MY BETTER HALF...

This woman is cleverer, funnier and stronger than I am. So she can certainly kick YOUR ass...

LEAST ACTION HERO...

So many deadlines and dinosaur incursions, so little time...

JOURNEYMAN...

Lay back and think of the air-miles I'm earning...

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Archive for August 2009

I was up reasonably early today. Jilly had to be at work as dawn broke (7:00am) and I ended up being up and at 'em by just before 7:30. I looked outside to see the mist rising and the sun just trying to poke through.


Grabbing my camera I headed down across the tracks to see if I could grab any decent shots before brekafast. The mist was already rising, but I managed to get a few nice shots done and succeeded in worrying a rabbit (all this before lunch!). Ironically, if I'd been up earlier I think I could have got some even better ones but maybe that's a choice for another day. Here's a couple of the more moody ones for the time being... one of the railroad crossing which is just near the house and also of a shot of some sunflowers  just beyond the fence surrounding one of the big ponds...

P erhaps underestimating the jet-lag I decided to take a nap at around 4:00pm on Sunday and ended up staying in bed until around 6:30am the following morning. Normally you can't get me out of bed before 9:00am as I stay up until late, but things have largely been reversed since I got here...

Jilly had to work on Sunday, but has had Monday and Tuesday off. Monday was largely a do-errands day, so nothing spectacular to report. At least... until the night-time. We were woken at about 2:00am Tues by both a storm revving up outside and also some pitiful barking. I can downstairs and opened the front door to find both Winston and Katie looking a bit damp and pathetic. They'd both somehow got out through the back-door but hadn't worked out they could get back in the same way at that point. By this time the lightning had started, so I got up for an hour and took some photos. I got some nice ones, but hoping for a drier version sometime during my stay as the rain started to come down quite fast.

Today (Tuesday as it still is here) we met up with Jilly's sister Mary and her freind Tasha and her husband and went into Canton (no sign of 'Jayne' - its hero) to look at antique stores. I kept my eyes open for any Royal Doulton but merely came away with a copy of Swamp Thing #1 - as written by Len Wein, but no complaints there. I now have my camera surgically attached and managed to get a photo of Tasha's daughter looking both innocent and guilty. It's originally in colour, but I think b/w works better.

Also took my obligatory first trip down near the river and got a nice image of a sunflower (I've selectively black/white'd the shot, but the actual colours are real) and the sunset.

Having a nice relaxing time so far, marred only by quite a lot of flies and bugs and the news that back in Blightly, the taxman is being a pain, but managing to avoid them, explain or swat as need be...

I thought I might have jinxed myself, when sitting on the plane to Sioux Falls, the pilot announced there'd be a slight delay while one of the technicians examined a small possible fault. It had been going SO well....

Glancing out the window I saw all our bags being off-loaded - which I presumed would mean the worst. However about ten minutes later the pilot announced all was good and I saw the bags being reloaded. It's worthwhile mentioning that I saw my bags not so much being un/loaded as gamefully hurled/lobbed from conveyor belt to truck/plane as if it was an Olympic sport in danger of going out of fashion. So let that be a lesson to pack well and with buffers for the more fragile things. (Thankfully, everything seems intact).

Jilly, Tad and Anne were awaiting me at Sioux Falls when I arrived (only that ten minutes or so late) and after running a few errands at the mall (including me getting two rather nice t-shirts in Old Navy for a mere $3 each!) I finally got back into Iowa at around 9:00ish or so - just as the sun was setting. As I'd taken off just as it was rising UK-time, this meant I'd had the perfect thirty hour day I'd always needed.

Up early this morning as the usual body-clock problems kicked in, but that should sort itself out soon enough. Jill had to be up for work at 5:00am, so no sympathy from her. The weather is nice and toasty and just taking it easy today apart from stocking up on supplies!

So, I'm currently in Minneapolis airport and everything seems to be going swimmingly - if that's not the wrong description for air-travel.


I got some sleep last night - heading to bed early and managing to get about 4 on-off hours - which helped with subsequent travelling. The parentals, planning to head off early for a day at the coast, agreed to drop me off at about 4:45am at LBA (thanks to them both!). Baggage checked with no problems there and the Amsterdam flight went off on time. Lovely sunrise just before we took off - ALMOST worth getting up for!

BIG queue when I got to Amsterdam and heightened security at the gate, but though my eventual seat wasn't great, it was perfectly comfortable and I managed another hour or so of on-off sleep while reading my preview copy of Michael Connelly's new novel 9 Dragons and watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off (just 'cos).

Now just have to wait to board for Sioux Falls and that's only an hour trip, so fingers crossed. Weather outside looks hot and sunny and I understand Iowa is similar.

So... onwards, upwards and a bit more west.


So... after counting down the weeks then days the hours, I'm about 55 mins away from the first leg of my trip. Flying from LBA to Amsterdam and then onto Minn and Siox Falls. If the flights line-up as they're supposed to (IF) I should be there by 4:20 local time.


As always I'll try to keep the blog updated while I'm away and anyone needing to keep tabs or contact should be able to do so via Blackberry, text (probably better given time difference and charges) or on Facebook.

More soon...

F or the last few weeks I've been developing a personal side-project which I'm finally launching into the public domain this weekend. What started as simply a fun way to keep my design skills sharpened - inbetween writing many, many, mannnnnny articles - needed to take on a life of its own if it was to warrant the time I was actually starting to spend on it. Therefore, with the barest imitation of a drum-roll, I now introduce you to THERE GOES THE DAY: THE STORE...



Yes. I know. Contain yourselves. But details, nevertheless... As part of the CafePress platform, I've created a raft of products/designs for the discerning fan of fun, irony and, in the case of the first wave of releases, cute animal characters in worrying situations (don't phone the papers). In addition to the main t-shirts, there's also other clothing, mugs, mouse-pads and even heaven help us, postcards, bottles and underwear. Over the next few weeks and months I'll be adding more designs and general themes, but so far there's been some very positive feedback from those who've seen them. The prices are reasonably low for the quality CafePress are known for and if there's any combination of item/design you can't see or would like to, feel free to contact and I should be able to sort it for you.

The site, which I'm about to add to the links at the top of this blog page can also be found here. This is unlikely to make me any kind of millionaire, but there's some good stuff available and I would appreciate people spreading the word to anyone they think might be interested.

After this blatant piece of self-advertising, I now return you to your scheduled blogging.... there'll be another opinionated rant insightful editorial or observational listing along shortly. Mind how you go...



I try to balance fluffy, silly and purely 'what I did today' posts with observations that I feel strongly about. Buckle up, this is one of the latter variety and it's a doozy.

“The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my baby with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Obama’s “death panel” so his bureaucrats can decide, based on a subjective judgment of their “level of productivity in society,” whether they are worthy of health care. Such a system is downright evil.”
- Sarah Palin.

I can’t tell you how much that statement makes my blood boil. Really… on so many f*cking levels it’s one of the most offensive paragraphs I’ve seen this year and I think I need to at least try and explain why.

I’m Left of Centre… most people who know me know that. However those who know me WELL know I like a good debate and I actually enjoy having a rational discussion about important issues with all sides represented and having the ability to respect each other in the morning. I don’t always go into debates to try and change another’s opinion, so much as provide a check on my own opinion to see if it holds up under pressure. Sometimes I’ve had my mind changed, sometimes reinforced. The only times I’ve changed my opinion it’s been through someone else’s rational argument. It has never been - and NEVER will be - by someone standing on a street corner and brow-beating me into submission by using phrases, words or ill-informed arguments that are SPECIFICALLY designed to mislead, obfuscate and terrorise you into agreement. Such tactics may work on some cable news shows and British tabloids, but they aren’t worthy of a civilised society. That’s the fire and brimstone and snakeoilsmanship that never worked for me when yelled from a pulpit, never mind in civilised conversation.

Palin’s press release outburst is a dictionary-definition of that. She’s commenting on a controversial issue and to SCARE people into agreeing with her stance she describes a scenario heavily-laden with Nazi/WWII imagery that not only COULD NOT happen under the bill she’s protesting about, but is not even suggested in such bill. She’s not, for one second, debating the bill’s merits, specifics or problems, she’s gone straight for symbolic sound-bite imagery that couldn’t be more darkly and deliberately emotive if she’d shaved her head and visited Auschwitz with a tear in her eye to deliver it. ‘How DARE government step in and have the right to decide your life and death???’ is the rallying cry from a politician who came to personify the Far Right when not applying lipsticks to farm-yard animal metaphors. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the demographic who are adamantly Pro-Life and would gladly pass a bill making abortion illegal - which I presume would have to mean that the government has a lean-to on your womb and ovaries, no matter what your wishes. Sounds vaguely invasive of personal freedom to me. If I called ‘Pro-Lifers’ ‘Nazi foetus snatchers’ (and I wouldn't as I honestly believe it's an issue always worthy of debate), they’d rightly be up in the arms that they want the right to bear. I can’t help noticing the same courtesy isn’t being extended.

Also, the rallying cry is that people should not lambast her because she’s already been maimed by the obtuse way Sarah Palin’s family were spotlighted in the election run. Here there’s a tiny bit of credence - while most lambasted her obvious political inadequacies, a FEW people DID take a few unfair pot-shots at her family relationships. I admit to being somewhat surprised at the time that a parent of any newborn child (never mind one who would need greater care) would decide to run for an absurdly high-pressure job that would take them away from home for long periods so soon after delivery, but far from being sexist I would have made the same non-malicious, simply pragmatic observation if it had been her husband in the running too. But otherwise, I evaluated her run purely on her performance/ideas/plans and in that I don’t think she was generally treated any worse/better than other candidates. If FOX News said Hilary Clinton shouldn’t be treated any differently because of her sex, I see no reason why Sarah Palin should have been kid-gloved in the same area.

But in invoking her family and Down Syndrome child for this latest rant, I’m afraid Palin invalidates the ‘out of bounds’ nature. You can’t willingly use them as a political tool and then scream when others do the same against you. If they are out-of-bounds, then that must work and be respected in both directions. Just as you can’t celebrate your daughter’s DECISION to keep her child at the same time as campaigning for lack of choice in the matter for others. Whatever your political argument or stance, which I respect your right to have, the EXECUTION of it in that case was absurdly hypocritical.

Despite all of this, there’s huge merit in people saying ‘Hold on, this health reform is an important step and therefore I need to be convinced and have my concerns addressed’. No-one in their right mind should put their signature or support  to a bill that isn’t scrutinised, debated and shaped accordingly. However there’s huge default weight put behind such a bill when the opposition to it is largely made up of the vague insinuations and lack of specifics that seemed to pepper any interview that Palin gave throughout her run. If people are genuinely concerned about their future and any significant changes, then ASK. Don’t take the pet-pundits word on either CNN or FOX, who set out to convince you of the stance they feel you should take. Take some PERSONAL responsibility and look for a break-down of what things will mean, rather than what someone says they might mean in a certain light. In a modern society, if we’re rational human beings, we can demand such assurances without hurling abuse or storming town-meetings… ENGAGE in the debate, don't listen to the most comforting sounds: Listen to all the answers. If the answers aren’t sufficient, ask more questions. Ask for diagrams if necessary. Get ’your’ guy to put your side of the debate in an equally sensible manner.

As my brother Steven so recently pointed out to me, don’t take a popular, widely distributed misconception as default proof you’re absolutely right. When something seems outlandish, then check if it’s actually true. It may be. It may not. Example: In its own rush to demonise health care reform, US paper Investor's Business Daily  has said that Professor Stephen Hawking would have died under an set-up/arrangement similar to Britain’s National Health Service. Really? When actually ASKED, Stephen Hawking, one of the world’s most eminent minds and a qualified genius (who has lived in the UK for most of his life and is still VERY MUCH ALIVE), said he was furious with the comment because - quite the opposite - he feels he owes his LIFE to the NHS.

Anyone who believes that Obama has some genuinely nefarious moustache-twirling, Nazi attempt to sneak in legislation to spy on your life and create a dictatorship, reads too many comics or conspiracy novels (or lsitens to Rush Limbaugh make a similar comparison). On the other hand, if you believe he’s simply wrong and it needs better clarification or a different idea - get your own ducks in a row and DISCUSS it.

Fight your corner… convince me you‘re right with good, solid arguments based on facts, examples, official documents and experts. Good health care for ALL can’t possibly be evil and can ONLY be good as LONG as it is implemented well. I’m British. OUR system is far from perfect, but I know you shouldn’t have to cripple yourself to afford necessary surgery. Last year I had a brain haemorrhage and I can only speak in glowing terms of a medical team and the team at Leeds General Infrimary who didn’t ask to see my tax return before they treated me. (Actually, I tell a lie, the food was pretty bad…. But because of their skill, I’m happy to be able to live with that).

But anyone basing any of their arguments for preventing good health for all, merely on the ill-informed, ill-advised ramblings of a politician so inept that I never heard her speak of a single genuine specific, who barely mastered a sound-bite and for whom a mere transcription of one of her interviews gave SNL it’s biggest season-wide laugh really, really needs to find a better advocate, authority and a firmer foundation…

Don’t let someone who tells you what to think, tell you the spin stops with them. Today, you have to make it stop YOURSELF.

L ast night was a time for a bit of navel / star gazing. I joined Simon Hopkinson and Paul Beck for several drinks at the Black Bull, probably our first 'local' when we barely old enough to drink (and, even then, not quite legally).


It used to be a real dive, but was a wonderful mix of all types - bikers, elderly gentlemen, businessmen and students all in dark, smokey rooms with more alcohol on the carpet than in the glasses. Yes, I know, I over-sell it.  It shut down at one point and opened as (what it thought was) a more prestigious venue... cleaner, posher, with installed bouncers on the door and immediately lost any and all character, charm and our patronage. Glad to say that the modern version may be cleaner and prettier but seems much more inviting than its middle incarnation.

Paul had had three pints already when we got there and he managed to work his way through more. It was great to catch up and we worked out who of the old gang were around and what they'd been up to. Though he looks the same, Paul's now married with two kids which just made Simon and I feel even older. We then argued about life, love, politics and the existence of God. Simon used to be quite religious but has now gone over to the dark side. However Paul's job involves getting paid for sampling beer therefore proving the existence of a higher power.

We eventually ran Paul home and poured him into his driveway with promsies we'd do it all again soon. Then the main thrust of the evening began. The Perseids meteor shower was due to start giving a good celestial show and so Simon and I drove out into the Yorkshire Dales and up to Ribblehead viaduct (where there was no light pollution). There were several shooting stars seen over the next few hours and if it wasn't quite the lightshow promsied it was still quite powerful to be standing under a wide, dark and fairly clear sky. I didn't get many great shots (though check out Simon's blog for some really impressive exposures, so to speak) as I wasn't able to keep the camera shutter manually open for long enough, but I manged some effective shots of the landscape thanks to Simon's car headlights. The top shot is at around 3:00am, though in reality it was much, much darker than the shot suggests.

Around 4:00am we headed back and I managed to grab some shots of Chelker Reservoir as dawn broke. Always interesting to see the start of the day from the wrong side.
It definitely makes me want to head out and about and get some good, atmospheric photographs. The likes of Whitby, York and other old places spring to mind in the UK and I fully intend to make the most of my time in Iowa (now only ten days and counting!).
Right now, I'm ploughing through articles for Impact, readying to launch a little project I'll be telling you about shortly and next week I look set to head to London to talk to Kathryn Bigelow (director of The Hurt Locker)... and then finishing packing.

But now, I'm just going to check outside. I hear the lightshow continues... and as we three Yorkshiremen noted last night, what's life without a few fireworks?

J ust as the British summer seems to be swinging between gloriously sunny weather and torrential downpours on an almost equal basis, I'm finding that I'm caught in the 'Hurry up and wait...' event horizon where it's all feast or famine. Some days I'm rattling through several articles with a real sense of accomplishment and on other days - where there isn't such an imminent deadline - I'm lolling around bemoaning I haven't things to do.

Neither is quite accurate, of course. In some ways the enhanced workload is self-inflicted and to ensure I have less to do while I'm in Iowa (two months' worth of Impact work this month and little the next, if all goes well) and on days when I'm not surgically attached to the laptop, there's a ton of stuff I should be doing but haven't mustered up the energy to approach. Such is the way.

I've actually found I can even things out a bit and keep a sense of momentum up if I have some sort of regime:

1) Try not to go thirty-six hours without a shave and a shower - even if I'm not leaving the house. Sounds obvious. Sometimes there's no need to be tidy and spotless if I'm simply going to be at home, but there's few substitutes for the energising 'just got clean' feeling. Makes me feel I'm ready to do something...

2) Keep the desk tidy-ish. Okay. This isn't necessarily tidy by others' standards, but rule of thumb: I need to be able to see the colour of the wood and to be able to move things and find things without an avalanche of paperwork. Since I started boxing things up and designating certain shelves for certain things with a bit more of a draconian eye, I usually feel I'm ready to handle whatever lands in my lap.  The bigger, wider room is a more lengthy, intimidating work in progress, but I'm working on it.

3) Snacks are good. Jaffa cakes are particularly good, dammit. However keeping some back as a reward for finishing a piece of work is very effective and also helpful to the diet plan. You HAVE to write about Transformers 2... you do it first and earn the Jaffas.

4) Watch television/listen to music. If I'm not listening to music or transcribinga disc, I have the news on in the background.  At worst it's something to focus past, but at best: I'm a bit of a news-hound so my radar picks up any important news-flashes that come along. Every couple of hours, I take a break anyway and catch up on the newest headlines. Even if it's still just about Michael Jackson.

5) Have something to look forward to. If there's a particualrly tight or annoying deadline, focus past it with the 'Once I get this done, I'm one step closer to...' etc. Sometimes it works better than others, but with three weeks to go before Iowa, I'm trying to make little milestones along the way to break it down. If you can accomplish something every day it speeds things along...

6) Never spend more than two straight hours on any article. By that time, you're losing spontaneity. Stop, save and come back it. It will be better for it.

7) Keep a blog. It keeps you writing about things you want to write about.

8) I did mention the Jaff cakes, didn't I?