which is not so important, we might need to go elsewhere, perhaps to some other layer, to some other object defined (and identified) by that same pattern L for that information. Part of the point of this last device being that it allows us to escape from a hierarchical, nested tree structure to the more powerful network.

We say that an object X is terminal if it includes no other object.

But the main point is that we have used coincidence in space to link object X with object Y, a coincidence, a binding (a word much used in this sort of context) which is made possible by the device of layers.

Digressing slightly, we could even manage a full blown expression in the sense of reference 4, if we cared to spend three or more layers on them, something of the form ‘run(man(tall name=Peter) across=road(name=‘Manor Green Road’ with=pudding)’: expressions, with which, when supported by suitable conventions & customs, I believe that you can say more or less anything.


[Figure V]

A simpler expression than the running expression, with just two labelled phrases, is illustrated in Figure V above, with the large green rectangle carrying the expression as a whole; with the blue and pink rectangles carrying the phrase labels; and, with the brown and grey rectangles carrying the phrase bodies. But with a bigger page one could do better.

Pointers

During a frame of consciousness, waves of arousal will be washing around our structure.

Some of this movement will be up and down column objects, where arousal at one frequency will tend to spread out to other frequencies. Some will be around layer objects.

Some will be across peers, some will be across in-laws, some will be around layer objects with loop boundaries. Some will be between neighbouring layer objects.

Some of it will be further afield, using synaptic connections compiled into the structure of a frame.

These connections will join up pairs of objects in our structure. But, given that we think that some economy of connection is appropriate, needed to move us from noise to information, which of the many pairs in these sets will be connected?

Now, we can describe the nests of objects built with patterns & inclusion with expressions of the form: K1(L1 K2) or more complicated K1(L1(M1 M2) K2(K3 M2 M3) L2(M4 M5 L3(K4 L4(M6))) L5), in both of which, following our convention, all the strings like ‘K3’ stand for patterns. In the example given in Figure V, we might have K1(L1(M1) L2(M2) …).

If X is a layer object, then E(X) is its expression, an expression which will include all its subordinate objects. The terminal elements of these expressions – in the example just given, M1 and M2 – with also correspond to the terminal objects of the previous section. The expressions for the terminal objects themselves will be trivial. Otherwise, these expressions will usually capture information from a number of layers.

We also have a limited version of the expressions defined at reference 3, simplified to the extent that we do not label our phrases, and so we can partially order our objects using these expressions: X < Y if the expression describing Y is an instance of the expression describing X, in short, if Y is bigger than X.

We note in passing that an expression of the sort exemplified above does not capture all of what we have in our structure at that position, but it can capture quite a lot of it, rather in the way that the word ‘cat’, for someone who knows cats, can have much the same force as a picture of a cat or even a real cat. And what it does not capture it can point to.

We say that there will be two way pointers between X and Y if: X < Y; and, there is no Z such that X < Z < Y. Note that there might be more than one such Y, potentially giving us an upward pointing tree.

This definition of pointing does not call on layers, although it is likely that many pointers will cross from one layer to another. It might turn out that our processes might have preferences, at one time preferring to go from high frequency layers to low frequency layers, at another the other way around.

We make no claims here about in exactly what sense X and Y are about the same real world object or category; we are just defining some pointers, pointers which will be followed in the processing to be specified in a post to come. Pointers which bind, in this case, X and Y together. But see the note about peer objects above.

Threads

Sometimes there will be a natural clustering of the data in our structure into what we call threads.

Sometimes one is more conscious of one or more of the threads individually, sometimes one is more conscious of the frame as a whole. There is a sense of the threads being the foreground objects of consciousness and there might or might not be a thread for the background. Also, that there will sometimes be a self thread, which may, depending on the circumstances, give rise to anxiety or even fear. It is, in some way, exposed to attack by virtue of simply being there.

This clustering will be expressed in terms of column objects, with each thread being one or more column objects and the layer objects which interact with them. Any one column object can only appear in one thread and few layer objects will appear in more than one. The point of a thread is that it is reasonably self-contained.

Or as Tononi & Koch would have it at reference 7, both integrated and differentiated at the same time. Which might be achieved here by varying the balance between the processes scanning threads and those scanning the frame, the structure as a whole; between intra-thread scanning and inter-thread scanning. I believe something of the sort occurs with the partials of a church bell, but more of that in a post to come. But, in the meantime, for budding campanologists, there is reference 8.

With the expectation that, if one were to apply some statistical clustering tool, perhaps independent components analysis, to the structure as a whole, these threads are what one would come up with.

And with the further expectation that threads will persist, active or not and at least after a fashion, in time. To the extent of a thread about the dog running down the garden today being recognisably the same as that we had yesterday. With threads, along with objects generally, both building from current input and drawing down from permanent memory.

Sequences

We introduced lines and loops at reference 6, but deferring the matter of sequences, to which we now turn. With the allegation at reference 5 being that sequences are essential support for the activity planning which is particularly human.

The idea is that we define the line with a large enough pattern, on layer A, for the items in the sequence to be included in it.


[Figure VI]

In Figure VI above, the pink line holds our sequence, perhaps the alphabet, with the first six letters shown, the layer objects X1, X2, X3, X4, X5 and X6, defined on one or more layers other than A, being the members of the sequence. We will have rules about there not being any other objects in the same space, other than, perhaps, something marking the start. Maybe other small marker objects of the same sort – objects which function a bit like the small words and word endings doing grammatical things in natural languages. But we do not need to fuss about the shape or the position of these member objects, it is enough for them to be included by the right container.

The pink patterns function as containers, with the objects inside being the members of the sequence. Things are so arranged that we can arouse each member of the sequence in turn, with the position marked by a cursor, shown here on the fourth letter, at X4. The cursor moves on at some prompt from the outside and we thus arouse each member of the sequence in turn.

Odds and ends

We say that the structure is simple if for all patterns K, there is exactly one member of P(K) which is an instance of all other members of P(K). Or put another way, all the P(K) have maxima, an object which contains the most, all the information about the objects which have been defined on K. A property which appears to exclude the both possibility of holding contradictory information about an object, and that of using the detailed versions of objects for different members of the same category, say dogs. More work needed here.

We say that an object is grounded if it relates in some simple way to something out in the outside, the real world. An object – such as a pie – or an event – such as a duck crossing the road. Some of our objects are going to be grounded in this way.

We believe that by building our structure in this way, we are leveraging the visual image processing machinery that vertebrates have been working on for a long time. Leveraging that machinery to do something which is mostly confined to the human vertebrates.

Conclusions

We believe that, using the machinery which we have now introduced, we will be able to capture, to express a great deal of information about both the real worlds and the inner worlds, in a form which makes it accessible to neural processing, processing of a sort which might generate our grail, our consciousness. We shall turn to this processing in a future post.

But first, we will try out this machinery on more of the sort of data that we think that we might want to hold in our structure.

Words with special meanings

Column object, Frame, Structure, Foundation, Grounded, Inclusion, In-law, Layer, Layer object, Peer, Power set, Projection, Simple, Terminal, Thread.

References

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/12/from-grids-to-objects.html.

Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/an-assembly-for-consciousness.html.

Reference 3: On initial  brain activity mapping of episodic and semantic memory code in the hippocampus - Joe Z. Tsien and others – 2013.

Reference 4: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/expressions-and-their-orders.html.

Reference 5: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/what-is-consciousness-for.html.

Reference 6: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/lines.html.

Reference 7: Consciousness: here, there and everywhere - Tononi & Koch – 2015.

Reference 8: http://www.hibberts.co.uk/.

Reference 9: http://www.sqa.org.uk/e-learning/SDM03CD/page_31.htm.

Reference 10: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=sra.

Group search key: sra. For which you can click on reference 10 above.