Depression Is A Young Man's Game

As we hurtle to our doom on the back of an image messageboard that decided nihilism and (somewhat less than) ironic fascism was how we were going to greet the 21st century, it’s important to remember the good times.

To whit, I spent the past week in Fort Thomas, KY again! There was ramen, cheese, Henry VIII, another opportunity for me to scoff at American Exceptionalism when it comes to comedy, arepas, rather tall platforms with a fun graduated drop in front of them, a constitutional crisis, and the beginnings of a fun new neural network project (hopefully more on that at the end of the month). I even shared my precious ginger cake. Thanks to Tammy and Robert for letting me stay once again.

My next trip? Well, that’s at the end of this month, where I go to see Los Campesinos in Chicago, along with a visit to sample Next’s Roman menu. Fancy!

And now I turn back to Ralph Miliband and old BBC documentaries. Enjoy the Superbowl, everybody!

And The Clocks Struck Thirteen

Spiced Cherry Bitters Ganache. Hexy!

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Really, I should have gone to the march in Raleigh. Or DC. But Friday was not a fun day, and all I wanted to do was stay indoors and make chocolates. Something to take my mind away from things.

Alongside that though, I spent the day watching seven continents protest. Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, no, millions of people across the country, and across the world. The largest protests in US history.

nasty women indeed

The creation of the week: Spiced Cherry Bitters ganache. Because bitters are a good way of adding flavours to cocktails…so why not use them in chocolate as well? Oddly, Google doesn’t seem to have many examples of people using bitters in this way. I was a touch worried about that, but I don’t think they’re horrible!

(recipe? er…make a dark chocolate ganache (60%) and add bitters to taste. I probably used about 5-6 dashes for about 400g of ganache, but I can’t swear to it)

And now we go on from here.

Further Adventures in Rust - LogLog-Beta

In my latest attempt to get to grips with Rust, I’ve recently put together a simple implementation of the LogLog-Beta algorithm. LogLog-Beta is a fancy new algorithm (published in December 2015, fact fans!) that offers a more efficient way of estimating cardinalities as opposed to the more traditional HyperLogLog approach.

Anyway, here’s what I got so far. I wouldn’t use it anywhere near production right now, but fun to actually write something useful in Rust:

LogLog-Beta (Rust implementation)

Snowpocalypse 2017

This week, we’re reporting live from the desolate frozen wasteland of North Carolina, specifically Durham, where two inches of snow has fallen and the world itself is said to be at a time of ending.

Of course, this is North Carolina in January, where it will go from -17˚C to 19˚C in a matter of days. So perhaps stripping every supermarket of milk, bread, and eggs might have been a touch premature.

(not that I’m venturing out of the house until at least Tuesday, mind you.)

Let’s see, what did I do this week? Well, I posted off my citizenship application, so hopefully sometime this year I’ll be swotting up on the state capitals and How A Bill Becomes A Law. Fun times! Or interesting times. We’re now down to less than two weeks.

stares off into the distance

But! The most important discovery of this week is the video below:

Let me reel off just some of the amazing and terrifying things about this:

  • New Order and Factory thought this was totally fine to let out of their hands.
  • Channel 4 actually aired it.
  • You’d think the first scene where Gillian sits in the bath is the most cringe-worthy part of the video…but…
  • CONTENT WARNING:…those bubbles do not last, and frankly, I saw a lot more of Tony Wilson than I expected…or ever wanted.
  • By about 10 minutes in, you start to think that Steve Coogan used this as the ur-text for his performance in 24 Hour Party People. But toning it down to make it more believable on film.
  • Taking the piss out of the Hacienda is never not funny.

In addition to all that, all the location shots of Manchester reminded me that this year will be the 20th anniversary since I moved into room A14 of St Anselm’s Hall, ready for three years of Computer Science. Twenty years since I joined Slashdot, too. We believed we were going to create a world of software and interconnectedness, where the free-flowing of information would make the world a better place for all.

stares off into the distance. sighs

Well, okay, so we enabled the creation of a million pretty little hate machines. But you can get notifications on your phone that your toast is done. A fair exchange, I feel. Oh, and your TV can now get viruses. But don’t worry! It can join up with all the other TVs out there and launch a direct assault on essential infrastructure.

the author breaks down at his desk and quietly sobs

Hello 2017

It turns out that a good way to impress a Star Wars producer is to explain a probabilistic counting algorithm to them 35,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean. For extra points, implement a Ruby version of one during the lunch service.

I’m back in the US again, after what felt like a short trip back home to Bicester. Mince pies were consumed, cats grew to (mostly) tolerate my presence, friends came by to visit, and family gatherings were had. Now I’m back in Durham, all alone except for BBC documentaries from the early 1980s. 2017 is starting the way you expect me to (also upcoming this year: Six Plays by Alan Bennett and the classic 1990).

Not entirely sure what I have planned for 2017 just yet. Looks like I’ll be heading off to San Francisco and Cincinnati in January, and I have Chicago booked for March (after which, I’ll have seen Los Campesinos on the east, west, and middle of the country). So while there’s no concrete plans, things seem to be filling up rapidly.

Oh, and posting off my citizenship application this week. May we all live in interesting times…

2016 In One Sentence

I’ve grown afraid of everything that I love.

Explains So Much

No wonder Americans hate Christmas music. Over here in the UK, things are a little different. Our Christmas is tinged with three-day-week Midlands glam and ruled over by a song that Radio 1 turned into a Christmas tradition by shear force of will. Plus, a surprising turn-out every year for those plucky, happy-go-lucky people from Minnesota!

And Back Again

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Back home. Sports Personality of The Year. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

On Rails To The End of 2016

It’s that point of the year where it is all coming to an end, Heston goes one step further into the crazy than he did last year, and I’m gearing up to come home. The Season Finale, if you will, set against a background of the CIA twitter account screaming into the void.

Anyway, normally this weekend would just be a frenzied bout of packing and cleaning up. But this year! This year, a visit from Tammy, lunch with Luke and Stacie (in from Colorado), and then a wedding of The Doctors Marsh! All this plus homemade canelés, impromptu chicken and waffles, plus a journey to the newest Korean Fried Chicken restaurant in all of downtown Durham!1

Oh, and the official mascot of 2016 arrived.

This is fine. 2016.

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Just a few more days left to go and then back home again.


  1. Okay, so technically, it’s the only Korean Fried Chicken restaurant in downtown Durham, but it is still quite new! And doesn’t have the ‘I am so uncomfortableness’ of the other new restaurant in downtown, Viceroy.
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Pastry Fusion

Late night baking with left-overs…

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A British rip-off of an Austrian pastry, made with a French dough and filled with an all-American Kentucky Bourbon caramel. Not bad for something made with kitchen scraps late on Saturday night.

Coming to the end of my last free weekend of the year, and I have…done little. I made some pastry things, I bought a new air filter, I went into a usual misery-spiral when something doesn’t quite pan out as hoped, oh, and I watched a forty-year-old television play because who doesn’t do that on Saturday night? Pausing here and there to see what fresh new horrors had been unleashed through Twitter, obviously.

And that leads to the oh-so-familiar feeling of wasting yet another weekend, of things that could have been done but weren’t. I think I’m going to need to act on those impulses more in 2017, for my own sanity if nothing else.

The evening closes on. Tea, then bed, and then tea again. Tenants of the house, Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.