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Glad to hear they're still going.
Since I started on my XSLT development it's hung out on its own Subversion branch, so as not to clutter up the trunk with something that was half-cocked. In the meantime, I've committed various little changes and fixes to the trunk, and so the two have started to diverge.
For the next piece of XSLT development, I'm looking to implement it using some DOM Level 3 facilities. Aha! They don't exist yet, but would clearly be useful in their own right and so I'd like to have that stuff on the trunk too.
After some humming and harring, I've merged the dev branch into the mainline. The XSLT isn't finished, but there's enough there to be useful in certain circumstances, so I don't feel it pollutes the place too much. I've committed a big set up changes to svn this evening. It all builds ok, although I'm seeing one or two regressions in the tests. The XSLT tests unsurprisingly have loads of fails and may, depending on your platform, core dump.
CSI: Miami went high, wide, and handsome over the shark some time ago, but the first episode of the latest series hit a frontside air half cab roll clear over a metric hatload of lamniformes. What a stinker.
Chum Ken had his FeelingFortyFest on Friday, so I peddled over to join the fun on my new bike. Which is fantastic, by the way. Although, at 500 quid, it's comparatively low-end, it is the whizziest bike I've ever had. It's made of aluminium with carbon fibre forks! I mean blimey! At it goes like the clappers. When you ride it, it's almost like it wants to go, especially when you stand up on it. Anyway, I zoomed over to join in the drinking, chilli-eating, bollock-talking fun. And jolly good fun it was.
Ken introduced me to The Baron. We hadn't previously met, but in today's modern world that doesn't necessarily mean we're complete strangers. As we did the orienting recollection and confirmation thing, he said So you know Pete Ashton? Yes, I replied, I knew Pete before he was on the internet. Perhaps I'll have that made into a t-shirt.
Another of Ken's friends, whose name embarrassingly (although not surprising, I'm afraid, because I'm good with faces but terrible at names) escapes me asked how Ken and I knew each other. A few years ago, I sold Ken some comics, seemed like a full and complete explanation to me. And you kept in touch? he persisted in mild disbelief. Yes said Ken. Yes I said, It was a lot of comics. It was like, I'll take your money, but I feel your pain. I'm still not sure he quite understood.
I'm indebted to Ken for his choice of music. I was particularly taken by Hawkwind's Brainstorm and some early Peter Gabriel and Genesis tracks I hadn't heard before. Always interesting to have a good rootle through somebody's bookshelves, and so it was also fun to poke through Ken's comic stack. It's not enormous but it is rather lovely, tending toward the cosmic. Plenty of Jim Starlin's Dreadstar, Kirby's Eternals and 2001 adaptions. If that means nothing (and let's face it, it probably will) don't worry. Just accept that comics are particularly suited to bonkers cosmic SF and that Kirby and Starlin are the two most bonkers, most cosmic SF writer-artists there are. Kubrick's film of 2001 is only a toe-in-the-water compared to some of the madness Kirby came up with.
I rode off home into the brightening morning, pausing briefly to slide off my bike at a roundabout (more the cause of wet road than an excess of beer), and was slightly alarmed (since I had to get up at 7) to find myself getting into the bed on the stroke of 4 o'clock.
Looking forward to next year's already. Thanks chap.
Another t-shirt might be "I introduced Pete Ashton to blogging." In The Bear pub in Bearwood if I remember rightly.
'“I was aghast to see page after page of representations of black African people ... speaking like retarded children," he wrote.' Hmmm. I have a disabled child who has considerable problems with her speech. Am I allowed to be offended by the outdated terminology used by the chap who saw fit to complain to the CRE?
I assume the spokesman was addressing an audience of ten-year olds, although I suspect that they too would pick up the condescension in their tone.
A CRE spokesperson said:
A hundred years ago it was common to see negative stereotypes of black people. Books contained images of 'savages', and some white people considered black people to be intellectually and socially inferior.
Most people would assume that those days are behind us, and that we now live in a more accepting society. Yet here we are in 2007 with high street book shops selling 'Tintin In The Congo'. This book contains imagery and words of hideous racial prejudice, where the 'savage natives' look like monkeys and talk like imbeciles.
Whichever way you look at it, the content of this book is blatantly racist. Highstreet shops, and indeed any shops, ought to think very carefully about whether they ought to be selling and displaying it.
Yes, it was written a long time ago, but this certainly does not make it acceptable. This is potentially highly offensive to a great number of people.
It beggars belief that in this day and age that any shop would think it acceptable to sell and display 'Tintin In The Congo.'
The only place that it might be acceptable for this to be displayed would be in a museum, with a big sign saying 'old fashioned, racist claptrap'.
Many recommendations for the Trek Pilot, Mr S, so good call there. Unfortunately, lots of other people liked them too and there's not one to be had anywhere. Speeds suggested the Lemond Etape, so I gave it a test spin. It's comparatively low end, but after my dear old Dalesman it's amazing.
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