Someone is ready for Ikea…
But no, I had to find out for myself. I tested the script by printing, the script ran and moved the document from one queue to another. An error message appeared in the queue, the print showed as 1 page, it stuck at rendering about 550kb out of 1.5mb, then nothing. I cleared the error and kept working on the script.
What I didn’t know was that on the copier the print was sent to it churned out 1000 pages of print error – those irritating one line, ‘gobbledygook’ characters of text.
Someone happened upon the copier, laboring under my insanity for infinity, and turned it off.
No one reported it – which is typical.
Another day in printer hell.
So, I was on my usual horse today. I wasn’t dreading it as much as I thought I was and the lesson went okay after a shaky start. It was 9am – first lesson of the day, first lesson for the horse as well and she takes a bit to get going.
I felt better cantering today on her than I have over the past couple of months. My brain shut down in September and I had a really difficult time with even cantering in a controlled way. It felt so dispiriting because back in July I started to jump and did it at a canter so to lose all of that progress killed me.
Keeping my heels down is what I need to really work on. I did do my pilates exercise for riding when I came home to stretch my legs. I know I need to work on lengthening my calf/thigh muscles so my weight falls into my heels better.
This coming Sunday’s Homeland episode is titled Gerontion. What does that mean, I wondered and discovered it is a T S Eliot poem with a ton of meaning about aging, historical truths and how that alters/changes, religious symbolism etc etc.
The wiki reference to the line ‘wilderness of mirrors’ has apparently been adopted by the spy trope so I’m guessing the Homeland episode relates to Saul and how he is feeling the changes in the CIA, his age and place in that ever changing structure.
Sounds interesting – I can’t wait to see it.
Woke up to rain
Walked to work in the rain
Listened to the rain on the roof at work all day
Left work in the rain
A downpour hits before bedtime – rain pounds every side of the house
Fall asleep listening to rain against the window
Cold November Rain
We’re reading Candide by Voltaire on our Literature course.
The philosophy it deals with – be happy because things are as they should be in the world – has made me think. Voltaire talks about – well, what is a world – my world, your world, the world – are different places considered different worlds.
I also think the play on names is interesting – like Candide – which means white – or blank page and Candide’s philosophy teacher was called Pangloss which is a combination of Greek words – Pan (all) Gloss (tongue) – all tongue – all talk.
As I worked through computer problems today – all laptops had to be reconnected to the new wifi / the software company trying to remote install software on a server kept receiving an error they told me to get sorted before they could proceed. So, was it all meant to be? Was it all as it should be? All through the issues I kept thinking back to Candide and wondering – is it worth getting upset about just because this is how the cards fell today? Yesterday everything worked – today, it didn’t.
There is a bit of ‘que sera sera’ about it all but I like how I thought about the book rather than getting upset about things not going to plan.
We’ll see how long that accepting attitude lasts!
Went back to work today after a week off. I love days when a lot of bulk gets done.
We sorted out the music PCs – after 3 long weeks of rebuilding, testing software, failing, trying again. Then, finally, success! They are all hooked up to the Yamaha midi keyboards and they all work.
Trial wifi was put into a couple of rooms and I’m excited to see how that pans out with multiple user logons happening all at once.
And we sorted out a giant mess of cables in our bugbear IT room – all cables off the floor and hidden underneath the tables in trays.
I’m hoping we’ve turned the corner with all the niggles and troubles that have been plaguing us for the past 8 weeks.
It’s been nearly a year since we received the funding for the IT upgrade project so to have come this far in a year should be celebrated. I want time to appreciate the grind of the past year.
So, it happened again – 18 months after the first time. I leaned over to place a spoon in the dishwasher and did something to my back. Same spot – left hand side. It doesn’t hurt as bad as the first time though, which is a massive relief.
What now – I know I need to get back on the exercise regime – I’ve been slacking off over the last two months. I’ve lost focus with exercise. Over the summer I had been doing yoga and pilates but that seemed to fall away in September when work got busy, I work longer now and I started my next uni course.
I need to make time for it, no excuses. It’s the only way my back/core is going to get stronger and I
need that for horse riding as well.
As for now, time for more ibuprofen…
In my first essay on the Duchess of Malfi, we have to consider how we would stage one of the scenes. In researching this it has turned my mind to lighting in tv, film and plays.
Drive was the first movie I watched where the lighting really struck me. I found it fascinating to learn about the deliberate use of lighting in film, how props and costumes are considered and used in telling the story, and the colors used in sets. In Drive is was very blue, red or yellow. I watched Only God Forgives on Thursday and was again struck by the use of color – the heavy red lighting used with the American family and how the retired Thai cop never entered that sphere of red light but remained in white light – occasionally cast in a pinkish red glow when coming into contact with Julian or his mother. Julian becomes less ‘red’ as the movie goes on and in the fight scene with the Thai cop ends up being lit the same. There was also pink in the movie and I’m still trying to work that out – is it being lit in pink or wearing pink signified the character could go either way, ambivalence?
Breaking Bad, Moonrise Kingdom, Utopia were other shows/films where the lighting or color significance struck me. There is a whole article about the color of Breaking Bad.
It’s interesting to find out about and has definitely made my essay more interesting to write and research.
So I experienced two things today – one was finishing the book I have to read for my university course. The book is called Oroonoko by Aphra Behn and is one of the first novels written. It was written by a woman in the 1600s and is about an African prince who becomes enslaved by the English. It starts off as a tale about the Prince being in love with Imoinda, a beautiful young woman. Imoinda also catches the eye of the King (Oroonoko’s grandfather) and is brought into the King’s court to become his newest ‘wife’.
This was kind of an interesting read and reminded me of all the other love triangle tales of this time and before. But (isn’t there always) the story takes a turn and Oroonoko ends up being enslaved and taken to England. Behn then sort of whips the story around about her adventure to India with Oroonoko (who obviously fascinated her) and this goes on until we finally get back on track with the love story and its tragic end.
It seemed all over the place and I found it hard going. I hope when we go through the workbook and tutorial something is said about the narrative jumping around to the India adventure. She did say in the book she wanted to show Oroonoko’s character but she had already painted him as this honorable, intelligent, regal prince. I didn’t really need to know about the whole India adventure and him killing tigers.
The second thing that happened today was watching more episodes of Catfish. I didn’t think I would be so sucked in by it and although some of the episodes are pretty same-y (how many times are we going to see someone being catfished by their own gender – seems very common), I am completely hooked 😉
It is heartening to see the people who have been conned acting so rationally toward the ‘fisher. I thought for sure one young woman was going to be vile but she turned out to be okay. Considering how hurtful and shocking it must be to be conned this way, people have reacted very magnanimously – is it because there are cameras there so they don’t show their true reactions or are people really able to rise above all the hurt and crazy just heaped onto them. I wonder how I would feel (and I hope I never have to find out!)
The ‘fishers usually seem to be hiding their true selves for whatever reason – trying to make a connection, trying to be someone else because they don’t feel comfortable with their own looks, trying to escape their lives.
I enjoyed Catfish over Oroonoko. Both of these aren’t helping me finish my first assignment due on the 7th about the Duchess of Malfi.
Is it all tragedy at the moment?