A limp cheese sandwich and a public pee

I open the car door as far as it will go and step out in the expanse of space, saunter to the boot, put the buggy up and park it next to the car.  I swing the bear out and into his seat and we make the short walk from the mother and baby spaces to the lift.  The lift is light and bright, we press the button and head to the shops.

Typical as typical can be, we need a nappy change almost immediately but no problemo, a short trip up to the baby change in the nearest department store and we’re sorted.  We take advantage of the complimentary nappies and wipes, and I spend a penny quickly in the cubicle within the baby changing room.  There is plenty of room for Grandma to wait on the chair by the fresh flowers.

A few wide aisled shops later, with happy chatty shop assistants who contribute to entertaining the bear while we pay, and we’re ready for lunch.

We head to a department store we know and like, and choose a nice table by the window to people watch.  Plenty of space to park up the buggy, and a high chair arrives from a helpful staff member.

We choose fresh whole grain sandwiches with a variety of fillings for me, Grandma and the bear (who takes a mini sandwich selection from the kiddies section), as well as sticky cakes and cups of tea, with a smoothie for the bear.

What a lovely day.

Hold up, hold up….. (as they say in rap type songs before they reeee-wind).

Now I live in Oxford, and I don’t know about your home town, but this certainly isn’t a picture of my average shopping trip.

The car park has no mother and baby parking.  I usually scrape the door on a pillar as I try to get the bear out.  Once I had to get the car seat out and place it on the floor, then park the car after failing to get him out from a miniscule space.  And the lift stinks of wee.

Baby changing facilities are grotty and never have a toilet in them, so if you’re alone and need to go, you either have to cross your legs or go with the door ajar so you can see the baby.

When we stop for lunch, I balance my son on my knee while we try to eat.  Although large, the eatery we’ve chosen only has a small number of highchairs, all of which are taken.

Now, the main reason for this post – children’s food options in department stores.  Ooh yes I’d like the crayfish and rocket on rye please, and yes of course my son would be very happy with the limp cardboard white bread and processed cheese sandwich.  A meal deal you say?  Great – a carton of bright e-number filled orange juice and a packet of Cheddars, perfect.

Not convinced…

Why is it that these places assume that children won’t eat anything you eat? Granted we’re pretty lucky that the bear is ruled by his stomach and has a very wide appreciation of all things edible, but come on – a little variety wouldn’t go a miss.

What are the general child/baby facilities like in your home town?  I feel a petition coming on!!!!

By the way, the department store we ate in was Marks & Spencer.  They really ought to know better.  However I should add that I forget now what the accompaniments to the floppy sandwich were, but they weren’t especially inspiring.

I’d also like to add that the best child-friendly restaurant we’ve found is ASK – good kids menu, colouring book and stickers for entertainment and no frowny looks from the staff when olives start being hurled around.

Flats and Sharps

Surprisingly, this evening I have found the time to restring/retune my faithful SG. Unsurprisingly, it still sounds as though it is being played by a tone-deaf, rhythmically-challenged, geriatric, arthritic left-handed camel. From Gravesend. Actually, I’m not that surprised. Just disappointed that I continue to sound like Bonnie and Clyde. Instead of Bonnie Raitt. Still, you want to see it?

Looking better than I make it sound

Tonight has been ‘a boy’s night in’. Apart from restringing the SG – and getting very tempted to get my acoustic out for a tune-up – I have had a film-fest. The Bourne Identity. What an awesome film. There are cinematographic sequences in The Bourne Identity that could have been shot by Luc Besson. That’s high praise. I view Luc Besson as one of the finest producers of high-speed action sequences we’ve ever been blessed with. But what I love about The Bourne Identity is the attention to detail. There are flashes of authentic spook tradecraft, and it’s a pleasure to see such things being used correctly.

Saturday afternoon I’m going to a rehearsal studio to shoot film. If you’re in the OX area and you’d like to join me, let me know – I could use another photographer! I aim to be there for an hour from 1pm, and will be photographing and videoing just about non-stop. Ideally I’d like to come away with 150 shots as well as video footage, so another lense on the job would be more than welcome. I’m looking for a mix of aspects; close-ups, ultra-close-ups, groupwork, action portraits. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t done it before, just come along and snap away.

Professor Steven Hawking and Professor Leonard Mlodinow will, no doubt, both be criticised for their lack of religious understanding, once the precise detail behind their published thinking – that God did not create the universe – has sunk in. It takes a man of extraordinary moral backbone to make this declaration, but for two such eminent scientists to haul themselves in to the God-botherers’ firing line is stunning. We know that the Roman Catholic branch of this superstition have gone as far as to employ scientists, to enable greater understanding of academic study. But the other branches of this flat-earth organisation that studiously refuse to believe empirical evidence will continue to shove their ostrich-like heads in the sand. Which makes me wonder why so many people follow these irrational beliefs?

Documenting Dogs Running Free, Dubber-style

Last week I wrote a post about Dogs Running Free, a collaborative musical project that I’m doing next weekend with Nick and Spence. Since then I’ve recorded demos of a few song ideas and thought about how best to present the project online.

Part of the idea is to finish as much as possible within the 3-day recording session, and not to spend weeks afterwards editing video and mixing tunes. But I don’t think it’s going to lend itself to a live broadcast (most of the time we’ll probably be plugging things in and thinking). What we need is a curated archive of video and audio footage, without having to do too much curation…

Associative vernacular whuh?!

It just so happens that I was reading a blog post by Andrew Dubber the other day called Music and associative vernacular media, in which he describes an event at which he did exactly this. A bunch of musicians were brought together to write, rehearse and perform some music over a few days, and it was all documented online by giving the performers Flip cameras and asking them to “point them at whatever they thought was interesting”. Their short video clips (between 30 seconds and 3 minutes each) were uploaded to a blog throughout the day, given a title and tagged with roughly predefined keywords. In this way you can build a simple video archive that the audience can explore:

Because what’s interesting is not the video itself, but the way in which that video potentially links to other, related videos from within the same context – and makes connections from which narrative meaning can be constructed.

Call it associative vernacular mediation.

So you might see a short video of me talking about an idea for a Hammond riff, and when it’s finished you could follow a number of links – to other videos of me talking, other videos featuring the Hammond, or other videos related to that song. There’s no fixed way of exploring, you just watch whatever catches your eye. Like Dubber says, it’s an interesting way of “making internet”.

Rather than make a fly-on-the-wall documentary about the project, or subject the musicians to a Big Brother-style reality show production, the aim was to use the more conversational, rough-and-ready ‘vernacular’ attributes of the world wide web – and, for that matter, allow them to select what should and shouldn’t be filmed.

Wait a minute – who’s dream are we in?

I’m using Dubber’s idea to solve a practical problem, but it’s very interesting to think about it from a higher, more academic, level. If you’re at all interested in this sort of conversation, you should definitely follow Dubber. He’s a clever dude:

This project is, in part, intended as a provocation and exploration toward what a natively ‘read-write’ form of music mediation might be in the digital environment. And while it could be argued (and often is) that this sort of technological intervention ‘devalues’ music, or that the deprioritisation of a controlled, ordered, finished and idealised definitive product constitutes a form of cultural net loss, that proposition does have an air of nostalgia to it, and also asserts an ideal form of mediation that is always problematic and conservative.

I would argue, as a form of media communication itself, rather than simply something that requires mediation, music (and the activity of making music) is not simply a fixed artistic expression, but a very human activity – a set of practices, shared symbolic meanings and discourses that connect people: the people making the music as well as the people for whom the music is performed.

I’m getting excited about this project now (can you tell? ;), and it’s going to be great fun seeing how (and if) Nick and Spence get into the online side of things. Xander is coming along in his usual role as genius behind-the-scenes producer, which should ease the pressure. After all, we are there to make music!

There will be a Tumblr to collect all the videos, and follow me, Nick and Spence for the inside scoop. I imagine we’ll be hashtagging everything #dogsrunningfree too.

Thursday 1: Jennifer Lea Lampton, "Wordpress is better than Drupal"

Live demo

Want to get content into Wordpress

“Dumb” copying and pasting seems to work OK

Appearing is pretty bad, but oo, I have lots of themes. Really quick to switch them, and it just works.
Installing a new theme – JUST WORKS. So painless

Awfully large header. Can we change that?
An editor. So we can!

My mom has got images of horses too. What can we do with that?
Hey, we can create a gallery. Let’s do that.

Now we can add some images. Upload one. There’s small boxes for a bunch of information. But we can add them.

Can I make a page for my gallery to show on?
let’s look in plugins area.
[note that the plugin is already installed. Plugin discovery is still not simple.]
how about that link? No, that’s not it.
[gets a bit lost]
maybe google knows. Hey, FAQs for NextGEN gallery. There it is.
That works. I have a gallery.

I have a site

When I log into a wp site, I have straight away links to doing stuff.

What happens when I want to add wysiwyg to Drupal? Wp is just there.

What if we have to set up wysiwyg? It’s like twelve steps.

What if I want to set up tags?

What if I want to change how it looks? “Hire a themer.” OK, how do I do that?

How do I add images? How do I get image cache? What’s that?

Has anyone ever set up a calendar on Drupal?

How does my mom upgrade things on Drupal? “Use drush!” There’s this place called modules, but apparently that’s wrong.

What’s a page? It’s a content type. Maybe something with panels. Something your browser spits out. Maybe it’s a view, or a category listing.

Posts? Depending on which bit of UI you used, you might get that word.

What are themes? Are they skins?

Are categories taxonomy?

We do things because that’s the way we do it.

Developers like to build new stuff. They don’t necessarily care when there’s existing stuff.

Developers don’t care about looks. They think their job is done when it sort of works.

Developers don’t care about ux if they can use drush.

Drupal is sort of a blank slate. You can put blocks where you want them, but why would you?

Wordpress is a finished product.

All you have to do is satisfy market need. Wp is behind us, but they can move fast, and they’re looking at us.

3.0? Their blogging engine turned into a content management engine.

They’re catching up pretty quick. What happens when we’re left in drupal-is-fun land, alone? 

What do we need?

Distributions? Yes! All that time saved.
“so many distributions can be really confusing”
Wordpress has three. So we could say we do e-commerce.

Wordpress has direction. It makes good products, but it’s more top-led

Does e community need to make distros or a better blank slate?
Both.

“officially supported”
What does that mean?
“not just supported by one company, but supported by core”
How does that happen in the module lifecycle? we need to come up with some kind of standard, or a way to get acceptance. How do we do this? 

Drupalmodules.com – one guy has an attitude of “I can do this better on my own.” big security risks. Big problem for drupal reputation. It’s not right.

“we don’t ship a product. We need to ship products.”
Is it n ot too late to chase wp as a blog product?
“No.”
One thing we don’t have is a great team of salesmen. Wp has that. Whether we can take over their space, I doubt. But we have to figure out how to do the whole vertical.

“OpenAtrium – already done? And now we’re feeding back into the community.”
Yeah, but how do you know about OpenAtrium? Because you’re already in the community.

There is no drupal.com
“as more companies start working on distros, we’ll get a middle ground.”
How quickly can we do this?
Developers get so excited about all these technologies that prototypes sometimes don’t get finished.

Political Innovation Essays: Towards Interactive Government

A few months back Paul Evans asked me to write a short essay/blog post for the Political Innovation project – taking a series of posts about how politics could be done better – and cross-posting them on political blogs from different places on the political spectrum. I managed to escape dissertation writing long enough to draft the below, which has been posted today as the first post in the series and is featured on the Political Innovation site; Left Foot Forward and Local Democracy blog so far. Comments, if any, should all go to the main Political Innovation site…

Here’s the post:

The communication revolution that we’ve undergone in recent years has two big impacts:

  • It changes what’s possible. It makes creating networks between people across organisations easier; it opens new ways for communication between citizens and state; it gives everyone who wants it a platform for global communication; and it makes it possible to discover local online dialogue.
  • It changes citizen expectations of government. When I can follow news from my neighbour’s blog on my phone, why can’t I get updates on local services on the mobile-web? When I can e-mail someone across the world and be collaborating on a document in minutes, why is it so hard to have a conversation with the council down the road? And when brands and mainstream media are doing interactivity and engagement – why are government departments struggling with it so much?

Right now, government is missing out on significant cost saving and service-enhancing benefits from new forms of communication and collaboration. But the answers are not simply about introducing new technology – they are to be found in intentional culture change: in creating the will and the opportunity for interactive government.

There are three things we need to focus on:

  • Culture change. Although there are pockets of interactivity breaking out across the public sector, it’s often counter-cultural and ‘underground’. Most staff feel constrained to work with tools given to them by IT departments, and to focus on official lines more than open conversations. Creating a culture of interactivity needs leadership from the top, and values that everyone can sign up to.
  • Removing the barriers. There are literally hundreds of small daily frustrations and barriers that can get in the way of interactive government. It might be the inability of upload a photo to an online forum (interactive government has human faces…), or consent and moderation policies that cover everyone’s backs but don’t allow real voices to be heard. Instead of ignoring these barriers, we need to overcome them – to rethink them within an interactive culture that can make dialogue and change a top priority.
  • Solving tough problems. Public service is tough: it has to deal with political, democratic and social pressures that would make most social media start-ups struggle. We need to think hard about how interactive technology and interactive ways of working play out in the tough cases that the public sector deals in every day.

The Interactive Charter is a project to explore how exactly we go about making government into interactive government. It’s got three parts:

  • Creating a pledge – The ‘Interactive Charter’ will be a clear statement that any organization (or senior manager within an organization) can sign up to say something along the lines of “I want my organization to get interactivity; and I’ll commit to overcoming the barriers to interactive ways of working”. With a promise and commitment from the top removing the barriers should get a lot easierOf course to just hand down a pledge wouldn’t be very interactive, so we’re drafting it on Mixed Ink.
  • Naming the problems…and overcoming them – We’ve already made a start over on the Interactive Charter wiki, but we would love you to join in suggesting practical challenges, and practical solutions, to interactive and digital working in government.
  • Putting it into practice – We want to pilot the approach: getting top-level support, and removing the barriers to interactivity from the ground up. Could your organization be part of that?

So, if you’ve got a vision for more interactive government, you can share it by redrafting the current pledge. And if you’ve faced or solved problems around interactive government, help shape the body of knowledge around each of the barriers and their solutions on the wiki. Of course, you could also just drop in comments over on the Political Innovation blog…

Putting words into mouths

Journalism and accounting seem not to mix at The Daily Mail, which is a significant problem for Mail journalists, as they often like to examine, in the minutest detail, public finance mistakes – and expose those mistakes to general and widespread derision. Just imagine the glee that the Mail would exhibit as it jumped all over a story where the finances were under-budgeted by 30%. Oh, wait… Someone needs to remind the Mail journalists how many days there are in a week.

click for the big picture

Unfortunately, no-brainers aren’t the exclusive domain of the Daily Mail. I pulled this one off the BBC News website. The clipping shows a photograph of possibly the most hated former British Prime Minister since Sir Robert Walpole took up the title, 289 years ago. As if it were some kind of herculean feat, the BBC asks the question: ‘How do you sum up a life story in two words?’, next to Mr Blair’s photograph.  Oh, in his case, that’s really easy, ‘War Criminal’.

This man is a vagina, but in colloquial terms (click for the big picture)

Guest Post: Alfie on British Food…

Hello Anne’s faithful readers! While she is off on vacation, allegedly roughing it in a tent on cold hard ground, she has asked me to guest blog. Woo hoo!

My name is Brahm, I live in Edmonton, Canada — that is our house above, or a reasonable facsimile. I write at http://www.alfredliveshere.com/, which is named for the adorable Alfred, pictured below…

When Annie asked me to fill in, I wondered what the hell to ramble about. She is British, I am Canadian, what do we have in common besides our blogs, our mischievous dogs, our liberal left leanings, our incredible good looks, our addictions to Barbie’s pink van and crystal meth? Hmmm…

So I have nothing. Then I thought of my visits to the UK, where I loved the history, the architecture, the people, the arts, just everything. Well, everything except the food. The food kinda blew. And worse than the bland boiled battered food, was all the weird food names. What is up with that?

As I love lists in a sick obsessive way, here’s ten winners:
1- Yorkshire Pudding: This is not pudding, people! it is batter. What would Bill Cosby say?
2- Clotted Cream: This name is just wrong, and makes everything sound gross. It is sort of whipped cream that wasn’t whipped, it just sat there. Ick.
3- Fish and Chips: Nothing wrong there, love these. Of course, batter and deep fry anything and you are gonna win. Like Oreos. Or tempura. Or, I heard recently, butter.
4- Bangers: These are sausages, people. Way less exciting than their name.
5- Toad In The Hole: Food name? No. Porn flick name? Yes.
6- Kippers: oily gutted fish… for breakfast?
7- Bread Pudding: Again, NOT PUDDING!
8- Trifle: never had it, may be delicious, makes me think of the Friends episode where Rachel got pages of a cookbook stuck together and baked meat into the trifle. Ick.
9- Butterfly Cakes: Haven’t had these either, are apparently a type of cupcake, how could that be wrong?
10- Spotted Dick: Another tragically bad food name. I mean, really, do people order spotted dick off a menu? Does the waiter giggle?
So there you have it, my superficial, fact-free tourist view of British food. And yes this is coming from Canada, where we put maple syrup on everything, and our closest thing to a national food is poutine. Look it up. It’s soggy and messy and gross.
Have a great vacation Anne!

While You Were Out…

You lucky lot! Today you are getting a real treat…. this is a guest post written by Ron from the marvellous blog called; “If I had a blog“. Enjoy, and don’t forget to drop by Ron’s blog to say hello!

Well, Anne is away on holidays this week and she asked me to leave a guest post on her blog. I was very flattered and accepted. Anne gave me the keys to let myself in…I KNOW…right? It surprised the heck out of me too?!? She gave me the keys and didn’t even do a background check on me…silly girl! Honestly…it’s a little like asking the patients to run the asylum…but she asked.

So here I am. You know, I’ve been following Anne for some time now, and I’ve never seen her blog from this side. There’s a lot of stuff back here. It’s neat and organized mind you…but maybe I’ll dust while I’m here.


Along with having access to post Anne asked me if I would keep an eye on Naughty George for her as well (in a cyber-babysitting sort of way). Well apparently Naughty George doesn’t do well with separation anxiety and as I write this he is online ordering a large amount of dog toys from what appears to be a very expensive online pet supply site. I can’t believe Anne gave him access to her credit cards…oh well, she won’t be able to return any of it because by the time she gets back NG will have chewed everything…Anne can sort it out later. “George…go with the red diamond laced collar…it goes with your eyes.” Oops…sorry.


I have a proclivity for practical jokes…and this is a perfect opportunity…but first I will give you examples.

I was a partner in a small ad agency years ago and at a time when we were very busy, one of the partners decided to go on holiday. He deserved the time off no doubt, but the timing was [stressful]. In his absence we (the other 3 partners) filled his office from floor to ceiling with Styrofoam packing peanuts and put a “For Lease” on the door. The reaction was obvious. The next time he went on vacation we were in the middle of renovating our offices and upon his return he found that we had his office repainted, all of the furniture updated and it was in pristine condition for his inspection. Seeing that everything was in place, clean, fresh and new…he became suspicious. He asked, “Okay it looks great, but what did you do?” He checked drawers and doors. He checked to be sure that the handset had not been super-glued to the phone, and the chair to be sure it didn’t fall apart when he sat down. Again and nervously he asked, “WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Knowing he was a mild germaphobe, we replied, “Well, we each took turns licking our fingers and touching EVERYTHING in the office!” We hadn’t really done that, but he spent the rest of the afternoon with disinfectant scrubbing his office.

To that end…I invite you all to the party. Let’s cut loose and have fun in Anne’s absence. I’m not sure that I can approve moderated comments, but leave them anyway. Have fun and tell Anne about all of the wild things you did on her blog while she was away. We have hidden things, rearranged things and otherwise wreaked havoc in the name of freedom (lack of supervision) and we will slyly welcome her back seemingly innocent of the scorched path we have left behind. I will try to have things cleaned up before she gets back…but we’ll see.

I’m reasonably sure Anne is going to change the locks when she gets back :)

Shhhhh!

I’m just saying


Posted by Ron Reed from “If I had a Blog

The Gallery: Sunday 29th August

A great idea from Tara at Sticky Fingers for The Gallery this week – a snapshot of one day of summer – Sunday 29th August; and a way of marking the start of the amazing journey that Sian, Josie and Eva are taking for #Blogladesh with Save the Children.

We spent this Sunday with family, hubby joining us late afternoon after getting a few zzz’s in following a night shift.

The typical British weather held out just long enough to barbecue the food; and we gathered round the ‘big table’ for a feast.

Including new favourite, corn on the cob.

So this is my snap shot of one day of summer – Sunday 29th August.  Remember to check out the other entries over at Sticky Fingers when the linky goes up on Wednesday!

I’m not a Badger

“Why the bloody hell did I agree to that?” I asked myself, following it up with a self-flagellating bonk on my head with a serving spoon as punishment (I was in the kitchen and had been trying to swat a persistent wasp with the spoon before I turned it on myself). 

“Agree to what?” I hear you cry (inquisitively).

“To go camping, that’s what.”

Yep, you read right. C.A.M.P.I.N.G……… Me. Lady M. Proponent of all things luxurious and all things stuffed with duck down.

I had been duped into partaking in a pastime that I had previously denounced as barbaric: Akin to bear baiting, dog fighting, and sympathising with investment bankers.   

Pic.No.1. Ahhhh. Camping in the UK is a heart-warming affair

I had been duped into camping. So instead of sleeping in my comfortable bed, having long hot showers, and knocking up leisurely lunches on my ample cooker, I was faced with the prospect of sleeping on a plank in a semi-waterproof nylon room, and trying to scrape together a meal using a single miniature gas-burning stove. Why would I want to do that?! I didn’t want to do that, but as I say, I was duped.

It gets worse; there wasn’t going to be room service or a Concierge in the tent. And that is before I start on the lack of electricity or internet connection. Let’s look at how Stone Age men lived and then compare it with camping – see what I mean? – there’s not much in it. Well except for the clothes. Looking on the bright side, at least I’ll be wearing jeans and boots rather than a loincloth fashioned from pelt (although I wasn’t 100% sure that’ll be the case).

For god’s sake, I’m a human being! I have my needs and my rights! If I was supposed to grub around living off the land, I would have been born a Badger.

 Pic.No.2. But I’m not a Badger!

So how did I get myself into this scrape? It was totally my daughter’s fault. No actually, thinking about it, it was Izzy’s Dad’s fault. He had decided to take Izzy camping to help keep her entertained during the school holidays. So far so good. But then, during one of his regular coffee visits to my house, he got some devilment in him and said to Izzy; “shall we ask your Mummy if she wants to come camping?”

What a git. As soon as the words had fallen out of his mouth, I started frantically sawing the side of my hand across my throat …… “Noooooooo!” I  mouthed at him behind Izzy’s back. But it was too late. Izzy had picked up the baton and was running with it.

Not only was she running with it, but she was jumping up and down and clapping with happiness. To turn down a five year old who was so excited to have you camp with her, would have been like killing a kitten. So I hugged Izzy and said; “Ok darling, I would love to go camping with you,” whilst silently mouthing “you bastard,” to Steve who was laughing in the background.

So, tomorrow I will be driving to a campsite in Swanage for a “camping holiday” (that’s got to be an oxymoron).  I’m not sure how long I’ll be away, but the good news is that I have got two amazing Guest Bloggers lined up to keep you entertained……. please put your hands together for …………………..

Ron Reed from “If I had a Blog” (who will be writing tomorrow)

Brahm from “Alfred Lives Here” (who will be writing on Wednesday)

Enjoy! And see you when I get back.