Remembering the guitar

I was watching a not particularly good film about a teenage boy who has crippling shyness and discovers that his next door neighbour was once a famous rock star but faked his death in order to avoid paying taxes (or something similar). I discovered that the film is called 'The beat beneath my feet', but it's not worth looking for. 

Something however clicked in my mind, and I found myself playing 12 string guitar and singing a song which I wrote in February 1972, called 'Gemini and Leo' (I'm the Leo and Mimi was the Gemini ... funnily enough, several of my closest friends were Geminis).

Gemini and Leo are incompatible
 But don't let that fool you 
They'll trick you with any phrase of doom

As long as their personal aims are satisfied

And the witch cries 'folly!' up on high

Man and woman are incompatible

Unless both make a try

Don't sit back with your tea and sigh

About the things you'd do if you had the time

But don't, for is it really that wise?

We say we're as close as the pages in a book

But we know we'll never get to that stage

We'll try as we may but we know deep inside

I'm not your opposing page

So dear friend, as we grow old

We grow away from the ideals we set ourselves

They'll remain in situ till the wedding bells

Which will never ring, as we know so well

For Gemini and Leo just don't gell

I have a memory of writing the lyrics during a free period at school, but I don't remember whether I had the tune before the lyrics or vice versa. I certainly didn't have a guitar with me at school! Some good lines in there, along with one clinker and one obscure Hammill reference. I also remember playing this song on my beaten guitar at an open mic session at the 1972 Lacock festival, and discovering to my mortification that Maddy Prior, lead singer of Steeleye Span, was in the front row (believe it or not, I used exactly the same words to describe this eight years ago).

Finishing the above song, I then went on to play two songs from Richard and Linda Thompson's "I want to see the bright lights tonight" - "Withered and died" and "Has (s)he got a friend" - which is when my wife came into the lounge and took a picture of me playing.

Harvest festival

The traditional harvest festival was held last night on our kibbutz - and presumably on most other kibbutzim in Israel. The programme is agricultural branches displaying some of their 'goods' - a sheaf of wheat, a young turkey, etc - interleaved with songs and dances. Some of the dances have a long tradition on the kibbutz - the dresses and music stay the same, but the girls wearing the dresses over the years change.

The weather over the past few days has been terrible - 40°C outside! Inside, the air conditioner in our lounge struggled, cooling the air to only  29°C. I don't know whether this was because the a/c doesn't work properly or whether the air outside was too hot to be cooled sufficiently. Fortunately, the hot weather broke early yesterday evening, so by the time the festival started (at about 7:30pm), the temperature was a balmy 30°C, if not less: definitely bearable and even pleasant.

Many years ago, it was my lot to have guard duty on the main gate during the day of the harvest festival, when again the temperature was far too high. I had a mild case of overheating and was nearly physically sick when I tried to drink water.

I was slightly envious of those playing, singing and dancing: over the years, I have taken my place with the performers. Looking at it rationally, I don't have the time these days for rehearsals, so maybe it's just as well that nobody asks me anymore to perform. 

After the programme finished, we had a picnic on the grass (only dairy products), then someone put on a tape of music for folk dancing. After my last experience of dancing (Independence Day), I wasn't inclined to participate, although I was going over the steps in my head. Actually, I did dance a few steps to 'The shepherd's dance', which is yet another complicated dance with lots of twirls and hopping which I learnt when I was 15; during the dance, I realised that my shoes weren't right for this kind of dancing, and I was also afraid that my sunglasses (which I didn't need at all) would fall out of my breast pocket. So after one chorus, I said my goodbyes and left.

I very much enjoyed yesterday evening!

A long term mystery solved

It would happen sometimes that when using my work mobile computer, the mouse cursor would go absolutely wild at first, making it very difficult to control. This would often happen when I was trying to work on the train, early in the morning. I discovered that if I left the mouse to its own, it would calm down after a few minutes. At one stage this got so bad that I was sorely tempted to ask for a replacement computer. This happened some times but not every time.

Yesterday, I was randomly perusing the blog of Microsoft explainer in chief, Raymond Chen, when I came across a very old entry about how a computer mouse could sometimes lock up a computer. The moral of the story was not to connect a mouse to a running computer, especially a mobile computer, which has its own kind of mouse buttons as well as a track ball (that blue thing in the keyboard, sandwiched between g, h and b).

I realised that this described the problem which I was having with the mobile computer: if I connected the mouse to the computer before I turned it on, everything would be ok. The mouse would go wild if I connected it after the computer had already started running. As Raymond writes in one of the comments in that blog, the "wandering mouse-stick" is the stick recalibrating itself. If you touch the stick while it is recalibrating you are only making it worse. Just let it wander for a few seconds until it gets its bearings.

So now I know: connect the mouse before turning the computer on. This is a problem only on my work mobile, as I frequently turn it on and off; all my other computers stay on all the time.

Tom Wolfe, RIP

I read today that Tom Wolfe, pioneer of the 'New Journalism', died yesterday at the age of 88. He was one of the major authors whose work I read during the formative years of 1971-8.

My first encounter with Wolfe's work was when I spent a long weekend at my friend Mimi's house in Stanmore, October 1971. We were walking around her neighbourhood when I spotted in a shop (a newsagent? not a book store, as far as I remember) a copy of Wolfe's "The electric kool-aid test"; the name was familiar as it had been mentioned in another book which I carried around at the time like a bible - "Awopbopaloobop" by Nik Cohn. Wolfe's book - along with others of his which I found here and there - accompanied me during my literary adolescence. 

The 'New Journalism' anthology affected me in a few ways: I tracked down several of the books which provided chapters in this book, through which I found Joan Didion and Michael Herr. I also tried adopting an NJ approach when I wrote a short article about the leader of our youth movement.

I have to admit that I haven't looked at Wolfe's work in years, although I still have the books on my shelf.

Edit: Singer Jarvis Cocker writes about Tom Wolfe, Ken Kesey and The Electric Kool-Aid test.

This day in history

14 May 1969: During a UK tour, Fairport Convention's van crashed on the M1 motorway on the way home from a gig in Birmingham, killing the group's 19 year-old drummer Martin Lamble and Richard Thompson's girlfriend Jeannie Franklyn. Sandy Denny was not involved, as she traveled separately on a train with Trevor Lucas.

In all these years, it has never dawned on me before that this accident occurred on "Bonny Black Hare Day", whose lyrics begin "On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day....". This was a 'holiday' observed by hard-core Fairport fans.

Another coincidence which I did notice several years ago: Fairport had just released "Unhalfbricking" at the time of the accident. One of its stand-out tracks is the obscure Dylan song, "Percy's song", whose narrator is pleading with a judge to reduce the sentence of 99 years which was handed out to a friend of the narrator, who fell asleep whilst driving, thus killing three people. In true life, Harvey Branham, Fairport's driver, was sentenced to three months in prison for causing the M1 crash (coincidentally the name of an instrumental on Fairport's eponymous and obscure first album).

The drumming on the first few Fairport albums is surprisingly good; Martin could have developed to become an excellent drummer.

[Edit from a few years later: according to Ashley Hutchings' website, the crash was on May 12, not May 14]

Even more on Delphi 7/Hebrew/Win10

The computers in the Occupational Psychologist's lab all run Windows XP (the psychologists themselves have modern computers running Windows 7 or 10); these are old computers which we collected from several sources. They are sufficient for our needs, as the programs running on these computers - the exams - have modest requirements. Lately we have had hardware problems with some of these computers, leading us to the conclusion that they will have to be replaced. We received a bunch of refurbished computers, all of which run Windows 10.

Five months ago, I wrote about my experiences in converting a program written in Delphi 7 to run properly in Windows 10, when the program's interface is written in Hebrew. These experiences were in my mind when I came to check which programs would run as is, and which would require updating. To my surprise and great relief, all of the programs (both exams and administrative programs) work properly without change on all of these 'new' computers, as well as on a really new computer. 

It would seem that setting the default locale of the computers to Israel is the key factor. I alluded to this in my original blog on the topic, but then my program set the locale whilst running. These computers have their default locale set, thus obviating any need for the programs themselves to do this. It would thus seem that the computer which was donated to the library was the odd man out instead of being the default.

Checking out the new mp3 player

As I wrote last time, I've been very busy during the past two weeks, traveling every other day; next week, too, I will be traveling on Sunday and Wednesday. All this traveling has provided a good opportunity for testing the new mp3 player(s) which I bought via EBay.

Sound-wise the players are fine, as long as the headphones' plug sits securely in its socket. I've figured out how to use the volume control, something which may sound trivial, but this cheap and no frills player comes with no instructions and without ergonomic design. Well, they did cost only $1 each!

The major problem with the players is their battery capacity. A fully charged player gives upto two hours of uninterrupted listening, which is fine if I am traveling to Tel Aviv but not so good if I am traveling to the north, especially to Karmiel. In order to get around this problem, I take with me two fully charged players; I start off with one, then when it ceases playing, I extract the memory card (very easy) and place it in the other player. During the day, I charge the players (there's no sign that they're fully charged) so that they are ready for the return trip. The memory card remembers which song it was playing when it is transferred from one player to the other, in the same way that the card remembers where it is when the player is turned on.

We will be going on holiday to Italy again in a few weeks' time (as I put it, in order to further my studies in Italian ice cream); I suppose that I will have to take with me all three players, having charged them in advance.

Never underestimate the power of a hot shower

No, this isn't going to be about cleanliness but about solving problems.

I've been very busy the past week and will be in the coming week, traveling almost every day in order to attend meetings in Tel Aviv, Haifa and Karmiel. Today, I have a 'day off' - a chance to work on my own and complete various tasks.

Yesterday, I wrote very rapidly a few reports in-between meetings; the reports didn't work as expected but I didn't have the time to figure out where the mistakes lay. I showered in the evening before going to bed, and as usual my mind went over the events of the day. Scientists say that hot showers cause the body to relax and create alpha waves in the brain; it's the alpha waves which promote problem solving. So there in the shower, I realised that one report was checking orders which had reached a certain status - but in my rush, I had forgotten to define what that status was. Sure enough, this morning I defined the status - and hey presto!, the report produces data (very important data, I might point out).

A similar activity is walking the dog (or mowing the lawn); I'm sure I've written about this before. This morning, at about 5:45 am, the answer to another problematic report popped into my head.

Abstracting these activities, the important thing is to get away from the computer and think things through without typing!

The Americans

At the same time (the end of 2017) that our satellite TV supplier denied us the 'BBC Entertainment' channel, it also gave us access to a new channel, 'Yes Edge'. Most of the programmes broadcast on this channel do not interest me, but one ('The Americans') very much does. I think that I read about this programme several years ago, so when it began being broadcast here, I knew that it was something that I would want to watch.

For those too lazy to check the Wiki reference, 'The Americans' is about a seemingly normal American family, normal except for the facts that the parents are in fact Russian spies and apparently for some time their marriage was one of convenience, or should I say 'cover'. These spies are known as 'illegals' as they operate outside the safety net of the Russian embassy. The worst than can happen to a 'legal' spy is that he gets expelled from the country (PNGed, or persona non grata, as it is known in diplomatic circles). An illegal is literally illegal, and if caught would probably face life imprisonment - if not swapped for a similar person on the other side. Gordon Lonsdale is probably the most famous Russian illegal spy, who worked in Britain during the 1960s. George Blake and Kim Philby probably did more damage, but they were moles.

Being a Le Carré groupie (or a fan of 'stale beer' spy fiction), I can say quite conclusively that in real life, there are much fewer deaths than as portrayed in this series. I suspect that the number of blackmails and 'honey traps' is probably underestimated. Of course, the best agent is one who is unwittingly supplying information, or allows access to secrets.

But 'The Americans' is much more than a spy drama, complete with tradecraft and loose ends; it's a true drama about the protagonists (Philip and Elizabeth Jennings; is it mere coincidence that their names are the same as a more famous couple, Queen Elisabeth II and Prince Philip?), their unwitting family and their friends (not coincidentally, their neighbour is an FBI agent engaged in counter-espionage; I don't think much of his department). Originally fairly conscience free, the protagonists grow a conscience, especially during season five.

A much better take than mine on the series can be found here. I don't wholly agree with it, and anyway it was written before the fifth series, which as I note above, changed the protagonists' attitude somewhat. Literate episode synopses can be found here.

The TV channel began by showing episodes daily, five a week. By a neat coincidence, five series were broadcast in this manner, and so these terminated in the 13th week of the year, which was a few weeks ago. The sixth - and final - series began a few weeks ago, at the same time as its broadcast in America, on a weekly schedule. There is no way that we could find the time to watch an episode a day; we usually manage three episodes on a Saturday afternoon/evening. As a result, episodes were piling up, waiting to be watched (as I have mentioned before, we have a machine which records the programmes until we watch them; this is not the DVD recorder). At one stage we were over a season and a half behind the current programs. On Saturday, though, we watched the final episodes of season 5, so now we have only a few episodes of season 6 to watch. Possibly in two weeks we will have exhausted the backlog, only for the series to end....

On the other hand, "Madam Secretary" had a long break; originally a few episodes from episode 4 were screened, then the channel started broadcasting all the episodes again from the first series, again on a daily basis. Only lately have new episodes been broadcast, but these are on an irregular schedule.

DBA update

I see that I last wrote on this topic four weeks ago. Since then, there have been quite a few changes. As I noted then, I spent a few days of the Passover holiday 'bulking up' the literature review. After a few days break, I started work on expanding the introduction and the methodology chapters, ending up with a document about 50 pages long; I sent this to my supervisor a week ago.

A few days ago, I received another letter from my supervisor; I characterised this as containing some sage advice, some points which I don't yet understand, and some things which left me baffled. The 'baffled' group includes formatting remarks (e.g. don't use 'Ibid'), remarks about topics which I have covered (e.g. I am forced to use opportunistic sampling) and a few other similar remarks.

The sage advice was about 'horizontal' software and SME flexibility. I had written on the first page of the introduction At first glance, it would seem that EEM is merely a special case of Engineering Change Management (ECM); whilst there are similarities, there are also significant differences which will be discussed in the critical review section of the literature survey. The management of feature development within 'horizontal' programs (those which are applicable to a wide variety of usages) such as Microsoft Word or Microsoft Excel might seem similar, but again there are distinct differences.

My supervisor suggested expanding on the second sentence of that paragraph, so I embarked on another hunt for literature on the subject of 'horizontal' software. It took me some time to find suitable search terms, but when I did, I found several papers which I can write about. I wrote a page over the weekend, but I have plenty more to write about. The more important part of what I have to write will be in the literature synthesis, where I can write freely about the differences between how I develop code in Priority and how Excel was written. I started off the section by noting that Priority enhancements are akin to writing macros or code in Visual Basic for Excel, as opposed to programming features in Excel. Another difference  occurs to me now: enhancements (and Excel macros) exist only in the user's implementation; another company using Priority would not have those enhancements. Developments made by Microsoft to Excel, or by Priority Software to Priority, exist in all implementations.

I also have some new material on topics which I have previously covered, so the thesis is going to expand by several pages over the next few weeks. Strange as it may seem, the only time I get to work on the thesis is either Friday afternoon or Saturday morning; the latter time slot is often taken up by my grand-daughter.

Programming text screens in Priority

In Priority, there is a special type of form which contains 'HTML text' - this form is like a mini-text editor; the text can have different fonts, different sizes and different colours. As programming such a form is quite difficult, there is a procedure which automatically creates such forms. The new text form has a default name of the parent form + text; for example, the text form for PART (i.e. parts) is called PARTTEXT, and the text form for ORDERS is ORDERSTEXT. Unfortunately, if a main form already has a text form, the procedure will choke and announce that a new text form cannot be created. Thus one has to create the form (and first define the table which will store the text) manually.

The table can be created in about a minute, and creating the new text form should take between ten to fifteen minutes, where one has to copy several triggers from an existing text form. Of course, the triggers have to be edited to reflect the text form's name, but this is simple.

As I was asked to add two new text forms to the ECO screen, I defined two tables (TEST_ECOTEXT1 and TEST_ECOTEXT2) then proceeded to define the screen TEST_ECOTEXT1. This took about ten minutes to do, but when I 'built' (i.e. compiled) the form, I was presented with a series of error messages which didn't make much sense, as they referred to a non-existent screen, TEST_ECOTEXT. 

After wasting an hour trying to figure out what the problem was, it occurred to me that maybe the table name (and hence the screen name) should end with 'TEXT'. I changed the table's name and the form's name to TEST_ECO1TEXT, compiled ... with no errors!

Moral of the story: the name of all text tables/forms must end in TEXT!

Edit from a few months later: my friend Yitzchok came across a similar problem which led us to conclude that my conclusion above was wrong. The real conclusion seems to be 'The name of all tables/forms must not end in a DIGIT'.

New mp3 player

Despite what I wrote here two months ago, the Sansa mp3 player continually began playing from the first song. A new problem appeared: an error message about there not being enough free memory. I found a way to get around this problem, but it became extremely annoying every time I turned on the player to get past this message then click a few hundred times to get to new songs.

I discovered a similar player on Ebay which costs all of $1(!), so I ordered three. I also ordered a new memory card with a capacity of 32GB. The players arrived a few days ago and the memory card today. I copied all the songs from my current memory card to the computer, and from the computer to the new memory card. Fortunately, the computer recognises the mp3 player and memory card as an external disk, so I won't have to extract the card any more.

The player is extremely basic and made from thin plastic, but it does its work. It seems that it came fully charged, but I connected it to the computer to charge, just to be sure. I gave the player a short tryout - the sound is very good, although the headphone socket is a bit dodgy (sometimes I hear stereo, sometimes mono and sometimes phased stereo). After listening to a few songs, I turned the player off; I turned it on again, and it began playing from the same song (good). 

In common with the last pair of headphones (not the noise cancelling ones), playback begins from the beginning of the song. Normally this isn't much of a problem, but I have downloaded a few complete albums from YouTube which means that one has to listen for forty minutes or skip the track in order to hear something else. This won't be a problem with a three hour train journey, but it's annoying while walking the dog. I have received a 'presidential pardon' and so don't have to travel to Karmiel tomorrow; this would have been a good test of the new player.

[SO: 4742; 5, 24, 44

MPP: 1243; 1, 6, 7]

Sandy Denny: 40 years gone

Today we mark the 40th anniversary of the death of Sandy Denny.

I wrote at length on this topic five years ago.

I had some difficulty in finding a suitable photograph to display here. Whilst there are at least a hundred pictures of Sandy to be found on the Internet, a large proportion of these come from the session run by David Bailey for the 'Sandy' album (1972); here Sandy might have been beautiful, but she was also heavily made up. There are pictures from most of the stages of her career, but somehow none seem too suitable. Possibly the best ones are spoiled by her holding a cigarette. The pictures for 'The North Star Grassman' (1971) are good but she had a strange hairstyle which I don't like: the fringe above her eyes was cut too short and too straight. I don't know where the above picture comes from but it looks as if it was taken in 1970 or 1971: the fringe is evident but it looks more natural here. One should remember that Sandy was originally a folk singer and not a model! After no small amount of research, I have discovered that this photograph was taken by Charles Strijd (Holland) in 1972, and can be seen here.

70 years of independence

Although every independence day in Israel is a big issue, this year it's a very big issue as its the 70th anniversary of the declaration of independence. I don't think that there's any particular significance to 70, apart from the fact that it's a decade. As a result, last night we were treated to a richer independence ceremony than we normally have on the kibbutz, including the lighting of seven torches, each representing a different aspect of life.

After the ceremony finished, music was provided for the traditional folk dancing; I mean that providing the music is traditional, whereas some of the dances are most certainly not traditional. Thinking about it later on, the whole tradition of folk dancing is fairly strong in Israel whereas it doesn't seem to be in other countries; even so, I am reminded of the Sunday in Čilipi, Croatia and of our final night in Sorrento, Italy .

I very much enjoyed folk dancing when I was a youngster; I religiously attended the weekly dances during my gap year (1973-4) and after I emigrated (1978-9), but after an episode which began with a wisdom tooth extraction and ending with a period of low blood pressure (1984?), I had to stop. I don't know whether there are currently weekly dances in Bet Shemesh or somewhere else in the vicinity, but it doesn't matter to much as I don't have the time or energy. So my only opportunity to recall my glory years on the dance floor is Independence Day (or evening).

The past few years I've had to pace myself, saving my energy for the fast dances which I know perfectly and skipping those which I half remember or never learned properly in the first place. There are a few dances which are at a walking pace so these are amenable to me.

Last night didn't go exactly to plan: the first dance in which I participated was a very fast dance with a great deal of bouncing on the feet. I learned this dance in 1979 when it was new; I still don't know what it's called. Last night's execution started off fine but at some stage I missed a step or slipped on something, and so careened off to the side as my momentum carried me. Fortunately I didn't crash into anything. My wife, who was watching, asked to where I had disappeared; she didn't notice what happened to me. I should point out that the 'dance floor' is concrete and not level; one year I twisted my ankle when I landed on a rough spot.

Once my stability had returned, it was time for a slow one ("Erev Ba" - it looks like the accompanying picture was taken during this), a dance which I probably learned when I was 12, 50 years ago. Whilst this dance is at a walking pace, it involves several twists and turns; by the end of the dance, I was quite dizzy. After one more slow dance (again with twists and turns), I came to the conclusion that enough was enough. I suspect that the dizziness stems mainly from one of the medicines which I take to lower my blood pressure: I get dizzy if I move from sitting to standing up too fast (this is a known side effect of the medicine; my doctor warned me in advance).

Today we will host the traditional barbecue; last year we were at our son-in-law's family as it was our grand-daughter's first birthday and in past years we have been at my brother in law's, or even at the brother of my brother in law's wife. Naturally I prefer to be at home, even if it means that we bare the brunt of the costs. Normally the roads are choc-ablok on Independence Day, but this has rarely been a problem for us as we generally travel in the 'wrong' direction. City dwellers head for the countryside, where we live, whereas we have headed for the cities.

Cookery lesson

Today my grand-daughter helped me cook lunch. In the first picture, we are making meat balls, and in the second, we are covering the tray which holds the meat balls. They came out very tasty.

Apology to Israel Railways

It seems that I was a bit premature in writing yesterday that return train tickets no longer exist. When I was at the Karmiel station prior to returning home, I was in the middle of buying a single ticket when I was approached by one of the staff. As Karmiel is a new station, they have assigned several staff members to help the public in purchasing tickets; one of these approached me.

I asked why it seemed that the automatic ticket machines don't present the possibility of purchasing a return ticket; she said that there does exist the possibility and proceeded to show me how to buy such a ticket, from Karmiel to Bet Shemesh and back. Not only did I get a return ticket, but also because Karmiel is a new station, there is a 50% discount on tickets bought there. As a result, my return ticket cost 53 NIS - exactly the same as my single ticket from Bet Shemesh in the morning! So, the next time that I travel to Karmiel, I don't need to buy a ticket for the journey there; I will buy a return ticket when it's time to return home.

I should point out that I personally don't benefit from this arrangement - my company reimburses me for travel expenses - but I am saving them money (albeit a drop in the ocean).

Troubles with trains

After a few weeks of not traveling, I resumed my regular activities this week: I traveled to Tel Aviv on Sunday and to Karmiel on Wednesday. A few unpleasant surprises awaited me.

Until now, trains from Bet Shemesh to Tel Aviv (and thence to Herzliya) left at one minute to the hour, i.e. 5:59, 6:59, etc. On Sunday, I arrived at the station at 8:50 in order to take the 8:59 train ... only to see the train pulling out as I arrived. It transpires that the trains now leave at ten minutes to the hour (5:50, 6:50, etc). Not only that, there is now an extra stop at Lod Ganei Aviv, which slows the journey by an extra 3 minutes. I also discovered that the train now continues from Herzliya to Netanya, which probably is of no use to people traveling from Bet Shemesh (or Jerusalem) but helps people traveling from Tel Aviv to Netanya. Coming back, the train has been delayed by six minutes, from 16:36 to 16:42; this is helpful as I can now leave our offices in Tel Aviv ten minutes later and still catch the train.

The other surprise is that there seem to be no more return tickets. I used to buy a return ticket to Bnei Barak for 36 NIS; now I need to buy two singles at 45 NIS. True, I could buy 12 tickets for the price of 10 which works out as 37.5 NIS per return journey, but it would take me quite some time to use all those tickets. More importantly, a return ticket to Karmiel used to cost 85 NIS, whereas now two singles will cost 106 NIS; I can buy 12 tickets for the price of ten, giving an effective price of 88.33 NIS, but this means having to pay 530 NIS in advance. Although my company reimburses me for all money which I spend on traveling, the changes means that I would be giving my company a loan of 530 NIS for at least two months. It seems that I will be traveling to Karmiel now only once every other week, so it will take me several months to use those 12 tickets.

So much for reducing ticket prices.

On Sunday, I didn't know in advance that I would be traveling to Tel Aviv (I only found out when I arrived at the office and read my email) which meant that I didn't have my headphones with me. Traveling to Tel Aviv wasn't too bad, but on the return journey, the train was full of football fans who talked non-stop; having no headphones meant that I had to listen to every empty and annoying word. It also occurs to me that there are going to be more passengers on train when it arrives at Tel Aviv University (on the way to Bet Shemesh) which means fewer empty seats. But I will still have an advantage on those who get on the train at the other Tel Aviv stations.

Season of the kumquat

As I've probably mentioned in the past, we have two kumquat trees in the front garden. The fruit is beginning to ripen, so today we decided to pick some fruit. It's very difficult to access the fruit, which is why my wife has this telescopic arm with what amounts to a large pair of scissors at the end. One blade of the scissors is fixed, whereas the second blade is connected to a lanyard. One positions the scissors at the top of a bunch of kumquats, then pulls the lanyard hard, which cuts the branch which allows the kumquats to fall.

The sense of an ending (2)

The television guide showed an interesting film a few days ago, so I decided to record it. When I got around to watching it, something told me just before it began that it was a dramatisation of a novel I once read and wrote about: The sense of an ending, by Julian Barnes.

I quite enjoyed the film, although I was sure that it didn't match my memory of the book. I looked for it on the Kindle in order to refresh my memory, but the book was no more, deleted in the great Kindle disaster of December 2016. It took a few days but eventually I found another copy of the book, and today I read it all the way through.

Although the film was somewhat faithful to its source material, it also added invented material - all the business about the daughter of the protagonist (Tony) being a pregnant lesbian is new. I imagine that this was added to make Tony seem more like a human being. I thought that something had been left out - when Tony spends a weekend at his girlfriend's parents' house - but it turns out that I must have mixed up this story with another, as the incident which I thought took place did not, neither in the book nor in the film. 

The film had a nice shot of the Clifton Suspension Bridge, in Bristol, which is without doubt an iconic image from my childhood. The book also mentions going to see the Severn Bore, but that didn't make the film; I saw this a few times, once with my wife.

I want to end with the same words which I wrote six years ago: It's not as if anything specific which happened in the book happened to me in real life (in fact, I would be hard pressed to find anything which happened in the book that also happened to me); it's just that the opening half of the book is, (quoting the Guardian) [a]memoir of "book-hungry, sex-hungry" sixth form days, and the painful failure of his first relationship at university, with the spiky, enigmatic Veronica. It's a lightly sketched portrait of awkwardness and repression. This is something which makes a great deal of sense to me and seems very familiar. I too look back on my formative years from a 30-40 year distance.

[Edit from a few years later: the episode which I thought belonged to this story but did not comes from the film "Starter for 10", in which several young and soon to be famous British actors appear, such as James McAvoy, Benedict Cumberbatch, Dominic Cooper, James Corden (highly disguised), Mark Gatiss and Rebecca Hall. This also takes place in Bristol University]

DBA update

I received a letter from my supervisor about ten days ago which although encouraging about my work, pointed out that there is not enough of it. He suggested that the introduction be between 15-20 pages long, the literature review 60 pages, the literature synthesis about 10 pages and the methodology (including pilot study and findings) be between 25-30 pages long.

The introduction is currently sixteen pages long, so that's ok. The literature synthesis has to be reorganised, but I think that it eventually will be about 10 pages long. The methodology section doesn't bother me at the moment, although it will be hard to reach the suggested length. The real problem is with the literature review, which was about 15 pages long in the version which my supervisor had. I find it ironic that he is suggesting expanding this chapter, as the first version of the literature review for my first thesis was a staggering 91 pages - clearly too long! I was advised to slim it down to about 20 pages. There is no way that my current literature review will reach 60 pages - maybe this was a typo.

As it is the Passover holiday now, I have several days in which I can work on my thesis. In the days prior to the holiday, I spent some time looking for papers which I can include; yesterday and today I spent several hours writing up those papers. As a result, the literature review is now a shade over 20 pages long. Possibly I can make it longer, but I can't find anything more which was written about the subjects which the thesis is based upon, and I feel that including papers just for the sake of padding out the chapter is diluting of what I am trying to achieve.

Tomorrow I am going to work on the literature synthesis. At the moment, this is several pages long, but written without structure; I would add a paragraph whenever something occurred to me. Thinking about this today whilst walking the dog, I have decided to impose upon this chapter the same structure as the literature review (shown below): this will make it easier to understand and is also likely to make me think about new material.

Subjects in the literature review:

1. Flexibility of SMEs
2. Misfits
3. Enhancements
4. User resistance
5. Engineering and Organisational Change Management
6. Benefits
7. Inter-departmental cooperation

I used to save copies of my thesis and papers on the FTP server at work, which made it easy to transfer them between my various computers, but this seems to have disappeared again, taking all the files with it. So for the past few weeks, I've been using Google Drive as a transfer mechanism and also as a backup. At first it seemed that I could only access it from home, but later I discovered that I can access it without problem if I am already logged into my Gmail account.

[SO: 4747; 5, 23, 44

MPP: 1175; 1, 6, 7]