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The morning coffee and the case of the shrinking moon

August 25th, 2010 No comments

We present to you: the incredible shrinking moon!


(via Things Organized Neatly.)

Now that jailbreaking is legal, Apple is working on ways to disable your jail-broken phone. The Big Bad Blog is starting to think that Apple does not think very highly of its customers — they seem to be out to break our shit.

Stats-heads: Here is an interactive graph about Lonodn’s cycle-hire scheme, looking at the time, weather, and number of bicycles in use.

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The morning coffee and the laws of time travel

August 18th, 2010 No comments

Have you built a time machine?

Have you been sitting putting off using it, for fear of the grandfather paradox?

Fear no more! Grandfather paradox-free time travel is now available!


(Math from Tenso Graphics.)

There are plenty of people in the world who cannot read Chinese (or Japanese). Yet a significant portion of these people insist on getting tattooed with Chinese (or Japanese) characters. Here are their stories.

London is amazingly unfriendly to the disabled. It has many old buildings which are (unsurprisingly) inaccessible. Most of the tube stations require that patrons traverse stairs, nevermind the conundrum of minding the gap while in a wheelchair. Apparently the brains behind the 2012 Olympics are extending this inaccessibility to the internet, as well.

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Bitter about bicycles

August 11th, 2010 No comments

Timeline: Monday. August 9, 2010. 5:30 pm. Your intrepid blogger is logging off of his work machine. He grabs his yet-to-be-worn bicycle helmet, descends via the stairs, and crosses the street. There, he puts his key into the lock mechanism for one of the bicycles that forms part of London’s new cycle hire scheme.

The light on the mechanism turns amber. It is reading the key.

It turns red. No go.

Attempt number two — perhaps the key was upside-down. Amber … Red.

Perhaps it is this bicycle, or this lock. Another. Amber … Red.

As your blogger tries a third bicycle, to the same effect, a woman walks up, makes an attempt, and experiences the same problem. Perhaps it is this entire set of bicycles that is problematic. A quick look at the map reveals another stand around the corner. A short trek and … Amber … Red.

I have signed up for the annual membership — but it does not begin until I first access the network. Perhaps, I think, the network is down. Luckily, a smart phone is in my pocket, and moments later I see that my key is ACTIVE. Membership expires on August 9, 2011 @ 17:39.

Well, these locks are certainly communicating with the mothership. The mothership just isn’t talking back.

So there your blogger stands, helmet on, trouser leg tied close so as not to interfere with an expected bicycle chain. Stylish, in the extreme. But plans? Dashed.

Hoping that this was just a glitch your intrepid blogger lodged a complaint, and waited to see what would transpire the next day …

Timeline: Tuesday. August 10, 2010. 5:30 pm. Your intrepid blogger is logging off of his work machine. He grabs his yet-to-be-worn bicycle helmet, descends via the stairs, and crosses the street. There, he puts his key into the lock mechanism for one of the bicycles that forms part of London’s new cycle hire scheme.

The light on the mechanism turns amber. It is reading the key.

… it goes green!

The day is wet, so the bicycle was only used for a five minute journey. A few observations from those five minutes.

Riding a bicycle is like … riding a bicycle. No wobbling. No forgetting. Although I forgot how fast you can actually go on a bicycle.

On the other hand, riding a bicycle is different from anywhere else I have ridden a bicycle.

The last time I found myself cycling, it was 2006, and I had yet to leave Canada. Roads in North America are wide, and there is always room on the shoulder. This is not true on the Strand. Traffic stops, and the only way to get through is to either mount the pavement (which is illegal, a jerk move, and — at 5:30 pm on a Tuesday afternoon in central London — impossible to do without running someone over), or to ride in what passes for space between the two lanes of traffic.

I did the latter, and will do so again, but it was a bit strange. Did I mention I have a helmet? I will definitely continue to wear it.

Some interim final thoughts

With two attempted cycle sessions behind him, your blogger is cautiously optimistic. The prospect of cycling around London is quite exciting, but plans to make it a key part of my commute will have to wait.

A fifty percent success rate — which is where we are now — is simply not sufficiently reliable. So taking a bus to the edge of the cycle hire zone, and cycling the remainder is simply off the menu for now.

Instead, the cycles will serve as a replacement for walking, busing, or taking the tube between stops within the zone … when it works. We will see if the success rate is sufficient to warrant a change in my commuting patterns.

This is disappointing, to say the least. I am clearly part of the target group — somebody who would rather walk/cycle than use other forms of transport, and who lives close enough to my workplace to replace part of their normal commute with the bicycles. With this in mind, screwing up the initial experience is a huge mistake.

First impressions simply matter more. If I were an established user who experienced a problem one day, it would be a blip. As a first time user I now approach the entire system with caution. I am also lucky that I bought an annual subscription, rather than a daily one. Losing a day leaves me with 364 — were I a one-day purchaser, I would have used up 23 hours and 54 minutes of my 24 hour rental period before having an opportunity to actual take a bicycle.

And that is unacceptable.

The system is new, and will have growing pains, but if it is to get off to a fast start it needs to get much better at first impressions.

On meeting strangers

August 4th, 2010 No comments

On Monday evening I attended Westminster Skeptics, and the speaker mentioned how the format was “unfriendly” — a speaker at the front, speaking, and everybody else watching. A first-time attendee does not have the opportunity or an environment in which to meet other people attending the same event. This, it was argued, makes newcomers feel unwelcome within the “skeptic community.”

I am skeptic about the concept of the skeptical community, and attend these events when the speaker/topic combination sounds like it might be interesting — in short, meeting people is not part of my personal agenda. However, there is no doubt that these events are held in a social setting — a pub — implying that there ought to be a social aspect to the gathering. Perhaps Skeptics in the Pub is a meet-up event with guest speakers, rather than a lecture at which you might make a friend.

As regular readers of the Big Bad Blog will know, I am a Canadian ex-pat living in London. As an introvert in a strange city, this presented an issue — how do I meet friends? Sure, there were friends made in the workplace and at the fencing club. Friends of friends. A couple of other Canadian transplants I knew before moving. But this circle was still too small — the group of like-minded individuals that I knew in Canada could not be adequately reproduced.

So what was a person to do? Particularly in a place like London, where it can be particularly difficult to simply start chatting with people you have never met before.

Enter the Internet, and the meet-up group.

What is a meet-up group?

A meet-up group is, quite simply, a group of relative strangers with a commonly stated interest that meets regularly to interact. At these meetings, the strangers gather together to (allegedly) converse about said mutual interest. These are often — but not always — held in pubs, which can provide some social lubrication.

The concept is simple enough: You put a group of people with similar interests in a room. Many of them are strangers, and the point of the evening is to meet new people with those similar interests. Social interactions begin, and hopefully people have found a place where they feel they belong.

How it actually works out tends to vary. While your Big Bad Blogger has never been on the inside of a meet-up group, and is perhaps unqualified to reveal what does and does not work, participation in several meet-up groups might reveal something of use to prospective organisers or meeters.

Case Studies

The Weasels Unusual
Weasels Unusual is a group that is organised through gumtree, with the tagline “Sci-fi, associated weirdness, and beer.”

This was the first meet-up group I participated in, and I think it is the best — I still attend, two years later, and it is responsible for the majority of the friendships I have formed in London. Unlike other groups that are organised through tools like meetup.com or Facebook, the Weasels Unusual is organised by an individual, by e-mail — it relies on a classified ad to attract new members.

The result of this is that people who make others uncomfortable can simply be taken off the list.

Unlike other groups here, Weasels is quite happy to have a night, a pub, and a mix of personalities … and that’s it. The members of the group take it from there.

London Bloggers
I was so taken with the positive impact that Weasels Unusual had upon my social life that I decided that meet-ups were for me. So I went to a second meet-up — the London Bloggers Meet-up.

This meet-up is very different.

First, it fails on the “common interest” front. Everybody has a blog. Mothers, perverts, technophiles, nudists, roleplayers, cosplayers, rollerbladers, hamsters. To say that they have a “common interest” is pushing it. I mean, I like breathing. You like breathing. Let’s talk.

Not so much.

So conversations were a bit more forced that I would have liked. Particularly since a common icebreaker was “what do you blog about?” I blog about everything, people. Everything. Every day. So I’m not sure how to answer that. I should have said “tattoos and unicorns”, but I was young then and had not yet discovered the magic formula that leads to fame and success.

But still, the people were nice. They were there to meet people. Also, London Bloggers gets sponsors for its events, so the beer is free. Free beer always tastes better.

London Bloggers has not become part of the fabric of my social existence, however. And perhaps the cause is that sponsorship.

With each event sponsored, that sponsor gets a chance to address the crowd. And the goal is always to get the people in the audience to blog about their product — in a positive manner, of course. The corporate spin on the nights change them into an event that I will just as happily skip if there is something else going on. I am not certain about selling reviews on this blog for beers.

Scratch that, I am happy to review things on this blog for beers. Send me your beers. I will review them.

That aside, there is something slightly off putting about being taken out for a drink and pitched to, even if you know it’s coming. It changes the meet-up from being about meeting people to a transaction — I get beer, you get blog space.

The lesson here is to know the purpose of your meet-up. Not all meet-ups are first and foremost about meeting people. They might have more nefarious and/or businesslike purposes.

Skeptics in the Pub
There are two skeptic groups near me — Westminster Skeptics, mentioned above, and London Skeptics. Both are organised around similar lines. There is a pub. People enter the pub. There is a guest speaker, who often has PowerPoint slides.

The attendees watch the presentation (and drink beer). They then have an opportunity to ask questions of the presenter (and drink beer). Then they go home.

Your blogger does not consider these to be meet-ups, per se, as much as they are lectures in odd locations. But that should not stop people from treating them as such. After all …

… does it occur regularly? Check.
… is there social lubricant? Check.
… is there a common point of interest amongst members? Check.
… is there time available to socialize? Check.

The problem, of course, is that it is considerably harder to break the ice at one of these events. With people attending primarily to listen to the speaker (rather than meet), it becomes more difficult to start a random conversation with a stranger.

And the basic ice-breaking questions that can be asked in the groups above don’t work. There is no equivalent to “what sort of sci-fi do you like?” or “what do you blog about?” There are no easy questions.

What do you think of homeopathy? … nah.
Skeptic or sceptic? … a bit better, but you had better come prepared for some debate on that one.

I could go on, but most of these either have a solid, regular answer amongst skeptics, or they exist to spur debate. Which strikes me as an odd way to meet people, but perhaps it works for you.

The Canadian ex-pat meet-up
Your correspondent has been a member of this group for a long time. But not once have I attended.

There are plans to attend one on August 14th, but that might fall through as alternative plans are forming again. In the end, there is only so much meeting up that one can do.

At this point, the need that meet-ups generated — to make friends in a place full of strangers — is fulfilled. There are too few evenings in the week, and too few days in the weekend. Plans have generally been made, and a baby is coming.

Is there time for new meet-ups?

Perhaps. Maybe there is an interest I have that goes unfilled, as I have nobody to explore that interest with. But if so, I am having trouble identifying it.

As a new person in a strange place, meet-ups proved invaluable — and I went far too long before discovering them. As a person with an established life in that same place, meet-ups are increasingly feeling odd (other than Weasels Unusual, which is now like a group of old friends). I do not need them. But others do, and new friends can always be had.

In light of this, I, Mr. Topp, do declare that I will attend a meet-up at least once a year.

In the end, they almost always prove to be great fun.

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