Dec 29 2008
Nothing much happening at the moment. Christmas is Done and Hogmanay is next on the list. The final meal of the Nigella Challenge is scheduled for lunchtime of the 31st December. Can you believe we’re on schedule to succeed?!
Until then, check out the updates Helen’s put up for the past week. This should make up for the radio silence. The question remains — will the last blog post be up before the year finishes?
Dec 24 2008
Just a quick post about Broken Angels by Richard Morgan, the second novel (that I have read) starring Takeshi Kovacs. It’s a more avowedly space operatic, dealing with galactic politics, planetary uprisings and ancient alien civilisations. By contrast, Altered Carbon was very grounded.
This story has a very concise plot: it’s a quest novel. The aim of the quest is to get through a warzone and claim an ancient stargate-like device, and the starship that’s accessible through that gate. All the typical quest elements are there — gathering together a crew, getting funding (I bet Gandalf didn’t have that problem) and transportation, having a saboteur on board, and so on.
The interesting bits, for me, were again related to the author’s continued use of “black boxes” for personalities, and the ability to insert those personalities into new bodies at any reasonable point. The concept of death becomes less forbidding, especially to the soldiers who constitute most of the supporting characters. Death is like computer-game death: just wait to be respawned and jump back into the fray.
With all this fake death, of course, there must be a Real Death, when your “black box” gets destroyed too. And for some reason, a Real Death in the story seems so much worse than real death. I guess because we’re not used to thinking in terms of body death being separate from personality death. Coming to terms with the fact that being killed isn’t so bad is a very large hurdle to overcome. That there is something worse than being killed seems really difficult to fathom.
The two-thirds point of the book reaches proper mind-blowing scifi proportions. Space is big, according to The Guide, so I guess spaceships must also be big. I find it hard not to enjoy the absurd scale of such vessels. It’s one of the Iain M Banks traits I’ve always liked: the ability to completely pull the rug out from beneath your sense of perspective.
Nick mentioned Altered Carbon to me the other day. He said he found the killing objectionable in some way. I don’t remember the details of what he said. The scenes he cited didn’t particularly bother me. Both Black Man (which I read first) and Broken Angels contain scenes which, to me at least, are much more disturbing. If you are particularly squeamish about torture I advise you stay away from these books. In particular, I think there’s something more terrifying about computer-mediated torture. Something about the fact that there is literally no chance of appeal, because the machine isn’t designed to relent or be merciful. I find that idea much more disturbing than a firefight.
Dec 21 2008
Last night we had a grand Christmas party. We had about 20-odd people in the end, though a few notable exceptions. I’m glaring at you, green jumper boy.
As with all things that happen at the moment, the focus of the preparations was the food. We had a significant list of recipes that we wanted to tick off, and we did fairly well. The only major loss was the mincemeat parcels, but we compensated for that in another way.
Matthew was really kind and agreed to help us out for the preparation work. He came round in the middle of the afternoon and worked hard to bring everything together. It certainly wouldn’t have been possible without his input. If you were there and had any of the mince pies, apple pies or the mulled wine you can thank Mat for them. I don’t know what I will do to repay him, but he certainly deserves our heartfelt thanks.
A few months ago Kirsten emailed me to ask for a cranberry bread recipe to pass to her mother. Until last night I didn’t know how it had worked out, so I thought I would try my hand at a loaf with cranberies in it, because they’re quite the Christmas fruit. I used two of the recipes from Richard Bertinet’s Dough, making something suitably Christmas-party flavoured. I removed the nuts from the Pecan and Cranberry Loaves, and moulded them like Poppy Seed Stars. I didn’t have any proper dried cranberries, but I used the same weight of “craisins”, which is a cranberry-heavy dried fruit mix. The result was very tasty… almost like eating bread that had jam already spread on it.
The mince pies that Matthew made (from a recipe in Nigella Lawson’s Feast, so it doesn’t count towards the challenge) were made with cranberry mincemeat supplied by Nick. I’ve a suspicion that the recipe he used for that mincemeat also came via Nigella Lawson too. There’s something terribly incestuous about it all.
I’m very happy that so many people brought a decoration for the tree. We’ve got wire-basket stars and baubles now, and gingerbread trees with coloured-sugar windows, and jangly-legged snowmen and even a festive red double helix. On top of that we’ve inherited several bottles of wine and many packets of crisps, not to mention all the leftovers of pies, popcorn, olives and chocolate. We even have a 1.5 litre bottle of white wine which is probably too big to be chilled in the fridge.
Thanks to everyone who came, and especially to everyone who helped out in some way or another. You’re all great.
Dec 19 2008
In an effort to make myself more adventurous (or at least, less reticent) in the kitchen I’ve lately been throwing myself at cooking with abandon. Often I have no idea what I want to eat when I pour the oil in the bottom of the pan. It just comes together as I work out what I’ve got.
This evening I started off with a large frying pan liberally coated in garlic oil, half a green bell pepper cut into strips and a couple of coarsely chunked spring onions. I fried them at some heat until they didn’t need it any more, by which point I had realised I need some protein and found smoky bacon in the fridge. I dropped the onion/pepper mix on a plate, keeping as much of the juice in the pan as possible and fried a couple of rashers of bacon, coarsely cut with a pair of scissors.
I think at this point I realised that I’d need some carbohydrate and bulk, so started boiling the kettle to make pasta. There wasn’t much water in the kettle but I was only cooking enough fusilli for myself, and I’m a light eater. The water went in fairly quickly and was hot enough to throw the pasta in within thirty seconds I think. At the same time I turned off the bacon, while I approached my next problem.
I started to think about sauce. I should really have something to coat my pasta — what I had at the moment wasn’t really crisp enough for a stir-fry, but it wasn’t wet either. I found a jar of stiff Thai paste for making soups, on the top shelf of the fridge door. I threw in a teaspoon of that and tried to get it to dissolve in the bacony garlic oil. After a few minutes I realised it would help if I added heat, which I did.
The peppers and onions went back in while I hunted around for a slosh of red wine to add to the liquid. Couldn’t find any. Oh well, gave up, started clearing up some of the mess. Checked on the baguettes that are proving on the table. Go to put more music on. Find a nearly-finished bottle of red wine hiding amongst the shopping bags on the table. Victory! A bit of that goes in, gently cooking away.
By the time the past is completed, the red wine has formed a slightly sticky, caramel-looking juice around the peppers and bacon. I throw the whole lot into the drained pasta and slosh it around in the pan to coat everything.
This is the disastrous cooking that I do. Honestly, it tastes quite good: spicy but also sweet. There’s probably a million things I could have done better. But it was quite tasty, so I’m satisfied.
Dec 17 2008
I accidentally came across this video yesterday about bread, and the “Real Bread Campaign”. (The video is from the Do Lectures which seems to be something to do with Howies, the clothing company. I haven’t watched any others yet.)
If you can’t be bothered watching it yourself (and honestly, I don’t particularly recommend it) he:
I originally thought to mention the enzyme thing more, but it’s just tediously overdone on this blog I think. Just stop using vague science words in the hope you can make things sound dangerous. All it does is diminish any potential credibility you might have had.
I much preferred the last few minutes of his talk, when the subject settled on bread-making, community, and all that rousing stuff. I do like the idea of a Real Bread Campaign as a parallel to CAMRA, the real ale campaign. They are dealing with something fundamentally different though, so I don’t know what lessons can be learned from the real ale movement.
I recently came across this rather nice post about bread making from someone who obviously likes their bread and the process of making it, and explains it all in a cheerful fashion. And finally a short video on how they made bread back in the 1980s:
Dec 14 2008
I’m now watching CSI: Miami at twenty past eleven. I haven’t eaten anything in two days and the bar has become quite low regarding what I watch. So it has reached the point where David Caruso, sunglasses, and some nonsense plot involving both programmers and skateboarders, seem reasonable. At the same time.
Looks like we’ve got — sunglasses off — a hokey plot — sunglasses on, look to middle distance.
The Christmas food adverts are getting more and more torturous. All those hams, chocolates, Yorkshire puddings and roast potatoes are driving me mad. Also, the knowledge that we have chocolate pistachio fudge in the fridge is preying on my mind.
Dec 12 2008
I’ve seen a lot of references to FingerTrees around but not much explanation of what they are or where they should be used. The common reference is to 2-3 Fingertrees suggested by Ralph Hinze and Ross Paterson in Finger Trees: A Simple General-purpose Data Structure, so that seemed the best place to look.
There is also a working implementation published of 2-3 Fingertrees on Hackage (version 0.0 at time of writing), so between the two I should be able to work out the details for this structure and glean some idea of where to use it.
For the non-programmers, I include a video of Radiohead’s Treefingers, which I was sure was called Fingertrees when I started writing this post. If you search for “radiohead fingertrees” you’ll see I’m not the only one!
Dec 05 2008
So that was the first big weekend of the summer…
Starts Thursday as usual with a canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina’s new boyfriend to say that he shouldn’t feel that there’s any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her. I shouldn’t have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches…
There was only one car going, so some of us had to get the train. We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear. There was no problems getting in — we saw some others waiting down the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night, everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig. When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe but I didn’t like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to Morag’s flat. I couldn’t sleep, so I sat about drinking someone else’s strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up.
Then at ten o’clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some drink. We had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we’d passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we went to get the train home and had a few in the Station bar. We had some stuff left from the previous night’s supplies so when we got home we decided to go down to John’s indie disco. Same story as Friday — lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn’t sleep again so went up the park to look at the tomb, taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to have a look at the tomb. It was a big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool.
Sunday afternoon we go up to John’s with a lot of beer in time to watch the Simpsons. It was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a bit damp. Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street. “Taping this, aye?” We went up to the pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night, lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankly, but I didn’t really speak to her. She’s probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian was there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant. At the same time I watched Malcolm make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or something. I couldn’t sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares… Matthew says I should cut down on the cheese.
“Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it’s officially summer.”
I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and later that evening Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown — £1.79 a litre, 8.2% — mmmm… Judith and Laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the town.
It’s officially summer.
Nov 29 2008
Sometimes, the denizens of the internet just disgust me with their absurd ignorance and desperate need to wade in with irrelevant advice. So I thought I’d keep my ignorant ravings on my own blog instead.
Today I am talking about Kamikaze Cookery’s latest Normal Person versus episode, testing the idea that celebrity chef recipes are manageable for the “normal” cook. The latest episode covered Gordon effing Ramsay. Go watch Normal Person versus Gordon Ramsay, it’s rather fun in that car-crash way.
Just don’t, whatever you do, read the comments. I don’t know why, but the majority of the commenters feel the overwhelming desire to point out that they didn’t understand the concept of the episode. “Look at me, I’m an idiot!” They berate the Kamikaze people for a bunch of irrelevant things, proceed to give really stupid advice about what a food processor is.
That’s the price you pay for being linked from Boing Boing, I suppose — an infestation of knuckle-draggers.
There is one element of the show that merits a bit more discussion, and that’s their definition of “normal”. In the first episode (versus Jamie Oliver) they used someone who clearly knew one or two things, like how to knead dough. The next episode (versus Nigella Lawson) their normal test subject didn’t admit to doing any cooking since Guides, and even then it was her mother who did the work. But still, she demonstrated surprising proficiency and flexibility. (I know this makes me sound like a pretentious twat, but I was honestly impressed that someone who claims to do no cooking is so proficient anyway.) In the latest episode their normal person didn’t know what a ramekin was and had never seen the phrase “season” in a recipe before. So, not to be too blunt about it, what kind of normalcy are they looking for here? Will the next normal person know which end of a knife to hold?
It seems to be Kamikaze Cookery’s belief that a recipe book should teach you how to cook, which has never been my experience. Celebrity chef books tend to be the very opposite of expositional — minimal instructions, glossy photos, lots of white space. The books which teach cooking are very different beasts and don’t tend to come with glossy photos. To my mind, expecting to learn cooking from a chef’s recipe book is a bit like expecting to learn the piano from a Chopin songbook.
Which of the books that we own would teach the basics (or help people along the complex steps)?
This is just the selection from memory. We also have a couple of Usborne kids’ cookery books which are used regularly. They will teach you the basics like no other. Similarly, A Young Cook’s Calendar was what I grew up with.
Helen’s definition of normal is pretty different to that assumed by Kamikaze Cookery, though it’s quite succinct: “a normal person should be able to make a white sauce, a tomato sauce and a chocolate sauce without recourse to a recipe”.
What do you think a normal person can cook?
Nov 25 2008
I have been thinking about a particular problem now for about two years. The problem doesn’t really matter — it’s a computer program that I want to write one day, when I get some time and space to do so.
What does matter is that last week I realised, almost completely out of the blue, that my long-standing problem was very different in nature to what I had assumed. Not only that, but as soon as I realised this the problem became massively more tractable. It was like turning an unknown corner and finding yourself in a familiar neighbourhood: it all just fell into place.
It’s very comforting to know that the fundamental problem I am trying to solve has been solved many times before, and there is a large body of research into the different approaches to take. The surface problem is still interesting, and to the best of my knowledge no-one has done anything similar before. But it’s new in the sense that the latest model of car is new: the problem domain is well mapped out, and all that matters is the details.
