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5:55pm on Friday, 20th January, 2017:

Booth

Anecdote

I met a friend today for lunch at the RAC club building on Pall Mall in London. They used to have a bank of telephone booths by the door, but not any more.



I'd have taken a photo of all three but people were actually using the other two for mobile phone conversations.



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7:02pm on Thursday, 19th January, 2017:

Dig This

Miscellaneous

There' some serious construction work going on next to the Sports Centre at the university.



I've not been told going to be built there, but my guess is it'll be more Sports Centre.



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5:42pm on Wednesday, 18th January, 2017:

Parking

Outburst

I arrived at the university in good time for my 10am lecture this morning, only to find that there were no parking spots in the place where I have a season to park (the multi-storey car park). Someone had decided it was a good idea to seal off the entire top floor so that people coming for visit day in the afternoon would be able to park. Great. So where do the rest of us get to park?

Well, I parked just outside the multi-storey. Another 15 minutes and I wouldn't have been able to park there, either. For this privilege, I was obliged to fork out £3.50 because I wasn't entitled to park there using my season ticket.

Needless to say, when I left (after lunch but before the visitors arrived) there were spaces available in the multi-storey from the people who had lectures in the morning but not in the afternoon. Wonderful.

The multi-storey was made for members of staff only, so that they would be able to get to lectures even if the students had taken every remaining space elsewhere. Sealing off a quarter of it on random days is not conducive t this.

I really don't know what I would have done if I couldn't have found a space to park. I guess it would have ended in either a cancelled lecture of a £50 parking charge for leaving my car on the road.



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7:05pm on Tuesday, 17th January, 2017:

Hair

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In one of the university shops today, I found myself queueing behind a young woman with the most amazing hair.

It wasn't actually hair, it was extensions attached to her hair (which was arranged in cornrows). It was like a blue-grey mass of half-inch-diameter woolly tendrils with rings and other things in it, quite impressively spectacular. I really wanted to compliment her on it, but you never know how people are going to take these things. Rather than finding myself reported for harrassment or racism, I therefore kept silent. She'll never know how impressive this particular stranger found her hair.

So much for random acts of kindness.

Self-censorship may be the worst sort of censorship, but its the safest kind.



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5:05pm on Monday, 16th January, 2017:

Password Change

Outburst

I thought Essex University was bad for making me change my password every 6 months, but Falmouth (where I'm external examiner) insists on it every 6 weeks. I wasn't aware of this until today, when I found that the password which worked just before Christmas didn't work any more. I asked what was going on, and was told that passwords died after 42 days.

Changing a password every 6 weeks is brutal! I've had to set up a reminder in my calendar so I don't forget and have to ask the IT helpdesk to reset it (yet) again.



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7:57pm on Sunday, 15th January, 2017:

Plates

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My mother collects small plates (around 2 inches in diameter, give or take an inch). Here's a sample.



We counted how many she has today: 288.

She's running out of shelf room now. I'm going to have to see if there's such a thing as a plate album.



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3:31pm on Saturday, 14th January, 2017:

Yesterday's Tomorrow

Weird

I think I can probably dispose of this book now.



It's 1,600 pages in length, and I can't envisage my every having to read any of them ever again.

Weird to think that this stuff was once the future.



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3:21pm on Friday, 13th January, 2017:

Productive Staff Meeting

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We had a staff meeting today, which I found far more productice than usual. Normally, in the parts where they're talking about topics only of interest people on research contracts, I wind up drawing 1930s female faces. This time, though, I wrote a bottom-up parse routine for use in a compiler for a programming language I've been working on occasionally for the past few years.

Although when I was an undergraduate our lectures on writing compilers did cover bottom-up parsing, the lecturer was so bad at explaining it (calling his function "bop" was just the start of it) than I hadn't a clue what he was talking about. I figured out how to code the technique from first principles when I was writing my final-year project over Christmas. Unfortunately, as that was some 37 years ago, remembering what I did back then promised to take me quite some time. Figuring it out again from first principles was preferable to that, and being trapped in a staff meeting with only pen and paper to stave off boredom seemed the perfect time to have a go.

I could have ventured to the attic to look at the printout of my code, but it's cold up there...



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3:33pm on Thursday, 12th January, 2017:

Culver Square

Miscellaneous

I don't know who did this, which is probably just as well for them.

https://youtu.be/PVACg19q4p4



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4:09pm on Wednesday, 11th January, 2017:

Express Delivery

Weird

My younger daughter bought me a copy of the board game Colt Express for my birthday. I'd sent her the link from Amazon, so she knew what to get. I opened the rulebook with some anticipation.



Hmm. They really should have been clearer on the Amazon page that the rules were in German (which is some kind of foreign language).

Fortunately, Boardgamegeek had the English rules as a .pdf, so I can now read them through.

I have a Spanish language manga book somewhere...



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10:03am on Tuesday, 10th January, 2017:

57 Up

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It's my birthday today. I'm 57, or "Heinz Varieties" as we used to call it in my Bingo-calling days.

I have to say, those scientists working on elixirs of eternal life had better get their act together soon or I'm going to have to give them a stern talking-to.

My wife got me an exercise bike as a birthday present. I thought it was supposed to be a good one, but it turns out it's pedal-powered.



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5:00pm on Monday, 9th January, 2017:

Signed

Outburst

I really should change my surname to BArtle. The number of times I type "Richard A. BArtle" instead of "Richard A. Bartle", it would be worth it.



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4:04pm on Sunday, 8th January, 2017:

Assassin's Creed

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We went to see the Assassin's Creed movie today. It was a 12:30pm showing, so there were only five people in the audience (including us) (and including another couple that started chatting near the end so we missed crucial pieces of dialogue).

I really liked it! My wife really really liked it. The few minor plot holes were acceptable, and the action sequences were excellent and didn't drag on (which some set pieces can). If there's a sequel, I'd certainly be up for watching it. Of course, if only five people want to watch it in a provinvial cinema on a Sunday afternoon, the chances of there being a sequel aren't high. It's set up for one, but so are many movies that never get them.

Maybe if I'd played the actual Assassin's Creed games I would have thought differently. I do have one on a DVD that came free with a mouse or something I bought a while back; maybe I should install it so I can hate the movie like everyone else.



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1:42pm on Saturday, 7th January, 2017:

Turn of Phrase

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When I was at school, we had absolutely no examination training at all. In any subjecty that involved calculations, we thought that if you were asked a question and just wrote down the answer, you'd get more marks as it shwoed you could do it in your head. Doing calculations in your head meant you were clever; exams are meant to test how clever people are; therefore, writing down the right answer without having to write anything down should be worth most marks.

When it came to the mock exams for our A-Levels, we didn't do well. I remember the one for maths in particular, because my mark of 28% was the highest one. This was perplexing, as I'd got most of the answers right. Our teacher, Dr Dorney, was pretty angry and told us that we didn't get marks for our working out — although to us it was clear that we did work it out, because how else could we have got the right answer?

We had a second mock exam for maths, in which we were told we had to show our working out. We duly did this, and were told off again because our working-out consisted of scratchpad-style multiplications and so on. To us, that's what "working out" meant.

To this day, I regard my actual A-Level mathematics exam as the best exam I've ever taken. I answered all the questions correctly, including the bonus difficult ones at the end that were there for elite students only. I was confounded when I only got a C grade. How could I have got a C grade when I'd got all the answers right and shown my working out?

Years later, when I was setting exams myself, I realised that there was one, simple piece of advice we could have been given that if we had been given it would have seen me at Cambridge rather than Essex. That advice is as follows: when you answer a question, write as if you're telling someone else how to answer it.

Maybe I should give that advice to my own students.



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2:51pm on Friday, 6th January, 2017:

Twelfth Night

Anecdote

As it's Twelfth Night today, we thought we'd better take down our Christmas decorations.

This year, rather than simply throw out all the Christmas cards, I cut some of them up and made them into gift tags for next year.



It turns out that you can use guillotines and corner-rounders for making more than just board game prototypes. Who knew?

Now all I have to do is try not to give anyone a present next year with a tag on it made from the card they gave me this year.



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