Monthly Archives: January 2009

George Orwell and 1984 – the truth is a lie

CHECK OUT the link on the right to George Orwell’s diaries from the 1930s.

Of course Orwell, whose real name was Eric Blair, wrote 1984 and also found himself in the thick of things during the Spanish Civil War, in the crossfire between the anarchists and the agitprops.

Animal Farm is one of his tomes too. In the 1960s it was one of the texts that us kids had to learn to get our English GCEs.  I failed. He worked for British Intelligence during the Second World War – although he was an anarchist, he appeared to be quite a conformist too. His diaries from the 1930s show he quite liked eggs, the definite mark of a conformer.

In the fight against the Spanish Fascists, celebrated in one of his rather less read but beautifully written books, Homage to Catalonia,  he found himself in one of Dante’s Hells. The hell being that though he was obviously an anarchist, the commies and the fascists wanted to kill him.

Anarchism gets a bad press, even in the 21st century, but Barcelona was a model of what can be done by folk who have a sense of community.

And oddly, modern Barcelona is still a pretty free city.  A pretty fair biography of Eric Blair is here.

Mahaballipuram is a delight

THE PICTURE ON THE HEADER above is part of a delightful relief to be found in the rocks at Mahaballipuram. It’s not far from Chennai (Madras).

Just a short walk away from here is the so-called “Sea Temple” – the dreadful tsunami a few years back revealed that there are many more temples under the waves.

Here’s the full pic of the Mahaballipuram relief, if you’re interested.  I particularly like the expressions on the faces of the elephants, as they nurture the elephant calf below.

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Two more sunsets happen in Oxford

AS THE MOON waxes, and the year grows, we are more interested in how the sky looks.

Tonight was a very violent sunset in Oxford, vivid in its colours and its hues.

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Yesterday was far less harsh, a pink hue, we feel. A nice hue and a nice feel.

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The same view, but with so many different colours.  It’s an English winter.

Solar panels score in 2008

HERE ARE the results of a whole year garnering electricity from 15 Sanyo solar panels on top of a terraced house in North London. The panels were first installed in March 2007, so this is the first full year of results available.

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This table below shows an estimate of what the panels have delivered since installation, together with a rough idea of the money they’ve generated.

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For more on the system installed, check here, and here, and here. As well as on this bog, here and here.

Long live the typewriter!

A DELIGHTFUL piece of guff on the IT Examiner web site today - a Press Trust of India (PTI) story all about how typewriters are making a comeback.

However, I have a confession to make. I have hung onto my IBM Selectric because I was fond of it so much. OK, it’s true that’s an electric typewriter,but my acquaintance with typewriters goes back far further than that. I got my first baby typewriter when I was 11 or 12 – my dad was a duty officer on Saturdays at a government establishment, and there was little else to do while he stood duty but play with the office typewriters.

The PTI story suggests that people are returning to typewriters so they can get up to speed with computer keyboards, but when I was in my early days of working, in the mid-1960s, offices had what was called a “typing pool”. These lasses, and they were invariably lasses, either took dictation directly or via a Dictaphone, or from an executive’s longhand.

The draft then went back to the suit to check, so there were plenty of opportunities for SNAFUs. Now, these days, the tables are turned, and the suits, whether they be female suits or mail suits, have to tap away on their own keyboards, so turning them into overpaid secretaries.

There was nothing more satisfying, in the days before photocopiers, than getting three sheets of quarto, bunging in two sheets of carbon paper, and expressing yourself forcibly through the power of QWERTYUIOP.

Type too fast or not skilfully enough, and the ts and the cs, the as and the ks all jammed together in a satisfying clash of the letters of the alphabets in which none of them won.

I don’t know why I’ve kept my IBM Selectric, but I’ve also hung to my AB Dick offset litho printer, a letterpress printer, and even a Stinkpad Butterfly from IBM as well as the bastard offspring of Acorn, the horrid Acorn Atom. This got so hot the only way it could be kept running was to cut a hole in the plastic casing to let out the heat. The other alternative was to continue to let the plastic melt onto the microprocessor. Must be nostalgia, I guess.

More on Sriranganatha Swami temple

ACCORDING TO the locals, the inner sanctum of the Sri Ranganatha temple, in Srirangapatna,  was first built in 817AD by a lass called Hambi, who was a temple dancer.

Sri Ranganatha is a form of Vishnu, and the video below shows the outside (gopura) of the temple, with various pilgrims shuttling backwards and forwards in front of it.