240 songs, my cute little be-hind

So the new iPod shuffle is meant to hold 240 songs. Not bad going – definitely more than enough music for a trip to the gym or the daily commute.

I just hit ‘autofill’ for the first time out of curiosity to see what I’ve got in my collection as I know I am guilty of just listening to the same five bands over and over. iTunes has decided that my shuffle can actually hold 463 songs. It’s busy copying them across as I type. (Sidenote – dear lord it’s taking a long time! The old iPod could have copied my entire collection of 4000+ songs over the firewire connection in the time it’s taking to update 400+ songs via USB2)

This discrepancy confused me somewhat till I had a look at what quality I’ve been importing my songs in on: turns out, I’ve been using 64kbps. Yes, that’s right, half the 128kbps that Apple recommend and use to work out how many songs your new iPod can hold. Here’s the kicker – I never noticed this supposed drop in quality and would still be ignorant it if weren’t for the silly way my brain remembers odd numbers and facts.

So I have crap hearing in the upper range and never made any claim to being an audiophile but really, it might be worth bearing in mind importing at lower rates if you want to get more music on your mp3 player. The average person probably isn’t going to notice the difference. And a true audiophile is not going to be listening to music on a shuffle with Apple’s earbuds anyway.

To Tat or Not to Tat

Tattoo.jpgI’ve been pondering for the past year or so getting another tattoo. I’ve even played around with a design. I’m pretty much sold on ‘yes, I am going to get one’ and I’m pretty much decided where it’s going to be.

But there’s always room to canvas opinion from my Internet Faithfuls.

Due to the location of the last tat, I can go for days at a time before I remember I’ve got one, till I see it in the bathroom mirror and go “ooh, there it is!” However, considering the amount of time I spend barefoot (which is considerable, including at the office) this one’s going to be a LOT more visible than the last.

Most people I see on a daily basis at work can’t wrap their heads round the idea of me with a tattoo – you could have knocked the Energizer Bunny down with a feather when he caught a glimpse last summer (his words). I’m not quite sure why this is, but I must portray a bit too much of the good-girl vibe on a day to day basis or something. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with a tattoo or that my colleagues are judgmental, but am I prepared for comments and questions that are bound to be more frequent with a visible design?

<tangent>True story: I’ve got a friend who was training to become a tattoo artist. He gave it up because he couldn’t face putting ‘tramp stamps’ on an endless stream of chav girls for the rest of his life.</tangent>

At the same time, I’ve not regretted for a moment that I got the last one as I adore it and the story behind it. I’d wanted to get one from the age of 14, after my godfather proposed the idea as a way to get me to accept some fairly major scarring as a part of me I could like and take control over. Somehow in the intervening six years a snake up the scar morphed into a dragon on the back, but the whole idea of using ink as a way of reclaiming ownership of a recalcitrant, and frankly fairly broken, body held true. I don’t think I’m alone in this justification for tattoos or piercing. I’ve no desire to turn myself into the painted lady, but I can fully understand the drive people have.

So my hesitation isn’t to do with “am I going to get bored with it in six months?”, it’s more to do with questions over whether the art I want fits with my own body image. I think it does. I want something lighter, more frivolous, and if I’m being honest here, prettier. Not girly-girl, heaven forfend, but definitely feminine. It’s no longer about trying to reclaim my body but, if I close one eye and kinda squint at the whole situation sideways, it’s about putting a stamp on who am I now and going “yes, this is me, and I like me”. The first tat is secret, intensely personal, and with sub-text I don’t think I am explaining very well. This one’s going to be public.

It’s not about aligning myself with certain sub-cultures, though those questions are of course going to be raised, and if I’m being truthful here if I didn’t move in the circles I move in, tattoos might be less acceptable to me. It’s not about branding myself a rebel. Nor, as my mother is convinced, is it a mark of a deep self-loathing and my incipient downfall (she does worry, bless her). Rather than all that it’s just ink on my skin. Something of my personality made visible and public, and an affirmation for me that this is where I want to be. Life has shat fairly heavily on my head in the past and this is just me sticking my tongue out and going “No, you’re not going to win”.

This is me. I’m a work in progress. I’m going to get things wrong, that’s pretty much guaranteed, but I’m going to have fun doing it, and by god I’m going to do it how I want to.

And get a kick-ass tattoo in the process ๐Ÿ˜‰

p.s. 1 – you know those posts you start wanting to say one thing, but then end up talking about something completely different? Yeah, this was one of those. It started with a whole “shall I get a tat?” theme, and ended with a whole “I’m getting a tat, like it or lump it, but here’s my justification”. Ah well, it’s what wanted to get written I guess.

p.s. 2 – To be serious for a moment, if you are seriously getting a tattoo of your own think it through carefully. Don’t get one because you’re friends are, get one because YOU want one. Go to the parlour before hand, talk to the artist, make sure you feel comfortable with them. And talk to other people who’ve had work done there (recommendations are the best way to go). Most importantly, check the place is clean and safe. Some councils license tattoo parlours: make sure you go to a licensed one. Tattoo’s can be removed (eventually, after a lot of painful laser work) but hepatitis and aids will be your friends for the rest of your life.

Sunday Roast: nothing brings people together like a Christmas lung fungus

I’m sorry for the rather gruesome subtitle for today’s Roast. I blame illyna! She’s been carping on for… well, as long as I’ve known her actually… about how good Bones is. For the price of playing with her Wii one evening (oh, the jokes just keep coming) we got to borrow Season One on DVD. Damn, it’s addictive. The first few episodes were a little rocky, but it’s settled down now and it’s really rather watch-able. David Bore-what’s-his-face (I can say the name, but not spell it) has the most amazing smile. Yes, SMILE. So he’s pretty much all over hot, but his smile – which you saw all to rarely on Angel – is just the icing on a very tasty cake. On top of that it’s just plain funny with great supporting characters. Good show. But with rather gruesome subject matter, which tends to lead to quoteable’s that are also a little macabre.

And I really should stop talking about my TV watching habits and leave you with what you came here for.

Something for Moose to start with – she regularly finds things for the Roast, and puts up with being mentioned with monotonous regularity on the internet, so it’s only fair. Here you go Moose: a blog about Formula One.

Ever wondered what six pounds of dynamite might look like? Wonder no more.

I keep bookmarking these posts that would make great memes and/or “I am still alive” posts, but then I just never get around to doing them. So what are your reading habits? Mine are remarkably similar to Nils’, so just go read his ๐Ÿ˜€

I’ve been holding off talking about Clive Cussler’s big whole lawsuit against the makers of Sahara because it’s just TOO silly. But then this little article came up and I just had to say something. Mr Cussler? The movie didn’t damage your book. In fact, I only read the book because of the movie. What damaged your book is that it is just BAD. Very, very bad. Painfully so.

So I was going to do this review of my new (green) iPod shuffle when it arrived, wasn’t I? Yeah, that’s not going to happen because, as usual, Paul’s done a much better job. From my own POV, the thing is just so tiny! It’s adorable and wonderful and just what I needed, but I am petrified of loosing it when it’s in my bag NOT clipped to me. I like the new shorter headphones – being smaller than Paul, the length isn’t a problem for me, and shorter cord = less to tangle. I haven’t noticed any real problem with the sound quality. Then again, I’m not an audiophile, I have dodgy hearing as it is, and I rarely listen to ‘quiet’ tracks anyway. I’m on more of a Bon Jovi kick at the moment. So yes, I love my shuffle. My poor old iPod hasn’t left the house since it arrived… Consequently, I haven’t forgotten to set my alarm clock all week. Result ๐Ÿ˜€

Lately people have been saying nice things about my writing style. Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I do feel I’ve finally settled into my own ‘voice’ and that this is partly what makes people seem to like Bright Meadow. (I am fully prepared for y’all to correct me here!) If you want help finding your own ‘voice’ all I can say is be true to yourself and read this article for some pointers.

Continuing a sort-of theme about penguin shaped gifts, how about a penguin shower radio. Cute, no?

More on the Megapixel Myth (sounds like some new thriller or something, doesn’t it?)

I’m having a bit of a “I want to bake” thing at the moment. The following are things I would cook if there wasn’t this whole big nut allergy going on in my house and office:
baklava
flourless chocolate cake

Who said you should never play with your food?

Apparently, no sleep = no brain. Told you I wasn’t at my best when I’d had no sleep ๐Ÿ˜›

Oceans 13 trailer. I loved Oceans 11, I loathed Oceans 12, this one looks like it might make up for the hideousness of the middle one. Hopefully.

Glen is going to be trying to live the 9rules way. I like to think I already do (especially 1,2,4,5,7 & 8) and I like how I’ve turned out, so way to go Glen. Good luck ๐Ÿ™‚

And the reason the Roast is so late is a film. You should go and see Music and Lyrics. It’s actually very funny, well done, and a damn good example of it’s type. If you absolutely loathe rom-coms in all their forms then OK, don’t go. But this was a highly enjoyable film. The opening alone had me and Moose in hysterics for the first ten minutes of the film. Always a good sign.

The UFO has landed

It’s been comingfor a while. The Apple Store in Southampton that is.

Is was walking through West Quay today on my way to my rendezvous with Curious George (and boy did it feel all clandestine meeting outside of college ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) and saw that the Apple store is ‘coming’ no more. It is very much here.

We had a quick scout around – it was heaving in there, not surprisingly – and Curious George got to see me with a full geek lust-on at the shiny Macs… Mildly embarrassing, but he needed to find out the truth eventually.

Anyway, there were lots, and lots, and lots of shiny things to tempt me. Luckily, I’ve just got a shuffle and my disposable income doesn’t quite stretch to a new Mac, so I should be safe! (Note the use of the word ‘should’ in that sentence…) And there’s a (small) genius bar in there as well, so should something go wrong, I no longer have to trek to London. Shiny ๐Ÿ™‚

Snapshots

What constitutes a story? How long should one be? I ask because I enjoy writing, yet have no real ‘finished’ stories. I do have lots of little pieces however. Vignettes if you will. Snapshots.

Yes, snapshots.

Written pictures of a moment I see with luminous clarity in my imagination. I read them back to myself and I think they are good, worthy of being read, yet most people who do read them (an admittedly small group) always tend to go “and? What next?”

I try to explain there is no next, and in a way this lack of follow-up is their whole beauty to me, but all I get are blank looks. Personally I like being given the opportunity to work out what comes next for myself.

What happened after the Snow White rode off with Prince Charming? How did ‘Happily Ever After’ really work out for them? That’s what interests me. The gap left deliberately where the author steps away and says “OK, so we’ve come this far together. It’s time you went the rest of the way on your own”.

It’s something I think is closely related to my love of the random snapshot and why I adore browsing Flickr so much. Photos ask you to make your own stories around them and there’s often no one to tell you if you are wrong or right. A picture is something so very intensely personal yet impersonal at the same time – OK, all art is like this to a point, but photography and short stories are the two things that really float my boat.

I want my snapshots to be spring-boards for other people’s imaginations in the way other short stories and endings are for me. Is that being big headed, thinking I have the skill to do that?

Either way, I’ve written lots of ‘snapshots’ over the years. In my head they (mainly) form parts of a bigger narrative. There is a definite back story, plot, and characters for all of them – I’ve just chosen not to write it. Some of this is because I’ve lost interest: I’ve pinned the moment to the page, it’s fixed in my brain, and now it’s time to move on. Other times I’ve just not felt skilled enough and lacked the words. Either way, they are still complete mini-pieces.

And I do so hate to waste anything.

So I’m going to start a ‘Snapshots‘ section to Bright Meadow (you can see the page up there in the header, between the BrightCast page and the Links page). I shall, from time to time, post a snapshot for your reading delectation. I’m setting no boundaries on their length, so some will be traditional ‘short story’ length, others will be just a paragraph. Genre-wise they will stretch from the mundane to the sublime. All they will have in common is that I want you to share in my literary album and hopefully something will spark in your imagination. If you want to write a “and what happened next…”, please feel free, but I do ask you at least link back to the snapshot in question/tell me about it. I’m curious to see what happens.

Comment Woes (again)

Why is it always when you have posts you want comments on, something goes wrong?

If you’re getting an error message that says “Could not process submit, please try again“, you are not the only one. Please bear with me whilst I try and get to the bottom of the problem.

If you have anything you want to say, email me on cas.brightmeadow[@]gmail.com – if it’s a comment, I’ll get it posted as such once normal service resumes.

When comments are back up and running, I will let you all know!

*goes and starts to dig through WordPress code and prod her server with a pointy stick*

Oh, and *waves* hello anyone who has been directed here from Antiquist – trust me, things aren’t normally quite this badly disorganized. My timing is just supreme as always ๐Ÿ™‚

UPDATE
Things seem momentarily fixed. If you notice it going again, PLEASE email me to let me know?

UPDATE 2
And then again, not… Any ideas what could cause a WordPress blog to allow trackbacks through, let spam through (in that it reaches the Akismet queue), but doesn’t let proper comments through?

UPDATE 3
Well, it looks like our old friend coComment integration might be to blame. I’ve (once again) stripped the code out of the template. If you want coComment to track your conversations here for a while, you’ll have to do it manually. Sorry.

Web 2.0, Archaeology, and Me

From time to time I do still have ideas that relate to my old research. If the idea of an Archaeology/Web 2.0 post isn’t for you, please feel free to skip this post, but I think you will be missing out on stuff. And yes, it is long – I’m going to post the whole thing here on the blog, but I can supply other (more portable) formats on request.

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If you were to ask people to pick three things to describe me, I expect most of them would say the following:

  1. An incorrigible flirt
  2. You’ll be lucky to get an email from her inside of three weeks
  3. NEVER on instant messenger

Well, I’m working on 2 and 3 and once or twice lately I have even been logged into MSN *gasp* During one of these momentous occasions I had the opportunity to catch up with an old friend/colleague and we got to chatting about how we were spending our days. He seems to be spending the majority of it watching 3D models render. I also seem to be spending inhuman amounts of time at the computer so I thought we would have lots to talk about. Um, no. It turns out he “doesn’t have time for all this web stuff”.

It was a comment which, understandably, got me thinking some. Is he missing something, or am I?

My life, for better or worse, is highly integrated with the Internet. Even the fact I am using a word such as ‘integrate’ to describe my relationship with a technology is a sure sign it’s having an impact on my productive vocabulary if nothing else. I don’t see my life as being poorer for it. I enjoy the communities I am part of, the people I have met, the friendships I have made. I love writing and cherish the feedback I get from my readers (I love that I have readers!) It makes my life ‘easier’ that my photos are online so I can show them and share them anywhere with an Internet connection. I’ve had opportunities I probably would never have had if I didn’t participate in the ‘Web’ as much as I do.

On a daily basis, I get my news from the Internet (I can’t remember the last time I sat down and watched the Six O’Clock News); I catch up on my friends lives; I watch movie trailers; I participate in interesting discussions; I manage my bank account; I pay my bills; I occasionally use the Internet to make money; I buy things; I do research, and I get new ideas over the ‘net. Very little of my life is not touched, in some way, by the Internet.

My friend doesn’t do this stuff. Or if he does, he doesn’t do it to the degree I do. Yes he checks email, uses IM, probably does some online banking and buys things from Amazon, but he doesn’t spend time in the community/participation side of the web as I do.

If Web 2.0 is all about the community and participation, he is still firmly Web 1.0.

So who is better off?

At times it seems like my entire life is tied up with computers. I spend my work life at a computer in the traditional Microsoft Office model whilst my relaxation and personal time is almost entirely spent online. The keyboard and mouse govern a good 80% of my time and this frequently causes me literal pain – I have permanent nerve damage that is directly attributable to the time I spend at the computer. I’ve experienced a few instances of computer ‘burn-out’ where just the thought of turning my computer on has made me go all wiggy inside. Yet when I DON’T turn my computer on, check my emails, or catch up on RSS feeds for more than a day, I also get all wiggy inside.

Not healthy.

But at the same time I wouldn’t trade it. Can you say ‘addiction’ with me?

Which brings me in a roundabout way to my next point. This friend is also an archaeologist (more of an archaeologist than me in fact as he’s actually still active in the field) and he is still doing research and fun things in his speciality. Yet he has this gaping hole in his knowledge where I *know* exciting things are happening and that hole is the Web. He doesn’t pay attention to the new ideas appearing in the field so doesn’t know of how these emerging technologies could be used in Archaeology. Which is fair enough – no one can be on top of all the new developments, there just isn’t time – but I can’t help feeling he’s, well, missing something vital.

It’s pretty much accepted that the Internet is changing our lives and how we do things. Every where you look technology is driving us toward more integration and things I class in my mind as “shiny, fun stuff!” We’re approaching the sci-fi dream/nightmare scenarios of Dick, Gibson, Orwell, Stephenson, Hamilton et al where we live our lives online and are subject to an all encompassing ‘Net’.

Into that mix you have to throw the knowledge that I have, for the past eight years, been approaching life from an archaeologists stand point. Archaeologists have long had a slightly odd relationship with technology. Who better than archaeologists to be aware of how the invention of a given technology impacted on society X, Y centuries ago? At the same time, we are notoriously bad when it comes to accepting new technologies ourselves. Perhaps this is because we are all too aware of how one seemingly trivial piece of technology can completely revolutionize the way we live our lives. More likely it is because we are all stubborn grumpy so-and-so’s who have issues dealing with anything that happened after the Romans had a few problems back home and left us Brits to make it up as we went along.

Whatever the reason, there is a massive weight of inertia and legacy problems in Archaeology (as the rest of life), and archaeologists hate to do something a new way when the old way has served them well for decades. Even when the new way is proven to be demonstrably better, we’ll argue that black is white for a little longer, then grudgingly admit that OK, maybe, this new way is worth giving a go. Problem is, by the time we’ve fully embraced something to our collective bosom, the rest of the world has long since moved on and there’s something else new we have to come to terms with.

As is the way with many things in life, I never planned to be researching how Archaeology and the Internet could learn to play together a bit more nicely, but over the past two years that is what I found has happened.

In that time, I, along with many of my peers, have developed a love/hate relationship with the phrase ‘Web 2.0’. Web 2.0 is a term that sets my teeth on edge. I’m not going to even try and define it – others are doing a much better job. The problems I have with it are legion, not just because it’s faddy, has no meaning, and is just plain wrong.

The accepted progression seems to be as follows:
Web 1.0 = the browsable web
Web 2.0 = the read/write web
Web 3.0 = the active web (dare I say it, the semantic web)

It could also be argued that:
Web 1.0 = big corporations etc trying to sell us stuff through the web
Web 2.0 = everybody trying to sell things through the web, but developing ‘communities’ of people in the process (Tara’s Boutique Era?)
Web 3.0 = god alone knows. Snow Crash or something.

The problem is that those definitions seem very absolute. Web 1.0/Web 2.0 isn’t a binary state. It isn’t an absolute truth. It is something that is tentatively and pragmatically true, not a statement about objective reality.

All that being said, Web 2.0 (and please, as you read this, imagine me doing air quotes and wincing every time I use the phrase) is a very useful term. It gives a handle to ideas which are, at best, nebulous and hard to grasp for the average person. It sets things aside, makes them new and exciting, and helps to generate interest. Still, this time last year I would have put money on one group of people who would never succumb to this whole “new era of the Internet” deal. I trusted archaeologists would retain their traditional healthy level of skepticism…

Er, no.

It turns out that terms like “wiki”, “blog”, and “Web 2.0” have been popping up with monotonous regularity recently in chats down the pub. It’s gotten so that even the Brainy Snail has asked me “what’s a wiki then?” At first I thought she was asking because she had seen it noticed on the blog and was just curious. No. Web 2.0 has breeched the hallowed halls of her learning establishment (and her halls are about as Establishment as you can get).

People I respect, trust, and even have little crushes on are actually DOING things in established archaeological units that I talked about in my thesis. One of them even has Moo cards and a Flickr account for pete’s sake – how more Web 2.0 do you want to get?! At the same time, I have to ask myself how integrated (that word again) the idea of community driven work, shared ideas, and the whole online ethos is to these units? On the face of it these are ideas we as ‘heritage specialists’ tend to be shouting from the rooftops already, but the kicker is moving it all online… My gut reaction is that, at the moment, the relationship is a forced and strained one, driven by a few mavericks. Given time I am sure it will filter down to become the norm, but for now? Let’s just say they are experiments I’m watching with great interest.

I had a moment at ArchCamp last week where the top of my head felt like it had been ripped off and a few thousand volts of electricity had been zapped through my gray matter. My ideas for how a wiki should be used met with someone else’s dream for how his website might be used. He had a dream but didn’t know if it was possible or feasible. I was able to tell him it was both.

I’ve had a year off from Archaeology now and in that time I’ve learnt lots of new things. My ideas have developed – if I could write my thesis again I would! I thought I was done with the whole Archaeology thing. It’s been eight years of my life, time for something new. Then Neko drags me back and… Gar. It’s like I was never away. Why do I keep coming back to Archaeology as a discipline? Why do the conversations I have with archaeologists make the most sense to me? I’m not sure. To be honest my involvement with Archaeology/Computing has always been more on the theoretical side. I much prefer taking new technologies and thinking how they might be twisted to fit Archaeological praxis than I do actually getting my fingernails dirty with the digging. But regardless of my approach, it’s still archaeology that pushes my buttons. Not history or any other study. Archaeology. I’m completely obsessed with how we as mankind have come to be where we are today. It seems silly written down like that and doesn’t really explain what I mean, but it’s the closest I can come to it. If you understand where you’ve come from, it makes it easier to see where we might be going – does that make sense?

Either way, me and Archaeology clearly aren’t done with each other yet. And I don’t think that Archaeology and Web 2.0 are done with each other either. Clearly the term is doing what is was supposed to do, reaching the wider public consciousness, so is now really the time to turn our backs on it?

I’ve got to end with a quote from my thesis – the only time I actually used the words ‘Web 2.0’ in the entire 35,000 words (whilst talking about wikis to boot, not bad going):

The graphical Web is, at the time I write, barely a decade old, and in the process of shifting from a passive read-only state to รขโ‚ฌล“Web 2.0รขโ‚ฌย, a dynamic, user-driven collaboration state.

It does make the head spin, but the Internet really is only a decade old. I can remember a time when there was no Internet. I can remember a time (just) when we didn’t all have personal computers. To think we can straight off work out if ‘Web 2.0’ is really something new and not an aberration, if it is something that is going to last, is something that is going to fit into our fields of study is pure stupidity. I reckon all we can do is play around with it some more. See where it takes us. Sometimes I say this and people look at me funny, but when I say “have fun with it” I’m being serious. There’s a reason kids play with things the first time they come across them. Play is how you establish boundaries. Play is how you work out what things can do.

So, come play with me in the Web 2.0/Archaeology sandbox? I’m starting to think it could be a lot of fun…