Yesterday was really quite a unusual day.
To frame the story, one important piece of information needs to be noted. I am truly phobic of dentists. For almost ten years – from the time my mum said ‘you’re eighteen, sort yourself out’ – I didn’t go to the dentist, even when one of my teeth mostly rotted away. Last year, however,my resolved to finally go to the dentist and get things sorted out, and hopefully remove an increasing mental burden I was carrying around with me. I finally got to the dentist last May, and with being bounced around a couple of hospitals to find one prepared to do all of the work under sedation, it was only yesterday when I eventually got any actual work done.
I was so scared going into it. The only way I was able to function for the days leading up to the treatment was by distracting myself, by ring fencing the idea that I was going to the dentist to have treatment for the first time in over a decade into a corner of my mind and shutting it out completely.
By the morning of the treatment, that shuttered corner of my mind took up a significant portion of my brain. I barely said anything to my wife on the journey to Guy’s Hospital.
After a brief pause in the waiting room, my name was called. I froze up completely, momentarily unsure what to do, in a stereotypical rabbit-in-the-headlights moment. After a few moments, I got up, and followed the nurse to my fate.
The mental ring fence grew. By this point it was having to occupy so much of my conscious mind in an attempt to try and hide from me what was going on I couldn’t actually talk.
“What did you have for breakfast?” the nurse asked, ensuring I’d followed their guidelines on the short walk.
I genuinely couldn’t answer. I vaguely recalled what I had eaten, but the words to describe it – and the way to vocalise them – were gone, hidden away in the locked off part of my brain that was preoccupying itself with doing anything but thinking about the situation I was in. A few other questions followed, and each time I had to look to my wife to answer. I simply couldn’t speak.
I arrived at the dentist’s chair. Unlike my previous checkups, where I had initially refused to sit in the chair, this time I sat down without complaint, resigned to my fate.
The dentist and nurse talked to me a little more. I managed to recover a few words; I was able to tell the nurse I had “cooked bread” for breakfast as she swabbed my arm for the IV. They stuck a pulse meter in my finger, then got a bit annoyed when I started nervously tapping it on the arm of the chair. Looking at the IV inserted intoned my arm, I decided I wanted to take a picture of it. I don’t know why, despite the fear, I still wanted to take a photo. I got my phone from my pocket, but then decided it would be a silly idea and put it back.
Then they added the sedative. I remember saying my eyeballs felt funny – then the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a recovery station with a tissue in my mouth.
This is obviously where things get a bit hazy. What I went in for was conscious sedation, so I was awake the whole time, but I have no memory of it whatsoever. None at all.
So, then, it was naturally a surprise to find I had taken a couple of images of the catheter and the pulse monitor and had uploaded them to Facebook. I also also had a short, badly-spelt conversation with my dad via Facebook messenger, and apparently decided to wear one of those little puke bowls as a bowler hat whilst in the recovery room. I also managed to have enough failed attempts at unlocking my phone it got to the point where it had locked me out for five minutes, which was probably for the best.
Eventually the sedative had worn off enough for them to let me home. At this point I was pretty lucid; it was I that needed to guide my wife out of the building. That said, all this is really foggy at this point. I remember waking up with the tissue in my mouth, because I took a picture of it.
I don’t really remember leaving the building, but I remember being aware of it. I vaguely recall my wife getting a tiny bit lost at London Bridge Station. I also remember her falling asleep on the train home (I don’t, however, remember posting a picture of her asleep to Facebook, but apparently I did). But the few bits of the journey home I have any recollection of are like a dream, or that disjointed, automated journeying you do when heading home when very drunk. The first decent memory I have of the day is waking up with my cat on my legs having fallen asleep on the sofa.
I don’t, for instance, remember commenting repeatedly on the quality of the soap in the toilets. The weird thing is, a lot of what I did whilst ‘under’ was related to the few thoughts that were rattling around in my head before they dosed me.
It was a weird day. I have no recollection at all of the dental procedure, I wasn’t even aware of it happening, but I was aware of the rest of the day; it’s only in the intervening time that the memory has faded like waking from a dream. It was surreal.
What I’ve learnt for next time – which is worryingly next Friday – is to relinquish my phone to my wife before the sedative kicks in. Which will be less amusing for the people who follow me on Facebook, I guess, but at least I won’t then check my own Facebook the next day and go, what the fuck?
I’ve just renewed the lease on this site for another year.
As some of the more astute of you will have noticed, I haven’t actually posted on this blog in almost six months. This, despite the fact that this blog is the one I pay for. Creative Splurges has been my baby, having, as it does, the most followers, and it’s where most of the content I’m currently creating is destined for.
This place has gone to wrack and ruin a little bit. Elements of the backend have broken, making adding links and images difficult. All of the widgets and stuff down the righthand side have been trundling along regardless.
In other words, work needs to be done. I have this webspace, but I don’t really utilise it that much, and that should change. Otherwise, what’s the point in having it?
So consider this post my twelve months’ notice. If I haven’t turned it around and aren’t making any even remotely worthwhile use of it, I’ll shut this site down, and consider what to do with it’s existing content, because there’s no point in paying for this site to just sit around and do nothing.
So, either I turn this blog into something useful, or in twelve months’ time this site won’t be here.
If there’s anyone still left in this desolate corner of the internet, comments are of course welcomed.
QUICK NOTE: THIS POST DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS.
Christopher Nolan is one of the best directors working currently in cinema. The reason is simple: The Dark Knight Rises is more than just a film; more, even, than a great (and it is truly incredible) film . It’s a blueprint for how movies should be made.
At a time when most of the industry is getting sidetracked into making films 3D, or relying too heavily on computer-generated effects, Nolan eschews all that crap in favour of something far more important: realism. Instead of resorting too readily to computer visuals, he does as much as is possible as visual effects in-camera. Instead of distracting, unnatural and often poorly-done 3D, Nolan instead shoots where he can in the IMAX format. There are few directors doing this currently; most of the films you can go see at your local IMAX cinema are the result of a process called Digital Media Remastering (DMR), in which films shot on standard 35mm film are ‘blown up’ to fill the IMAX screen. In fact, only The Dark Knight, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol and The Dark Knight Rises have had sequences shot in true, 70mm IMAX (and the Star Trek and Hunger Games sequels are the only films on the horizon that are planning to make use of the format).
In the credits of The Dark Knight Rises is a line that is perhaps the most telling: Shot and finished entirely on film. The team working on TDKR are clearly proud of the work and methods they used to bring the film to the screen.
This sort of filmmaking excites me. I prefer film to digital cinema; digital is cold and inorganic compared to 35mm. And doing as much as possible as physical effects makes for a far more realistic looking film – no matter how good the CG, there is always a part of you that still knows its fake.
I really hope The Dark Knight Rises is a successful film (it certainly deserves to be) that leads to this style of filmmaking becoming more widespread. TDKR may not be my favourite film of all time, but watching it in the BFI London IMAX (the UK’s biggest screen) was the single greatest cinema going experience I’ve ever had. The difference between the footage shot in IMAX in comparison to the 35mm scenes that had been through DMR. The gap was almost like standard definition versus high definition. The IMAX shots were truly jaw-droppingly amazingly stunning. In the wide, sweeping aerial shots of Gotham City you could see people on streets and rooftops. When there were closeup shots of people it felt like you could see individual skin cells.
It wasn’t just the resolution that was amazing; the daylight IMAX scenes were bright as much as sharp.
And the sound! The subwoofer sounded capable of concussing household animals, it actually made the seats shake. The opening sequence was a complete barrage against the senses, shot entirely in IMAX, loud, and above all without special effects. The best opening to a film since… well, since The Dark Knight.
This, however, is where my wife and I disagree on our methods of enjoying films. Whereas she is entirely engrossed in the story, I am also impressed by the technical expertise that has gone into making the film. We both may have come out of the cinema gushing about the movie, but I was largely talking about the technical aspects; basically, the elements I’ve already covered in this post. Holly, meanwhile, loved the story (I felt compelled to tell her not to talk too loudly on the train, lest she give away spoilers; it was weird, I think I wanted to ensure everyone had the same epic move experience as I’d just had). It isn’t that I don’t enjoy the story of a film, but for me there is more to films than that. I can’t help noticing the technical side of a film; I’ve worked as a projectionist and in video editing so the construction side of a film interests me. My wife couldn’t really care less that they accidentally destroyed an IMAX camera filming both The Dark Knight (destroyed in the epic tunnel chase sequence) and The Dark Knight Rises (someone drove the BadPod into one). I’m surprised they still let Christopher Nolan shot IMAX, those cameras are about $300,000 each.
To me, 3D is a gimmicky filmmaking technique. Even the film that made the best use of 3D to date, Avatar, was a bit gimmicky in its implementation. I saw Avatar in the London IMAX and despite the impressive visuals, The Dark Knight Rises is the visually superior film, partly because of the higher resolution of the IMAX photography. I find the extra sharpness far far more engrossing than 3D. When done well, it can be effective, but that fact you’re watching three dimensional images on a two dimensional screen is damaging to the verisimilitude, no matter how effective it is.
When it comes down to it, we want to go back and see The Dark Knight Rises again, and I’m planning for it to once again be at the IMAX. I’m also very tempted to attend on of the midnight screenings of Batman Begins and The Dark Knight, because if there’s one thing I really regret, it’s not seeing TDK at the IMAX.
As of late I’ve struggled a bit with this blog. Since last summer I’ve been concentrating mostly on Creative Splurges, which isn’t doing all that badly (it has over 300 followers). This blog, intended for the most part to contain personal rants, anecdotes and the odd amusing discovery, has slipped into the background quite significantly over the last few months.
This is partly because Creative Splurges is taking up a fair chunk of my spare time, in terms of processing images and writing posts, partly because the inspiration is lacking (this time last year almost anything turned into a blog post in my head; as of late this hasn’t been happening), and partly because some of what used to constitute content on this blog has become tweets and been left at that. Currently most of my stray observations end up expressed in 140 characters or less.
It’s not just rob-howard.com that has suffered. Outdated by Lunchtime, my fledgling technology blog, hasn’t had a post since January. It’s not like I haven’t been keeping track of technology news, far from it, but for some reason the urge to write about it has been lacking.
Something happened last October. I don’t know what that was, but most of my blogs fell largely silent around that time as I became distracted or unmotivated on the whole blogging front. It was late November before I managed to kick myself back into rhythm on Creative Splurges, but none of my other blogs really followed suit. Since the start of 2012 Creative Splurges has published 45 posts; here has posted six, and Outdated by Lunchtime only two. This should give an indication of where my priorities lie.
I want this to change. That said, I still see Creative Splurges as my priority. In many ways I have to, since it has approximately infinity more followers than this blog (this blog, technically, having none, and Splurges having over 300). I’ve managed to keep a post a month on this blog (which, I admit, is a big reason why this post exists), and I have over two dozen drafts in various stages of completion, of which some could still conceivably see the light of day. I’ve made a couple of half-hearted attempts at working on some of these over the last month or so, but these haven’t really gotten anywhere. I have some time off coming up; maybe I’ll be able to find the time to have another look.
Outdated by Lunchtime is a touch trickier. I could just return to what the blog was doing from time to time, and parrot breaking technology news, but that’s not particularly satisfying, even if it does drive hits to the site. What I would far rather do is comment more objectively on the technology rumours and stories. I’d done it from time to time – and contributed some to apparently-now-defunct tech blog GrindGadget - but if I get Lunchtime going again it will contain predominantly if not solely this sort of commentary. It won’t be quite as simple to revive the blog compared to rob-howard.com simply because the content on ObL is far more topical and the few drafts that I had been gradually working on are now mostly obsolete.
I’m not making any promises. Life is pretty busy at the minute, and I’m still enjoying working on Creative Splurges too much to consider dialling it back just yet. But never fear; its siblings are still on my radar.
Anyway, I’d better go. I took 360 photos yesterday and I want to try to get them processed, edited and posted on Creative Splurges before the week is out.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been doing a lot more cooking around the house. It stemmed from a discussion with Holly about how she tends to prepare the menu and do the majority of the cooking during a week, with me only stepping in for certain meals, mainly ones that involve chips, or easy things like making a pasta bake from a jar.
So, in the middle of April I decided to get more involved. I’m not sure why now has worked when all previous attempts to get me to cook have failed, but I’d say over the last couple of weeks I’ve probably cooked more than Holly, although I openly admit she has done a lot of ingredient preparing.
I’ve cooked a variety of things (as I type some stuffed peppers are in the oven for tonight’s dinner), and over the course of my baby steps in this culinary journey (jeez that is so clichéd. Pretend I didn’t type that) I’ve learnt various things about cooking and, by extension, myself.
- I get garlic and ginger confused in my mind, although not in my mouth or my nose, so hopefully I’ll avoid and disasters on that front.
- I use a lot of spoons when cooking.
- iPads may not randomly close and lose your page whilst your hands are full like a recipe book will, but the screen timeout will still always wait until the most inopportune moment.
- My lack of confidence in the kitchen manifests itself as striving for perfection. “It says 1cm chunks in the recipe. These are 1.2cm. I need to start again.”
- “The juice of one lemon” is a difficult amount to measure when coming out of one of those squirty bottles.
- Also, too much lemon juice can make food taste like washing up liquid.
- Saffron is not a yellow powdered spice, and apparently costs more per kilo than heroin, gold or bull semen. Despite this, these are not suitable substitutes.
- Cooking vegetarian food reduces the fear of food poisoning.
- Most foods are far less poisonous than you fear – not all vegetables or meats are blowfish-like with only a tiny, edible portion surrounded by sickness and death.
- Baking cakes from a packet mix is fun and easy, but makes you feel guilty when people start complimenting you for how nice they are.
I’m not sure yet if cooking for me is a passing fad, whether I’ll actually improve, or if I’ll just be capable of reading from a recipe book from the rest of my life. The ultimate test will come when I run out of recipes from the iPad ‘Good Food’ app I’m currently using.
Yesterday, my very good friend James popped over, just in time for it to start snowing. Not knowing what to eat for dinner, we nipped over to Tesco to find some grub.
When we found Tesco already pushing large amounts of chocolate eggs on us, we began to wonder… could you make a chocolate omelette using Cadbury’s Creme Eggs?
What follows is the recipe we developed.
I want to make one thing entirely clear: this was an entirely sober project. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Anyone who reads this blog with any regularity (and there can’t be that many, since I don’t really update this blog with any regularity at the minute) will know that my posts tend to be about a few broad subjects: the world is ridiculous, or the world is stupid and not quite to my liking.
I’ve not written much on the subject of electric cars, save for a brief rant on the technicalities of claiming to have a ‘full hybrid’ car (oh yes, the other kind of post – pedantry). However I have for some time been fostering an opinion about them, I’ve just been waiting for a catalyst to make me post (as is usually my way).
Earlier today on Twitter, perennial electric car proponent (and all round nice guy, if his Twitter feed and Carpool are anything to go by) Robert Llewellyn posted a link to what is probably total link bait, a piece from the Irish Times neutrally titled Let’s Ban Electric Cars. Electric cars are no good, says the article, hydrogen is the answer, so let’s ban electric cars and pump the money into developing hydrogen.
An interesting point, although the article does have a whiff of a failed Modest Proposal parody about it (I admit I might possibly only be thinking that because it’s from the Irish Times).
I do have a problem with electric cars. They’re painted as being the saviour of motoring and yet they are still not ready for the big time.
I don’t deny that an alternative for petrol needs to be found, and reasonably quickly – there is a constantly decreasing amount of oil left and something needs to step up and replace it.
In a reply to Mr Llewellyn – which, unexpectedly, actually received a response – I pointed out that the article made sense as electric cars, as they are now, can only be a stopgap solution to what eventually replaces the internal combustion engine. I would have elaborated further, but it is a little tricky to have an in-depth argument with a 140 character limit – hence this post.
One argument I’ve heard – primarily from Robert Llewellyn who actually (briefly) debated with me on Twitter on this point some time ago – is that electric cars represent an inevitable fundamental shift in our car habits. Rubbish. We have seen numerous significant shifts in humanity’s relationship with various technologies over the years, but all of these have been changes for the better, the easier. Smartphones, the internet, social networking – these are fundamental shifts in behaviour, but the upsides are clear. We won’t see a major shift to electric cars whilst they are more expensive, more effort, and without the capabilities of standard vehicles. You currently have numerous downsides and few upsides – the few being saving money and saving the planet, but still.
I’m not necessarily saying that electric cars have no future and hydrogen is the answer – both have their respective flaws, and I fully expect science to be able to solve them – but my point is simply this: electric cars, as they are now, can only be a temporary solution to what will eventually be dubbed the motoring crisis.
Here are the problems:
Electric cars are still more expensive, by several thousands of pounds, to a petrol car equivalent – even after government subsidy. Eventually this will be solved by the machinations of supply and demand, but this requires the sales of these cars to continue to drive down the cost – and there are still other problems which are preventing widespread adoption.
Petrol cars reign still because when one is running out of juice, you take it to a petrol station, and refuel it in minutes. This is easy to plan around because there are petrol stations almost everywhere (although, it must be said, usually they all seem to hide when you actually need some fuel). Electric cars, however, will take hours to refuel – all night from empty. And that’s if you’re somewhere that has a charging point or electrical socket. Which brings me straight on to the next point.
Most electric cars these days have a range of only 100 miles or so. This means you have to carefully plan your journey to make sure you can get to where you’re going without not getting there at all, or not making it back.
The huge shift people talk about with regard to electric cars is mainly due to range. More people will apparently use the train for longer journeys and the car for ‘city hopping’. Aside from the obvious problem of the cost of catching a train these days, stations have a habit of not being close to most people’s houses, requiring a further onward journey. This is not a massive shift towards convenience; people won’t buy into it until they have to.
4. Battery life.
We’ve all owned an iPod, laptop or phone that just doesn’t seem to hold its charge like it used to. This is an inherent problem with batteries; they can only complete so many cycles before they’re knackered and need replacing. When there was that whole problem a few years back when people were complaining about iPod batteries no longer working (the greater issue: Apple had built an MP3 player that lasted long enough for the internal battery to die), Apple started an iPod battery replacement program. The cost to replace an iPod battery? £39. A rechargeable battery for a MacBook Pro costs over £100 (if you’re lucky enough to have a MacBook that lets you replace the battery yourself). The battery for an electric car costs thousands of pounds, and there is nothing you can do to stop it from failing to hold a charge after it’s been through a thousand or so cycles. And that’s if you look after it and drain it all the way every time – if you keep ‘topping up’ the charge and don’t fully discharge the battery every so often it will last even less time.
The future of the petrol car lies in track day-like events. This much I have come to terms with. But until an electric car can provide the day-to-day thrill of driving a petrol car, a majority of drivers won’t make the switch. I will admit that I’ve never driven an electric car, so I am assuming an awful lot here, but I do know how less enjoyable it is to drive a diesel-powered car compared to the same sized-engine petrol equivalent. Maybe against all the odds they’ve managed to build an electric car that is torquey and exciting, but I doubt it.
I openly admit that in the future we will all be driving around with a different sort of fuel. That much is a certainty. However, right now, alternative fuel cars are still primitive, underdeveloped, and not really a viable alternative to the incumbent internal combustion engine.
One of the reasons why hydrogen-fuelled cars get so much press is because they represent the future most drivers want – the convenience of petrol with the planet-saving longevity of low emission driving.
As scientists continue to develop battery technology, eventually we will almost certainly have electric cars that can hold enough of a charge to get us longer distances, can recharge in minutes not hours, and will last many thousands of cycles before they need to be replaced.
But that isn’t the point. Right now, electric cars are simply not good enough, and there are problems that simply will need to be solved before they see mass market adoption.
Think of it like energy saving lightbulbs. They were (and many still are) rubbish. They take ages to warm up to the right light temperate, and even then the light is terrible, and as they are effectively fluorescent they are flashing at 50Hz and can make some people ill. And as they contain mercury, don’t drop one in your house. But since they were first released, technology has moved on, and you can buy energy saving bulbs that work almost as well as the old incandescent bulbs, an adoption has been good enough that incandescent bulbs could be banned in the EU without a huge uproar (there was, of course, a slight uproar from the Daily Mail, but then that is to be expected).
One final point on “zero emission” vehicles. I don’t think it is right to call a vehicle ‘zero emission’ unless its entire production has been emission free. The manufacturing process produces emissions, the batteries contain various harmful chemicals, the car then has to be shipped from whatever country it is made in to wherever it is sold. If that can’t be done with a net emission of zero, then it shouldn’t be a zero emission car (and don’t forget, the electricity out of your plug isn’t necessarily from a renewable source).
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