flaviomatani: (the wall hammer landscape)
( May. 1st, 2017 05:53 pm)
This Ars Technica story could be more, long lasting bad news, as it is part of a deliberate policy by the current US administration -they seem to have decreed that climate change does not exist. Echoes of King Canute...


https://arstechnica.com/science/2017/05/epa-purges-climate-change-information-as-part-of-website-updates/
flaviomatani: (OBrien1984)
( Jun. 30th, 2016 08:30 am)
This island feels much smaller now. In various senses. It feels meaner, less generous, more selfish and vindictive. At least in London we may be spared the worst of the xenophobic -no, wait, already a friend was told to go back to 'wherever she came from'. She's not even European. Those of us that are a little darker, have a funny accent, look different may not feel safe.

I also feel a bit.. disappointed, shall we say, by not being able to take part in a vote that was going to decide the rest of my life -and that of many others, even after nearly 30 years here. Maybe 'disappointed' is too mild a word. I feel like I've been put in my place as a second class citizen and I'm only good for paying taxes and be a good sheep. This is not a good feeling.
flaviomatani: (Harpya2)
( Jun. 24th, 2016 10:07 am)
This is not a good day. The forces of darkness are taking back control. Farage is happy. Trump is happy. Putin is probably mad with joy. The French National Front are asking for a 'Frexit'. The pound is taking a battering and many companies in certain sectors will be looking to move to Paris or Frankfurt. Come November we could have a demagogue like Boris Johnson as Prime Minister.

I've been here nearly 30 years. At this point in life it would be extremely difficult to uproot myself and go somewhere else and here is my life, my friends; I love how this island functions, at least most of the time. But the future is looking very uncertain indeed at the moment and I may need to consider what options I have. It is likely that the worst predictions regarding Brexit won't come to pass but it won't be good, nonetheless. Winter is coming.
flaviomatani: (computery)
( Jun. 1st, 2016 09:26 pm)
Finally took off-line the Icy Box four disk external USB box I had been using for the last couple of years to keep a bunch of external disks as, well, ABOD. A 4TB red WD disk was so totally corrupted this morning that no utility could see even the partition map. The same thing had happened a few months ago and then I'd bought the red (supposedly 'nas, always on' drive) WD. So now I'm not sure I have recent backups of a lot of the stuff in that drive. Boo.

Given that I cannot spend money on that sort of thing at the moment, I'll be stuck without that external storage. Keep the drive in case I can rescue it at a later date but prospects are not good.

Other annoying (not tragic or disastrous but annoying nonetheless) things have happened today.
flaviomatani: (guitar)
( Mar. 8th, 2016 10:02 am)
On a Met line train, making my way out of London for my teaching day in Watofordo. Running very late, won't be able to move stuff around (which will prevent me from using my printer, locked in a filing cabinet in my old teaching room which I cannot use because of a broken window mechanism that the school hasn't had time to fix, it's only been nine months since I reported it for the first time). This is probably going to be an interesting teaching day. As per the old supposedly Chinese curse.

The BT/Openreach engineer came yesterday, fixed the line, confirmed that 'somebody' had disconnected me to connect somebody else. This makes me wonder how long I will have telephone and internet before it happens again if it happened twice within 36 hours.

Elbow seems to be healing well but now I'm getting pain in my wrist (and more creaking when I turn it -not liking this much) and have noticed bruises on my knee and my leg that I hadn't noticed before, maybe because of the elbow. I should be able to play the guitar by the end of the week. I hope so; it is so much more long-winded to explain things in words than to demonstrate guitar in hand, even if you have the right words

Wondering about some friendships of mine (ok, one) that seem to be one way only, as in 'I try to be a friend, the other person tolerates my friendship'. That is not a satisfactory situation and I think I'll just get out of their hair. Anyone who reads this and knows my recent history will probably know who I'm talking about. Not their fault, we all are how we are.

Need to push the house-concert microgig idea more and get myself a few recitals for the summer. I'm so rubbish at 'selling the product', though. Need an agent, clearly... but that's another minefield.

Well, that's the current state of the flavio, I think. That, and strange dreams of loss and recovery and strange but familiar distant cities.
Well, the last few days have been rather strange and testing. In minor ways, nothing very dramatic but all the little things together do accumulate.

The most dramatic bit (or perhaps the most ridiculous one) must be my getting run over by a bicycle while coming back from feeding a travelling friend's cat. This resulted in a fractured radius, which impacts rather a lot of what I do: I cannot drive, lift weights... more importantly, I cannot play the guitar, which makes teaching it rather more complicated -half a bar of music demonstrated to a pupil can be worth hundreds of words. Literally. I also cannot properly wash or shower or do anything that requires two functional arms. Stretching or bending my left arm results in horrific shooting pain. Moving it at certain angles produces an intense pain that is very much like a cramp. Luckily (?) the bone didn't break, just fractured lengthwise and didn't change its position. Also feeling, curiously, like I let my friend down, somehow. One good thing is that the Royal Free Hospital people reassure me it won't take six weeks for me to be playing the guitar. Now, they do require me to do exercises stretching, flexing and rotating the arm. In other words, all the things that currently make me scream in agony...

The internet situation is even more strange. I had reported that my telephone line and broadband were dead. An engineer came on Monday and sorted it out, telling me that somebody ('a contractor, surely') had just disconnected me in order to connect somebody else. He reconnected me and I had internet and telephone... for less than 36 hours. Yesterday evening the line was dead again. I need the internet for a lot of stuff, partly for my teaching (I do a couple of online lessons) and communication with my pupils in several ways, apart from everything else I use it for. If that engineer was right I might be getting a sort of war of attrition, if BT/Openreach are going to be coming to fix that line for it to be pulled by ... whoever is doing it. This is unsustainable. We'll have to wait and see.

One little thing that compounds the internet situation is that I have very poor mobile reception in my flat. With luck I get enough to make phone calls (which often become warbly or get cut off). This hasn't always been the case and started about a year and a half ago. It means that in order to get some very patchy, very very slow internet I must put my mobile phone out the window and then tether the computer to it. Absurd, in these days. There's been a couple of other irritants these last few days but that's probably enough to mention. Nothing fatal, nothing big enough to warrant a good fit of sobbing screaming, but...
flaviomatani: (seventh seal)
( Jun. 29th, 2009 07:52 pm)
It looks nigh on impossible that I'll be getting the mortgage to buy the flat, even though I have a 48% deposit and the amounts required are tiny. There is one more thing to try but I'm not holding hope. At least this time I got an explanation on what is happening. Back to plan B. Or C.
flaviomatani: (seventhseal chess)
( Jun. 29th, 2009 07:48 pm)
It looks nigh on impossible that I'll be getting the mortgage to buy the flat, even though I have a 48% deposit and the amounts required are tiny. There is one more thing to try but I'm not holding hope. At least this time I got an explanation on what is happening. Back to plan B. Or C.
flaviomatani: (harpya3)
( Apr. 6th, 2009 11:54 am)
The council presented me with a bill for unpaid council tax for £38.20 for 2007. So I phone to enquire about this -final notice with no previous notices, two years on? And they tell me that there is an outstanding amount of o£350-something for that period, for ‘recalculation of benefit’. I never claimed benefit (two of my flatmates at the time did, if I remember correctly) and they’re long since gone from this place. No matter, I have to pay that amount, they say, even though it is a bill that largely has nothing to do with me. I should imagine it would be impossible to recover those ‘recalculated benefits’ from those two flat-mates (one of whom may be reading this). I really didn’t need this at this point, grr.
flaviomatani: (harpya3)
( Apr. 6th, 2009 11:54 am)
The council presented me with a bill for unpaid council tax for £38.20 for 2007. So I phone to enquire about this -final notice with no previous notices, two years on? And they tell me that there is an outstanding amount of o£350-something for that period, for ‘recalculation of benefit’. I never claimed benefit (two of my flatmates at the time did, if I remember correctly) and they’re long since gone from this place. No matter, I have to pay that amount, they say, even though it is a bill that largely has nothing to do with me. I should imagine it would be impossible to recover those ‘recalculated benefits’ from those two flat-mates (one of whom may be reading this). I really didn’t need this at this point, grr.
flaviomatani: (seventhseal chess)
( Mar. 4th, 2009 10:02 pm)
When politicians (no, not just Gordie; all of them) talk about their working on the ‘Future’ and ‘Preserving our Planet...’ why do I get this doomsday, this end-of-the-world feeling...?
flaviomatani: (seventhseal chess)
( Mar. 4th, 2009 10:02 pm)
When politicians (no, not just Gordie; all of them) talk about their working on the ‘Future’ and ‘Preserving our Planet...’ why do I get this doomsday, this end-of-the-world feeling...?
Right. I bet you hadn’t thought of this use for peanut butter (no, not that :



Such breathtaking ignorance and conceit has to be admired, I suppose...
(and people like these may have a degree of power and influence in the most powerful country in the world..)

borrowed from [livejournal.com profile] kingtiger
Right. I bet you hadn’t thought of this use for peanut butter (no, not that :



Such breathtaking ignorance and conceit has to be admired, I suppose...
(and people like these may have a degree of power and influence in the most powerful country in the world..)

borrowed from [livejournal.com profile] kingtiger
flaviomatani: (Harpya2)
( Sep. 16th, 2008 06:17 am)
First ritual moan of the term about how wrong it is to have to get up at 6:00 am *.

There. Done.



* Yes, I know some of you have to get up earlier, regularly. Doesn’t make it any better, though, does it:P
flaviomatani: (Harpya2)
( Sep. 16th, 2008 06:17 am)
First ritual moan of the term about how wrong it is to have to get up at 6:00 am *.

There. Done.



* Yes, I know some of you have to get up earlier, regularly. Doesn’t make it any better, though, does it:P
flaviomatani: (Harpya2)
( Sep. 10th, 2008 10:59 pm)
I just went in the local Tesco’s to buy a couple of things, for the first time in a couple of months at least. And I was reminded why I hardly ever go there. It is not cheaper or better supplied than the local shops, almost everything seems to cost around 15% more than in the larger hangar-sized Tesco in Watford, there’s that self-service till which I hate... and there’s the Asian gentleman in the blue suit following me everywhere, ten paces behind, peering over when I’m picking up things from a shelf, looking over from round the corner when I’m standing in front of the bread counter or the beer fridge, contemplating what to buy. Do a little experiment, move two aisles up -yep, he’s there. Move to the previous one two aisles away -there he is, at the end of the very short corridor. Then I pick up the last thing I was going to buy and head for the tills. There’s no-one at the tills. The gentleman in the blue suit is suddenly behind me, pointing at the self-service till when I turn around. “I don’t like those machines”, I say, “Do you have anyone to man the tills?” “I’ll do it for you, sir” says the other guy who had been behind the till. “N-no, I know how to use those machines, I just don’t like them”. Tell him he’ll lose his job to those machines and he will stare back, uncomprehending. Never mind. Will go to the local shops in future, until I forget again in two or three months...
flaviomatani: (Harpya2)
( Sep. 10th, 2008 10:59 pm)
I just went in the local Tesco’s to buy a couple of things, for the first time in a couple of months at least. And I was reminded why I hardly ever go there. It is not cheaper or better supplied than the local shops, almost everything seems to cost around 15% more than in the larger hangar-sized Tesco in Watford, there’s that self-service till which I hate... and there’s the Asian gentleman in the blue suit following me everywhere, ten paces behind, peering over when I’m picking up things from a shelf, looking over from round the corner when I’m standing in front of the bread counter or the beer fridge, contemplating what to buy. Do a little experiment, move two aisles up -yep, he’s there. Move to the previous one two aisles away -there he is, at the end of the very short corridor. Then I pick up the last thing I was going to buy and head for the tills. There’s no-one at the tills. The gentleman in the blue suit is suddenly behind me, pointing at the self-service till when I turn around. “I don’t like those machines”, I say, “Do you have anyone to man the tills?” “I’ll do it for you, sir” says the other guy who had been behind the till. “N-no, I know how to use those machines, I just don’t like them”. Tell him he’ll lose his job to those machines and he will stare back, uncomprehending. Never mind. Will go to the local shops in future, until I forget again in two or three months...
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