Rules of the Road and the Culture of Driving

OK I admit it, I’m a bit of a driving snob. This is largely due to having spent the first four decades of my life in the UK, with one of the most difficult driving tests, strictly enforced rules and, consequently, very low road death and accident rate. Then we moved to California and I had to take my California Driver’s “test” which involved driving about 2 miles, making a few stops and turns before I was handed a license. I thought it was a joke until we moved to Pennsylvania where the same test consists of reverse parking a vehicle into a space large enough for an airplane to park and then driving through a parking lot and approximately 100 yds of road.

I still find it astonishing that that a 16-year old can take this “test” of their driving competency and then hop into a Hummer and drive it across country. And not only drive it, but do so in such an aggressive manner. It’s as if every US driver thinks the road is theirs and theirs alone, with little concept of braking distance and the dangers of tailgating.

So, that being said, I have been amazed this week by the driving in and around Chennai, India. The roads are chock full of mopeds, motorcycles, auto-rickshaws (tuk-tuks), cars, buses, trucks and of course people and the odd cow wandering through. It is fascinating to watch how this all works. And work it does. Many vehicles have a “sound horn” sign on the rear and it is quite expected to drive along and, when obstructed, simply press the horn to warn the other rider/driver/pedestrian that you are there. Amazingly, the other road users all heed the warning and move over, which is useful as road markings seem to serve little purpose here leading to 3 or 4 vehicles occupying 2 lanes.

I am unsure how it works, but it is truly a demonstration of collective teamwork on a huge scale. Unlike in the US or Europe the car horn here does not seem to be used aggressively and other road users seem to just “get on with it.” As I sit in my car I am somewhat awestruck by how my driver navigates his route (no, there’s no way I am going to drive myself here!) with relative ease. Yesterday we came face to face with several trucks in the middle of the road (and more cows) as we heading from one town to another and yet it all seemed to work smoothly.

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I cannot imagine this sort of holistic driving approach working elsewhere and conversely, I wonder how Indian drivers find the driving in the US or Europe?

~Richard

June 3, 2016 2

On the Pale Ale Route

India Pale Ale, or IPA, is a strongly hopped beer developed in the late 18th century specifically for the East India Company by Allsop brewery from the existing pale ales. The extra hoppiness made it particularly suitable for the long sea voyage to India and it was quickly followed by many other brewers and found f(l)avor with the expats stationed in the subcontinent. Charrington’s first shipment of their India Ale to Madras (modern day Chennai) in 1827 was so successful that a regular trade was soon established.

The original term pale ale comes from the lighter colored beer that was produced by warm fermentation of pale malts that had been predominantly dried coke. Apparently the world’s first pale ale was produced by Bass, which was the best selling beer in the UK and exported throughout the Empire with its distinctive red triangle branding (and Britain’s first trademark!).

How ironic (or simply coincidental) then that the only British beer available to me in the BA lounge on my trip to Chennai tonight is Bass Pale Ale!

Of course my journey, though starting 3000+ miles further west, will be completed in under 24 hours, something those 18th century British merchant sailors would have thought as impossible as they crossed the treacherous ocean to deliver their happy hoppy cargo.

~Richard

May 26, 2016 0

But is it an Agrarian Vacation Schedule?

As we near the end of the school year I was prompted, whilst listening to NPR on the way to work, to compose a rant about the American obsession with not letting go of the old agrarian school calendar and the ludicrously lengthy summer vacation.

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As someone who comes from a different educational culture I have always found the extended break to be problematic. In the UK we are used to having a schedule of six-weeks at school followed by a week or two off school, with a longer 5-6 week break covering the end of July through to early September. This allows kids to “let off steam” throughout the year.

In the US system I have struggled with my children having to continue through the school year with very few breaks* so that they can all be stacked up in the summer. This relentless routine doesn’t seem to allow them any respite time during the year and the summer is a lengthy period which, I am convinced, serves as an opportunity to forget what has been learned.

However, in researching what I considered to be an obsession with a throwback to an agrarian lifestyle, I found that my preconceptions and acceptance of this generally held belief are incorrect. It is oft quoted that we have the whole summer off because of the historical need for children to help on the farms during the times of harvest, however this is apparently not the case. For example, logically the busiest times of the year are the Spring (for crop planting) and the Fall (for harvesting) so letting students out of school during the height of growing season doesn’t really make a lot of sense from a labor-source perspective. In fact, at one point older rural American school systems used to take the students from school during these times and send them back to school during the summer! It is a touch ironic that one reason quoted for the long summer vacation is actually due to increasing American urbanization during the late 19th century and early 20th century rather than the rural lifestyle – the direct opposite of our well-held belief!

Hot summers and lack of air-conditioning made the new cities uncomfortable to remain in and therefore the more prosperous wanted to retreat to the coast or country to escape this situation. Similarly, the urban schools were just too hot for the students to concentrate on their lessons.

There does seem to be more discourse on this subject recently, although a search on the web indicates it has certainly been discussed for decades and, like anything that impacts our “tradition” there will always be staunch supporters to counter any thoughts of reform.

All this being said of course, I still think that US school year needs to be altered so that the students get more, shorter breaks that allow them to recoup their energy and mental faculties. But then, my children are going to be out of the school system in the blink of an eye, so I guess I’ll just grit my teeth for a few more years…

~Richard

* Our Spring Break is now just 3 days in our school district and Christmas break starts on Dec 23rd

May 23, 2016 2

What’s your magic twitter number?

I am not a big twitter user, but I do use this platform to post once a day on average in order to maintain a light presence there. Although I had an account for years I only really started using it relatively recently as a promotion tool for my photography/art website but I do also post other things that pique my interest.

At least that’s how it started. These days my postings are really only back to this blog rather than to my website, so I know I am doing it all wrong from a marketing perspective but, to be honest, it’s probably saying more about
me and how I have developed “on the web” over the last few years. All that being said, for the last 5 months or so I have been keeping an eye on the number of followers that I have accrued, and there’s a pattern. I seem to hover around the same number, only once going above it to my recollection. I drop by up to a dozen followers over the week and then pick up again in a sort of “revolving door” of community.

When I started on this tweeting malarkey I, like many others I suspect, used to follow and unfollow rigorously in a sort of “tit-for-tat” fashion and I suspect that may be what is happening to me – someone follows me and I don’t follow back so they drop me. I do try to follow people back but I have become more discerning these days as I only really want to see tweets that are likely to interest me.

So, I can reveal that my magic twitter number seems to be 1190.

Does anyone else experience the same phenomenon, and if so would you like to share your magic number?

~Richard

May 20, 2016 3

Paraskavedekatriaphobia and more…

Today is Friday the 13th, a day full of fear for those who suffer from triskaidekaphobia, the irrational fear of the number 13, and an extremely rare scrabble word. If that were not enough there is even a subset of quivering individuals who suffer from paraskavedekatriaphobia, specifically the fear of Friday the Thirteenth.*

Personally, I have no issue with superstitions and I find it quaint that people will go out of their way to avoid certain activities or places because of these afflictions. Corporations even pander to this on occasion: how often do you see a room 13 or 1313, or even a floor 13 in some hotels? This of course makes no logical sense and is somewhat called into question when examining such superstitions across the globe. For example 13 in China is considered a lucky number! Go figure the logic…

One other superstition that always amuses me is that associated with the black cat. Again, in some cultures they are considered lucky whereas in others they are seen as harbingers of bad omens, to the extent that they have been persecuted historically.

As an owner (or adopter in modern parlance) of a black cat I offer up an antidote to all this superstition through this depiction of our own roaming feline. Some days are lucky with him, others not so.

Of course for most of the rodents he meets at night it is a very unlucky day indeed …

*pointless factoid – Friday the thirteenth can only occur in a month that starts on a Sunday.

~Richard

May 13, 2016 0

Men’s Health

Tomorrow I need to get stuck like a porcupine as I get myriad vaccinations for a trip to foreign climes that has been sprung on me by my corporate overlords. Unfortunately my records aren’t up to date, and my memory is unreliable for this type of thing so I shall have to have a raft of these to ensure coverage. And yes, as a biologist with some history in medical microbiology and human immunology, I wholeheartedly ascribe to the effectiveness of this tried and tested preventative medicine as exemplified by Jenner back in the late 18th Century.

The same cannot be said for the quackery that surrounds the scientifically untested homeopathy, and various other “alternative” or “complementary” therapies which, in my opinion provide only a placebo response at best, but this got me thinking about all those old advertisements for patent medicines that filled the newspapers of the past.

It’s interesting just how many men from the Edwardian era seemed to require remedies from certain types of diseases, some real and others not so much 😉

Oh how things have changed… or have they?

~Richard

May 12, 2016 0

Patently Obvious?

It always amazes me that there is a regular and consistent market for framed patent drawings from bygone years. I wonder if it is a fascination with technical drawings, or perhaps just a sense of nostalgic escape from our modern technology-filled world. Perhaps it would even explain the rise of the concept of “steam punk” over the last few decades. I mention this only because I recently stumbled across the novel “The Difference Engine,” which is a collaboration between William Gibson and Bruce Sterling. I am unfamiliar with the writings of Sterling but this seems to me to be a big departure form Gibson’s usual mind-bending, cerebral work.

Anyhow, this prompted me to resurrect the patent drawing of George Stephenson’s Locomotive nearly 200 years ago, which I have tidied up a bit.

~Richard

May 10, 2016 0

Happy Mother’s Day

Back in March I wrote a post on Mothering Sunday for my UK friends. Now it is the turn for my American friends: Happy Mother’s Day!

~Richard

May 8, 2016 0

Can the Old Dog Learn New Tricks?

I have set myself a really steep challenge this week. I promised to help my daughter with a math assignment. Shouldn’t be a big deal, I just have to learn how to program in Java in order to be able to advise and assist her!

Although I am reasonably “tech savvy” and handy with most office applications it has been a really long time since I did any proper programming, so this is quite a challenge. In fact since my last programming was in BASIC back in 1988 a lot has changed. And I mean a lot…

For example, back in the late ’80s the only Java I knew of was through reference to the 1969 film, “Krakatoa, East of Java”. We didn’t even refer to coffee as java! (Starbucks didn’t exist in the UK then, either). In fact it was a full 7 years after I finished my MSc, in 1995, that James Gosling designed this object oriented language which, over the following 20 years became one of the most popular programming languages in use.

Duke, the Java mascot Copyright © Sun Microsystems Inc

So, to answer the question posed – can the old dog learn new tricks? Well, time will tell, but I’m having a good try! I have taken a short break from my cramming and experimentation, reading “Java for Dummies” and conferencing with my daughter. I have a fair grasp of how it all works, on a superficial level at least, and I understand the logic of what needs to be done. And yes, it’s going to be a challenge.

Much to the surprise of my family I am actually enjoying this and I think I will even try to develop this further after my immediate needs are complete. Oddly, it brings back memories of late nights working the College of Aeronautics honing my BASIC programming for calculating crop sprayer flow rates for different nozzle sizes before popping out to the student bar for a quick pint.

Who would have guessed than nearly 30 years later I would be doing similar on another continent with my daughter? I just hope that I still have sufficient grey matter in the old noggin to complete this!

~Richard

April 10, 2016 3

Fox and Hens

It’s odd how things work out. Since last year we have kept three Buff Orpington hens in our garden. They have a lovely chicken coop which sits snug inside a chicken run that I built for them, all safe and secure. Around the property I have a few anti-predator lights that work at night and also we have a couple of dogs that like to mark their territory in the yard too. We also like to let the chickens out to range freely over the property and they do a good job of clearing insects and, more importantly, those evil Lyme-disease carrying ticks that are prevalent in this area (that’s another story).

Anyhow, today we experienced a late season snowfall (hopefully the last) so we let the chickens out earlier that usual, before there was too much accumulation. We keep an eye on them periodically and by sure luck, happened to get up from breakfast and look out of the front window to see one of the hens running quickly in front of the window – closely followed by a fox!

We banged on the glass, hollered and ran to get out into the yard and the fox “legged it,” as we would say, across the property. Thankfully, a quick check of the hen revealed no harm done, and confirmed the others were safe and sound too.

It was a truly comical, yet simultaneously scary sight to see this fox chase in such a classic pose – a plump golden chicken being chased by a sly red fox! The fox was a beautiful specimen and I am guessing we must have disturbed it just before it got into full stride, as I cannot see how our hen could possibly outrun this determined hunter.

Unserendipitously (is there such a word?) the wildlife camera that I have had set up there wasn’t in place as I took it down for some building work, so we only have our memories of it, but for the three of us who were only a few feet away it was an amazing thing to see nature at work. I’m just glad it ended happily.

We have not had issues with foxes before so I wonder it if was because the coating of snow meant that our red hens contrasted with the white snow so much that the fox could easily target them and risk coming close to the house. We live in a wooded area and there’s usually a lot of leaf litter and other ground cover that may allow some sort of camouflage.

Anyway it was certainly an unusual way to start the day, and one I don’t want to repeat. It will certainly made me appreciate tomorrow’s breakfast eggs from “the girls” a little more than usual!

160409_Fox — NOT the aforementioned fox, but a similar beast…

~Richard

April 9, 2016 1

Category: rambling

Rules of the Road and the Culture of Driving

On the Pale Ale Route

But is it an Agrarian Vacation Schedule?

Paraskavedekatriaphobia and more…

*pointless factoid – Friday the thirteenth can only occur in a month that starts on a Sunday.

Men’s Health

Patently Obvious?

Happy Mother’s Day

Can the Old Dog Learn New Tricks?

Fox and Hens

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