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We’re out of mime

There seems to be a bit of a word collision going on with the words mimetic and memetic. We are going to need to sort this out once and for all. Mimetic already means two things. The first is a study of the way in which animals imitate each other. So if you get a man in to study why your parrot is saying “Polly wants a cracker” then the guy is studying mimetics.

But what would happen if instead of studying the parrot, he was working out how much water would be left in the bird’s drink bowl after a certain amount of time? Well, he’d still be using mimetics. Because to work out the flow of water through a permeable membrane you can’t do all of the equations simultaneously, so you have to work out one equation that represents one bit of it and say, sort of, all of these other equations are a bit like this. The process of using these copycat equations is called mimetics too!

But what about memetics? Well, that’s the study of memes. You know those things where people ask each other to answer a series of blog questions and then they tag their friends to do the same. If you study those, then you are studying memetics. Actually memes are about more than just those strange things on blogs. They are about anything that sweeps the zeitgeist. A meme is any way in which an idea spreads around the world. They were proposed by Richard Dawkins and are, to his mind, the idea equivalent of natural selection. And the concept is about how an idea copies itself. So if the man is asking the parrot what its twitter handle is, it may well be to find out if the twitter meme has reached the parrot yet and so he would probably be studying memetics.

But there is one word missing from all of these. What if the man stops concentrating on the parrot and then decides to run on the spot? What if he suddenly seems to be stuck in an invisible box? What if he’s studying mime? What’s the word for that? There doesn’t seem to be one. But I’m going to guess that it’s going to be mimetics or memetics and I’m not sure that’s wise. I think those words might be full.

This is the third of a four part continuing story on Gamboling. Click here to read part 1 and part 2, check back next Friday for the final instalment, but only after you’ve read part 3 of “The Empty Vessel”.

Kurt’s legs felt like they had bursts of flames mixing with the blood pumping through them. Kurt was trying to force them way beyond their now-enfeebled power. Mixed with the pain was the name of Director Smith. He had spent all of this time protecting his name. But now there was a chance for freedom he could pursue his own agenda. Smith had sent him out here to this hell. Now Kurt would pay him back. As long as he could concentrate.

He couldn’t keep running along these corridors, he didn’t know where he was going. They would catch him. He needed to get out of their normal view.

He kept jogging down the corridor, looking in the windows of each room. Each room was an empty replica of where he had been kept in that bed. Suddenly one room looked different, like a store cupboard. He opened the door and entered the room. If it was for storing things, they must have been out of stock. It was almost completely empty.

In the middle of the floor of the room was a hatch with a round wheel locking it to the floor. Kurt set to work turning the wheel. Now his arms began to ache. He got it unlocked, heaved the hatch open, grabbed a torch from the shelf and started to climb down the stairs. Before he closed the hatch he turned on the torch and gripped it in his mouth.

As he climbed down the ladder he was trying to decide which way he would go at the bottom. This could be the most important decision, but how could he decide? Perhaps by dropping a hair and seeing which way the breeze took it? Air heads towards where it is fresh. He got to the bottom and reached for a hair only to remember they had shaved his head.

He looked down at his feet he could feel a small trickle of water. He decided to follow the water. Hopefully it was running out.

He started crawling. Crawling to freedom. Crawling back to Director Smith.

Tune in next week for the final part of “The Empty Vessel”.

Moving Day

So today, being a Thursday, is supposed to be all about the archives and in many ways it is. Gamboling has today moved from blogger to wordpress. This means there has been a bit of a spruce up. You will probably have to change your feed reader to point somewhere else.

Practically it does mean that finally the 2003 / 2004 archive will be moved into the main body of the site. I am working on that at the moment.

Loads of links have probably broken. If something is broken and you spot it then simply let me know.

Just one quick thing to mention… there are a LOT of posts! Crazy.

After a gig one night, I was sitting in a chip shop with the lead singer of a band. We’d come here because at the time there were very few late licenced venues. All of London would close at eleven – remember that? Madness. That will be one of those things that generations to come won’t believe. Just as I couldn’t believe it when my great aunt recounted to me the introduction of electricity in her house. She had been alive before you had electricity in your house – unbelievable.

Anyway, this chip shop would sell you cans of beer to drink at the table, so we bought a stack and sat down. The lead singer wasn’t from the UK, so there was easy small talk about how things were different here than back home.

She talked about some of the more obvious differences between Iceland and here. Finally I decided to ask her, what was her favourite thing from the UK? She thought for a second, and then I could see that she had decided.

Her favourite thing was the History Channel + 1. The channel that shows what was on the history channel an hour ago. “Why,” I asked, “is that your favourite thing?”

“Because,” she said, “it’s the history of the History Channel, live.”

This is the continuing series of questions for you in the comments, here’s how it works. I’ll ask you a question, and you either answer in the comments or on your own blog and drop a link to the post.

Question:

What’s your favourite thing about one of your appliances?

We hopefully all have one of these little things that makes us smile when we use it each and every time. I like things which just work, of course, but I often really like things that just work but do so with a cool little flourish. So what’s yours?

Here’s my answer:

Mine is, I think, the neatness of the vacuum power cord whizzy recoiling device. I know it’s pretty standard. But it works well, and I’m often surprised that more things don’t have them.

So what is your favourite thing about one of your appliances?

Italian restaurants

We currently don’t have an Italian restaurant and it worries me. Well, of course, that’s not exactly true. Senor Grilli on Goodge Street in central London has been a regular haunt of mine since 1998. At our old flat, we had a great one, Aldo’s, but we moved away and it went out of business – this may be related. But since we’ve moved – nothing local.

Why is this important? Well, I’m not entirely sure, but it is to me. All of my life there have been places I’ve been where people know who you are when you walk in the door. And always these places have been Italian. Perhaps this is related to spending some of my formative years in New Jersey.

If I go into Signor Grilli, John asks me how I’ve been. Aldo and I are friends on Facebook. There’s something comforting about it. It’s related to that line in the Billy Joel song, “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”.

“I’ll meet you any time you want at our Italian restaurant.”

There’s something homely and comforting about it. You can meet somebody there and just have a beer while you wait, nobody is going to mind. And somebody might even keep you company.

There’s a place down the hill that we’ve seen but haven’t been to yet. Maybe that’s the place? I’ll let you know.

This is the second of a four part continuing story on Gamboling. Click here to read part 1, check back next Friday for the next instalment, but only after you’ve read part 2 of “The Empty Vessel”.

Kurt is falling. Air rushing past him. Instinctively, he puts his arms out to protect himself and he wakes up. He can’t move his arms, they are lashed to his body.

“Good Morning, Kurt,” says a female voice. He can’t see who is talking to him.

All Kurt can see is a massive screen that is suspended from the ceiling above him. It starts playing images over and over. He closes his eyes, an electric shock shoots up from the base of his spine. His eyes open again and he remembers. He wonders why Director Smith sent him here. Kurt knows nothing about this place. Why was he sent here? He tries to remember why Director Smith sent him.

He hasn’t felt thirsty or hungry for days and Kurt has forgotten that he ever was hungry. The only basic function that hasn’t been taken from him is sleep.

The images play into his mind all day. He has to close his eyes just to stop them drying out. Just for a second each time but the electric shocks hurt so much.

The screen is turned off. He sleeps.

Kurt is falling. Air rushing past him. Instinctively, he puts his arms out to protect himself and he wakes up. Something is different. His left arm. It’s up. Somehow it has come free.

The voice comes, “Keep still, Kurt, someone will be there to assist you shortly.”

Kurt feels with his free hand for the belt that’s holding down his right arm. With a hard yank it is free. More belts come flying off and his legs are free. He rips off his gag, the most satisfying of all.

“Kurt, please remain calm, there is no need to move. You will be attended to shortly.”

There is a siren going off in the background of the tannoy announcement. As she stops talking, everything falls silent. Everything is silent except for Kurt ripping the sheets off. He carefully detatches the surgical pipes. There seem to be short lengths of pipe that are going into him. He leaves them in, but disconnects the longer pipes they are attached to. He swings his legs down off the bed, they feel tired.

His white shirt and shorts look slighty discoloured from his sweat. He stands up.

“Please move no further, Kurt, and we will not have to correct you.”

Kurt ran for the door. His muscles screaming already. How long had they let him atrophy in that bed?

He opened the door to the room. A series of hospital corridors. He could hear something approaching in the distance. He ran in the oppostie direction. The cold floor felt good on his bare feet. It felt real.

Tune in next week for part three of four of “The Empty Vessel”.

Thursdays are archive day on Gamboling at the moment. I have tried to come up with a solution that can highlight some of the short stories from the archives. For that I am going to be recording an audio version of a story featured in The Book With The Missing First Page (still available from Amazon) as the last archive of each month. Today’s short story is ‘A game of cat and mouse’.

There is something I love about random management phrases. I mean obviously I don’t like to actually use them, because they sound totally mad and often they really confuse the issue. However there are two words to do with the areas of your control and expertise that I really like.

The first is wheelhouse. It’s the name of the room where the captain of a ship stands. Literally, I guess, the room that houses the wheel of the ship. And this one is something you want more things in really. People say, “hey that’s right in Alex’s wheelhouse”. Well they don’t because they don’t use any of the cool phrases at my work, they just ask me to “action the pre-meeting”. But that’s what they would say to mean, “that’s right up Alex’s street”. It’s sort of about it being in your comfort zone, but comfort zone sounds a bit too wimpy. It’s actually used in baseball a lot to suggest that the ball was thrown to the place that the batsman really likes to hit from. So I guess you want more people to think that such-and-such will be in your wheelhouse.

Now bailiwick is the other word I like. Technically, this comes from the world of bailiffs and still exists in that world today. It means essentially ‘area of jurisdiction’. And of course, you might think, you as a young thrusting person would like to have more things under your control, the phrase is seldom used that way. It’s really used to explain what you aren’t in control of. Somebody says to you, “hey Alex, can you take this broom and sweep up the kitchen?”, you have to turn to this person and say, “I’m sorry Sir, but that’s not my bailiwick”. Basically, it’s a fancy way of telling somebody to shove off while also explaining that it’s “not my problem”. Of course I have never really used it [not at work, anyway - Ed] because it would make you sound like a mad person.

So while I fear those who freely use phrases such as, “We need to pro-actively seek to add value going forward”, I secretly also want the freedom to pepper my dialogue with these really cool words. Sadly, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Perhaps saying such words isn’t in my wheelhouse?

This is the continuing series of questions for you in the comments, here’s how it works. I’ll ask you a question, and you either answer in the comments or on your own blog and drop a link to the post.

Question:

The five whys of why you like the internet.

Now this might need some explaining. Toyota apparently run a lot of their business on the theory that simply asking why once isn’t enough. If I say “my car will not start” and you say, “why” and I say “the battery is dead” then you may be left with the impression that the battery is at fault. But apparently this is all wrong. Here’s a sample conversation from wikipedia:

My car will not start. (the problem)

1. Why? – The battery is dead. (first why)
2. Why? – The alternator is not functioning. (second why)
3. Why? – The alternator belt has broken. (third why)
4. Why? – The alternator belt was well beyond its useful service life and has never been replaced. (fourth why)
5. Why? – I have not been maintaining my car according to the recommended service schedule. (fifth why, a root cause)

Crazy huh? Well anyway. I want us to do the same for why we like the internet. The point is not to list five things that you like about the internet, but to go deeper each time into whatever you said in the previous answer.

Hopefully my answer will help you with yours.

Here’s my answer:

1. Why do you like the internet? – Because it is an amazing communications tool.
2. Why do you like that? – Because it lets you sometimes talk to everyone, and sometimes just focus on one person.
3. Why do you like that? – Because I can find my friends and talk directly to them and make new friends by talking to lots.
4. Why do you like that? – Because communication is at the heart of us all and I don’t know my neighbors.
5. Why do you like that? – Because it far more likely you’ll meet people you like if you use the whole world (rather than your road) as your starting point.

So what are your five whys of why you like the internet?

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