About ten years ago, compilerbitch posted a photo she had taken of doseybat leaning on a balcony and looking out over... a seascape, I think. It was black-and-white and had a grim look to it. Then I happened to see the colour original, and was astonished at the psychological effect the blue sky in it had on the feeling of the photo.
That gave rise to an Idea (which, like all of my best ideas, sat around in the back of my mind for years before becoming reality), of making a similar photo, in which like clouds drifting past, patches would drift across the photo, only these would be patches of full colour on a greyscale background; and then eventually one would come that was large enough to encapsulate most of the photo and bring life to it before departing again.
Doing this idea proper justice, i.e. at a high enough frame rate to look smooth, would involve convolution matrices and be at the limit of my technical ability. It would also involve more time than I am going to have this side of my wedding; so here, to give you a taster for what it would be (and probably scratch my itch enough that the full thing never happens now) is the work of most of an evening instead:
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(A florin, for those who don't know, was a two-shilling British coin; at the time I was growing up predecimal one and two shilling coins were still in circulation as 5p and 10p coins (this continued until these coins were replaced with smaller ones in 1992), but I had to go back to older ones to find one with the word "florin" on it.)
Arnie the rabbit seems to have really taken to it; I don't know where he learned to play so well!
See video (I don't think I can embed this).
...although possibly this explains something:( View piccy )Right, that's enough excitement for one evening; time for bed:( View piccy )
The Net of a Million Lies says a program called gtkpod will do the job for me, on my desktop running XFCE on Ubuntu Linux. However, this seems to rely on the iPod's filesystem being mounted as a regular directory; and this is not (no longer?) the case in the current version of XFCE. It automatically mounts two sub-areas of the iPod filesystem, but not under /media; and in any case gtkpod seems to want the whole filesystem mounted. I've managed to get the filesystem mounted with a truly horrible hack, but gtkpod is still not playing ball.
Has anyone managed to transfer music to an iPod from recent versions of Ubuntu, and if so, how did you do it?
Consequently, the spelling of the English words was changed to use an O instead of a U, which made life easier for readers a thousand years ago, though more difficult for people trying to learn English spelling. It's amazing how much insight knowing this has given me on English spelling; I keep coming across more and more words the spelling of which this explains.
* "Coney" used to be in general use in English to mean "rabbit". (The German for "rabbit", Kaninchen, rendered piecewise into its English cognates, comes out as the cutesy "coneykin".) But when in the nineteenth century "cunny" arose as slang for "c*nt", which was the pronunciation at the time of "coney", the latter dropped out use, despite an attempt to rescue it by pronouncing it the way it was written, in favour of the term "rabbit", originally meaning a young rabbit.
On a similar subject, I recently discovered from the History of English podcast the reason why we have in England, counties and countesses but not counts. These terms were brought into English from Norman French after the Norman Conquest, displacing the older English terms, but "count" never quite managed to displace "earl" because its pronunciation was too much like "c*nt". I reckon at the time, the former would have had the vowel in "food" and the latter the vowel in "good", making them more similar than they are today.
I wonder if there are any other words that resemblance to taboo words forced out of the language...
After all this, you will not be surprised to hear that when, last year, an album of music came out called The Lost Songs of St Kilda, I was intrigued, and asked aviva_m to get it for me for Chanukah. The story is that a decade ago, an old man, Trevor Morisson, was discovered playing this music on a piano in an old age home in Scotland. He'd been evacuated to the isle of Bute during the War, and had there been taught by one of the St Kildans who left during the islands' final evacuation in 1930 how to play the melodies sung by the islanders as they climbed the cliffs looking for birds' eggs.
No one else had recorded this music, no one had written it down; to my surprise it seems that none of the St Kildans (the last of whom died just last year) had even taught it to their children. (The fact the St Kildan church frowned upon music may have had something to do with this, at a guess.) If it were not for Trevor Morisson, this subculture would have died out completely (rather than just partially—Morisson only knew eight songs, and did not know the words to them).
Yet now, after eighty-six years, a young man's recordings of Morisson (made on a laptop with a £3 microphone) have been released to the world, and inspired others to compose around them, or be inspired by them.
I find the music to be moving, but even without that, the story a moving one too.
It's true that I value tradition, and I appreciate the tourist dollars the Royal Family bring in to the UK, but still, those who know me will have heard me say many times "God save the Queen: she's the only thing keeping Prince Charles off the throne", and I have sympathy for Prince William's years of raging against the predestination of his life before he finally came to accept it.
If I got to refashion the British constitution, I think I'd actually keep the constitutional monarchy, but I'd revert to the pre-Norman system where the Witenagemot (or today, the electorate) chose the next monarch from among members of the Royal Family (or those who stood for the post). I'd also thoroughly purge the monarchy of any political power whatsoever: something that unfortunately the reaction of the establishment to the Black Spider Letters debacle shows isn't going to happen in the UK any time soon.
Anyhow, I didn't take part in any street parties during the Queen's Golden Jubilee or her Diamond Jubilee, and indeed laughed a bit at my parents for so doing. (My streets didn't hold parties anyway.) Afterwards, I regretted this a bit: unless the Queen is lucky enough to make it to her Platinum Jubilee at the age of 95, there aren't going to be any more jubilees until I'm an old man (and in any case, I've taken myself out of the running for any more such by removing myself to a different country, where I won't even get a Bank Holiday to celebrate them).
So I thought I'd post a picture here of myself at the one jubilee of the Queen where I really did join in the celebrations, and the street party, wholeheartedly. But then, I was a bit young for political thinking at the time of the Silver Jubilee.
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This one also features a quotation from the early mystical literature, along with a reference to the concept found in the Targum that Jacob's face is engraved on God's Throne of Glory.
I couldn't quite resolve all my issues with the Hebrew this time; corrections are welcome.
And again, feel free to share the link more widely.
I thought it might be nice (having previously googled for a translation of the first of these texts, and only been able to find bits of it) to make these texts available for small prayer groups, where not having a minyan is a real possibility; so they can use them as a study resource to fill the slightly awkward gap not being able to recite Kaddish or Bār’chu can leave, or to recite them in part or entirety.
So here's the first one for you; watch this space for further contributions. And please do let me now if you have found any mistakes, or would like to collaborate on this project.