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  • Reverse alphabetical. - graybo
  • You'll be pleased to know that that's what I've gone with. Tallest in the middle. - Pete
  • Height order. Would look very, um, orderly. - Lisa
  • Actually, this is potentially the easiest way to sort them. After all, the number is right... - Pete
  • Sort them by alcoholic content. This might require testing them all and seeing which ge... - Vaughan
April 5, 2013

A cucumber is not a toy

Something I’ve noticed lately is a lot of people equating fingerless gloves with hipsters. This annoys me because they’re actually very practical, especially for those who wish to play bass or type on a computer keyboard in chilly conditions.

Here at Uborka Towers we’ve been wearing fingerless gloves for years. Since long before it was cool.

Pete
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  • The thing about Martinis is that it doesn't take much before you can't walk, let alone dri... - Pete
  • Can you come over here and serve drinks? My domestic minion (she'd kill me if ever she rea... - graybo
  • Even Bernard has adopted the fingerless gloves approach. With apologies for the drunkennes... - Karen

Politicocktails

Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen and proles, today’s cocktail hour is brought to you by me, serving as a minion to His Royal Benevolence, Graybo; who, in our darkest hour, has offered with great self-serving, I mean self-sacrifice, to dictate unto us howsoart we ought to live our lives. He begins by urging us all to grow plants and invest in an idea, and save our money overseas, so I think we can see what sort of caribbean island he thinks we should be living on. I for one would be happy if he could just fix the weather. His drink today is a large vodka with lime and soda, a beach drink if ever there was one; but he can’t try it until someone else has safety-tasted it. Any volunteers?

You may have noticed that we got surprisingly political this week, a turn Uborka has never before taken. Winter’s comin’, for sure. The main agitators exhausted themselves yesterday and may have spent most of today lying down, as they haven’t been in for a drink. Meanwhile I’ve written my manifesto as Chairwoman of the Department for the Family, and it will be published next week. My department will include the Office for Sex and Relationships, and I’m putting Lori in charge of that as she seems the best qualified person for the job. Her drink today is an Espresso Martini, which I think she may have made up when she ordered it at ten o’clock this morning.

If you don’t already have a Piña Colada earworm, let me set that off for you now, as you imagine Pete’s dulcet northern tones murmuring it in your ear as you dance around the kitchen ((laters, baby)). He is the Minister for Music, ably assisted by Gert as she swishes up and down her travelator complaining about the noise and sipping her Creme Brulee Martini. Seriously, are there all these sorts of Martini? I thought there was Martini with olives, and Martini without olives because you haven’t been to the shop.

The lean and hungry Mike will be Minister for Communication, because he gets in the newspapers sometimes. Also Minister for Shirts. His drink is a Megalomaniac Manhattan. That’s Original Mike; Another Mike will be Minister for Critical Thinking, which is why he’s having a sensible down to earth not-made-up drink like gin and bitter lemon. The MCT will work closely with Clair, head of the Green Department, keeping on top of the woo. It’s a fine line between descaling your kettle with vinegar, and dowsing for measles using a plastic Harry Potter wand, and I trust that between them, they can manage this. But Clair, keep an eye on your cider, don’t trust him.

Our Minister for Technology and Stuff will be Pixeldiva. She is old but feisty, and could pull the plug out at any time, so we need to be nice to her and keep the port and lemonade coming. And technically speaking, she isn’t old at all.

And that, I believe covers all the important areas of government except the Treasury, to which we shall appoint Asta, because who ever heard of there being a financial crisis in Canada? Plus she’s used to living in Narnia, hence her request for a Snowball.

I believe the politickering will continue for a few more days and then apathy will set back in. I have a few posts about chocolate lined up, so don’t stop watching. Happy weekend!

Karen
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  • I will practice the accent forthwith. - Lisa
  • Okay. You can be Prime Minister of Scotland. - Karen
  • I thought that when I lived down there. How quickly you forget. - Lisa
  • There are no regions. - Karen
  • I don't *want* the regions I just want you south-east-centric types to remember there are ... - Lisa

The Bar

Today we’re offering cocktails to anyone who is willing to add something to the manifesto of the Blogging Uborka Revolutionary Party (BURP). My pledge is that virtual cocktails will be served most Fridays. This is in line with the principal of evidence-based policy making, based on the evidence of last Friday when we barely had to whisper the word “cocktails” before we were inundated with Uborkanostalgists. Oh, and mine’s a Bloody Mary.

Please place your orders here.

Karen
  • Comments: 14
  • In honour of the terrible weather, I'll have s Snowball please. - asta
  • I could really do with something refreshing to get me in the weekend spirit. Gin and bitte... - another mike
  • We do have an art room, but it's abstract modern art. To the untrained eye it would probab... - Pete
  • I'm passionate about Local Politics, so I'll propose again what I proposed to my local cou... - Gert
  • I'll go for a locally grown cider. Low environmental impact don't cha know. - Clair
April 4, 2013

Ill-considered policy making

(I nearly posted a 2300 word behemoth of ranting here. Instead I put it in its rightful place, over here. I hope that you will read it anyway. In the meantime, here are my thoughts on how we came to be in the place we are. Some of these thoughts have tongue firmly in cheek, but not all of them.)

We live in a democracy. You spotted that, I hope. The fact that so few take part in our democracy is rather a shame and perhaps things might be more acceptable if people rolled their sleeves up a bit more, even if only to turn up at their village hall/local library once every five years to partake of the taxing task of putting a single X on a small piece of paper, preferably with some thought and consideration. But don’t get me started on that.

To quote Churchill, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except for all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.” He said that shortly after being voted out of office after leading the country to victory in the Second World War. It wasn’t entirely sour grapes – he was making a more nuanced point (as you might expect from him).

I think what he may have been alluding to (and this is my point, which I’ll big up by associating it with Churchill) is this: all the while we live in a democracy with elections every five years, painful decisions will not be taken for fear of losing power. Equally, long-term decisions will not be taken as the horizon extends only as far as the next election.

For example, if I form a political party that will aim to balance the books by cutting spending on the three biggest costs to the state (NHS, welfare, defence) and at the same time increase taxes (Corporation Tax, VAT, Income Tax and NI), I reckon I would garner about three votes at the next election. I have no realistic hope of gaining power in order to be able to implement my policies.

Consequently, politicians will only devise policies which are populist and serve objectives that are within the timeframe of the next election, at most the election after that. They won’t take painful decisions for the same reason.

Of course, the system is designed so that the Commons reflects the will of the people. This is a fine ideal if you assume that the people desire policies and decisions that are painful or long term (and that they use thought and consideration before placing their X – oh, oh dear.). Sadly, most people are not, in my experience, willing or prepared to even contemplate such things, let alone vote for them.

Therefore, I bring forward what I believe should be the first guiding policy of the Blogging Uborka Revolutionary Party (BURP). Namely, upon being elected, to dissolve the existing democratic parliamentary structures (and, with it, the monarchy) and replace them with a benevolent dictatorship. That would get round the short termism and populism.

Naturally, we’d have to keep that policy under our hats until elected – it’s too long termist and painful for anyone to actually vote for it.

Of course, a benevolent dictator will know when to pass the baton to his/her successor. I am prepared to take on this difficult role first. And I can promise that power will not corrupt. Absolute power will not corrupt absolutely. Honest.

H G Wells was an advocate for a single global governance. He felt that competition between nations was wasteful, warfare particularly so, and that global problems require global answers that are best achieved by people of all nations working together. (Of course, we now how effective the League of Nations and, later, the United Nations have proven to be, but bear with me on this). For example, if you have one global nation, you no longer need to spend vast sums on armaments and armed forces.

In our 24/7 world that is constantly, instantly and effectively linked for information via the interwebnet, this global governance idea starts to look more sensible again, particularly when global resources are being stretched thinly and need to be used at maximum efficiency if we’re not going to starve/die of thirst/burn the planet to a cinder/run out of iPads.

So, I propose that I should not only be benevolent dictator of the United Kingdom, but of the world. This would solve a few awkward current problems, such as North Korea, Afghanistan, Syria and Bognor Regis.

Naturally, I’ll need an effective set of bodyguards. I hear that Muammar Gaddafi’s lot are looking for work.

Mwahahaha. I am not mad, etc.

 

graybo
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  • Hmmm looks like 34sp haven't updated the settings on the server. I'll pester. - Pete
  • So it is! I'm an hour late for my important dictating duties! - graybo
  • Pete, I think our clock is wrong. - Karen
  • Sorry, the Benevolent Dictator was having a lie in. This is hard work, you know. - graybo
  • We should have a coup. See what I did there? - Karen

Uborka gets political

I wake up in the morning to Radio 4, mainly because Thought For The Day is always good motivation to get out of bed and switch it off. This morning I am awakened by the smug mealy-mouthed whine of some git blaming the welfare state for the deaths of six children. I have gone about the rest of my day in a depressed cloud. There are horrible parallels here, the state casting one social group (the poor) as subhuman, evil, to blame for all that is wrong with society. Next they will be forced to live in ghettos and work for nothing. Oh…

I find myself in unusual agreement with the Church of England, which on Sunday accused the government of  “promoting six myths about the poor: that they are lazy; that they are addicted to drink or drugs; that they are not really poor; that they cheat the system; that they have an easy life; and that they caused the deficit.”

How can I stand by and let this happen? How can you? What are we going to do about it?

Karen
April 3, 2013

Family Easter

I met Pete shortly before Easter in 2003. We fell head over heels in love, as you know, and wanted to spend every minute of every day with each other, despite living 2 hours’ drive apart. We immediately implemented plans to spend every weekend together, with the notable exception of Easter that year. I was a little surprised; in my family Easter isn’t really celebrated unless we happen to be together in which case we might give each other last-minute-bought cheap chocolate. My Great Aunt doesn’t even send religious cards to us anymore. The following weekend, Pete referred to some stupidly expensive present he had been given for Easter. Presents for Easter, I thought. How odd.

Easter 2005

Easter 2005

Fast forward: Easter 2004. I am invited to join the clan at a swanky hotel in Ipswich, overlooking the marina. I make sure to buy my cheap chocolate in plenty of time. All seems like a fairly normal weekend away, until after breakfast on Easter Sunday, when I am sent up to the in-laws’ room where “nests” have been laid out for each of us. These are filled with chocolate eggs, small yellow chicks, and gifts. Quite serious gifts, but check out Easter 2005, by which time I was really part of the family.

I’ve always been slightly nonplussed by how seriously Pete’s Polish-extracted family take Easter.

As Pete and his sister became more independent, and the size of the family increased, it felt necessary for all of us to contribute more. Up to this point, Pete’s mother had insisted that Easter was her thing, and she didn’t want us to give her presents or chocolate, but she did not get her way, and the nests got bigger and bigger. The sheer quantity of chocolate was such that we would still be eating it in August. And on the arrival of Bernard, we had all his to eat as well. It was just too much.

Easter 2008

Easter 2008

Last year, worried that it was getting a bit expensive for everyone, I suggested a sort of Secret Santa arrangement, which was hastily renamed the Eggsellent Easter Exchange, a name that I notice was not used at all this year. Pete wrote a little programme that randomly allocates each of us one person to buy for, and emailed them the news. One of us also gets to ‘help’ Bernard buy someone a present. We set a spending limit, and everyone gets very excited about all the secrecy. I think we’ve found that we put more thought into what we’re buying for our one person. The nests seem to be piled higher than ever with chocolate, and more of it is Belgian, but the presents feel that much more special. Pete and I still end up eating the majority of Bernard’s chocolate.

Our family Easter also includes an Easter egg hunt around the house (yay, more chocolate!), a roast dinner, and a failed intention of going for a walk. There’s no spiritual or religious element whatsoever, but it’s a really important family festival and we’d sooner miss out Christmas. The bonus there, of course, is that we have to share our Christmases with the other branches of the family, whereas none of my extended family is remotely interested in Easter. Result!

Easter 2013

Easter 2013

 

Karen
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  • Always indoors, as far as I'm aware. Though my grandfather used to hide them in a real (de... - Karen
  • I'm curious about your egg hunt- indoors or outside? Because of Canadian weather, ours w... - asta
  • I'm wondering if watching touring cars all day is also going to become a permanent traditi... - Pete

Drowning in kernels

I’m not a total computer eejit, so the fact that I have just been caught out for a second time by this little “issue” means that something clearly needs to be done.

The bit of a Linux distribution that is technically the “Linux” is the kernel. This is a fairly small chunk of code, about 50MB, that is the first thing to load up. Once this is started, all the other services then tie into it. You know how whenever you update almost anything in Windows, you need to restart your computer? Well, in Linux, you only need to do that if you have updated your kernel. If anything else updates, it is not necessary to restart the whole computer. This is very neat, but has one flaw.

When the kernel is updated, what it actually does is download the new kernel alongside the active one. When you restart, it then restarts with the new one. All the old kernels are retained. I know I said that they are 50MB each, but when you include some additional paraphenalia, it comes to about 250MB per update.

This morning, Bernard reported that the computer wouldn’t start. This is the HTPC that I assembled 18 months ago. I did some investigation and found that the system partition was full. A few minutes later, I’d freed up 3GB by deleting the obsolete kernels and everything was peachy again.

This issue wouldn’t normally be a problem for anyone who just uses one big partition for everything. Or who reinstalls every 6 months. Or who actively keeps an eye on their list of kernels. This is why the developers generally don’t care about fixing it – the response is always, without exception, “just remove them manually”. But I am sure there are thousands like me who don’t fit any of those 3 criteria. This isn’t actually an issue with the Linux kernel itself – it’s an issue with how the developers of the distribution have used the package manager to keep the kernel up-to-date, but in a naive way that doesn’t cater to the fact that the number can grow unchecked. I expect that Xubuntu inherits it from Ubuntu, and Ubuntu in turn inherited it from Debian. Perhaps it even goes back further than that.

The reason why this whole thing is a tad ironic is that one of the reasons I deride Windows is that you need to spend so much time maintaining it just to keep it running. I guess no-one’s perfect.

Pete