Archive for August, 2005

The perils of incorrect addresses…

Wednesday, August 31st, 2005 / Moans / View blog reactions

Last week I requested a brochure from a company via a web form. I won’t mention the company by name but I will just say that it starts with ‘M’ and ends with ‘itsubishi’. I’m obviously used to entering data into web forms so it’s not as if it’s my first time at a keyboard. I fill in my house number and postcode and the page magically finds the correct address. I click on the address and it is copied into the correct fields further down the page. All well and good. I fill in the rest of the details and confirm that everything is okay. I select the brochure that I want and the information is sent to a database on a server somewhere. After you’ve clicked ‘Send’ you don’t care about the mechanics you just wonder how long before you receive the goods.

A few days pass and I still haven’t received anything in the post, which, for such a large company, I think is slightly odd.

A full week later there is an envelope in my post box.

My surname is spelt wrong, the address now has a line missing and the town, which on the form was all in capitals, now has two capital letters as if it is part of a Scottish clan.

This is what, I can only surmise, has happened :-

  1. The address is copied from a screen at HQ onto a piece of paper using an old fashioned form of data transfer called ‘handwriting’.
  2. The paper is then given to a telephone operator who phones the local branch and reads out the name and address.
  3. The person at the local branch writes this down.
  4. The paper is then handed to a data entry person, or someone with a hangover who is on a youth employment scheme, and they type it into a computer.
  5. This computer then prints out the label to stick on the envelope.

No way on earth could my information have been messed up so much without human intervention of one kind or another. Either that or some really shoddy programming.

Microsoft plans NY retail store…

Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 / Microshite® / View blog reactions

Macworld UK reports that Microshite® intend to open a retail store in New York. What exactly are they going to sell? Windows XP Pro? It’s 4 years old for gods sake. Anyone who doesn’t already have it by now obviously has no intention of upgrading. Everyone else either has downloaded a copy or has been given it free with a new PC.

You would think that they might have learnt their lesson with the San Francisco store which, the article says, only lasted for 3 years.

I can’t wait to see the queue of people waiting to be the first to go in. The same queues form when a new PC World opens.

The Zen of CSS Design: Visual Enlightenment for the Web

Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 / Book Review / View blog reactions

The Zen of CSS Design: Visual Enlightenment for the WebThe Zen of CSS Design:
Visual Enlightenment for the Web

  • Dave Shea & Molly E. Holzschlag
  • Web Design

I can’t quite remember when I stumbled on the CSS Zen Garden web-site but I do remember thinking, “Why bother when you can just put all the image and colour code in the HTML”. I had done some HTML coding at work and had stumbled on a CSS file on the server, but all it had in it was just about every tag you can imagine, with just the font family being set. That wasn’t much help. I didn’t even know what the id and class selectors were in aid of. It was all just a mystery to me even though I knew about web-sites, ftp, javascript and of course HTML.

Then I read Jeffrey Zeldmans book Designing with Web Standards and it all became clear. Being a programmer by trade I was interested in creating web-sites that conformed to a certain standard. It is no doubt all part of me being slightly obsessive about being organised both in my work and my personal life. Reading that book did make me see things completely differently. I, knew from past experience, that IE and Netscape would render pages differently, which is always a major headache. Do you create two sites for both browsers and then have to maintain both versions? I started to look at web pages and their design in a new light. I would almost constantly be checking the source code of sites to see if they were using cascading style sheets in any way. The number of web sites still using ‘font’ tags to define font families, sizes and colours is amazing.

The bottom line to this is that a web page designed with the structure and the content in the HTML file and the visual design in the CSS file will have a smaller total file size, will therefore load faster and should render the same across browsers. Of course Microshites® Internet Explorer doesn’t conform to the web standard and Opera has a few glitches but there are ways around these problems by using CSS hacks that you can find on the web.

With all this new found knowledge I viewed the CSS Zen Garden web-site differently. I was constantly amazed at how these designers had managed to create wonderful and completely diverse web-sites using the same HTML code.

The book describes how Dave created the web-site and how he carefully created the HTML code so that web designers had enough ‘hooks’ to latch style sheet elements on to. There would obviously be no chance to change the HTML at a later day once web designs had been received. The bulk of the book analyses submissions to the Zen Garden site and are de-constructed in chapters on design, layout, imagery, typography and special effects. Reading through the book I was constantly thinking, “So that’s how they did that!”, all these neat little tricks are pulled apart and dissected so that you can see how they work. I had kept a notebook at the side of me to note down web-sites to checkout but thankfully Dave Shea already has a book links page on his site mezzoblue.

Dave and Molly have to be congratulated on producing a book that is so understandable and easy to read. The publisher New Riders have done a wonderful job with the layout and design. But the book, and the web-site for that matter, couldn’t have been possible without the talented designers who took up the challenge in the first place.

It’s certainly given me the impetus to try to create a design myself and, if I think it’s worthy, you could be seeing my name under that <h3 class="select"></h3> tag.

New energy source found…

Thursday, August 25th, 2005 / News / View blog reactions

Hammy The HamsterHammy The Hamster

The other great item on GMTV’s news hour was about a school boy who has found a new source of energy.

He has managed to build a generator that will charge a mobile phone using hamster power alone. He said that his hamster, running on it’s wheel for a few minutes, could generate enough electricity to charge his mobile phone. Now, I’ve seen those windup chargers in gadget catalogues and thought that they looked like too much hard work. This could well be the answer. This young man could well be the Sir Clive Sinclair or the James Dyson of the future.

My sister had a few hamsters when she, and I, were younger so I know that a hamster will run on it’s wheel for hours with only a few sunflower seeds for sustenance. Imagine if every household in the land had a few hamsters generating power in this way. As long as unscrupulous corporations don’t put thousands of them to work in great sheds then I can see no problem at all using this as a source of energy.

Maybe now HP will stand for ‘hamster power’ instead of that of the equine variety.

Banana danger…

Thursday, August 25th, 2005 / News / View blog reactions

The Wandering SpiderThe Wandering Spider

This is the second time that I’ve heard about this kind of problem on GMTV’s news hour.

What they reported this morning was that a woman had bought bananas from a supermarket, took them home, and was bitten by a spider hidden within the bunch. During the brief interview she said that thankfully it was only a baby Brazilian Wandering Spider and not a full grown adult. The ‘toddler’ therefore only had little fangs and injected a tiny dose of venom.

According to the BBC News report she managed to identify the spider by searching on the internet.

However, the spider could not be formally identified because it was not captured.

There could well be a few sleepless nights in that household. I wonder how they would coax it out of hiding?

Which reminds me of the previous time that bananas and spiders were mentioned on GMTV.

A woman was being interviewed in her lounge, with a few of her offspring around her, by the reporter. In the background you could see the doorway which leads into the kitchen. This doorway was more or less completely sealed off using plastic sheeting. What transpires from the interview is that the woman bought bananas from the local supermarket, she was unpacking her groceries and saw a black spider unfurl itself from its hiding place within the bunch and scamper away. Being black with long thin legs the report said that it was a Black Widow spider. I’m not completely sure if this next bit is true or not but I’m pretty certain that the plantation owners were using these spiders to eat a particular pest that was destroying their crops.

The lesson from all this is to shake your bananas thoroughly before you buy them… just in case.

Victoria Beckham finally confesses…

Sunday, August 14th, 2005 / Inane Drivel, News / View blog reactions

Victoria BeckhamVictoria Beckham

This morning I was watching BBC News 24 and heard the shocking news that Victoria Beckham is not as well read as we have been led to believe.

The admission has been leaked from the forthcoming September issue of high-society magazine Chic.

I haven’t read a book in my life, I haven’t got enough time. I prefer to listen to music, although I do love fashion magazines.Victoria Beckham

The startling admission means Posh, who turned 31 earlier this year, has yet to experience the joys of her husband’s autobiography, David Beckham - My Side.

Of course I only mention this so that I can tell you the joke that was popular in the eighties. Then it’s subject was the fortieth President of the United States, Ronald Reagan.

This news just in - there has been a devastating fire in the library at ‘Beckingham Palace’. Reporters on the scene have said that both of Victoria’s books have been destroyed and unfortunately she hasn’t finished colouring one of them in!

I told you I was ill…

Monday, August 8th, 2005 / Apple, Inane Drivel, Quotes / View blog reactions

Grave of Carl D. Patterson by K.C. BoltonGrave of Carl D. Patterson
by K.C. Bolton

I was searching for web images, for a web-site I’m constructing, and I remember reading sometime ago that the Google Images haven’t been updated in sometime. So I decided to test it out by trying to find some of the images that I’ve used on this blog. I don’t actually know how the images are selected, whether it uses the ALT image attribute or whatever, but I wanted to give it a go. So I put carl d patterson into Googles search box. I didn’t find any pictures that are on this site but I did see a lot of images :- school kids, some idiot called Nathan Wohlstein who has tried to fiddle his Google rank, Ms. Rodgers Red Hot Readers and lo and behold a grave bearing the name Carl D. Patterson.

The stone says, “Beloved Husband Dad - Grandpa Carl D. Patterson U. S. Navy - Korea June 6, 1928 - April 26, 1994″ it was photographed by K.C. Bolton on 23/11/2003 and is at Greenlawn Memorial Park, Southwest, Bakersfield, Kern County, CA.

This reminds me of a book I heard about called Are You Dave Gorman? by Dave Gorman and Danny Wallace in which Perrier Award nominee Dave Gorman has a drunken bet with Danny Wallace that there are other Dave Gormans in the world. There are indeed and he spend half a year tracking them down throughout the world. I personally haven’t read it yet but it is now next on my list of books to buy.

Back to the image that I found. I can’t see how the image could have been found by Google. The image simply sits in a directory which seems to list all the grave stones in Greenlawn Memorial Park, Southwest, whose surname starts with p. I always thought that Google, or any web spider for that matter, could only work on links from actual web pages. Then again I suppose that any spider will only do what a browser does and will index the files in a directory listing without any trouble.

After Christmas I bought a book called Who Do You Think You Are? by Dan Waddell after seeing an episode of the BBC Two television programme of the same name. I thought that I could trace my family tree back through the ages as the celebrities did in the series. Of course I haven’t quite got round to reading the book yet as I am still working through the back log of others that I’ve purchased and not read. I also thought that it would be an excellent excuse to purchase an Apple iBook or PowerBook as it would no doubt involve taking copious notes in libraries and so on and I wouldn’t want to have to resort to pen and paper.

Possibly I’ll just have a little dig on the inter-web to see if I can find who this chap was and if there are any others. It’s funny that I could find someone with my name and initial. I did know that someone had the www.carlpatterson.com domain name registered so I’m glad that I registered this domain when I did.

Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.Mark Twain

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.Isaac Asimov

Even very young children need to be informed about dying. Explain the concept of death very carefully to your child. This will make threatening him with it much more effective.P. J. O’Rourke

Unless I’m Very Much Mistaken

Monday, August 8th, 2005 / Book Review / View blog reactions

Unless I'm Very Much MistakenUnless I’m Very
Much Mistaken

  • Murray Walker
  • Autobiography

For those people who don’t know who Murray Walker is he used to be the voice of Formula 1 motor racing on both the BBC and ITV channels for more than twenty years. He also commentated on motocross, TT races on the Isle of Man, powerboat racing, weight lifting and snooker. Okay so the snooker was for a section on Jeremy Clarkson’s television show but he was the voice of motor sport. He injected every commentary with an incredible amount of enthusiasm.

Murray tells of meeting his father on the German border during World War II. Murray was driving a tank and his father, smoking a pipe, was editor and war correspondent for Motor Cycling magazine. His father had decided to meet up with his son in Europe.

For, more or less, all of his career in advertising he was also commentating at motor sport events up and down the country at weekends. I finally found out if Murray actually coined the phrase - “A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play” - he didn’t, no thanks to Andrew Napier for telling me otherwise. Murray also had to try to increase the market for Trill, that’s budgerigar seed, who already had 90% market share. But the petfoods marketing director wanted more, obviously. So Murray and the marketing team had a meeting and they decided to make budgie owners think that a single bird in a cage is a sad and lonely little pet. That really all a budgie wants is another budgie to keep him or her company. Genius! Get everyone to buy another bird and double your turnover and therefore profits.

What Murray Walker was really famous for was his ‘Murrayisms’. Let me explain. When Murray was commentating he would be watching the television feed monitor, keeping track of who was where on the circuit, reading his copious notes, listening to the producer in his headphones as well as letting his co-commentator occasionally get a word in edgeways. This would lead to brain overload in the best of us and of course it occasionally happened to Murray. Because his words were being beamed around the world and recorded for posterity on videotape there was no way of correcting what had been said in the heat of the moment. Here are a few of my favourites. All are copyright Murray Walker.

“There’s nothing wrong with the car except it’s on fire.”

“Either that car is stationary or it’s on the move.”

“I’ve just stopped my startwatch.”

“Prost can see Mansell in his earphones.”

The book really is a great read. It’s funny and informative and the personality of the great man really shines through.