Naoko's news, views and shoes thread

It's worth noting that SatNav stuff not geostationary.
There's a whole bunch of Satellites whizzing round these days.
Europe has a few [project in progress], India has a few.
I think the Russians are working on it as are the Chinese.
 
Hey, tutti frutti!
Big *HUG*s! So great to see you, I have been thinking about you and wondering how you are.

I thought there was a Wales job in the offing? Too bad that didn't come off - we could have made the city lights here so bright that Bramblethorn could see them in Australia, LOL.

colddiesel, Michael and Bramblethorn - :heart::kiss::heart:

HP, I am going to get rid of my landline phone. Nobody calls me on it except people asking for a Mrs Anaconda (sounds like that, anyway!) and other people asking if I want to claim for mis-sold PPI (no I was never dumb enough to take that out!) or for an accident I had three years ago. (This latter bunch are confounded when I say: "Gosh no! it was all my fault. And there was only a little scratch - on the car, not my nail polish.") I have some very over-priced landline package because I used to have to phone students and research participants etc etc in the day time a lot, but now I never use it so I'm going to use the money on something really whazz-y. I need to make the decision: Apple iPhone or SlightlyLessSmartYetAttractivelyCheaperPhone.

The Ladies Keep Fit were the surprise hit of the weekend.... They received a long standing ovation when they finally ended their show.

They sound fantastic, LOL.
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Water aerobics work. That is if you take them seriously. Water has good resistance and is very low impact. Being overweight makes regular aerobics to stressful for most people.

In any case, something is always better than nothing.
That's what I figure. I can't do regular aerobics because of my dodgy knee - I have to be a bit careful with the aqua aerobics too. However it's mainly huge fun. I believe laughing very hard for a long time exercises a lot of facial muscles, and probably burns off at least a square of chocolate.
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I once ended up in a water aerobics class by mistake, but I stayed for the class and I was quite impressed: you can make it as hard or easy as you want.
Hope the train tracks aren't washed away today - the rain never knows when to stop in the UK :rolleyes:

Aqua aerobics on the train? :)

I have always maintained that if anything is going to kill me prematurely, it's an excess of water, so I stay well away. Of course, slippery tow-paths don't help and I was given a thorough bath in the local canal. It took two fairly strong blokes to help me out.
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HP, surely it's not possible to stay away from water if you fish! :confused:

I'd appreciate some words of advice from the ladies because tomorrow I am coaching the ladies sailing group. ...The main thing is it should be fun!
Also there are always very good home made cakes so if they're rotten to me I can always sulk in the corner with some chocolate sponge cake.

Definitely, it should be fun! and there should be chocolate. How did it go? How was the chocolate sponge cake?

Oops, I was going to post my news here but I spent too long hugging people and catching up. I have to go and make lunch now.
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Don't buy the iPhone :eek:
OK so it has a fantastic camera, superb sound, lovely interface BUT :eek:
you'll suddenly find strands in your life connected and suggested, that you'd much rather forget and have to keep signing in to prove your ID with password that can only be written in Cyrillic symbols and when you inevitably drop it on a hard surface ...

My own is a once-new HTC - the camera is crap, the video is awful but I can change the battery without a soldering iron, use it as an external hard drive, and choose (most) of the apps I know I need, not what Apple corp decides and it doesn't have to pause at inconvenient times to update itself. I can plug it into other people's computers without both melting down and load music by dragondrop ( from iTunes ). I've dropped it numerous times and ... nuffin broke. Oh and it makes phone calls and syncs with all my calendars.

Also... I'm getting a tan. I am no longer transparent :) What a beautiful day
*blows kisses*
 
Yes, Duchess,
I do go fishing, but there's a world of difference between sitting in a fold-up chair on the back and swimming in the stuff !:).
 
The ladies group were good fun and it is always rewarding when you have motivated students. It was difficult in so far as there was quite a range of abilities but I passed on some tips that I hoped would suit every ability ( about wind as it happens ) and that seemed to go don well. The cakes also went down well, but a married man asked later if I had tried them all because a failure to do so might be taken as favouritism, which hadn't crossed my mind. Besides I snuck another slice of coffee cake when they were out in the water... But what if someone had counted the slices?!
I did have a gender related comment to field, when one lady said she had to come in because a hot flush had made her feel queasy. I felt somewhat put on the back foot on thin ice, so just offered my poker face with a nod of acknowledgement. I think it worked. What is the etiquette regarding hot flushes? It's all a bit new to me.:(
 
Don't buy the iPhone :eek:
OK so it has a fantastic camera, superb sound, lovely interface BUT :eek:
you'll suddenly find strands in your life connected and suggested, that you'd much rather forget and have to keep signing in to prove your ID with password that can only be written in Cyrillic symbols and when you inevitably drop it on a hard surface ...

My own is a once-new HTC - the camera is crap, the video is awful but I can change the battery without a soldering iron, use it as an external hard drive, and choose (most) of the apps I know I need, not what Apple corp decides and it doesn't have to pause at inconvenient times to update itself. I can plug it into other people's computers without both melting down and load music by dragondrop ( from iTunes ). I've dropped it numerous times and ... nuffin broke. Oh and it makes phone calls and syncs with all my calendars.

Also... I'm getting a tan. I am no longer transparent :) What a beautiful day
*blows kisses*

You don't work for Apple then?:D
 
I have this new Nokia 130 thing. It's quite useful, but it's not exactly user-friendly, and neither is the so-called manual.
It seems strange that I have to get the necessary cables and stuff from China.
 
I have this new Nokia 130 thing. It's quite useful, but it's not exactly user-friendly, and neither is the so-called manual.
It seems strange that I have to get the necessary cables and stuff from China.

Nokia is probably manufactured in China.
Most of the BMWs and Mercs and Audis I see here are made locally.
 
Nokia is probably manufactured in China.
Most of the BMWs and Mercs and Audis I see here are made locally.

Nokia has a major manufacturing operation in India and some in China. They also have a major dispute with the Indian Government over tax avoidance through transfer pricing/royalties to the parent.

On the good side Nokia took $600million from Apple in an intellectual property dispute in 2011. Might have run into billions without a side deal to share such property in future.
 
Such a pity they don't understand the need for a good operating guide.
I guess they assume we already know it.

No, they'll say 'it's intuitive'.:mad:

Those three words from a young 'tech' can turn this normally benevolent, sweet tempered old geezer, into a frothing at the mouth fiend in microseconds.:D
 
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No, they'll say 'it's intuitive'.:mad:

Those three words from a young 'tech' can turn this normally benevolent, sweet tempered old geezer, into a frothing at the mouth fiend in microseconds.:D

I just downloaded some video recording and editing software, got it to record Okay, but to export it out to a usable file was impossible. 'It was supposed ot be intuitive" but pushing the buttons just give me a message that it failed to export!

I even paid for the software in hopes that that would allow it to work!

This may be the last time I buy Aussie software!
 
I just downloaded some video recording and editing software, got it to record Okay, but to export it out to a usable file was impossible. 'It was supposed ot be intuitive" but pushing the buttons just give me a message that it failed to export!

I even paid for the software in hopes that that would allow it to work!

This may be the last time I buy Aussie software!

There's your problem, Jack: it's intuitive for Aussies: You just have to think upside down and counterclockwise! After all, winter is just around the corner...
 
I just downloaded some video recording and editing software, got it to record Okay, but to export it out to a usable file was impossible. 'It was supposed ot be intuitive" but pushing the buttons just give me a message that it failed to export!

I even paid for the software in hopes that that would allow it to work!

This may be the last time I buy Aussie software!

There was a time when I was considered to be a 'bleeding edge' technology user. Mind you, that was in the days of floppy disks. These days, I have a friend. I just hand her my phone/tablet/laptop and say: 'When you get a moment, can you please make this work?' And she does. :)
 
There's your problem, Jack: it's intuitive for Aussies: You just have to think upside down and counterclockwise! After all, winter is just around the corner...

I got on their help forum and was tipped to reload and re-register the software, now it works!

I just signed up to canvas for Bernie Sanders next weekend. The first time I've taken part in the 'political process' other than just bitching and voting. I'm hoping on a variation of the "Pizza Delivery man's" bunny.
 
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OK, I am quickly going to say my news before I attempt to catch up with anyone - forgive me if I disappear straight after and don't come back for a couple of days again. And I am going to reply to your message but I have to clean out my box first ;) - as usual.

Mainly I have just been stuck at home all week :mad: with a lachrymose and laryngitic Piglet. She has had some virus and although she has no temperature and the doctor said her lungs, ears, heart, etc etc etc are all clear and fine, she has no voice and is what I call 'flopsy bunny'. It's as if she has been eating too many lettuces, which as fans of the divine Beatrice know, are soporofic.

Lucky me :rolleyes:, I work from home so I can just get on with my work while simultaneously taking care of my sickly child. Occasionally I get a break when I manage to jump on my bike and get out to the shop to buy orange juice or something else nutritious to try to get the poor kid back on her feet.

Saturday was a typical day: I went out to teach an extra tutorial which I had persuaded the line manager to let me put on, Piglet was already poorly but luckily I had already arranged for my friend to come down from the Valleys with her piglet (who is one of Piglet's BFFs - Best Friend Forever). So I could get out to teach then rush home to take over the piglets and let my friend have a break. (Her ex husband was a completel turd who has never even seen his daughter for four years because he behaved so badly and failed to comply with the court's ruling about his time with her and also to pay any maintenance - even the tiny amount he had to, which would not have bought the kid a pair of school shoes let alone pay for all her food, heating, etc. So my friend never has a break, she has her piglet 24/7 and I try to invite her to stay when I can.)

Then Sunday was also a typical day. The two little piglets were happily engrossed in SIMS4. They had both taken on jobs as criminals :)confused: I didn't realise there was a career pathway for this but apparently there is on SIMS4). Piglet had persuaded her friend to adopt a SIMS4 baby and her friend was howling in anguish as she had now lost her job, was obliged to share her virtual room and had also lost her unicorn (don't ask!).

It was a sunny day and I managed to mow not only my lawn but the neighbour's lawn too. After all the hard work I did on my lawn last year, most of it can be mowed now without having to be raked - except the bit directly under the oak trees of course. It was so relaxing just pootling round the house and garden. I love living here so much.

The kitchen is like one of those Mediterranean kitchens; they build them with small windows and dark so they stay cool in the hot summers. Mine is dark because of the oak trees outside, a cool green light filters in through the tree leaves. I have planted some salad leaves in a pot on the window sill which I can just pick and put into a burger or make into a side salad. Different bits and pieces are starting to find their place in the cupboards and it all seems to fit so snugly. It's like living in the child's perspective in the Dylan Thomas poem Being But Men.

I have got a lot of teaching on at the moment - some of which I'm being paid extra for! After my recent spate of emails enquiring about the basis on which some work had been handed out to others not me, the managers are suddenly offering me extra days' paid work :D. I have also got two contracts for two days' work each contacting my exceedingly small groups of students to ask about their future studies. (I have already done this of course, so it's going to be money for jam phoning them up to check up on them again!) It's not quite enough money for a new boiler, but it will certainly help with Christmas this year.

Yesterday I was teaching online in the evening. Then Piglet and I watched The Princess Bride. I had forgotten how charming and funny it is, and we really enjoyed lolling about together on that sofa bed we built, eating some scones I had just had time to bake before I had to go and set up the class, with crème fraîche and raspberries.
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Hi Naoko
I’m guilty of adding to your intray, but don’t worry it can keep.
Just to explain L&Gs, I’ve just consumed another book and now that Nao has fanned the flames of my book reviewing cells, I feel duty bound. I’ve just finished Golden Boy, by Abigail Tarttelin and recommend it highly.
I don’t know if anyone has conducted research, but I’m convinced books can give you a ‘rush’ and provoke an instant dependency for another page, another chapter - like sniffing something A-class. Then of course you have to come down off the high and suffer withdrawal pangs. I want to tell everyone to read it and I’m sure I’m talking faster.

“After all the hard work I did on my lawn last year, most of it can be mowed now without having to be naked - except” :eek: OK so I had to read that twice.

Sozlet for hoglet - I hope she gets better soon, but lazy on the sofa sounds cute. You’re a fab Mum xxx
 
You're so lucky, Lady N, you still have your little girl around and young enough to be girly but old enough to talk to. I missed so much of my daughter' life growing up, being off with MSF and HALO as I was, but we had our moments. It was her misfortune to have a doctor for a parent, as whenever she trailed into my room at seven in the morning looking like a figment of her own imagination, going 'daddeee, not weeelll, can I stay home, pleeeease..." so I'd carry her into my study, and take out my hypodermic kit, and she'd be gone, and all I'd hear was 'feeling better, byyeee...!' dopplering into the distance, leaving me to ponder the recuperative and restorative power of a box of hypodermics...

It was my grandson's 1st birthday yesterday, Lori was all gush and blather at the boy, and then started on the daughter-seducing French rapist aka son-in-law; I had 0.0003 seconds on Skype with the boy before Lori tackled me to the floor and stood on my head while she goo-goo'd at him. Only consolation is, in a transparent attempt to curry favour, French rapist named the boy Will, so he gets 3/10 for effort, and 9/10 for stupidity, because now he has to grind his teeth and say my name every time he talks to his son; maybe there is a God, and he might even be English...
 
It was my grandson's 1st birthday yesterday, Lori was all gush and blather at the boy, and then started on the daughter-seducing French rapist aka son-in-law; I had 0.0003 seconds on Skype with the boy before Lori tackled me to the floor and stood on my head while she goo-goo'd at him. Only consolation is, in a transparent attempt to curry favour, French rapist named the boy Will, so he gets 3/10 for effort, and 9/10 for stupidity, because now he has to grind his teeth and say my name every time he talks to his son; maybe there is a God, and he might even be English...

As far as I'm concerned, the IS a God.
An Englishman carried him in his head & heart.
Incidentally, as you quote Lori as having tackled (flying?), may one enquire how is her head ?
 
As far as I'm concerned, the IS a God.
An Englishman carried him in his head & heart.
Incidentally, as you quote Lori as having tackled (flying?), may one enquire how is her head ?

When she thinks I'm not looking she's mostly her usual, strident, assertive American self, doing all the things she usually does; however, when she thinks she needs to con me to have her own way, she becomes a fragile Spring flower, softly-spoken and easily bruised, subject to giddy spells and swooning and much trembling of her lower lip, and in need of excessive pampering and Lemon-Drizzle cheesecake from the deli 40 miles away. To get to the Skype screen she actually elbowed me in the kidney then tripped me up, and put the boot in a couple of times in her rush to go 'woodgie-woodgie woo' at the boy, who I'm sure must have wondered who the hell this burbling madwoman was...

Lori gets away with unbridled violence toward me only because she knows full well I'm constrained by instinct and upbringing from rearing-up and nutting her one.

The actual injury site is healing nicely, all the scans show good progression and timely evidence of remodelling, but I'm keeping her on a short rein until the Brain Injury unit says she's fit; the fact the head of the Brain and Spinal Injury unit is my old school-friend, colleague and former junior Registrar, and I know where the bodies are buried and basically what he was doing last summer when his wife was away means he's doing pretty much as I say at the moment, which is keeping her on the club until the end of June, no matter how loudly she screeches.
 
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When she thinks I'm not looking she's mostly her usual, strident, assertive American self, doing all the things she usually does; however, when she thinks she needs to con me to have her own way, she becomes a fragile Spring flower, softly-spoken and easily bruised, subject to giddy spells and swooning and much trembling of her lower lip, and in need of excessive pampering and Lemon-Drizzle cheesecake from the deli 40 miles away.

The actual injury site is healing nicely, all the scans show good progression and timely evidence of remodelling, but I'm keeping her on a short rein until the Brain Injury unit says she's fit; the fact the head of the Brain and Spinal Injury unit is my old school-friend, colleague and former junior Registrar, and I know where the bodies are buried and basically what he was doing last summer when his wife was away means he's doing pretty much as I say at the moment, which is keeping her on the club until the end of June, no matter how loudly she screeches.

As ever, a masterly description, for which many thanks.
BTW, don't all women do that ? My late one sometimes did. . . .

Do please give her our best regards.
 
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