Things I Don't Want To Forget In The Morning

I really don’t want to forget this in the morning, so forgive me.

  psmove_get_magnetometer_vector(move, &qx, &qy, &qz);


  printf("orientation: %5f %5f %5f \n", qx, qy, qz);

  heading = atan2(qx, qz);
  heading -= 0.157;

  if(heading < 0)
      heading += 2*3.14;

  if(heading > 2*3.14)
    heading -= 2*3.14;

  printf("heading: %5f\n", heading * 180/3.14); 

Yes, I know that’s a horrible approximation. I’ll include math.h tomorrow. And then fire those figures into Redis. Turns out that my entire problem all along is that you have to worry about magnetic declination in America, whereas in the good old land of tea and plenty, you can ignore it. THIS IS GOOD NEWS, PEOPLE.

I wandered around Durham today, after spending the traditional five hours making chocolates and cleaning the kitchen. Firstly, it was 21˚C. That’s not right by any measure. I want snow! Or at least a good frost here and there. Of course, saying that, I see that back home, you’re all going to freeze, so you have little sympathy for me. Sorry about that. Anyway, I was walking, then sitting and reading. Then walking, and then walking again when it turned out that I should eat something. The not walking part of that really wasn’t much longer than the comma in the preceding sentence.

Anyway, after being complimented on my accent at a new-ish food truck (hello Big City Sandwiches!), I was struck that some of my British obsessions are rather interconnected - Lindsay Anderson, it turns out, ran thick and loose with members of the Independent Group and those that would eventually be known as the Brutalists. And the Independent Group’s apex was the This Is Tomorrow exhibition at the ICA, which of course was appropriated by Saint Etienne many decades later.

This justifies all the architecture and film books in my bookshelves, obviously. As well as those ones on playground design and typography. And car parks. And shopping malls. And my ever-growing Penguin/Pelican collection.

I may be trying to justify myself at this point.

Though I do say that anybody who turns their nose up at my pretty-much complete collection of B.S. Johnson novels (yes, including Travelling People) has problems of their own. And every household needs four different complete collections of The Invisibles, right?

Abebooks will tell me when a copy of The New Brutalism drops below $100. AND THEN YOU WILL ALL KNOW MY POWER.

Or something like that. Secretly ironic for those of you who followed obscure BBC comedy programmes that inexplicably went out live on a Sunday morning.

Start The Week

As ever, I look back on my time off over the holidays and curse myself for not doing more with the opportunity. Though I suppose I did get Redis Weekly off and running, and I created a Sinatra implementation of a [REDACTED] publication. As well as playing Trivial Pursuit with my family four thousand miles away. So that’s not too bad.

This weekend was supposed to be a relaxing weekend where I turned my attention onto some of the projects I want to spend the year working on. Instead, I spent all day Saturday using all the pans in our kitchen, as well as all the fancy stuff: Vitamix, sous-vide waterbath, chemical baths, and grits. As I got to spend the evening (and a lot of the early morning, it turned out!) with friends old and new that I haven’t seen for quite a while, I think I made the right decision to not do any work.

And who knew? I really can make yogurt boba. This will lead to even scarier desserts as the year progresses, you realise…

Redis Weekly and other things

First new thing of the year, then. Redis Weekly is a free email newsletter that will be delivered to your inbox every Wednesday featuring all the news you could possibly want about Redis. Of course, for most of you reading this, your Redis needs are probably close to zero, but I thought I’d mention that it’s now available. Just stick your email in that textbox and get lots of NoSQL news! No? Well, stay tuned, because hopefully I’ll be announcing something in the next couple of weeks that has an even tinier audience! You might even say that it was _Little_…

I'm Older Than My Years

I was planning on doing a fancy retrospective for this year, pulling out tweets from 2012 and plotting them on a map using D3.js to show where I’ve been this year. But it seems that tweets downloaded from Twitter’s archiving option are stripped of their geotags. Or at least mine are. So, here’s your list of where I’ve been this year:

  • California
  • North Carolina
  • Illinois
  • Virginia
  • London
  • Oxford
  • Bicester

There you go. Not as fancy, but you get the same information. Edward Tufte would be proud. Maybe.

Another year down, my first full year living in the US. Still can’t drive. But back in Durham. Strangely missing Santa Monica every now and then, but that gets put back in its box pretty quickly when I remember the long hours of the Crunch and living in a hotel room for many months. Or the time early this year when I wandered around in the rain trying to find an Urgent Care facility that would take my insurance.

I suppose I could do an infographic of my donations to the Obama campaign, but that would scare me as much as it scares you. Likewise my Amazon purchases for 2012. All I’ll say on that front is that I started with four bookcases and will probably get my fifth shortly, as well as undertaking an experiment to see just how much Target’s basic bookcases can hold on a single shelf (they can bow quite impressively!).

What to look out for in the New Year? More Fallout Durham, hopefully, as well as a few other new things here and there. Another visit back to the UK, hopefully. And, of course, more bookcases…

Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas, everybody! Hope you have a great day…

On The Road

This post is coming live from the I-40 on the way to Asheville! Fancy, I know. The previous post was a test of my new workflow, which involves Dropbox, a private VPS instance, and the ever-handy RSync. It’s been a but harder writing updates on the go since I switched from Movable Type to Jekyll, but I now have enough things patched together with sticky-back plastic and string that it should work. And then next year, I’ll be moving this site away from Dreamhost, which will allow me to simplify things a bit again.

Anyway, almost Christmas! I’m off to see gingerbread houses in Asheville, after spending the week delivering chocolates and caramels for Fallout Durham. We had a fair few orders! Thanks to everybody who ordered something - we hope to be ramping up production in the new year, now that we have the amazing tempering machine of awesomeness. It takes all the misery out of making chocolate!

Okay, thirty miles to Asheville. Gingerbread updates tomorrow. Maybe with Flickr embeds. Old school is the new school

Don’t mind me. Just testing something…

Now I Have A Tempering Machine

I hope everybody reading this is aware that Fallout Durham is currently accepting orders for Christmas, right? (Terms and conditions apply: you need to be able to get to the environs of Durham, and orders will close midnight Friday - the 14th of December. Offer void where prohibited)

If you remember from earlier in the year, one of the things I kept on mentioning, aside from how lonely I was in California (and boy, didn’t I go on about that, eh? Sorry for the attack of the emo), was that Stacie and I had a Kickstarter ready to go and that it would be running Real Soon Now. Well, the bulk of the money that we would have raised from that would have gone towards a beast of a tempering machine, the Chocovision X3210. With the right extras, it can temper up to 8kg in under an hour.

It arrived on Thursday, courtesy of an unexpected bonus from work. It is glorious. I have been making chocolates for over four years, but it was never, never as easy as it was yesterday when I threw together some kirsch ganache molded chocolates on a whim and turned them out with almost perfect thin shells. It’s pretty amazing. Though I guess it was good to learn tempering the hard way. But even better to be able to temper huge quantities and not have to babysit it for an entire afternoon.

To sum up: look out, Durham - 2013 is going to be a great year to have a sweet tooth. Our Kickstarter is on hold for the moment, but we may reactivate it later to finance a few other bits and pieces. But we’ll see.

Also: I don’t have diabetes. Although I’m still having to adjust to the whole paying to see a doctor affair, I can’t deny it was quick! (To be fair, my doctor back home did offer to do a blood test, but it would have involved fasting and I was on holiday, so I decided not to do it there and then)

It’s been a while since I’ve made an entry here, so what else is new? The TV downstairs is playing something that has Supergrass’s Alright in the background, which is triggering all sorts of nostalgia flashbacks. Weather is stupidly hot; ten years ago, I suffered through a scary and freezing ice storm which lead to eating nothing but Jersey Mike’s for two days straight and trying not to shiver to death. This week, it’s been 23°C. It’s just wrong, I tell you. I have a new desk, my bookcases are sagging under the weight of my books, I still have to buy Christmas presents for far too many people, and I’m going to look at gingerbread houses in a couple of weeks.

I miss the Radio Times.

The Largest Lingerie Section In Ireland

It’s funny, really, just how easy it is to fall back into the old routine. It’s been over a year since I was in Britain for any length of time, but after a day or so, it was like I had never left. Sitting at the top of the table, laptop out (it’s a MacBook Air now instead of the old Pro, but no real difference), Bonnie and the family watching The Mentalist or Castle. It could have been any time since 2000 or so. Except I’m only here for a week this time, and just as I have got settled, it’s time to leave.

And I have stolen time from where I can, deciding to skip going into London so I can watch more Christmas films with Bonnie, poking holes into burning candles whilst wearing slippers that light up when I walk. This time, though, scaring the cats that have moved in during my absence. Scared cats that often flee at the sight of me - “who is this interloper?” they scowl at me before heading to the doors. My bedroom is now devoid of most of the things that made it mine; no books, no bookcases, no comics, no random bits of gadgets and paper on the floor. But still unmistakably mine, and still the place where I sleep the easiest.

I’m weird in that I’ve lived in one place for almost all of my life, yet I guess in the past year, I’ve lived on two different sides of the US in addition to my original home; making up for lost time, perhaps. Spending so long in one place gets you attached to it, I imagine, especially if you enjoyed the time you were there. The bike rides with friends now spread to the winds. The epic stories of action figures in the study that spanned weeks, months, and eventually years of continuity, and the use of blu-tack to fix the broken Transformers as they fell. The Christmases spent with my sister going through the Radio Times working out what to watch and eating as many mince pies as humanly possible. Spending Sunday afternoons at my grandmother’s, listening to Bruno Brookes countdown the Top 40 and learning music through my aunt’s copies of Smash Hits.

This will be my first Christmas without my family. Ever. It’s going to be hard. But I’m so happy that I got to watch Die Hard again with Bonnie this week.

Polls Polls Polls

As most of my time at the moment is spend reloading political blogs trying to see the latest poll information, don’t expect to see a lot here until after the first week in November…