Better Than Any Screensaver

Every night as the sun goes down, the starlings of Brighton’s West Pier do their amazing evening dance around the hulk of the burnt-out structure. They’ve been there for as long as anyone can remember. After the fire in 2003 they took a while to come back, but return they did. And now they guard the ruins of this once beautiful building.

They fly in tight formation every night, swooping and diving in their hundreds, possibly thousands. Their fluid mass bends and distorts seemingly at random, but with an amazing unity and power. Occasionally the flock gets separated, as the split second synchronisation breaks down for a few moments. Before long, the two clusters re-join and the temporary rebellion is absorbed back into the flock.

Each bird is an individual creature which controls its own flight. Yet the instinct to fly as a flock is overwhelming and this nightly spectacle is the captivating result. It’s always different, yet always the same. you can watch it for ages. Better than any screensaver.

After watching the birds for what seemed like an eternity on Sunday evening, I turned around to see dozens of my own kind all standing in unison on Brighton beach, all gazing out to sea as one.

Then I climbed back on my bike and weaved my way home through the hundreds of cars queueing to get out of Brighton for their migration back to London after the sunny weekend.

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Flying Away

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8.22am on a Sunday morning. Each one of these vapour trails is a plane. And each plane holds a few hundred people leaving Gatwick and heading south-east for mainland Europe or beyond.

Thousands of people. Thousands of far-away adventures beginning in the sky above Brighton on a chilly February morning.

We know that we need to reduce air travel, for the sake of our planet. But is the answer really to tax the poor out of being able to travel, so foreign experiences become the preserve of the wealthy once again?

Let’s get more into travelling by other means, so we can all keep having adventures.

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Critical Mass

Last Friday I found myself in London at Critical Mass, the monthly bike ride and display of urban cycling solidarity that has been around for well over a decade in cities across the world.

The simple philosophy is to celebrate, once a month, the freedom and fun of cycling without the fear that usually accompanies urban riding. In practice, this means a couple of hours where the cars of a city have to submit to the relaxed pace of a group of cyclists as the tables are turned on a habitually difficult relationship.

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Critical Mass has no leaders and no set route. It is not an organised protest in the purest sense, but a gathering of cyclists who all happen to be riding the same way, in no particular hurry. This essential anarchy is at once makes Critical Mass such a beautiful, yet such a problematic thing. Not everyone who takes part is there for the same reasons as each other, which makes it hard to know whether a given Critical Mass will feel like a relaxed evening with friends or a tense experience under the eyes of the police, ever present at most cities’ Critical Mass rides.

Predictably, there are delays for motorised traffic. On a good day, these delays are brief and everyone gets to where they are going. Smiles and waves are traded between cyclists, pedestrians and sometimes even motorists.

On a bad day, when the flow and ‘buzz’ of Critical Mass isn’t working as well as it should, there is aggression, frayed tempers and legal problems. It’s a shame, as this should be a celebration of positivity, not a chance for cyclists to alienate other road users.

January 2007’s London CM was not the best in terms of atmosphere and interaction between riders, police and public. After a couple of hours, I no longer felt the ride was positive, so I rode off towards Stoke Newington where I knew Kate had a pint waiting for me.

But for the first hour or so after the mass of bikes set off from its customary meeting point at the National Theatre, it was a joy to be back in London on two wheels – not easy now that Southern Trains are enforcing their restrictive policy towards carriage of bikes.

The highlight of the evening was, without a doubt, the most amazing sound system I have ever seen on a Critical Mass ride. On Critical Mass it is usual to see a couple of speakers and a small amplifier lashed to a shopping bike, providing music to help create the ride’s all-important sense of fun.

Occasionally, an enthusiast pushes the boat out, with a professional sound set-up mounted on a trailer or load carrier.

But Friday’s ride was accompanied by the amazing sound of three load-carrying bikes, connected wirelessly, sharing seven speakers and a 3m towable ‘sound cannon’, filling the streets with music.

These brief videos give only a suggestion of the amazing atmosphere created by this impressive use of technology.

Links:
Critical Mass on Wikipedia
Critical Mass on Flickr
Critical Mass in London
Critical Mass in Brighton
AV2Hire – The guys behind the superb mobile sound system.

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Howies vs. We-We

I’m fairly new to marketing. I’ve been to only a couple of seminars and read only a few of the myriad websites, blogs and magazine articles that rush before my eyes. There are a hell of a lot of words out there…

A lot of it makes a lot of sense. A lot of it is common sense dressed up in fancy words.

And some of it is bullshit posing as common sense, hoping that no-one sees through the disguise.

I went to a seminar about email marketing. There were many buzzwords. Lots of jargon. Each time the guy running the show came out with one of his killer points, most of his audience nodded appreciatively.

At one point he mentioned the We-We Test. Everyone nodded. “Never ever talk about yourself when emailing a customer!” proclaimed the marketing guru. “Customers hate it. You must always tell them about how their needs and their lives will be improved by your product. Go through your marketing copy and count the number of times you say ‘we’. Then reduce it as much as you can.” He didn’t need to insist; everyone accepted this as an unquestionable truth.

One of the strongest brands I know is howies, the clothing company based in south Wales. They do a superb job of marketing their (not inexpensive) products by selling the idea of themselves, their experiences and their culture. Their website is full of their thoughts and opinions. It’s great.

howies’ emails talk you like a friend, and tell you how excited they are about their designs. Their blog (they call it a community) is a constant babble of their people’s daily ideas, jokes, trials and wisdom.

howies’ copy hardly ever talks to ‘you’. It is too busy talking about ‘us’. What ‘we’ are thinking, how far ‘we’ have ridden our bikes and what music ‘we’ have been listening to.

A randomly picked page from their site is made up of an alarming 87.5% We-We, according to this online test. By the apparent accepted wisdom of the ‘We-We Test’, Howies are abject failures.

But they are a roaring success, expanding all the time and recently announcing a partnership with Timberland. And howies continue to command a hefty premium for their clothes. Partly because they are very good clothes, but largely because of the perceived fun and honesty of their brand and the intimacy we feel when we read about their surfing, dog-walking, tree-planting, cake-baking, t-shirt-designing lives.

I want to be part of their gang, so I will happily read about what they’ve been up to and what they’ve been thinking. That is far more exciting than boring little me.

But I still can’t afford their jeans.

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Still Waters Run Cold

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Yesterday was the coldest day of the winter so far in England. Northerly winds brought cool arctic air down to Europe. The unusual offshore wind in Brighton creates a beautiful peace and tranquility on the water. Which, on the coldest day of the year, made the act of entering the water an excruciating experience.

‘Big wave’ days may present their own swimming challenge, but at least there is no escaping the cold water as it jumps up at you like an enormous playful puppy.

On cold, still days, one must consciously lower oneself into the icy water, step by step, especially at low tide, when Brighton’s beach remains shallow for a long way.

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Pigeon-Proofing Our World

Is it my imagination or has every building in urban Britain developed some kind of odd infection? A sort of rash, characterised by thousands and thousands of spikes covering every visible horizontal surface above head height?

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In the love/hate relationship between the British pigeon (friend or vermin?) and the British public (friend or vermin?), these ‘anti-roost spikes’ are seen as the primary tool with which to spare our shopping malls of excessive avian poop.

Everywhere you look, the lines of any town centre building are serrated by these awkward-looking additions to the urban horizon. They look intrinsically uncomfortable, reminding you at every glance that they were glued there as an apologetic afterthought to the building’s design.

The effect is particularly sad when seen on buildings in the ‘High-Tech’ style. An architect designs and builds a structure with neat, crisp industrial lines, then builders cover it with spikes so it looks like a bizarre enormous birthday cake covered in candles. Many, many candles.

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You have to consider whether you’d prefer to tolerate the extra pigeon crap than these peculiar spikes breeding on every near-horizontal surface on every building. How about taking the cost of installing these spikes and putting it towards the salary of a guy with a shovel…

Other than that labour-intensive option, what can we do? There must be a better way. It’s a long while since I was studying architecture but I hope that somewhere some building design experts are hard at work coming up with less visually offensive means of reducing the perceived tendency of pigeons to perch upon our buildings and shit on our heads.

The local council in Kingston-upon-Thames considered the employ of a marksman with which to dispatch pigeons and reduce their menace to the public. The resultant response in the public comments section of the Surrey Comet website article has to be one of the most humorous reads on the internet.

Of course, the best way to reduce the amount of pigeons occupying our towns is to stop feeding them. The litter and discarded food which gathers in every corner of our urban environment is what encourages our feathered rivals to compete for our living space. And, of course, we need to literally stop feeding them, as some eccentrics see fit to do. (Not only pigeons, but seagulls benefit from the generosity of certain Brighton eccentrics)

So until we change our habits, we are forced either to tolerate the hungry birds or get used to the ubiquitous spikes – surely a great way to make buildings look stupid, destroy intimacy and ruin high-tech architecture.

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Brighton Goes Off

A big day in Brighton.

Big weather, big waves. Not really a morning for swimming!

Here’s a video of how things are looking from the roof of the Neilson office in Brighton Marina:

The shakiness of the picture is a clue as to the difficulty I encountered while trying to stand upright on the roof of a three-storey building in 50 knot winds.

The weather is just one item on the long list of things that make Brighton such a great place to be. When it’s sunny, we get beautiful warm weather with beach barbecues and lazy bike rides on the South Downs. And when the storms come, the ferocious winds and enormous seas batter the seafront and remind us about the power of the elements. It’s amazing.

Amazing, but damn hard to ride a bike in a straight line…

To see how Brighton is looking right now, have a look at the webcam and weather summary in my sidebar.

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Semicolons

“Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.”

Kurt Vonnegut, (1922 – 2007)

Kurt Vonnegut is a wise man. I read one of his books a while ago, but I’d like to make the time for more of his words.

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Sand In My Shoes

Sand in my shoes

A while ago I was at my parents’ house clearing out some stuff I’d left at their place. I found a pair of shoes I’d forgotten I owned. The last time I wore these shoes was in 2000, during one of several seasons I spent working as a mountain bike guide in the Mediterranean.

As I took them out of the cupboard and inspected them for wearability, a stream of fine sand poured out of one of the shoes and onto the floor. It was sand from Finikounda, the beautiful Greek village which was my home for two magnificent summers a few years ago. As I looked at the sand, memories came flooding back. The people I met, the thousand of miles I rode, the days and evenings spent on the sandy beach. Amazing summers I’ll never forget.

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I brought the shoes home, with some more clothes and books that I’d retrieved from my parents’ cupboards. And I started wearing them again.

In their second life, these shoes from my past have become part of my present, as I wear them for my seafront ride to work each morning. They used to spend their days sitting on a toolbox in a dusty bike shed in rural Greece. Now they spend office hours drying on the heated towel rail by the shower in our office.

Brighton’s harsh winter weather has removed any trace of Finikounda. Mediterranean sand has been replaced with the salt of the English Channel.

Like a song from your past that you listen to too much, these shoes have now lost their association with Greek summers. They are now the shoes of the British winter.

I have more than shoes from that particular year in Greece. Some of friends I made that summer are now among my closest, six years later.

I’ve still got sand in my shoes
And I can’t shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would’ve been confused but
I wanna see you again

(I know Dido really isn’t considered to be cool these days, but that doesn’t stop this song making me smile when I hear it…)

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Me at work one afternoon in 2000 – picture courtesy of Rick Meakin.

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Macworld – All you need to know…


Steve Jobs.
How does he do it?

Once a year, he gets up on a stage in San Francisco, in his jeans and baggy grey roll-neck, and absorbs the adulation of the masses as he tells us what he and his busy workers at Apple have been dreaming up.

All over the world, millions of Mac fans pore over websites, eagerly monitoring his every revelation like disciples hanging on the words of a religious guru.

Here, courtesy of MacRumors.com, are the abridged (yet genuine) highlights from Steve Jobs’ Macworld keynote presentation:

9:08 am – crowds cheer
9:14 am – Steve on stage
9:14 am – heavy applause
9:21 am – growth, now sell more than amazon – applause
9:22 am – applause
9:42 am – widescreen ipod
9:42 am – crowd goes wild
9:42 am – mobile phone
9:43 am – crowd goes wild again
9:43 am – shows comedy picture
9:43 am – crowd laughs
9:49 am – shows software
9:49 am – applause
9:59 am – it is very fast, just like on a laptop
9:59 am – applause
10:02 am – best ipod they ever made
10:02 am – applause
10:08 am – just touch to add callers
10:08 am – crowd is impressed
10:21 am – full screen view or preview mail
10:21 am – crowd impressed
10:27 am – presses a button and calls starbucks
10:27 am – orders 4000 latte’s[sic] to go – crowd laughs
10:37 am – crowd begging steve for iphone

That’s as far as it had got when I starting writing, but no doubt if I had continued watching, it would have gone something like:

10:41 am – Steve unveils another clever gadget
10:41 am – crowd goes wild again
10:45 am – demonstration of ‘on’ button
10:45 am – crowd goes absolutely mental
10:51
am – Steve cracks a joke about Windows
10:52 am – sound of manic laughter fills San Francisco
10:59 am – price of shiny gadget will be $199
10:59 am – widespread pandemonium in crowd
11:01 am – woman climbs onto stage bearing sick child, begging for laying on of Steve’s hands
11:07 am – child cured
11:08 am – crowd fall to knees in adoration
11:09 am – the clouds part and Steve is raised into heaven…

What a guy…

Update –
Just saw this on the BBC News website’s Macworld report:

“Outside the building, BBC News Online happened upon Steve Wozniak, the co-founder of Apple, who was leaving the keynote on his Segway transportation device. “

Superb.

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