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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMAQX86eSp7ImA9WhRbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:24:00.111+01:00</updated><category term="Barbell" /><category term="buddhism" /><category term="apathist" /><category term="GBM" /><category term="phones" /><category term="Fat" /><category term="Clobazam" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="radiation" /><category term="side effects" /><category term="IET" /><category term="CPT-11" /><category term="Windows" /><category term="Apple" /><category term="hair" /><category term="Heart Rate Monitor" /><category term="motivation" /><category term="catheter" /><category term="inheritance" /><category term="sledging" /><category term="Magic Mouse" /><category term="bald" /><category term="University" /><category term="Daisy" /><category term="Paris" /><category term="Mac" /><category term="handy" /><category term="David Lynch" /><category term="Jim" /><category term="autobiography" /><category term="Davis VP2" /><category term="Barbeque" /><category term="iMac" /><category term="Dentist" /><category term="Rugby" /><category term="weather" /><category term="exercise" /><category term="minimalist" /><category term="malignant" /><category term="Diva" /><category term="creatine" /><category term="Necrosis" /><category term="Eulogy" /><category term="Fitness" /><category term="Oedema" /><category term="mortality" /><category term="m0n0wall" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="Dog" /><category term="EEG" /><category term="TTF" /><category term="Birthday" /><category term="Weight Watcher" /><category term="IV" /><category term="Astrocytoma" /><category term="Trials" /><category term="Bertrand Russel" /><category term="Vaccine" /><category term="Cyst" /><category term="Crutches" /><category term="Legalese" /><category term="Dumbbells" /><category term="electric fields" /><category term="living will" /><category term="Temozolomide" /><category term="immune" /><category term="Blog" /><category term="Athens" /><category term="Carbamazepine" /><category term="krebsliga" /><category term="tripping" /><category term="oblivion" /><category term="Pad" /><category term="weight loss" /><category term="Tunisea" /><category term="platelets" /><category term="X3" /><category term="DCVaxBrain" /><category term="Philosophy" /><category term="F650GS" /><category term="christmas" /><category term="benign" /><category term="metoclopramide" /><category term="blood" /><category term="Firewall" /><category term="woodwork" /><category term="template" /><category term="Leroy" /><category term="OS X" /><category term="wills" /><category term="meditation" /><category term="Pool" /><category term="morbid" /><category term="memories" /><category term="Bank" /><category term="Dream" /><category term="Timonil" /><category term="German" /><category term="Scarring" /><category term="underground" /><category term="Alix" /><category term="Book" /><category term="builders" /><category term="driving" /><category term="MRI" /><category term="agnostic" /><category term="Health" /><category term="playlist" /><category term="Pennines" /><category term="focal seizure" /><category term="pensions" /><category term="funeral" /><category term="Gran Canaria" /><category term="afterlife" /><category term="christianity" /><category term="moscow" /><category term="Pharmaceutical" /><category term="atheist" /><category term="deism" /><category term="PCV" /><category term="body flying" /><category term="contrast agent" /><category term="grade" /><category term="Cinema" /><category term="speaking" /><category term="Simon Blackburn" /><category term="nausea" /><category term="music" /><category term="Polar" /><category term="Alzheimers" /><category term="Kosher" /><category term="Lights" /><category term="Temodal" /><category term="seizure" /><category term="Avastin" /><category term="spirituality" /><category term="kitchen" /><category term="Colitis" /><category term="ondansetron" /><category term="Ratatouille" /><category term="meteohub" /><category term="tumour. MRI" /><category term="Aargau Kantonspital" /><category term="Nabaztag" /><category term="Liver transplant" /><category term="Rabbit" /><category term="Fusion" /><category term="Linux" /><category term="Crohn's Disease" /><category term="Borneo" /><category term="chemo" /><category term="Birthdays" /><category term="religion" /><category term="Tutankhamun" /><category term="Knee" /><category term="AHV" /><category term="writing" /><category term="snow" /><category term="Gene Therapy" /><category term="lucerne" /><category term="Thailand" /><category term="Histology" /><category term="heating" /><category term="Qur'an" /><title>Ian's Tumour</title><subtitle type="html">At 7:30pm on the 9th August 2007 my world turned upside down following a Grand Mal Epileptic Seizure caused by  a Glioblastoma Multiforme Brain Tumour.

My name is Ian Gardiner-Smith and I was 49 years old at the time. This is the story of my life following that event.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/IansTumour" /><feedburner:info uri="ianstumour" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcASH48eSp7ImA9WhRWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-4950035574111209893</id><published>2012-01-02T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:24:09.071+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T23:24:09.071+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colitis" /><title>Happy New Year</title><content type="html">HAPPY NEW YEAR to all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Usual apologies about not doing the blog for such a long time, no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;
I even managed to completely forget to talk about our trip to China in August. I guess I should put something retrospective in on that very strange visit (not so much a holiday as an educational revelation).&lt;br /&gt;
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So what else has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Leon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Leading up to Christmas my eldest grandson, Leon, has been sick with some digestive system problems, even spending some days in hospital a couple of weeks before christmas. He has been getting nausea and stomach aches and losing weight (mainly because he does not want to eat). After any number of tests, the doctors are none the wiser than they were at the beginning. This reminds me so much of the the "Crohn's" saga with Amber back in &lt;a href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2007/12/amber-in-hospital.htm"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt;/8. We are hoping the result will not be the same. At least he was back with us over Christmas, poor little fella.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Christmas with the Gardiner-Smith's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As usual we had the typical Anglo-Swiss holiday season which allows us to start eating on the 6th of December (Niklaustag / St. Nicolas) and to start dieting on 6th January (Dreikönigstag/12th Night). And just to make sure there is no letting up on the gluttony we stick in a baking day (2nd Sunday in December) and a 2nd festive birthday for our lady Kayleigh of the prolific procreation (15th December).&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you think the people that decided that 12th night was on 6th January could count?&lt;br /&gt;
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With 10 at the Christmas table there was little time to get bored, no time to play with the new toys (except for the kids of all ages, yes you know who you are) and absolutely no traditional style TV blobbing that is so popular in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pads&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The favourite presents this year were Pads, or tablets, or slates (depending on whether or not you want to admit that Apple defined the market or not). My vote is with pad, Joss is a tablet guy, I reckon tablets are what you need when you are sick and slates, who would call a piece of hi-tech a "fine-grained, foliated, homogeneous metamorphic rock." But a pad, that is what you come home to, that comfortable place where you feel totally at home.....man.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still have my vintage i-pad (and still happy with it, thank you very much), but we seem to have a new proliferation of i-pads around the house at any given time. And there is the one Sony Tablet "an Android tablet like no other", because it's like a pad maybe?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Thanks for the Presents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks to everybody for this years presents - The soft face, the Port I cannot drink until the puzzle has been solved, the well charged mouse, the prospect of floating above the earth without an engine (but with a parachute) and the the upgrade to being a complete &amp;nbsp;Apple convert. Finally the Windows Notebook can be replaced by my a brand spanking new Air). Apologies to anybody I missed out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Carol the Artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Over the past year Carol has added painting to her hobbies. She sneaks off to our bedroom as early as she can to can to dabble the night away in the company of her watercolours and acrylics. I am one of the few, if not the only, person to have seen the results of this enterprise. &amp;nbsp;Give here another year and we'll be looking for exhibition halls.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The 9 to 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On the work side there have been a lot of changes recently that were out of my control, including the redefinition of my role in the department I work in. I have not been very happy with the changes and have therefore been looking for something more appropriate to my skills (and with the potential for a bit more fun). It looks as though I have found something with my current employer so I will not need to go through the non trivial hassle of changing employers. (Imagine, looking for somebody who would be be prepared to hire me at 30% and handle all of the "organisational" hassle of hiring an invalid).&amp;nbsp;So next year I will be probably doing a lot less trips to Paris but a few more further afield. I will miss my Parisian friends and will need to find some excuses to make the odd visit now and then.&amp;nbsp;More on the new job when things are more or less settled.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Epilogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am sure I have missed out on a ton of things that we have been up to in the last 3 months but at the moment in my current drugged up state ( I have a cold) I cannot think of what.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have already started working on my best of 2011 music list and hope to get this posted before the end of this week, and if I get the chance I might even look at moving the blog later in the week, because if I don't do it this week I think it may be a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-4950035574111209893?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/r85xnkic83A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/4950035574111209893/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=4950035574111209893" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4950035574111209893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4950035574111209893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/r85xnkic83A/happy-new-year.html" title="Happy New Year" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EESXc6eSp7ImA9WhdVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-4058110744424063736</id><published>2011-09-17T01:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:26:48.911+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-17T01:26:48.911+02:00</app:edited><title>gardiner-smith.com, new home</title><content type="html">The gardiner-smith.com domain &amp;nbsp;and hosting (mostly used for the our mail addresses) have been hosted by the same service for over 10 years and the services have not change one iota in that time and I was still paying the same price.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nowadays, e-mail messages are much larger and I had been having quota problems so I decided that I would look if I could get a better deal. I first tried my existing mail/web host service (flump.net) and discovered that they were still talking about the same packages as I got 6 years ago with spaces measured in MB still!! What is more they have not updated their site in 4 years, I think maybe they have lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a quick look around it looked like hostpapa had one of the best deals with pretty much unlimited space/bandwidth and a great set of services for €2.95/month. Compared to my 250MB limit for about twice that. They also offered a free domain for life (as long as you stay with them I guess) so I was able to transfer gardiner-smith.com from from register.com to tucows (host papa's registry) at no cost. Their pre-sales on-line support was excellent and instructions for set was clear&lt;br /&gt;
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Planning the move was quite nerve wracking making sure that the break in service was as short as possible but I need not of worried. I was given an ip address at host papa which allowed me to set up mail accounts and stuff, then once the auth code had been requested &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;received from the old registry (requiring a phone call and them pleading with me to stay for 10 minutes) &amp;nbsp;and passed on to the new registry all I had to do was wait. I backed up the old mailboxes and up a redirect on my old mailbox so I knew when that stopped redirecting the new domain address had been propagated. It all took 4 days from signing up to being transferred (with no loss as far as I know). Most of that time was just waiting for the internet to propagate my new address through the global DNS. Now a lll I need to do is shut down the old service.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Upshot is I am now running gardiner-smith with hostpapa. No homepage yet, but you can look at some photos of my new grandson and our China holiday at&amp;nbsp;http://gardiner-smith.com/pictures/.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If all goes well over the next few weeks I might go back to hosting my own blog rather than using bloodspot. Mainly depends on how difficult the migration is.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. The more observant may have noticed a few posts from my old 2002/2003 architecture blog just for nostalgia's sake.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-4058110744424063736?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/maWGmV5459Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/4058110744424063736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=4058110744424063736" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4058110744424063736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4058110744424063736?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/maWGmV5459Y/gardiner-smithcom-new-home.html" title="gardiner-smith.com, new home" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/09/gardiner-smithcom-new-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCSX86eCp7ImA9WhdWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-1132049437291068996</id><published>2011-09-08T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:06:08.110+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-08T00:06:08.110+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Timonil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="EEG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MRI" /><title>Your Good Healtth</title><content type="html">Or mine actually.&lt;br /&gt;
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Given the origins of this blog I thought I should mention the current state of my health four years on from that fateful day 1n 1997. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am still alive: &lt;/b&gt;This in itself is more than I could have hoped for and I seem to well into the long tail of the morbidity statistics for my condition. Sometimes it is hard to imagine that I am terminally ill.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Side Effects from my condition or treatments:&lt;/b&gt; It is difficult for me to tell which is which, and the doctors can't tell either.&lt;br /&gt;- My Brain-Speech connection still has problems and I lose words and forget names more than is normal (or was normal for me). It may be getting worse, but it is definitely a slow progression ifit is. It is the only thing that still scares me, the idea that I might at some time lose my ability to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;- I still have some insensitivity on my right side but either it has got
 better or I have gotten used to it, I think this was a by-product of my
 biopsy, but as I said nobody can prove it one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;- I still get headaches on the left side of my head in the mornings, on waking, several times a week, but they are not severe and they usually go away within 30 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drugs:&lt;/b&gt; I only take Timonil (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timonil"&gt;Carbamazepine&lt;/a&gt;) 300 twice a day as a precautionary measure against seizures. This to make sure that my regular EEG doesn't show too much craziness in the damage areas (see plot below) because if it did&amp;nbsp; I would be banned from driving. (Given the drugs I am more likely to get banned for other reasons, but more of that in another post perhaps).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monitoring:&lt;/b&gt; I am now down to 2 check ups a year which comes down to alternate EEG / MRI appointments. Sometimes I feel embarassed taking up the time of the guys and gals at the hospital just so that Professor Neuro can say "No Change"&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
Just in case anybody is interested here is my latest EEG from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQnqMCTpasE/TmfnGOdKc0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/IzdCYrJkKEQ/s1600/20110907+EEG+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQnqMCTpasE/TmfnGOdKc0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/IzdCYrJkKEQ/s640/20110907+EEG+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting bit is around 3:47 where the sensors (FP1-F7, F7-T3, T3-T5, T5-O1) around my damage get a little crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but not crazy enough to worry Prof. Neuro thank goodness &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;P.S. I have added a tag Health so you can track just the health stuff&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-1132049437291068996?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/y44ghCYzR4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/1132049437291068996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=1132049437291068996" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/1132049437291068996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/1132049437291068996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/y44ghCYzR4k/your-good-healtth.html" title="Your Good Healtth" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQnqMCTpasE/TmfnGOdKc0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/IzdCYrJkKEQ/s72-c/20110907+EEG+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-good-healtth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQXo5cCp7ImA9WhdWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-5795792816101563612</id><published>2011-09-06T16:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:13:10.428+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T16:13:10.428+02:00</app:edited><title>More Ooh &amp; Aah pictures from Jayden</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3MMaw8MNyk/TmYkqzkbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nAE582fpaCE/s1600/DSCN2021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3MMaw8MNyk/TmYkqzkbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nAE582fpaCE/s400/DSCN2021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just Me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbfNeZeg6sg/TmYktgi-BRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U-JOtiLWOAc/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbfNeZeg6sg/TmYktgi-BRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U-JOtiLWOAc/s400/DSCN2023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me Again&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTf2JJ9NFD0/TmYkrnAKOEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3_un3o3zM2Q/s1600/DSCN2022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTf2JJ9NFD0/TmYkrnAKOEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3_un3o3zM2Q/s400/DSCN2022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just me and Mum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbfNeZeg6sg/TmYktgi-BRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U-JOtiLWOAc/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tm3cICugbE/TmYku01omMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MNZzm9i1SEs/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Tm3cICugbE/TmYku01omMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MNZzm9i1SEs/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Mum and siblings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTf2JJ9NFD0/TmYkrnAKOEI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3_un3o3zM2Q/s1600/DSCN2022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbfNeZeg6sg/TmYktgi-BRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U-JOtiLWOAc/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoR0sH1lNb4/TmYkmDqXSNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yHCCwxK9_B8/s1600/DSCN2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoR0sH1lNb4/TmYkmDqXSNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yHCCwxK9_B8/s400/DSCN2012.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Nanny (&amp;amp; u. Joss)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-At0heg1EQ/TmYkn3nvKOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mGIoA2RkXss/s1600/DSCN2016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-At0heg1EQ/TmYkn3nvKOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mGIoA2RkXss/s320/DSCN2016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nanny Again&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCABbFAW9CE/TmYkpJSw1BI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uLJdrLg8Y20/s1600/DSCN2019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCABbFAW9CE/TmYkpJSw1BI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uLJdrLg8Y20/s400/DSCN2019.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Aunty Amber&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-5795792816101563612?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/tsMIMG6H5Sw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/5795792816101563612/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=5795792816101563612" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/5795792816101563612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/5795792816101563612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/tsMIMG6H5Sw/more-ooh-aah-pictures-from-jayden.html" title="More Ooh &amp; Aah pictures from Jayden" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3MMaw8MNyk/TmYkqzkbZ6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/nAE582fpaCE/s72-c/DSCN2021.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-ooh-aah-pictures-from-jayden.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcGRnw8fyp7ImA9WhdWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-673498407727242881</id><published>2011-09-04T10:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:53:47.277+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T11:53:47.277+02:00</app:edited><title>Extending th Moser arm - Jayden Tyler</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left" class="bloggerplus_text_section"&gt;Just a quick blog to announce:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jayden Tyler Moser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="bloggerplus_text_section"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lafDm3nC_Iw/TmNKl-nfT0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xg5QAPrUlC8/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lafDm3nC_Iw/TmNKl-nfT0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xg5QAPrUlC8/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="bloggerplus_text_section"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Arrived at 12.02am in Baden Weighing in at 3.3kg (7lb 4oz for the imperalists), 49cm long, quick birth mother (Kayleigh) and baby are fine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This extends the Moser arm of the Gardiner-Smith's to 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-673498407727242881?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/DmMcgNREA3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/673498407727242881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=673498407727242881" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/673498407727242881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/673498407727242881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/DmMcgNREA3k/extending-th-moser-arm-jayden-tyler.html" title="Extending th Moser arm - Jayden Tyler" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lafDm3nC_Iw/TmNKl-nfT0I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xg5QAPrUlC8/s72-c/IMG_0068.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/09/extending-th-moser-arm-jayden-tyler.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMQnYzeyp7ImA9WhdSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-20171080776039048</id><published>2011-07-23T21:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:26:23.883+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T21:26:23.883+02:00</app:edited><title>My Dad</title><content type="html">I just noticed I did not publish my dad's &lt;a href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/04/eulogy-to-my-dad.html"&gt;Eulogy&lt;/a&gt; from back in April. Pretty embarrassed actually.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-20171080776039048?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/tAqIB4sxnKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/20171080776039048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=20171080776039048" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/20171080776039048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/20171080776039048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/tAqIB4sxnKE/my-dad.html" title="My Dad" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BSH8yeip7ImA9WhdSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-719922896862847527</id><published>2011-07-23T20:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:14:19.192+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T20:14:19.192+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diva" /><title>Goodbye Amy</title><content type="html"> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Shocked by the news of Amy Winehouse's death, even if it was somehow inevitable that she should die young. Such a wonderful songwriter and an incredible singer. I am almost ashamed that on the day after such atrocities in Norway that it was this news that brought me to tears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have not felt quiet this way since John Lennon died and I was so much less of a jaded character in those days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will be sorely missed Amy, by this fan and millions of others. Rest in peace my lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-719922896862847527?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/vLaPN5wENRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/719922896862847527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=719922896862847527" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/719922896862847527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/719922896862847527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/vLaPN5wENRs/goodbye-amy.html" title="Goodbye Amy" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-amy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INRX05eSp7ImA9WhdTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-1987620905608720303</id><published>2011-07-17T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:53:14.321+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T23:53:14.321+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meteohub" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Davis VP2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alix" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><title>Weather On-Line Part 2</title><content type="html">Since April, when Carol gave me the Weather station, way too much of my time (and not to mention cash) has been spent on this new hobby and I haven't even got started yet. So far I have just mentioned that I got the station, now I will bore you with the details.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The most important part of the set-up is a Davis Vantage Pro 2. This consists of two major pieces, the ISS (Integrated sensor system) which contains most of the sensors and has to be mounted around 1.2m off the ground. It looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3zasls803c/TiMg9dfzHOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XrwEko4IpTM/s1600/CIMG1583zoom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3zasls803c/TiMg9dfzHOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XrwEko4IpTM/s320/CIMG1583zoom.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ISS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWlJNAIwubs/TiMg8nn87mI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DhTpZkmeoDw/s1600/CIMG1583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWlJNAIwubs/TiMg8nn87mI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DhTpZkmeoDw/s320/CIMG1583.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ISS, mounting &amp;amp; owner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRrLleekhnw/TiMg-azKjII/AAAAAAAAAWY/xrzlD4kF7sc/s1600/CIMG1584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRrLleekhnw/TiMg-azKjII/AAAAAAAAAWY/xrzlD4kF7sc/s320/CIMG1584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Console&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;The console (shown left) gives you access to all of the data from the ISS (including some basic graphs)&amp;nbsp; keeps history and is where all the system set-up is managed.&lt;br /&gt;
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The console is also where you plug in the data logger for connecting to the outside world (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;
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The ISS contains sensors for: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temperature &amp;amp; Humidity (in the white thing underneath) and a powered transpiration unit (fan) to keep the air flowing around them. The power comes from the large set of solar cells on the right of the aspirator. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rain (the big black thing which is the rain collector)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Solar &amp;amp; UV detectors (behind the rain detector, you can only see solar here)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wind speed &amp;amp; direction (on the arm to the left of the post)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;The console adds sensors for (inside) temperature and humidity. &lt;br /&gt;
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On the front of the ISS there is a little white box where everything is connected together and then sent via wireless to the console and powered by the little set of solar cells on the front. Together that gives you a great standalone weather station.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Hello World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is all very well if you want to keep yourself to yourself but this weather thing becomes much more fun if you get connected to the internet and onward to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To do that you can plug a USB data logger into the console and connect it to a PC. The Davis WeatherLink software that came with the data logger was pretty crappy on the MAC so I got a copy of Lightsoft Weather Center which has a wonderful set of graphing tools and all the connections to the Internet Weather Networks you could want.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;What is a Weather Network?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Weather networks allow you to provide your weather information to them so that anybody can gain access to your weather data. There are around 20 such networks around but most of them have some kind of local focus. Exceptionally the Weather Underground is global.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the top right hand widget of this blog page you can see, updating every few seconds, data from my weather station via the Weather Underground (WUG) in almost real time! Now isn't that cool? More than that, if you go to my station on the Weather Underground website (try it by just clicking on the widget) you can look at historical data and statistics from the day the station went on line (around 4pm CET on the 30/4/2011).&lt;br /&gt;
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WUG also uses sets of data from around the area to provide extended info, almanac's and forecasts. You can look at this &lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=47.394%2C8.377&amp;amp;sp=IAGKINDH2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or just go to "current conditions" from my station's (&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IAGKINDH2)&lt;/span&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Always on &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So all that sounds pretty cool, so what is all this extra stuff that has been taking up my time during May, June and July? Well first up, was I didn't want to have my Mac on all the time to feed information into WUG. In theory I could have could switched it off and update less often, but that kind of defeats the object of real time don't you think? To fix this a clever German guy (Hi Boris) had already thought of this (and much much more) and produced a piece of linux based software (meteohub)&amp;nbsp; that can run on tiny headless PC's to handle all of your weather data requirements.&amp;nbsp; This sounded perfect and would run on one of the little Alix boxes which I had already experience with when building my &lt;a href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/search/label/Firewall"&gt;firewall&lt;/a&gt; a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few issues trying to get the software image on a CF card the Alix motherboard was put into a box, the CF card put in and the Alix booted up. I was pretty nervous about the changeover from LWC to meteohub but once the meteohub was set up and running the changeover went like clockwork. So what you see on WUG is being supplied by my very own 24x7 weather server since 5.6.2011.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Not enough wind (unusual for me)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As you can see from the ISS photos, the anemometer and wind direction sensors are mounted on the same pole. Given our shielded garden this was not good enough for accurate wind readings so the sensors had to go to the roof.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, this is nowhere near the ISS so I had to either run a long cable across the garden or use a Davis wireless kit to have the wind sensors talk directly to the console, I went for the latter. So the 3m mast was delivered along with the wireless kit and I was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Disaster, on my first explorations for an appropriate site I discovered the house was falling down (OK exaggeration) due to a split beam that should have been fixed nearly 4 years ago (when I was more interested in staying alive than anything else)! So in came the builders to fix that before the mast could go up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1i_Q95VcyKI/TiM6SG-em7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/DzzJMpGvc4c/s1600/CIMG1588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1i_Q95VcyKI/TiM6SG-em7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/DzzJMpGvc4c/s320/CIMG1588.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The split beam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;One advantage to this small disaster was that the builders were able to build me a mount for the mast on which the wind stuff was to be mounted saving me the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
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So on Saturday 7th July I got out my big scary ladder and with a bit of help from Joss and a few prayers to the patron saint of ladder climbers (St. Jacob, I think) up went the mast and my wind readings became official.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day out came the my little ladder to help me mount the wireless box. Unfortunately I didn't spend as much time stabilizing this ladder and forgot my prayers so while I was up putting in the last screw, the ladder decided to leave me hanging on the balcony to which the box was attached. I still have some of the bruises caused by the ladder which I had to land on because their was nowhere else for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoNwNFSZVg0/TiNDUSCszyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/oLgvAIo3l1Q/s1600/CIMG1632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoNwNFSZVg0/TiNDUSCszyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/oLgvAIo3l1Q/s320/CIMG1632.JPG" width="105" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mast with Anemometer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9tp0zV1E5k/TiNDVLzx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Kjv0FdoMElY/s1600/CIMG1633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9tp0zV1E5k/TiNDVLzx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Kjv0FdoMElY/s320/CIMG1633.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wireless Box&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;No bones broken so I was able to stand back and admire my work and to check if everything was working. After a few days I could tell (and you can check too if you like) somewhat higher wind speeds and significantly more consistent wind directions.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what else was there still to do?&lt;br /&gt;
Well, when I went over to meteohub&amp;nbsp; from LWC although WUG didn't lose any data (as the data logger was still on line to the console and recording until meteohub came online), meteohub itself didn't have any of the LWC data from the previous month and that was needed for other purposes (graphs, pc dashboards etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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So after finding out the LWC and meteohub respective data formats with some help from Boris (Hi Boris) I set out to brush off my Perl skills (which apparently had gone down the drain) to get my lost data into meteohub. This is a work in progress as I keep finding myself some new weather maths to play with on the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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So when that is finished I will be able to sit back and enjoy my weather station .....&lt;br /&gt;
or maybe not ......&lt;br /&gt;
here is stuff&amp;nbsp; on the to do list so far:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my Meteohub&amp;nbsp; on the Web - so you too can look at all the fun I am having&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Adding a weather (360 degree) CAM so I have records of cloud formations&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before the winter sets in get my rain sensor heater so as I can measure water content of snow fall too (&lt;a href="http://www.swisswetter.ch/mall/regenmesserheizung-pro.htm"&gt;don't believe me?&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Virtual cloud sensor for meteohub to record cloud classifications (a whole subject on its own)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lobby LWC to support meteohub (I do love their graphs)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn more about weather forecasting&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;That should keep me busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;HINT: The cheap way to feed you interest in the weather:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy an i-Pad or use one that you have lying around&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Download weather Pro-HD (CHF 6)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Enjoy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-1987620905608720303?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/_dZT6JdcK8Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/1987620905608720303/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=1987620905608720303" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/1987620905608720303?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/1987620905608720303?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/_dZT6JdcK8Q/weather-on-line-part-2.html" title="Weather On-Line Part 2" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3zasls803c/TiMg9dfzHOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XrwEko4IpTM/s72-c/CIMG1583zoom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/07/weather-on-line-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQ3s9fSp7ImA9WhdTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-479535429087100900</id><published>2011-07-17T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:05:42.565+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T18:05:42.565+02:00</app:edited><title>Storm in a Teacup</title><content type="html">The repeat performance of Wednesday morning's storm didn't occur on Thursday, no lightning, no hail and almost no rain. We went out for a walk with the dogs on Friday and many of the large footpaths in the woods around our house were impassable and we had to wander off to get around. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yet another blow for the trees but at least not as bad as Orkan (Hurricane) Lothar from Christmas 1999 the remnants of that devastation still scar our landscape.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some of the pictures I took of the damage we saw within a&amp;nbsp; km from the house last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
No Comment Necessary &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GJgWzaN-Dw/TiMCEfkGORI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UpSikh4PfVY/s1600/DSCN1012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GJgWzaN-Dw/TiMCEfkGORI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UpSikh4PfVY/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIjo0Goh7pE/TiMCH0_FwFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xvgtTSl2jjM/s1600/DSCN1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIjo0Goh7pE/TiMCH0_FwFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/xvgtTSl2jjM/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5XPR2DF1gw/TiMCJhxHQTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fNBrEYZ-KDM/s1600/DSCN1023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5XPR2DF1gw/TiMCJhxHQTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fNBrEYZ-KDM/s320/DSCN1023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvmJ_izvu1c/TiMCL6KoagI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zeWVnoupocU/s1600/DSCN1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvmJ_izvu1c/TiMCL6KoagI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zeWVnoupocU/s320/DSCN1026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3z_eBVoAW0/TiMCN2on1RI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zMHTyaT2TkQ/s1600/DSCN1027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3z_eBVoAW0/TiMCN2on1RI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zMHTyaT2TkQ/s320/DSCN1027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVVsHPwA2Og/TiMCP3jQLzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_peB7a9mkQM/s1600/DSCN1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVVsHPwA2Og/TiMCP3jQLzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_peB7a9mkQM/s320/DSCN1031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there was&amp;nbsp; a path here last week (really)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-479535429087100900?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/i8RulX4zvqc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/479535429087100900/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=479535429087100900" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/479535429087100900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/479535429087100900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/i8RulX4zvqc/storm-in-teacup.html" title="Storm in a Teacup" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GJgWzaN-Dw/TiMCEfkGORI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UpSikh4PfVY/s72-c/DSCN1012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/07/storm-in-teacup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBQXw_eip7ImA9WhdTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-4972064416907926473</id><published>2011-07-13T18:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:42:30.242+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T18:42:30.242+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daisy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dog" /><title>About the Dog(s)</title><content type="html">Ah yes, you remember back in January I finally introduced &lt;a href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing-pepper.html"&gt;Pepper&lt;/a&gt;, well we liked her so much Carol decided she needed a new friend to play with so last week we went looking for soft toy:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIgdKgylTa0/Th3FtS9VKAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4M_kX2uMzA4/s1600/CIMG1621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIgdKgylTa0/Th3FtS9VKAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4M_kX2uMzA4/s320/CIMG1621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here it is,&amp;nbsp; she is called Daisy (mostly, but I preferred Chilli as in Chilli &amp;amp; Pepper)&lt;br /&gt;
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Turned out to be another dog. &lt;br /&gt;
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She is from Italy (can't you tell) and is around 3 years old. She was found tied up at a parking  stop next to a motorway. Can anybody understand what kind of person  would do that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Like pepper she loves us all and vice versa but she does seem to be especially attached to Carol, almost literally. So here they all are together (Pepper, Carol &amp;amp; Daisy)&amp;nbsp; in their favorite place, the Kitchen. Actually Carol's second favourite place next to the Garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-4972064416907926473?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/CrG8PBMrX8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/4972064416907926473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=4972064416907926473" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4972064416907926473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4972064416907926473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/CrG8PBMrX8U/about-dogs.html" title="About the Dog(s)" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIgdKgylTa0/Th3FtS9VKAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4M_kX2uMzA4/s72-c/CIMG1621.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/07/about-dogs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IARHo_eSp7ImA9WhdTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-122481438618099874</id><published>2011-07-13T17:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:39:05.441+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T17:39:05.441+02:00</app:edited><title>Weathering the Storm</title><content type="html">It seems I have weather on the brain and after the storms we had here last night (see &lt;a href="http://www.tagesanzeiger.ch/panorama/vermischtes/bildstrecke.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heftige Regenfälle in der Schweiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;who wouldn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At around 2am, the whole household was awakened instantaneously&amp;nbsp; by the sound of almond sized hail&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dropping on our roof. As our roof is large and we have no attic this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; sounded like somebody throwing 1000's of rocks on it. This was accompanied by and the most spectacular thunder and lightning I have ever seen and heard. Most of it was fork but was was going between clouds and the multiple concurrent strikes were unending. Just as we were checking that the dogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;were OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(er plural, more on that later)&amp;nbsp; the power went down and the search for candles and torches proceeded. The dogs were actually scared ****less but thankfully without ****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My weather machine recorded over 30mm of rain (including melted hail, I guess) in the last day and wind gusts of up to 66km/hr. The main storm passed us in about 20 minutes but left a trail of devastation, and I spent sometime afterwards transfixed by its eastward journey carrying&amp;nbsp; with it that extraordinary lightning. You can click on the Metric Underground widget at the right to get the&amp;nbsp; story in numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This morning we had some cleanup to do, but we were lucky, all the slates are still on the roof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carol's garden was a mess though with broken plant material littering every corner. The tomato house I built was still standing and had no extra holes which I think is some kind of miracle. Apart from the plants (poor old Carol), the most damage was two broken garden lights (hail had just smashed the covers to pieces) and some quite artistic almond shaped dents in one of our blinds (see the nice&amp;nbsp; pictures I took for the insurance man below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now there is just time to batten down the hatches for tonight's expected repeat performance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-122481438618099874?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/n9V2ryOxHlE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/122481438618099874/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=122481438618099874" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/122481438618099874?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/122481438618099874?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/n9V2ryOxHlE/weathering-storm.html" title="Weathering the Storm" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIKZjN0-K0A/Th27pPsOgDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6a3DuFWkWH0/s72-c/CIMG1612.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/07/weathering-storm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGQnczfyp7ImA9WhZXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-2504680957187165309</id><published>2011-05-01T16:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:45:23.987+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-01T16:45:23.987+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="underground" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weather" /><title>Weather on-line</title><content type="html">Carol bought me a brilliant present for my Birthday. A Davis Weather station.&lt;br /&gt;
More on this later, but for now just admire the new gadget on this page, just click on it to get the full details of the weather in Kindhausen now! (Ignore wind stuff, anemometer mouting not properly done yet) &lt;br /&gt;
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BTW,&amp;nbsp; last MRI shows no change in my health, beating the stats by miles now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-2504680957187165309?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/Ib4UfGTvkyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/2504680957187165309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=2504680957187165309" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/2504680957187165309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/2504680957187165309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/Ib4UfGTvkyo/weather-on-line.html" title="Weather on-line" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/05/weather-on-line.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DQ3Y-fCp7ImA9WhdSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-4505913584247641291</id><published>2011-04-19T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:21:12.854+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T21:21:12.854+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eulogy" /><title>Eulogy to my Dad</title><content type="html">&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A Family’s Eulogy to their dad, Frank Edward Smith,&lt;br /&gt;
on the occasion of his funeral,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;presented by his son Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; on 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; April 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;at St. Peter’s Church, Marymead, Stevenage, England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I spend much of my working life standing in front of people and explaining abstract concepts to them in order to help them to use such concepts in their professional lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So why is it that when preparing for what I wanted to say today,&amp;nbsp; to describe the great love that one man had for his family,&amp;nbsp; I found myself&amp;nbsp; mentally dumbstruck? Perhaps it is that that love was so profound and all encompassing that it was almost impossible to put into words. I still feel uncomfortable presenting what I want to express and I hope you will forgive me if I flounder like some babbling idiot. Just to remind you of how&amp;nbsp; I feel to day I would like to wear this, I hope your god doesn't mind (cub cap on head).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today I feel small, scared and somehow excited, very much like how I felt on one evening in my early life, a Wednesday I think, when my dad took me to a little event that was an experience to spark of in me a lifetimes worth of interest in the world around me; and for my dad it was the start of a renaissance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But those emotions that I felt that day have a very different significance today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 28.5pt; text-indent: -28.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel very small&lt;br /&gt;
- Compared to the memory of my father, a great man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 28.5pt; text-indent: -27.9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel a little scared&lt;br /&gt;
- That what few words I have found will be an injustice to that memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36.25pt; text-indent: -36.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel somewhat excited&lt;br /&gt;
- at the prospect of eulogising such a wonderful warm and loving man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;and I feel sad , very sad - that my dad is no longer with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One cannot talk about my Dad's life without mentioning the Scout Movement. Dad was involved in the Scout's both before and after the Second world war, but after the war, as for many young men returning from their service, dad came back to a different world, and the Scout movement, I guess, had reduced its relevance to him at that time. He married my mum in the last year of the war and a couple of years later she gave birth to their first daughter, my big sister Janet, followed a few years later by our tiny explosion Carol, I followed at the end of the 50's, the only boy in this quartet, and our sixties sister Marion arrives just as the sixties were getting interesting and completing my dad's first family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;On that evening in the mid sixties, the one I mentioned earlier, the day I joined the Cubs, I remember looking for him to take me home only to find him talking to a visiting scout leader in another room, dad had signed back into the movement and the movement would never look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My sisters and I have many fond memories of our dad and I asked each of the girls for just one to put into this eulogy. At first, I was a little surprised, by the seemingly small events that they retold and that those events had stuck so long in their minds and grown to such enormity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Marion remembered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A drive in Wales on our way to one of our adventures where dad, as always, eager to help leaped out of the Transit van, that we were in, to provide guidance for our driver's particularly difficult manoeuvrings round a narrow country lane. Dad disappeared into a ditch taller than his 5'6" and the driver drove on only to be stopped by our plaintive cries from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Carol remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Her wedding day; everybody was waiting at the registry office and dad had not yet arrived. A quick phone call confirmed he had decided to wash the kitchen floor as "he had the time". Anyway, sure enough, he arrived on time on his moped in his leathers and like some festive superman he peeled them off to reveal his Wedding suit beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I also remember him burning his nose on the Iron while ironing shirts "Just testing if it was hot enough", the Red nose was there for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Were we remembering how accident-prone or absent minded dad was? I think not, I think it was the sense of fun that he exuded especially at times like these when he would laugh with us and at himself. Something I think we all inherited just a little from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Janet, the elder, remembered helping dad with Sunday dinner, this was our mum's day off, by order of dad, probably the only order he ever gave to her. Jan also has fond memories of hanging wallpaper with him as I think we all did. Was she remembering the chores we had to do? I think not, I think it was all about the quality time he spent with each of us in the gang of four and the love that he showed us all in every action he took. After my mum died in 1969 he did not pull into himself as he could well have done, but just poured more love out of his ever-full cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What we all remember is his gentle way of dealing with all of us and that tiny push of encouragement he gave to us to step outside of our comfort zone and thus make as much out of lives as we wished to. We also remember his impeccable morals, and the manners that he showed to every man woman and child of every creed and colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My dad had so much love in his heart to give, one family was not enough so he had to give this and his massive enthusiasm for living life to the full, to the many lads and lasses who sought adventure and fun through the scout movement which became his second family, this only added to his first families lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;After we, the gang of four, were well on the paths to our own lives he re-married and took on yet one more family by marrying our step-mum Doris and bringing in our two step brothers Frank &amp;amp; Ian, you can imagine the name confusion with brother-in-law Ian and my wife to be, another Carol, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We all miss you dad, but you will forever stay in our hearts, minds and actions. We all hope that we have taught our kids just a fraction of what you have taught us because if we have, they will turn out to be great citizens of this world, our earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So I'd now like to take this hat off to him for the last time, and wish from all of us to you, god speed dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;As Promised, my top albums for 2010. I haven't done this before, but given that music is such a big part of my consciousness and my tastes are kind of eclectic I thought you might be interested in what I think is good and interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;To put this stuff into context &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;A.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It only contains stuff I have heard and bought (and that is the real limiting factor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;B.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;2010 was not a good year, in fact the mainstream had almost nothing to offer, and if we have to suffer one more talent show winner I think the day the music died might be soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;C.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have only chosen albums released in 2010 so those released at the beginning of the year have had more time to grow on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;D.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There are no compilations, new performances of old stuff, re-releases, re-masters or re-treads (old stuff new to me) and that covers at least as much music in my collection again. Maybe I'll do "best of the rest" if I ever finish the unrest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;E.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is very difficult to put these albums in order,&amp;nbsp; its more like a tendency than a real position. It is particularly difficult at the top where the top 5 or 6 are pretty much equal 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Things I found interesting in my collecting this year: a clear move even more out of the mainstream of pop/rock with one or two exceptions. Little new Classical or Jazz excluding a modest blues collection expansion. A significant increase in Folk of which most sit in retreads&amp;nbsp; and, as usual, no Hip-Hop (when will that mostly ugly music leave us forever).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;So here goes, Ian's top 21 (yeah I know 21? -- I wanted Mugstar in here):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;21 - ...Sun, Broken... - Mugstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Hawkwind, early Floyd and some heavy Can influence with a hypnotic beat. Good with Space cookies I would think ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;20 - Returnal &amp;nbsp;- Oneohtrix Point Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;First track (Nil Admirari) is a shocking but original noise rock classic fronting up an album of Minimalist synth rock with some strong Tangerine Dream influences. No outstanding tracks just lovely meditation music most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;19 - Midlake - The Courage of Others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;The folk rock sound of Texas Band Midlake takes a lot of its character from early 70s English bands like the Moody Blues &amp;amp; Camel with a touch of America.&amp;nbsp; Their dreamy style and unusual lyrics tend to hark towards 19th Century small village sensibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;18 - Amy McDonald - A Curious Thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;A little more production and more orchestration than on the excellent "This is Life" tend to push the songs on Amy's 2nd a little close to &amp;nbsp;anthemic rock but this does not detract from this young Singer-Songwriter's potential. Despite what the critic`s say, I like Amy's voice, her simple songs about life and her naive guitar work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;17 - Gaslight Anthem - American Slang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Watch out Springsteen, old style romantic anthem rock sung by guys young enough to make it work (unlike Bruce nowadays).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;16 - Victoire - Cathedral City -&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Most Suprising Debut of the year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Now where are we to put Victoire; Modern classical, Minimalist, Psuedo-Classic, Art Rock, Post Rock or my favourite Chamber-Rock. This is Victoire's debut album, five talented, if a little strange, women lead by composer and multi-instrumentalist Missy Mazolli and sounding like&amp;nbsp; Laurie Anderson dragged up to date and sideways. Intelligent but perfectly listenable chamber-rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;15 - Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti - Before Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Imagine the whole of the 1970's in an alternate dimension designed by Frank Zappa transmitted through a compressed fidelity wormhole to the year 2010. Its good.....but I Hope it is NOT the future           &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;14 - Emily Portmann - The Glamoury&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;A great set of traditional and self-penned English folk songs that fit together with each other perfectly, beautifully sung with spectacular&amp;nbsp; modern arrangement's that feel just right with these songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;13 - Simon Harper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Paul Simon's son makes his debut at 40 with an Album of lightweight Americana. Sometimes sounding uncannily like his old man, but with his own style and strong songs. Shame he didn't start his career earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;12 - The Sadies - Darker Circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;The 9th album from the Sadies shows their mix of country and garage rock (think Garage Byrds &amp;amp; Flying Burrito Brothers) as strong as ever. Faultless but&amp;nbsp; not too inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;11 - Bellowhead - Hedonism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;I discovered these guys on a brilliant Folk Christmas event on the BBC in 2009. I immediately bought their previous album, Matachin. But Hedonism is a major improvement on an already wonderful mixture of "Big Band" traditional folk tunes with a touch of trad. jazz embellishments.&amp;nbsp; For those that know what Swiss Gugga music is, Bellowhead are a bit like English Folk Gugga Music but a little more in tune).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;10 - Arcade Fire - The Suburbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;I still have trouble with this band; maybe it is Win Butler´s voice that does not let them into my heart of hearts because everything else fits, and tracks where Regine Chassagne takes the lead are brilliant. This makes it difficult to place to chart this as a whole album, however even without Regine´s tracks it deserves a top 10 position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;9 - Massive Attack - Heligoland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Yet another great album from Massive Attack, these pioneers of trip-hop cannot do wrong in my book. Not my absolute favourite (that would be 100th window or Mezzanine) but close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;8 - Eliza Carthy &amp;amp; Norma Waterson - The Gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;Mother Norma and daughter Eliza from the great English folk family formed from the marriage of Martin Carthy and Norma (of the earlier, just as great, Watersons folk family). Bunch of great folk songs (Poor Wayfaring Stranger, Boston Burglar, Bunch of Thyme, Shallow Brown) with lead singing past back and forth between mum and daughter. Norma´s voice has the ease and warmth expected from 50 years of singing great folk tunes without losing any of it´s power ( Wayfaring Stranger is just amazing). Eliza with a mere 20 years of professional singing behind her has managed to keep her youthful touches and a husky voice to challenge Rod Stewart's but much more refined. As usual, Dad is involved and the usual bunch of friends including Danny Thompson from Martin´s early folk days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;7 - Chris De Burgh - Moonfleet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;In the mid 70´s Chris De Burgh was a great Folk-Rock songwriter with classic storytelling albums like Spanish Train and songs like "A Spaceman Came Traveling" and "Don´t Pay the Ferryman". But as we edged into the doldrums of the 80´s he fell into the cheap pop trap (among many others like Billie Joel) with stuff like "Lady in Red", so I lost interest in him. Then in January I picked up a copy of the 2010 album Moonfleet and was interested in the suite of songs telling a true story of Piracy on the high seas around the turn of the 19th Century. This was De Burgh at his Crusader period best, simple but effective and passionate tunes beautifully arranged with orchestra and folk rock band&amp;nbsp; supporting a great story. Welcome back Chris, it only took 30 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;6- Joanna Newsom - Have One on Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;This is supposed to be Joanna Newsom´s masterpiece, the triple CD garnered amazing reviews, so given that I have been a big Joanna Newsom fan since her first album what went wrong? What I liked so much about Joanna previously was how everything she did was so......quirky. Well "Have one on Me" is just not quite so quirky. Maybe she has broadened out in her performance, maybe her voice has matured, maybe the arrangements are more precise, but now I keep thinking of other artists while I am listening to her; Kate Bush one minute, Laura Nyro another, Tori Amos another and then a touch of Björk. That never happened before, and I am not sure that I like the move to Piano for so many songs.. Do not get me wrong I love this album but I kind of miss that squawky little voice accompanied by the divine harp of "The Milk Eyed Mender" and "Ys". I guess I may have to grow with Joanna, maybe this will be my No.1 for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;5 - Sophie Hunger - 1983&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;This lady just won the Swiss awards 2011 for entertainment plus both her first album Mondays Ghost and 1983 went straight to No.1 in the Swiss album charts. So what (I hear you say), well Sophie Hunger is the best thing to come out of Swiss Music since Yello. Great songs, great voice a great talent. Try her you will like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;4 - Robert Plant - Band of Joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;We did not get the follow up to rising sands with Alison Krause that we wanted, but we did get something at least as good. This superb album of Americana almost makes you wish that the long awaited Led Zep reunion would never happen.......almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;3 - Olof Arnalds - Innundir Skinni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;I don´t know whether you know I am sucker for Icelandic music and not just Bjork (who I happen to think is one of the best artists ever) and here is a way for you to find out why. This contemporary Icelandic folk singer and harpist (I am also a sucker for harp) managed to produce the album that Joanna Newsom should have produced for me in 2010. If only I could understand Icelandic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;2 - Burns Unit - Side Show - &lt;b&gt;The debut of the year&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;What do you get if you mix Scotland and Canada - The burns unit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;This 8 piece indy supergroup uses the talents of its members to deliver one hell of a set of songs with an amazing amount of cohesion for such diverse influences. A truly eclectic band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;"From raucous guitar rock to Jacques Brel-esque torch songs to bittersweet country, they drew on a dazzlingly wide spectrum of influences...those in their audience may have come along to see their particular heroes or heroines, but they ended up united in loud acclamation of the whole." (The Sunday Herald)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;1 - I am Kloot - Sky at Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;This rather oddly named Mancunian trio have been around for 10 years but I only discovered them through this, their latest album. We have got quite used to today's English folk singers allowing their local accents come to the forefront but in this case we are not talking folk but a truly British pop-rock band who write lyrics that bring tears of elation, hope and sadness to your eyes all at the same time with their simple but eloquent tales of real life delivered on top of some mind blowing but simple tunes performed without any pretense. Some might compare them to the Beatles, but that would not do them the justice they deserve as a fine modern band making beautiful unique music.&amp;nbsp; As one reviewer put it this is Harold Pinter to everyone else's Cecil B de Mille.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;I think I am Kloot too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Body1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-4981252619093399842?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/PArsAe7y5kA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/4981252619093399842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=4981252619093399842" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4981252619093399842?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4981252619093399842?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/PArsAe7y5kA/ians-top-21-albums-of-2010.html" title="Ian's Top 21 Albums of 2010" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/02/ians-top-21-albums-of-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GSHY_eCp7ImA9Wx9WE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-4842033454480686617</id><published>2011-01-18T17:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:42:09.840+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-18T17:42:09.840+01:00</app:edited><title>Introducing Pepper</title><content type="html"> This is a short entry to introduce a new family member.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pepper was adopted into the family back in October. She is a Bulgarian bitsa (as you can tell from her bark), we don't know who her parents are but we see &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beagle' target='_self'&gt;Beagle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Appenzeller_Sennenhund' target='_self'&gt;Appenzeller&lt;/a&gt; in her. Here is a picture, What do you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id='bloggerplus_image_section' &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_okk_ksnsC6U/TTWzRhvoEfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PKRhh3onbtY/bloggerPlus.jpg' &gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Why Bulgarian? Well apparently Switzerland does not have enough of it's own mistreated or deserted dogs so they we have to import them via a dogs home from somewhere that does. I hope her Bulgarian passport doesn't give us trouble at the border. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we first got her she was scared of everything (shadows, noise, dogs, stairs, the car) except people. She loves our grandchildren and over time she has relaxed a lot and is now house trained.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had all forgotten how much attention a dog needs, but we all love dearly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. This entry was my first written on an iPad blogger app as "mobile" browsers have problems with rich text web editors. These Web editors need single character entry and mobile devices do line by line entry like the old mainframe terminals :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-4842033454480686617?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/Kzla3_xz-V4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/4842033454480686617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=4842033454480686617" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4842033454480686617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4842033454480686617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/Kzla3_xz-V4/introducing-pepper.html" title="Introducing Pepper" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_okk_ksnsC6U/TTWzRhvoEfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PKRhh3onbtY/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing-pepper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQX0-fip7ImA9Wx9WE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-6625600064870177568</id><published>2011-01-18T02:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T02:26:00.356+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-18T02:26:00.356+01:00</app:edited><title>Welcome to my Pad</title><content type="html">Only a month between blogs this time!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope everybody had a good Christmas season and a good start to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did nothing spectacular  but spent a lot of time with the family and that is always special. Ate lots of delicious food, as ever, but still managed to keep my weight steady (ish). Now it is time to do the final 6kg to get under 70kg, and then I'll try and keep it there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of new gadgets around the house over Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Notebooks (Dell thing for Carol &amp;amp; Qosmio for Joss); Nice but boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Bookreaders (Kindle for Amber ; &lt;a href="http://www.thalia.de/shop/oyo/show/"&gt;Oyo&lt;/a&gt; for Kayleigh&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I-Pod Nano (should be Pico) - Trying to wean carol off of the old &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PJB"&gt;PJB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Playstation 3 (Mario) - Ho Hum&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; and the grandchildren got some toys too &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; but the winner this year (biased opinion) ......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Welcome to my iPad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My toy this year was an i-pad and I have to say I am well impressed. What surprises me most is how the thing slips into your life within a few days and starts to become a natural fit between the desktop and the Phone. The standard jibe of the&amp;nbsp; iPad detractors is that it is just a big i-Phone, and in fact they are right! But having 4 times the screen real estate actually allows it to handle different tasks.&lt;br /&gt;
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As most of you know, I work at home (about 30% of my time) except when I am visiting customers or attending internal events. In my (recently converted to) Apple world:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;iPhone-&lt;/b&gt; Goes everywhere in my pocket and keeps me connected and provides the "on the move" applications:&amp;nbsp; Agenda, messaging, timetables, maps, clocks &amp;amp; alarms, breaking news, dictionaries (mobile Leo is just wonderful to have around).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;iPad&lt;/b&gt; - At home: Provides all of the casual browsing that the notebook or netbook tried to provide, but never succeeded because it all took so long to get going and was not a book format. Added to that lots of easy to use apps, including all of those (non-phone) apps carried across from the iPhone. I just love sitting with my coffee and iPad first thing in the morning going through my agenda and e-mail for the day on a screen that is big enough, but no too big to relax with. &lt;br /&gt;
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Traveling: I think the iPad is going to replace my notebook PC when traveling. I have all the applications I need to work on the road.&amp;nbsp; Numbers, Pages &amp;amp; Keynote should fill in for Office apps and an easy to use mind mapping tool (iThoughts HD) replaces any thinking I need to do :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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The proof of the pudding will come in a weeks time when I am off traveling for a few days. But given that since I went back to work at the beginning of January I have only opened my work Notebook PC for two things&lt;br /&gt;
1. (Ironically) to use the Cisco IP phone that is (due to some&amp;nbsp; licensing restriction) tied to the MAC (ethernet) address of the PC.&lt;br /&gt;
2. To synch it up on to my network server (so all of the docs are already available to all of my devices)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What do I miss in the iPad? &lt;/b&gt;: The Phone, I know it may sound odd but it needs the Phone too, and for why? Because I only want to work on one device at a time. So each device needs all of the screen size appropriate applications. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Apple vision&lt;/b&gt; for the end user applications and user interfaces now becomes clear. Many of the&amp;nbsp; Phone &amp;amp; Pad user interface elements already exist on Mac OS as do many of the applications (and since last week they can be delivered through an App store just like the iPhone and iPad). We also already know that the next major version of Mac OS will adopt the multi-page app view and no doubt a few more things from the phone-pad evolution. This means that whatever Apple end-user device you sit with in the future will feel the same and have the same stuff on it. Jobs Done (excuse the pun)&lt;br /&gt;
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This also answers&amp;nbsp; the question of where does the Notebook and Desktop fit in: wherever you like without compromising on functionality! I feel, at the moment, that for me (human communicators &amp;amp; conceptual and planning worker) the iPhone, iPad (with occasional keyboard connection) &amp;amp; iMac will be just right. But for others (e.g. intensive image artists or wordsmiths) perhaps the larger but 0 spindle notebook format would fit better in the middle, or maybe as well as. Oh, by the way, the NETBOOK IS DEAD (Wanna by one?).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Cloud or Synch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So what is wrong with the iPad, or more correctly, what is wrong with Apple's device succession at the moment? Well actually not much, but when it comes to content management it is a bloody disaster.&amp;nbsp; It is almost as if Apple thought the PC was going to be the central "agent" device which everything was synchronised with when "other" devices were attached. But then they realised&amp;nbsp; that these devices were becoming realtime push and pull slaves to (what we are now calling) the cloud&amp;nbsp; (but which is actually a whole bunch of randomly organised servers using mainly proprietary access mechanisms). Worse than that, they couldn't decide what to use for this inappropriate synchronising.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we have on-line stuff (like e-mail on imap and files on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Webdav"&gt;WebDav&lt;/a&gt;) and manual synchronising through the via &lt;a href="http://me.com/"&gt;MobileMe&lt;/a&gt; (web), via&lt;a href="https://www.iwork.com/"&gt; i-work&lt;/a&gt; (web) and through i-Tunes (usb)&amp;nbsp; depending on the phase of the moon. And within i-Tunes there are 2 methods of synch depending on the content being synched. Books, music, videos (things that you might purchase) are synched down through the browser whereas files for specific applications via an apps tab for the device.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some developers have added some extras too like direct proprietary WiFi synch (e.g. Appigo ToDo) and &lt;a href="https://www.dropbox.com/"&gt;Dropbox&lt;/a&gt; (e.g. iCabMobile, GoodReader, iCabMobile) to try and help out but at the end of the day they are just making it more confusing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Calling Agent Apple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think we should forget the USB synch and look towards a personal agent technology accessed via the Internet (I think we can assume that now). In other words something that knows primarily who you are&amp;nbsp; (login),&amp;nbsp; what you are carrying (iPhone, iPad etc) and what the chosen apps (e.g. iTunes) that are available on that device for the different types of content (e.g. MP3 sound) that are available to you. The agent's job would be to keep the latest version of your (device relevant) content on the device. This content may be stored close to the agent or elsewhere in the cloud, but it would be the agent that had the knowledge of where the content lives (licensed content or your own stuff), of the access credentials for the content, and&amp;nbsp; how to deliver it securely to where you are*. Something close to &lt;a href="https://www.dropbox.com/"&gt;Dropbox&lt;/a&gt; technology (try it you will like it) with a bit more intelligence dropped in the box.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp; tried to build such an agent &lt;b&gt;over 10 years ago&lt;/b&gt; ) and was quite successful for handling my own stuff agent to/from PC, but no other the devices&amp;nbsp; were around at that time. If I remember correctly I used&amp;nbsp; X.400 (mail)&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; X.500 (directory/security) protocols on a Cobalt Qube (Linux Box appliance) to do the job...... I think we we need a new version :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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So that's enough for today, my intention was to review my favourite albums of 2010, but I seem to have got carried away on the Apple vision and then got real geeky at the end there.&lt;br /&gt;
Let's hope I can get the enthusiasm up to do the top ten before it becomes favourite albums of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ian, have a good 2011 y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-6625600064870177568?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/GWn_Uk6BrDU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/6625600064870177568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=6625600064870177568" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/6625600064870177568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/6625600064870177568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/GWn_Uk6BrDU/welcome-to-my-pad.html" title="Welcome to my Pad" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-to-my-pad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4FRHk-eip7ImA9Wx9REUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-4324817585993884858</id><published>2010-12-12T00:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:48:35.752+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-12T01:48:35.752+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weight Watcher" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Borneo" /><title>Where to Start - Playlist</title><content type="html">Here is the bad blogger back after only 7 months of absence this time. How to fill on the gap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honorary Weight Watcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Became an honorary Weight Watcher (Carol and Amber are fully paid up members I just nicked the method from them), lost 20kg and am now the lightest I have been (75kg) since my early teens! Aiming for 70kg before I stop, and then all I need to do is keep it off.&lt;br /&gt;fauna  &lt;br /&gt;If anybody needs proof that losing weight is all  all about  food and and little to do with exercise:  I have been busy on so much other stuff recently  that my exercise regime  has suffered (droping to 2 or 3 times a week recently) but the weight kept falling off at the same rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an amazing two weeks in October  in the Borneo jungle on a &lt;a href="http://www.pandaw.com/borneo-c-118.html"&gt;cruise&lt;/a&gt; down the Pandaw River .&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Beautiful Kuching City, River Life and Longhouses, Witness the disappearing Rain forests (very scary) and how they can provide everything for rich human life, Incomparable fauna (Orang Utan &amp;amp; Proboscis Monkeys) and flora (Pitchers and Fruits). The grand Pandaw river,  too much food and very few bugs!  Last  day shopping in Singapore .&lt;br /&gt;Do it again? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i-Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally dumped my old Sony Ericsson  P900 and replaced it with an Phone 4 that makes work a bit more fun and a bit more accesible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five years in our "new" house I finally built the long awaited Library on our gallery / landing. Very pleased with the result (thank you IKEA), I just need to convince Carol that it really is necessary to label all the books with their Dewey-Decimal classifications (or perhaps the Hewey or Dewey classifications).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat ironically we are just starting to move to book readers (Carol's Kindle is the first, but I expect some follow-ups soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book List&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dawkins - The God Delusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most significant books written in the last decade. Turned me from a Deist / Agnostic to a true died in the wool ATHEIST. I am an ATHEIST and proud of it. I think we Atheists should start to mobilise and stop being liberals on religion. All religion is untrue, dangerous and unnecessary. Thanks Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Dawkins - The Greatest show on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The evolution book that should be required reading in all schools, but will never be because of the creationist lobby,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The minimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugstar&lt;br /&gt;Oneohtrix Point Never&lt;br /&gt;Moebus &amp;amp; Beerbohm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That difficult follow-up to a masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Plant - Band of Joy - Close to another masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Brit Folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Comedy - Still fun after all these years&lt;br /&gt;The Carthys &amp;amp; the Watersons - Quintessential British folk family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Underrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison - The most underrated Beatle - All things must pass is a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Groundhogs - Underrated 60s (English Blues) /70s (Heavy Rock) band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire - The Suburbs each album is better than the last but I still don't know if I like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gaslight Anthem - Eat your heart out Springsteen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am Kloot&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bats For Lashes&lt;br /&gt;Florence and the Machine&lt;br /&gt;Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it at the moment, need to get a change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-4324817585993884858?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/G48eTIMArLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/4324817585993884858/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=4324817585993884858" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4324817585993884858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/4324817585993884858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/G48eTIMArLU/where-to-start-playlist.html" title="Where to Start - Playlist" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-to-start-playlist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANRXw_fSp7ImA9WxFQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-3708926946560414459</id><published>2010-05-14T23:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:13:14.245+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-15T01:13:14.245+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fitness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heart Rate Monitor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Polar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fat" /><title>Have a Heart (monitor)</title><content type="html">I started exercising / training / working out or whatever you want to call it regularly about 11 years ago in order to help me lose weight. You may have seen some of my previous posts on all the sport junk I keep in the cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been overweight and it seems like I have been on almost permanent reducing diets since I was about 11 (true)! I have always been relatively fit despite my weight being between 88 and 110 kilos at various times. I have not participated  in conventional sport but I had always loved walking and other outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be into activities like speleology and mountaineering when I was much younger  (is speleology an outdoor pursuit?). There are  stories  about the fat caver stuck in holes all over England and others about the fat rock climber  hung up on a rope while abseiling in nylon or perhaps the story of the fat mountaineer falling some 30m down a tree lined cliff covered in wet leaves and twigs and bouncing up with lunch  held tightly in  paw; that is how much food means to me. But I'll save those stories for another day so I can get back to today's diatribe on the battle against fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever I tried, including not eating, drugs (I think that's what they were for),  and worse (the &lt;a href="http://www.cambridgeweightplan.com/"&gt;Cambridge Diet&lt;/a&gt;) it didn't stop me putting on a ton  as soon as I stopped (not literally). Of course  experts who, because of some abnormal body function are all the very slim, tell us that we need to change our lifestyle. Unfortunately that lifestyle is the lifestyle of a rabbit, and more so,  an undersexed rabbit like those in Wartership down perhaps all cabbage and no carnal. As someone who is quite attached a normal human lifestyle as opposed to drug accompanied sludge and lettuce as the only forms of nutrition I eventually turned to MORE exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said at the beginning when I was just over 40 I started regular exercise and I'm still doing it. I workout 4-5 times a week with a combination weights and aerobic (bike, treadmill &amp;amp; rower) &lt;br /&gt;Carol thinks I'm addicted...... she might be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning I have been using a HRM (Heart Rate Monitor) watch (a Polar Pacer) to make sure I train in the right heart rate limits for a good combination of strength and weight loss limits (if you don't know what I am talking about just try a search on &lt;a href="http://www.google.ch/search?q=heart+training+zones"&gt;Heart Training Zones&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was supposed to be about replacing my old HRM (Heart Rate Monitor) watch, which has been playing up, with a new HRM gizmo but I somehow got distracted, So to cut a long story short, after spending days of in-depth analysis of the options (I have the, sad, spreadsheet to prove it) I have a new HRM  watch (a &lt;a href="http://www.polar.fi/en"&gt;Polar&lt;/a&gt; RS300X - GPS) with a GPS pod (for "real" wallking &amp;amp; cycling) that allows me to synch. up to a cool web based training progress &lt;a href="https://www.polarpersonaltrainer.com/"&gt;tool.&lt;/a&gt; You can actually use it without a Polar watch if you want to type everything in. I will probably talk about this thing a bit more later when I have used it for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the result of 11 years of almost continual training (bar a couple of extended gaps) with or without a HRM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as fat&lt;/span&gt; but much fitter and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tumour (rather the treatments) wacked my strength big time but it has been creeping up again since I have been off meds. but I think it is starting to hit some age limitations now so I reckon its about as good as it will ever get for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So signing off now to attack the fridge for a midnight snack, er ....   glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;GEEK NOTE: Anybody interested in a first or replacement HRM but doesn't already have a bunch of polar compatible gear (like our treadmill, bike &amp;amp; rower) you might like to look at &lt;a href="http://www.garmin.com/garmin/cms/site/us"&gt;Garmin&lt;/a&gt; (built in GPS and tracking) or &lt;a href="http://www.suunto.com/en-us/"&gt;Suunto&lt;/a&gt;'s  &lt;a href="http://www.thisisant.com/"&gt;Ant&lt;/a&gt;+ compatible watches, There maybe a new multi-device standard appearing here that can handle all sorts of devices (including fat measuring scales)  BUT Polar's single device protocol is the old de-facto standard and their newer coded standard is backward compatible and ANT+ is actually owned by Garmin not to mention Polar has a new incompatible multi-device protocol called WIND. Given the watch prices compared to the compatible gym gear you might want to hold of for a bit or, at least, be careful that all your stuff will work together. Polar / ANT / WIND bridge devices anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-3708926946560414459?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/MjzspDK3KBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/3708926946560414459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=3708926946560414459" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/3708926946560414459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/3708926946560414459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/MjzspDK3KBY/have-heart-monitor.html" title="Have a Heart (monitor)" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-heart-monitor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCRXwyfCp7ImA9WxFRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-7285896130668823271</id><published>2010-04-29T23:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:47:44.294+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-30T00:47:44.294+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="German" /><title>German lessons again</title><content type="html">Since I started working in a more  international role my bad German has got worse. Carol reckoned her's has also got worse, but she has no excuse :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given this we thought we would take a few lessons to catch up a bit so we we signed up for a course at the local Volkhochschule ("Adult Education Centre" but literally "Peoples high school"). The course was titled "Deutsch für leicht Fortgeschrittene", a bit of a weird name "German for the lightly advanced" but it seemed to fit our advanced but poor German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached the start of the course we both got a bit worried about what we were letting ourselves in for. Even after 20 years in Switzerland we don't consider our German advanced (and neither do our kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the fateful day of the first lesson (last Tuesday) came and we entered the classroom to find that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: we had been the course saviours, that is, we had made up the numbers to allow this particular course to continue and&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: that "leicht Fortgeschrittene" really meant "early advanced" Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hoping to have a lot of more advanced conversations, but the other students are not at the level we had hoped. Oh well, they are a nice bunch of ladies (I'm the only guy, and unusually I am the tallest in the group!) I guess that we will finish the course (and do the homework), its all good revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-7285896130668823271?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/V98NnbKX6xA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/7285896130668823271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=7285896130668823271" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/7285896130668823271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/7285896130668823271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/V98NnbKX6xA/german-lessons-again.html" title="German lessons again" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/04/german-lessons-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QAQHY_fyp7ImA9WxFRFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-2753057429025513020</id><published>2010-04-29T21:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:09:01.847+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-29T23:09:01.847+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IET" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="krebsliga" /><title>Solidarity Event "Unterwegs Gegen Krebs"</title><content type="html">On 29th May the Swiss Cancer League (Krebsliga Schweiz) hold their 2010 solidarity event in  their centennial year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unterwegs gegen Krebs" - ("on the way against cancer", sounds better in German) is a 2 part event. The first, morning, stage is walking from various locations (e.g. - Dietikon) in to 14  major towns (e.g. - Zurich) where there is a regional solidarity event. The walks vary from 2 to 4 hours (the Dietikon-Zurich route is 3.25 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second stage is a train into Bern at around 14:00 for the big afternoon event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol and I will be donning our T-Shirts and walking boots for the first stage of the event from Dietikon to Zurich &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately will not be doing the Bern trip because to  the AGM of the IET (Institution of Engineering and Technology) Swiss branch expects my attendance in the afternoon (not to mention the AGM dinner later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody is interested in walking with us (or without us) register at &lt;a href="http://www.krebsliga.ch"&gt;http://www.krebsliga.ch&lt;/a&gt; (German, French and Italian only) and drop a comment on this posting. If you should go on to Bern you get a chance to stick a solidarity note on a big pin board ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, if you prefer to attend any of all of the &lt;a href="http://www.theiet.org/local/emea/europe/switzerland/agm-2010.cfm"&gt;IET events  &lt;/a&gt;(except the AGM unless you are a member) on that day instead of living it up in Bern; Carol, me and the rest of the IET people would love to see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-2753057429025513020?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/Fc2JR7sVx7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/2753057429025513020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=2753057429025513020" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/2753057429025513020?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/2753057429025513020?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/Fc2JR7sVx7I/solidarity-event-unterwegs-gegen-krebs.html" title="Solidarity Event &quot;Unterwegs Gegen Krebs&quot;" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/04/solidarity-event-unterwegs-gegen-krebs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECSHs9fSp7ImA9WxFSFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-1579958619558617803</id><published>2010-04-16T17:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:17:49.565+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-18T15:17:49.565+02:00</app:edited><title>Coming in threes: Phones, Tickets and Volcanoes</title><content type="html">No excuses, I know it has been a long time again, but I got presented with some unexpected time on my hands today, all a bit strange really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this sitting on a train from Paris to Zurich. Why is that odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well normally I fly because the 5-7 hours on the train (even when it is much more comfortable) doesn't compare to the 1.5 hour flight (I know I should be more green), but today flying was not an option and it all has do do with an Icelandic Volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the finale (I hope) to an eventful business trip to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday afternoon I flew to Paris from Zurich. Carol dropped me at the railway station and I immediately realised I had forgotten my phone (Handy / Natel / Mobile or whatever your local cultural pet name for a GSM phone is) and it was too late to go back. In the ensuing culture panic, where all my usual phone based business trip management went out of the window (or rather got left on the shelf in the home office), I forgot to punch my train ticket on the only day this century there was a guard on the airport train. After trying to do a cat from shrek eyes expression to the guard and consequently making people throw up all around me, he forgave me because I think he realised I had become severely disabled without a handy (the favourite Swiss culture nickname), or was it just severely disabled for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This covered two of a set of magic "three things" and after getting to the airport and flying safely with all luggage intact I tried to convince myself that the incident with the Taxi driver almost taking the life of a motorcyclist by pulling out about three inches (75cm) in front of him was number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this was a very stupid thought because this is actually an hourly occurrence for any Paris Taxi driver and an almost every 10 minute occurrence for every Parisen motorcyclist (you can draw your own conclusions on the statistical accuracy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I arrived at the Paris office without further incident and after a couple of hours work (its apparently called business when you are not a resident of the state in which you are er...doing stuff, but it feels like work to me) I left with a good friend and colleague to a restaurant and on to his home concluding very pleasant evening with him and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to bed my friend lent me a spare phone he had (we all seem to have spares nowadays) and therefore enabling a good good nights sleep to be had. Perhaps I should change the pet name to "Teddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Thursday's travel and business went by without any events, except for those that were planned, I thought I had escaped the dreaded 3, but then the I rang up Carol (no, that wasn't the 3, tut - silly) and after exchanging all of the really exciting events of our respective days Carol happened to mention some problems at Zurich airport she had just heard on the radio but she hadn't quite caught the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly googled (thank goodness you can Google without teddy otherwise I would have a had a nervous breakdown), and discovered that all of northern Europe's airports were gradually closing down, and why, A VOLCANIC ERUPTION IN ICELAND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Charles de Gaulle was closing, the airport not the man (well actually he is already closed) so I quickly phoned the emergency number of our corporate travel service to organise something. Interestingly, but quite obviously, the emergency service was on hold. Well what do you expect, there was actually an emergency going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK supreme being I got it, but did you have to make it quite so bizarre. No 3 really must have arrived! Combining a double whammy as stopping me going home as planned and stopping me from being home for Joss's birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hear I am sitting on a train traveling across France on my way to Switzerland in, perhaps, one of the last seats available today and writing this bizarre little story thanks to Jose and his deft manipulation the SNCF web site last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One plus is that given this rather pleasant rail experience, despite the packed train and those incessant teddy ring tones, I might take the Green option more often (First class of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there go the three horseman of the apocalypse... Something funny with that somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;Er... don't forget your phone when there is Volcanic activity in Iceland?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe ..."When there is an emergency all you need are friends"...&lt;br /&gt;a bit soppy, but better I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s  18th April : Maybe 3 was the godawful cold I caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-1579958619558617803?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/LOhIxH52jEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/1579958619558617803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=1579958619558617803" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/1579958619558617803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/1579958619558617803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/LOhIxH52jEs/coming-in-threes-phones-tickets-and.html" title="Coming in threes: Phones, Tickets and Volcanoes" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-in-threes-phones-tickets-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcEQXwzfyp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-7195380052052597390</id><published>2010-03-08T00:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:20:00.287+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T00:20:00.287+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body flying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woodwork" /><title>Things I might never do</title><content type="html">I have no will power, there are so many things I have said I would do over the past couple of years that I haven't done.&lt;br /&gt;A small sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meditate regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice the Piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the blog more regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm always able to do certain things, anything that requires reading  and doing nothing else but passing judgment on the content seems to be easy to commit to (books on religion and Philosophy included). Anything related to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to music (managing the collection, looking for decent FLAC players for the Mac) and of course there is always time for playing with the latest gadget whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the particular qualities of an activity or motivator that motivates us to do that activity? For me there has to be some kind of achievable goal, doing something for its own sake clearly is not enough, but that certainly is not the whole story. Maybe the goal has to be SEEN to achievable, and that would explain why each of us has different motivators depending on our faith in ourselves to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance "practicing the piano", I know the result of that practice will allow me to participate more in the thing I love most (as opposed to the people I love most) MUSIC. But can I make myself sit down at that piano except to tinkle. There are no barriers, we have the piano, I know the techniques (I learned them as a youth ), so what stops me? Perhaps I have no faith in my capabilities to get further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I had not planned to take up Woodwork and I know from previous experience that I don't have the hand eye coordination to be good at it. But Carol just mentioned that she needed a Tomato frame for the garden so I said I would build her one and then I bought a book on Garden woodworking projects and I find myself building a cold frame and then a bird table and looking forward to the next project (when the weather improves). Why did I think I would be able to achieve anything in woodwork when my history in woodwork (you should have seen them) is certainly not as good as my history in Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it I need the appreciation of others? That would fit in with Woodwork but it does not explain the huge amount of time I spend re- and re-organising the music collection, now why do i I do such a "train spotter" thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I battle with my weight all the time at the moment I weigh 96kg and I have weighed between 85 and 100kg (once going up to nearly 110kg) and for a guy of 1.66m tall that is way too much. Now their are two parts to weight control Exercise &amp;amp; Food Intake (really that is all it is :-). Exercise I can do, and I do do, to the extent carol thinks I'm obsessive about it and given that physical exercise can be quite painful why do I do it?  On the other hand I cannot control my diet, I just love to eat despite the consequences. Same goal, two approaches one works the other doesn't, explain that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Kayleigh and her husband Mario gave me a "body flying" session (flying above a fan blowing winds at up to 200km/hr), but unfortunately I need to be below 95kg to participate (Kayleigh swears this was not on purpose). Anyway I thought getting rid of a few kilo's shouldn't give me to much trouble, boy was I wrong still 95kg and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm no closer to understanding what motivates me to do something, let alone anybody else. And what of my samples ... SNAFU ....bowlderised of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-7195380052052597390?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/dmfmhzrTLSw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/7195380052052597390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=7195380052052597390" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/7195380052052597390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/7195380052052597390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/dmfmhzrTLSw/things-i-might-never-do.html" title="Things I might never do" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-might-never-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BSH0yfSp7ImA9WxBXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-6422011778444838671</id><published>2010-01-29T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:19:19.395+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-29T02:19:19.395+01:00</app:edited><title>The Playlist -The Beatles</title><content type="html">Catching up on Six Months of Music for me is like a lifetime. So I think I'll try and work backwards and see when I run out of steam. Starting with Beatles (did I say backwards):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles are such an integral part  of the emotional side of my musical education it is very difficult to treat their recorded work subjectively  so I am not going to try.  To me from the first strains of "I Saw her standing there" to Paul's comic exit on "Her Majesty" spanning only 7 years from 1963 to 1969 there is no other body of work of such listenable genius in the history of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they were collectively gone.....&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the end there was only John and for for, oh, such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;8th December 1980 was the day my music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And while Lennon read a book of Marx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The quartet practiced in the park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we sang dirges in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The day the music died."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Don McLean know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up listening to these guys on the radio  only sub-consciously acknowledging them but then just as their light was turned out at Abbey Road I started on my hormonally charged journey into the nether regions of music (just ask my friends) with the Beatles, Tchaikovsky, Holst and a host of denominational music forming a panoramic backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is special to me that the complete works of the Beatles are not a work of musical virtuosos but a group of 4 musical experimenters from Liverpool with a sense of humour and good human sensibilities that when put together made magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, Paul, George Ringo&lt;br /&gt;What other group of musicians are universally known by their 1st names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So what is all this about it?&lt;br /&gt;The guys at Apple (no its not the new i-Beatle, its the "other" apple) have finally re-mastered the whole catalogue This has clearly been a work of love bringing the original mixes to pristine almost current day audio quality over 40 years on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles - Boxed Sets&lt;br /&gt;I am now the proud owner of both the Stereo &amp;amp; Mono Beatles 2009 box sets (thank you my love).  I think everybody in the house (except me) are sick of the Beatles now, C'est la vie. These are gorgeous re-masters beautifully packaged. The packaging will of course disappear into a corner gathering dust once the booklets, inserts and mini LP covers have been looked at a couple of times but these best versions of some of best rock songs of all time will last forever, actually drop the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early albums have had all the original excitement put back&lt;br /&gt;The later albums have all the original intricacies pulled out and put right in your face&lt;br /&gt;On all albums you hear things you have never heard before unless you've never heard them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mono re-master of Sgt. pepper is  truly magical. Magical mystery tour in both Mono and Stereo are (different) revelations and are becoming favourites. The White Album is still timeless, but now feels eternal. With the new Help, Revolver &amp;amp; Rubber Soul (my favourite as a pre-teen when I thought Norwegian wood was about A Norwegian Wood not Norwegian Wood) mixes it is hard to believe that they were recorded mid-sixties albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Geeky Bit - Go no further ye of weak stamina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why both Stereo &amp;amp; Mono?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the Sixties Stereo was still a novelty only of interest to HiFi buffs and mostly for Classical music. As such, the band only paid attention to the Mono mix and left it to, occasionally, George Martin their producer or, more often than not, to some of the junior engineers to rush out a stereo mix (enjoy the now pristine quality screw up on the vocal panning in Eleanor Rigby for instance). Also pop producers hadn't really figured out that you should attempt to balance the sound across the stereo field rather than for instance, sticking vocals on one side (usually right) and all the instruments on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please Please Me was recorded on a 2 tracks tape recorder which gave them no flexibility on a Stereo mix. They moved to 4 on Hard Day's Night  and eventually to a massive 8 on the White Album and thereafter. There are some notes multi-track below for insomniacs and other assorted persons with too much time on their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, in order to compensate for the lack of available recorded tracks they used some studio tricks like multi-tracking and echo (to take out the dryness in the studio). Unfortunately once you had done all of this added to the small number of resulting tracks there still wasn't much flexibility to do a good Stereo mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To sum it up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up to and including "Magical Mystery Tour", the authentic, band supervised mixes were in Mono. With  "Abbey Road" and "Let it Be"  only on Stereo. One day I'll try and pick track by track favorites "authentic" or otherwise (I bet you can't wait). But until then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONO: Please Please Me,  With The Beatles,  For Sale, Mono Masters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOTH: Rubber Soul,  Revolver,  Sgt. Pepper,  Magical Mystery Tour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STEREO: A Hard Days Night,  Help,  The White Album,  Let it Be (no choice),  Abbey Road (no choice), Past Masters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEITHER:Yellow Submarine - The only Beatles dud ... But then there is "All you need is love" I guess and "A Northern Song" oh, and "Its all too much". OK make it Stereo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Historical Note on Tape Recorders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (can't believe I am doing this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight track had been available on 1" tapes since the 1940's when, I believe, Bing Crosby helped Ampex develop it based on an idea from Les Paul (the guitarist who, by the way, designed the Les Paul guitar that is still heavily used  in all areas of Music today). Apparently 8 track was not considered appropriate for Pop music oh dear me no. Post Beatles (but not due to them) the number of usable tracks  just escalated up to 24 tracks per tape and with synchronised recorders up to 96 tracks. Toto used this set-up, but it didn't help the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came Digital....Infinite tracks anybody?&lt;br /&gt;And completely different ways of using tracks, but that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT BE!&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be" used mainly a "live stereo" recording that records actual positioning of voice and instruments with 2 tracks. This used to be used to record accurate live performances (as long as nobody coughed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEANT LET THIS  TAPE STUFF BE&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;"Now it's time to say good night&lt;br /&gt;Good night Sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;Now the sun turns out his light&lt;br /&gt;Good night Sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;Dream sweet dreams for me&lt;br /&gt;Dream sweet dreams for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Ringo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-6422011778444838671?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/PEP-jC1W818" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/6422011778444838671/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=6422011778444838671" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/6422011778444838671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/6422011778444838671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/PEP-jC1W818/playlist-beatles.html" title="The Playlist -The Beatles" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/01/playlist-beatles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ARnY7fSp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064386547387649395.post-2766206193554527436</id><published>2010-01-24T23:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:17:27.805+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T00:17:27.805+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Magic Mouse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fusion" /><title>When Paris might be Timbuktu</title><content type="html">Just spent the last week in Paris at meetings with my favourite customers. There is nothing more frustrating than spending time in such a great city and only seeing the inside of hotels and office buildings (even nice hotels and nice office buildings) I'd go crazy if it wasn't for my Parisian com padres. Tiring week, spent most of the weekend dozing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning the Mac way, and starting to see some of the attractions. Got the "missing manual" and can't imagine how people get on without such a book. Like spotlight very much which is search on steroids (including complex file meta data searches), only wish it would index Samba shares. Still a massive fan of VMWare Fusion, just added Windows 7 virtual machine and it just runs. Windows 7 looks gorgeous. The magic mouse batteries ran out today after only 3 weeks of use, looking at a number of forums this looks quite normal. Not very green and not very magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try and keep the work hours down this week, and if I can I'll try and put some more interesting stuff in the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064386547387649395-2766206193554527436?l=ian-tumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IansTumour/~4/fgF_Gvj0-uE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/feeds/2766206193554527436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064386547387649395&amp;postID=2766206193554527436" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/2766206193554527436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064386547387649395/posts/default/2766206193554527436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IansTumour/~3/fgF_Gvj0-uE/when-paris-mitght-be-timbuktu.html" title="When Paris might be Timbuktu" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11906202906748905970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ian-tumour.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-paris-mitght-be-timbuktu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

