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Less ‘media’ trash

posted on Monday, December 31, 2007 by Kevin in [Ranty, TV and Films]
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We’re not big on the new year - it’s just another day, and at 6:00am tommorow both my children will be awake and asking for breakfast - so Ruth is already in bed, and I’m about to go, but not before i foolishly have watched 15 minutes of Graham Norton being basically mean to people (he’s called the rugby player thick, and was shocked when a celebraty got a political question right).

The premis of the ‘quiz’ appeares to be asking people about the ‘big’ events of the year.. I’m shocked by two things. one that people consider people getting photograped getting into a car to be a big event, and that i actually now some of this trash.

So a quick last minute resolution for next year. I am going to try and reduce the amount of media trash I let absorb into my life.

Ruth

Maternal guilt

posted on Monday, December 31, 2007 by Ruth in [Childhood, Christmas]
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Christmas is over, and so the maternal guilt has begun. Specifically, I am currently feeling guilty for throwing away toys. I mean, I stand by the decision - the house is finite, and the toys were taking over the world. I’ve ditched almost nothing that arrived this week (almost nothing), and the vast bulk is soft toys that Daisy’s never really played with, or else hasn’t played with for a very long time. If anything, I’ve probably not thrown away enough. But every single decision left me rocking in a corner, in case I was getting rid of the wrong thing.

Seriously, folks: my kids do not need any more soft toys. Possibly ever again. Also, I think we have all the toy tea-sets we’ll ever need, now. I reckon we had the right number of presents under the tree - sadly, we were three sacks away from having finished, at that point.

I sound so ungrateful, don’t I? It’s just that I’ve spent the last five days looking at the pile of Stuff in my living room, and wondering where I’m supposed to put it all. Fighting the urge to wonder why my friends and family hate me so much as to fill my life with all this Stuff, when they all know that I’ve spent the last five years trying to simplify my life - to live the Flylady way.

And of course, I know. It’s not about seeking to make me miserable, it’s about loving my children enough to buy nice things for them. I do get it, really. But then, that leads back to the guilt. Because we cannot possibly keep it all, but it’s me that has to throw things away, knowing that they were bought with love, for someone who isn’t me.

If I had just one wish, I think it would be for less volume. When I was a child, we never got more than one present from one person, and I was taken by surprise by the literal sackloads that some people sent. We only gave the kids one thing each - and with no particular reference to monetary value, either. One present is one present, especially at this age.

I did my bit - I bought a bigger toy cupboard. Now it’s time for someone else to help me out.

Kevin

christmas time…

posted on Tuesday, December 25, 2007 by Kevin in [Christmas, Daisy, Henry]
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It’s starting, Daisy got into our bed at around 5:30 this morning - we managed to hold her off until 6, at which point we had a very quick breakfast, and then rushed through all the presents.

big hit for Daisy we are proud to say are the presents we got her; a pop up tent farm thing, and a ‘crown’ and wand - the think she decided she was getting for Christmas on Sunday! (so i was rushing around town yesterday looking!) .

Henry loves the ‘evil nest’ learn and groove activity station which my mum got him. this does of course leave us with a bit of a problem, both of these toys are huge! we have no room in the front room at all. i can just about see the other side of the room, and we are taking turns sitting down!.

Kevin

Red elastic bands

posted on Monday, December 24, 2007 by Kevin in [Strange]
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it turns out that the post office started using red elastic bands so they could spot them and pick them up.

our best use for the red bands was strapping down a dodgy door on my sister’s portable DVD player

Ruth

NHS ?ber-database

posted on Monday, December 24, 2007 by Ruth in [Nerdy, Politics, Ranty]
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We’ve been ranting about this on and off for a while now, so I thought we’d share (yesterday it occurred to me that Kevin should do a sponsored rant for charity, so we could see how long he could go, and how many different subjects he could link together without stopping…).

Firstly, how unlucky is our friend E? I’ve not spoken to her about it, but since she’s seventeen, in full-time education, and just taken her driving theory test, I’m guessing that her details were on both the missing Child Benefit CDs and the Learner Drivers database.

It would appear that the realisation is gradually filtering through - huge centralised databases are more trouble than they’re worth. Of course, the chap on the radio this morning tried to tell me that dispersed data is more secure than centralised data, which is nonsense: if the data can be accessed legitimately, then you can bet your bottom dollar that it can also be accessed illegitimately. The only way to avoid the latter is to avoid the former, and then, frankly, you might as well not bother collating the data at all. In fact, not gathering the data is probably the only guaranteed route to making it inaccessible, anyway.

The reason that the NHS has spent the last decade or so failing dismally to create their ?ber-database, is that it simply isn’t possible. The guy who told them it was, ten years ago, was a lying charlatan with something to sell. The disparate data is in too many different forms, serving too many different purposes, and being used in too many different ways, and its unification is just too big a job. Most of industry has long since given up on such projects, as a political, technical, and therefore economic disaster area.

Kevin is insisting that the real solution is about data sharing, and is easy to write. It amounts to a stack of conversion files saying things like “‘first_name’ in this database means ‘forenames’ in this one”. It means that, instead of adding the data from all those systems into one system (which will, inevitably, either annoy everyone by not storing the data they were previously using, or have empty fields in 99% of records, because one GP was recording how many pets a patient had), the system goes and asks the original data source for the data that it needs, when it needs it - no more than it needs, not before it’s needed, and leaving control of the data in the hands of the people who control it now.? Of course, you still have wade through the political minefield of just which columns should be matched, and whether “known as” in one database even has an equivalent field in the others - no system is without its controversies.? But while you’re debating it for one system, the rest can carry on functioning.

It isn’t any more secure. Don’t let anyone tell you it is. It is, however, attainable, scalable, and requires no learning curve or downtime for the admin staff at my GP surgery.

The problem is that politicians don’t understand any of this, because, by and large, they don’t understand IT, and there is no such thing as an independent IT advisor. Not all of them are selling things, but all of them like playing with new toys, and have a burning desire for someone to buy them the Next Big Thing. Many, many years ago (eight or nine at least), a discussion was had at my place of work, concerning the possibility of transferring our website from a unix/Apache server, to a Microsoft Windows NT server. My then-boss was honest about it. He said, “Yes - I’d love to be able to add the line ‘NT experience’ to my CV.” I’m hoping that wasn’t the only reason, but we made the change.

Kevin

5 dangerous things you should let your kids do.

posted on Saturday, December 22, 2007 by Kevin in [Insight]
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I think of myself as a free hippy empowering father, and letting children do stuff instead of wrapping them in cotton wool is good in the long run. there are points in this talk that make me wince. but we will definitely by taking everything that brakes apart in our house.

Ruth

Coincidence

posted on Sunday, December 9, 2007 by Ruth in [Henry]
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ParsnipFor most of this week, since he’s been ill, Henry has woken up roughly hourly during the evenings, and a couple of times each night, presumably because his trouble with breathing has made it tricky to get enough milk during the day. Last night, my mum was babysitting, and he screamed at her for three quarters of an hour, apparently. I swear, today, we gave him three mouthfuls of parsnip, his first solids, and he’s now managed to stay asleep for the whole of the two hours since bedtime.

Coincidence? Or is he just feeling better?