The Daily Mumble

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153962552008-07-23T12:12:27.196+01:00Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comBlogger823125http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif227529http://www.feedburner.comThis is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-43049613962423638052008-07-22T20:15:00.002+01:002008-07-22T20:19:01.694+01:00Live from the Little Chef on the M6 heading south from Sheffield... some shots from today's graduation ceremony. Well done all of us. Thanks Sheffield! <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2693652500/" title="seas on the steps_9125 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2693652500_9c1a6f89f3_o.jpg" width="420" alt="seas on the steps_9125" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2693650870/" title="joseph graduation ceremony_9102 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/2693650870_1a1ff55007_o.jpg" width="420" alt="joseph graduation ceremony_9102" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2693651726/" title="joseph and twinkle graduation_9119 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2693651726_8984705e36_o.jpg" height="420" alt="joseph and twinkle graduation_9119" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2692839587/" title="joseph anne peter twinkle_9148 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2692839587_56c9a14c01_o.jpg" width="420" alt="joseph anne peter twinkle_9148" /></a><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=p2ECbJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=p2ECbJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=YWAAOJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=YWAAOJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=JGBwHJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=JGBwHJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=KdVZpJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=KdVZpJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=6UsDuj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=6UsDuj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/graduation-photos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-45673202565410070252008-07-21T16:33:00.003+01:002008-07-21T17:04:42.237+01:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2689397454/" title="twinkle and joseph_9018 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3052/2689397454_8b6ddd8e99_o.jpg" width="420" alt="twinkle and joseph_9018" /></a> The past couple of days have started to see a change in the relationship between myself and *Twinkle*. I think I know why that could be - the Marriage Effect. It first struck me yesterday when we were driving home to the holiday cottage that we've rented about 500 yards from mum and dad's place. Before now, we've lived together for the best part of two years. I didn't expect marriage to change much in the dynamic between us, but it would seem that it's doing just that. These past few days we've been pretty independent. My parents have kindly given us use of the family car, which has enabled us to freely go about doing the things we need to do in preparation for the wedding, in addition to do things like go and watch the sunset from a local hilltop. During all of this, we've been talking. Talking about the past, the present, and the future. Talking about what marriage means to us. In fact, we've started creating our own list of additional marriage vows - a bit more definite than the vows we shall swear in church (those being the foundation on which we can build these additional promises). All of this has led to a subtle shift in our relationship. A strong feeling of commitment is on the rise. Sure, it's been there before, but not like this. This is something far bigger, something that can be relied upon. It's tied up with a deepening sense of trust, and excitement that we're in this long-term, together. The marriage creates a strong feeling of team work - and independence too. Independence from our immediate families who have supported us in so many ways until now. This will no doubt be strengthened by our setting up a new home in Japan, a long way from my family, and the other side of Tokyo from *Twinkle*s. The combining of our finances too, which has basically already happened, promotes the feeling that whatever we're working on, it's a team effort with a common goal. It may be a couple of years before we have children, but nethertheless, we will be a family in our own right. It's a bit surreal to be reaching this point after 30 years of being dependent upon others. Hmm, so it's feeling like it's quite a big deal really. It is a shame that *Twinkle* will be returning to Japan just two days after the wedding, but provided she makes it hop, skip and jump to the local ward office in Japan asap I should be able to join her within a few weeks. Then it all starts for real. :-)<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=UqOFQJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=UqOFQJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=lcA1TJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=lcA1TJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=wU4LoJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=wU4LoJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=irTHuJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=irTHuJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=4KAHWj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=4KAHWj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/marriage-from-pre-wedding-perspective.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-852055916792108282008-07-21T15:30:00.004+01:002008-07-21T16:33:13.090+01:00The drive to Heathrow airport never takes as long as I expect it to. I think of London as being a long way away, but it actually takes less than three hours to get there from Herefordshire, and what with the airport being located just off the M4 there's not much in the way of traffic to deal with. Whilst I object to the expansion of UK airports, I couldn't help but be impressed by Heathrow's new terminal 5. It was only a one-minute walk from the car to the arrivals gate, and no chance of getting lost. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2684555519/" title="heathrow arrivals00222 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2684555519_cbe2fbff61_o.jpg" width="420" alt="heathrow arrivals00222" /></a> I arrived at exactly the same time that *Twinkle*s flight touched down; the display told me that that the bags were arriving in the terminal within ten minutes, and 20 minutes after that Japanese businessmen, students and families started to emerge from behind the automatic doors. Any moment now, *Twinkle* would show up. I must admit I was pretty excited ...excited and nervous. I sensed that *Twinkle* had changed quite a bit since I had last seen her, and consequently some aspects of our relationship were an unknown. And then there she was. It was a bit funny at first. I'm not sure how to describe it. A bit surreal. We weren't sure what to make of one another. But that was before we spent no less than twenty minutes trying to find the car in the huge multi-storey car park. In my excitement I'd forgotten to make a note of where I'd parked, and not knowing my parents' registration number I couldn't use the Car Finder machine (the car park has thousands of cameras pointing at every single number plate). Thus, *Twinkle* and I has to visit every single level, before finally locating it on the 3rd. That reassured *Twinkle* that I was as silly as ever, and it wasn't long after that that we got back in the groove. It is soooo good to be with her again. These are really very happy days. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2684770971/" title="mischevous twinkle_8833 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2684770971_30be18a775_o.jpg" height="420" alt="mischevous twinkle_8833" /></a> During our six months apart, our conversations were often restricted to 'issues' or 'problems'; with limited talk-time these would naturally take precedence over idol chit-chat and the sharing of niceties, consequently turning the relationship into something that revolved around serious and meaningful 'stuff'. Now back together, I'm surprised and delighted by how nice it is to just 'be' together, to share silly moments or our appreciation of a beautiful view, to make fun of one another, to smile, to be kind to one another, to comfort one another with a hug. (there's the real physical stuff too, which I shan't bore you with. But I'm grinning as I type this!) All of these things have been lacking since January, and our memories of them couldn't help but become clouded by the passage of time, the separation, and the dominance of seriousness. Rediscovering the sheer joy of just being in her presence, knowing that she is close by, is just great. Bridesmaids at Catherine and Stewart's wedding <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2685521794/" title="bridesmaids_8784 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2685521794_6ffe525d6d_o.jpg" width="420" alt="bridesmaids_8784" /></a> We've had a really fun 5 days together so far. On Friday we attended Catherine and Stewart's wedding, Catherine being a dear friend whom I first met at the Waldorf School, many many years ago. The venue was the beautiful <a href="http://www.walcothall.co.uk/">Walcot Hall</a>, a lovely stately home set in the gorgeous Shropshire countryside. I was so nervous as Catherine came down the aisle - partly because I knew that in exactly a week from then it would be *Twinkle* doing the very same thing. All those people watching, such an important event, but then I saw her smiling and laughing as she kind of made fun of herself, and I relaxed. I need to remember this for next week I thought. Don't be too serious! The civil ceremony was lovely, and had some good comical bits to help set everyone at ease. Catherine looked absolutely stunning, and what a bloomin' nice chap Stewart is. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2685544178/" title="catherine wedding dress_8782 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2685544178_697577d47e_o.jpg" height="420" alt="catherine wedding dress_8782" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2684717547/" title="catherine stewart just married_8792 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2684717547_251aa2d03e_o.jpg" height="420" alt="catherine stewart just married_8792" /></a> The reception was great too. Initially I felt a little out of place, but within an hour or so friendships were forming - and food was on the table (delicious). At one point, *Twinkle* and I went for a dance in the pitch black garden - that was rather amusing, especially when it suddenly poured down with rain drenching us both! It was pretty late when we left. Our accommodation for the night was a little two-man tent in a field at the bottom of the drive, and very comfy it was too. The perfect end to a perfect day. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2684541825/" title="joseph twinkle in their tent by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2684541825_029df8f0d0_o.jpg" width="420" alt="joseph twinkle in their tent" /></a><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=F99BDJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=F99BDJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=GJoF5J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=GJoF5J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=87a2ZJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=87a2ZJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=GWcALJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=GWcALJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=VT3cwj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=VT3cwj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/twinkles-arrival-and-first-of-two.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-69894766633418256312008-07-20T16:23:00.003+01:002008-07-20T16:35:31.205+01:00In response to anonymous' comment on the previous post: you'll have to bear with us - things are a little busy at wedding central... Will be back online 'soon'. Driving back from Heathrow <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2684542727/" title="twinkle joseph driving back from Heathrow by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2684542727_c592f86862_o.jpg" width="420" alt="twinkle joseph driving back from Heathrow" /></a> At Ludlow castle <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2684857943/" title="twinkle and pepe at Ludlow_8931 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/2684857943_516dbc1935_o.jpg" width="377" height="550" alt="twinkle and pepe at Ludlow_8931" /></a> Camping <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2685359090/" title="twinkle and joseph in their tent by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2685359090_0cb1aa55ea_o.jpg" width="420" alt="twinkle and joseph in their tent" /></a><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=d23VjJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=d23VjJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=ZJMiXJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=ZJMiXJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=5CnODJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=5CnODJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=Ef059J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=Ef059J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=bF7Laj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=bF7Laj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/touching-base.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-30204637393522798192008-07-17T11:23:00.002+01:002008-07-17T11:25:04.214+01:00Ittekimasu is what Japanese people say when they are leaving the hosue. It literally means, "I'm going, and I'll come back". I'm off to Heathrow - *Twinkle* should be touching down in just under three hours. It's terminal 5 - let's hope the wedding dress makes it too! xxx<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=L7bZfJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=L7bZfJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=9sx11J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=9sx11J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=FYXw2J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=FYXw2J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=v5OcdJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=v5OcdJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=YGMasj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=YGMasj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/ittekimasu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-8462503193057610832008-07-15T22:47:00.002+01:002008-07-16T00:14:44.783+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/scheidegg-722243.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/scheidegg-722213.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> As part of my prep for leaving for Japan, I'm going though my box of diaries, which also contains a few DVDs of TV programs featuring me or my friends, and converting them to MP4 format which I can keep on my laptop. One of them I've not seen for years is the documentary made about my home of two years up in the Swiss Alps, Kleine Scheidegg. It's extraordinary seeing all those familiar faces again. Albert our station master. Tomoko who worked in the buffet. My boss, Andreas, and other colleagues from the hotel. Andreas <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/andreas-757448.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/andreas-757404.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Tomoko. She was very strong. I was a little afraid of her. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/tomoko-721073.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/tomoko-721044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/tomoko1-721161.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/tomoko1-721129.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> These memories will be with me for life. Watching Tomoko go up the stairs of the station building I'm taken aback by my sudden recollection of the smell of the place. It's not that it was particularly smelly, but it did have a distinct scent, a cross between wood, clean toilets and bratwurst sausage. It's amazing how much information I must have stored in my brain, all these little details - like the train conductors shouting "achi achi" (That way that way!") at the Japanese tourists in a Swiss-German accent, or the trains with their electric folding wingmirrors. Oh! And there's Phil, from South Africa. He worked as a photographer with Benny the dog. Benny would pose with his brandy barrel in the midst of great gangs of Japanese tourists, the must-have Swiss shot to take home to their families. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/phil-722173.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/phil-722145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/benny-757515.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/benny-757482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Having these records of past lives helps me appreciate just how fortunate I've been to have had these experiences. We've all had them of course, but I personally find it difficult to remember events that happened a long time ago unless I have a trigger - such as a photo or film. I don't want to forget, they've all been such an important part of making me who I am today. I used to take it to extremes. When I was age about 14 I'd always read my diary entry from exactly a year ago. It became a bit obsessive, and I remember worrying that I was becoming stuck in my past. I like to think I've found a healthy balance now. A balance between appreciation for what has gone before, planning for the future, and focusing upon the here and now. <hr> I visited some friends last night who are helping a great deal with the wedding. I lived with one of them, Frances, for about a year in the very same Hotel Kleine Scheidegg as featured in the documentary above. She became a dear friend to me, and seeing her again after what might even be years without meeting reassured me that we are still close. It was such a meaningful experience to sit and talk with her, and observe how we've both changed since our time in the Alps. People like her make the world a very happy, caring place. Frances, about to throw a snowball at me <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/142028105/" title="frances_snowballs by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/142028105_f75ec4b60e.jpg" width="323" height="500" alt="frances_snowballs" /></a> <hr> The wedding is really starting to take shape now. This evening I spent some time painting elephants on jam jars for the nightlights on the tables. That was very therapeutic, and helped me unwind after yet another day of sorting through belongings and assigning stuff to the recycle or charity shop pile. <hr> I think *Twinkle* and I are going to have to work very hard together, especially over this coming year. We're both capricorn, both very ambitious, both with strong personalities. Of course, we differ in many ways too. For a start, she's much cuter than me. I hope that I'm far enough along the relationship road to have learnt to not put pride or ego before love. It's going to be a challenging education, being husband to *Twinkle*, but I'll do my absolute best. She's worth every bit of energy I have. We've been apart for over 4,800 hours. In 40, we'll be together.<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=SPRKpJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=SPRKpJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=U9TvwJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=U9TvwJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=MDVp0J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=MDVp0J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=9PlYlJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=9PlYlJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=gJh8Cj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=gJh8Cj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/back-in-alps.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-71483063787444357672008-07-15T08:21:00.002+01:002008-07-15T09:17:10.392+01:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2670067017/" title="Wordle of Change by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2670067017_86abc34159.jpg" width="420" alt="Wordle of Change" /></a> You know that space you often find yourself in when you wake up, that space where it's just you and the remnants of your dream? You might not be aware of where you are, or to a certain extent, 'who' you are. By 'who', I mean who you are to the world around you. Who you are in the workplace, who you are in relationships, who you are within that complex network of friends and family that exists around you. I woke up in just such a space this morning. I was unconscious of the fact that my physical body was at my parent's house, unconscious that I was about to get married, unconscious that I have things I need to do today. I opened my eyes, and seeing the cupboard beside my bed, so I became aware of where I was. With my location established, so my place in the world began to come back to me. There was the wedding. There was *Twinkle*. There was Joseph, in Orcop. However, this morning It took a bit longer than usual to fit into the self-constructed id, and I found myself putting an arrest upon 'reality's creep'. Hang on a sec, I thought, I don't have to be this person, I don't have to fit into this world that is a construct of every day of my life up until now. I could change everything, now. I could leave everything behind. Walk out of the door and start a completely new life. Go and live in Siberia (would have to take a wooly jumper). A few moments later I'd had an opportunity to think about what I'd like to change in the reality I've constructed, and decided that actually, there was nothing I would change, and I am very happy to continue along the current path I have chosen. However, this brief period of time spent in that space free of earthly concerns reminded me of the immense potential we all hold (those of us that are fortunate to live in 'free' societies), a potential for change. If we don't like our lives in any way, we can choose to change it, completely, with a single decision that could be made in a split second. We are only bound to our current situations by our own self-imposed limits, limits that give us an enormous sense of comfort by placing scary (limitless) possibilities out of reach. I like crossing boundaries, I like big change. I like having the freedom to choose to act independently of a personal daytime reality, the reality that becomes our identities in the morning. I think, in a way, this is one reason why I enjoy living in Japan. In Japan my id is far from concrete. I have good friends, but they are few (I can count them on one hand), thus meaning that I am free of any history when stepping out into the world. I'm free to be who I choose to be that day, with far fewer self-imposed restrictions. Just guided by what feels right. <hr> It'll be interesting to see if the reality I create in Japan comes to mirror the reality I have in the UK. I suspect that it might, but it will be far more limited. I'm going to have to make quite an effort to form the kind of networks I have here in the UK. That's something I've not been too good at in Japan in the past. I've tended to keep my world small, revolving around a few close friends / my partner. I know I need to reach out, especially to the foreign community in Japan. With two notable exceptions, I've resisted that in the past. Perhaps it's time for some massive change there.<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=1DyeMJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=1DyeMJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=ZA26bJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=ZA26bJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=bC2ZQJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=bC2ZQJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=ObqkDJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=ObqkDJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=PsFR3j"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=PsFR3j" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/initiating-change.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-43112573819898685022008-07-14T10:30:00.002+01:002008-07-14T10:35:07.686+01:00Here we go then, final results, officially published today on the university portal. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/Picture-2-770011.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/Picture-2-770000.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=EzwwdJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=EzwwdJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=0U3SXJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=0U3SXJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=swpn6J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=swpn6J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=hxJdsJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=hxJdsJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=oR3fyj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=oR3fyj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/results-are-out-again.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-75314896382493578862008-07-14T07:22:00.001+01:002008-07-14T07:22:51.443+01:00I was woken this morning by a bird fighting a cat for its life, following the launch of nature’s latest reality TV program ‘Battle for Supreme Animal of Wales’. Peeking out of my door (the one which was falling off its hinges until I screwed it back on last night) I couldn’t see the competitors, a cat and a sparrow, although I could hear them. High pitched cheeps pierced my eardrums, interspersed with loud hisses from the cat as the bird launched a volley of carefully aimed lime . The cameras are being operated by a local hedgehog and sparrowhawk (with digital cameras strapped to their heads); these feed back to the mixing desk controlled by Badger Boris, who despite being in his 90s has embraced digital media in a way that has surprised his children. The program will be aired on YouTube next month. A few minutes after waking I got a call from *Twinkle*, she’s sounding good, and has been looking for decorations for the wedding reception. In three days she’ll be halfway here, something I’m having trouble comprehending. If anyone out there is making a program about romantic reunions make your way to Terminal 5 on Thursday, we can offer some very competitive sponsorship deals. That reminds me, must phone BA today to ask about the wedding dress - don't want it getting lost in the legendary terminal 5 baggage handling system. It’s all coming together nicely, this wedding thing. Thanks to Mums#2 & 3 we now have hundreds of plates and bowls, and a collection of tents, mattresses and sleeping bags for some guests who have not camped before - this includes a family who are over here from China - I’ve assured them that it’s an important part of British culture and thus something that must be experienced during their stay. Let’s just hope the 20-year-old airbeds don’t go flat on them in the night! Later today I’ll be picking up the key for the venue to have a nosey around, then going to meet the Decoration Guru. This evening I’m visiting our friend the catering manager, so hopefully following that I can get an email out to all guests with final details on what’s happening. We’ve been in touch with the Forestry Commission and have been granted permission to plant our Oak tree (grown from an acorn found here on the Welsh Garden Project) in a local Millennium Wood (that’ll be on the day before the wedding) - a part of us will always be in the valley. The 45-hour honeymoon is pretty much sorted. It will take place along the M4 corridor on the way to Heathrow - romantic or what?! No, but we have got a couple of very nice hotels booked, so even if it is short, it will be sweet. We’ll have a ‘proper’ honeymoon once back in Japan. After the wedding I’m going to be so busy with my TEFL course that the five week visa wait should fly by. They’ve already sent me the pre-course assignment. That can wait until *Twinkle*s gone back to Japan, 13 days from now…<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=HnO81J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=HnO81J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=01PLAJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=01PLAJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=xcWrRJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=xcWrRJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=DRBA8J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=DRBA8J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=dhR3Pj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=dhR3Pj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/wedding-plans.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-67850927366901508862008-07-13T22:01:00.004+01:002008-07-14T06:09:18.942+01:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2662390996/" title="hereford station_8704 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2662390996_c1ed1fd557.jpg" width="420" alt="hereford station_8704" /></a> Back on the train today, heading for Bristol to find some clothes that might be suitable for a wedding (our wedding). It’s been an interesting journey so far. Started in the musty waiting room on platform two - a forgotten waiting room. No matter how long the wait or how bad the weather, no one goes in there. The space just hangs, not moving, only nudged by the occasional tannoy announcement. Attached to the wall of the forgotten waiting room are three glass-fronted notice boards: inside them a series of photos depicting the station as it has changed over time. Apparently, it was built as a temporary stop in the mid-1850s, serving as the terminal station for three different lines that ran on different gauges. I found it interesting that health and safety officials were active even back then - in the years after the station’s opening they demanded that the platforms be rearranged so as to prevent accidental deaths. Looking at those photos of folks waiting for trains in the late 1800s and early 1900s made me wonder what life was like for them. They must have had very different concerns, and I’m sure lived much more in the present than we do now. I wonder how changes in circumstance have changed us in terms of fundamental beliefs and spiritual values, Were they more in tune with spirit back then than we are now? Have the distractions of modern life left us disconnected with source? Difficult to know. I guess I could go and take the Connection Test on spirit.com to find out. Boarding the train, I found an empty table and took a seat. I was listening to my iPod - an audiobook featuring the 81 verses of the Tao. I find it very calming. The message ‘none of this matters’ is repeated again and again, and helps me to let go of any stress I may have attached to my daily to-do list. It’s liberating to be reminded that it’s not really about achievement, success or possession. It’s just about being, now. Sometimes it’s difficult having that as a core belief when society dictates something else. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2661531215/" title="orcop from train_8703 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/2661531215_1890ee6f73_o.jpg" width="420" alt="orcop from train_8703" /></a> The hill on which I live, as seen from the train I was soon joined by a family of three: mum, dad and 17-year-old daughter Holly. They were on their way to an open day at Swansea University, which has lower entrance requirements that Birmingham (where Holly really should go because it has the best neuroscience department). Best to have a back-up plan in case Holly doesn’t get straight ‘A’s for her exams, but we know you’ll get those, won’t you Holly? I sat next to them in silence for a long time, listening to mother doing enough talking for all three of them. It was clear that she was the boss. The exact opposite of her withdrawn husband, she had opinions on everything, and especially what Holly wants to do with her the rest of her life. I wondered at what age Holly will rebel. She’s still at home, still under her mother’s spell at the moment. But when she gets to uni it will all change. She’ll give up Polo and take up drinking. She’ll decide that actually she hasn’t the slightest bit of interest in neuroscience, pack her bags and go travelling around India with her new boyfriend. One year later she’ll write home, a scribbled message on the back of a photo of her 4-week-old baby - she’s now in Malaysia where she’s set up a school for impoverished children. We were ten minutes from my stop, a good time to start a conversation. I wasn’t so interested with what Mother had to say, I was more interested in what Holly really thought about uni. Looking Holly in the eye, I told her that I had a couple of friends who went to Swansea - they’d loved it. She was about to reply when Mother jumped in, and for the next ten minutes told me about her friend who had a problem with snails eating their vegetables. That threw me. The monologue lasted ten minutes. I wished Holly well, said goodbye to mother and father, and alighted at Newport. And here I am, on the train for Bristol (currently under the river Severn). The plan today is to spend some quality time with Tim, Mel and Callum, and buy my wedding outfit. I have a good feeling about this. Tarra [EDIT] Anonymous has rightly pointed out that I could have read Holly and her mum all wrong - (s)he has an alternative reading of the situation in the comments section. This prompted me to take another look at Holly and her mother, and in this time, I found something very different... "...Maybe, just maybe, her overbearing mother is actually a superhero, who is usually to be found leaping between tree tops in the Amazon in a bid to save the rainforest. She lives on a diet of raw cocoa and hippo milk (the secret to her super powers) and does battle with illegal loggers who visit the region in order to supply Harrods with expensive furniture. Her greatest weapon is a sonic boom which she emits by saving her vocal cords for three days, releasing all the energy at once. She has saved over 30,000 hectares of pristine forest in this way. By day, she is mother to Holly."<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=mDbXuJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=mDbXuJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=CgHObJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=CgHObJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=S217PJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=S217PJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=emjfvJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=emjfvJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=LuBZmj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=LuBZmj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/train-story.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-46041777206072334912008-07-10T22:06:00.007+01:002008-07-10T22:36:14.293+01:00Wow. A historic day in the gadget world. The iPhone 3G is out (released in New Zealand a few hours back, comes out here in the morning), <a href="http://me.com">MobileMe</a> was launched, and then disappeared (and remains unavailable), and the Apps Store went live. The apps store (available in iTunes) has got some really sweet software. This iPhone is going to change the mobile scene Big Stylee. For the first time, virtually anyone can develop apps for mobiles and market them for next to nothing to a global user base. I don't like mobile phones at all and haven't upgraded mine in years ...but the iphone is something else. I mean, come on, how can you resist when you can<a href="http://gizmodo.com/5023755/video-itunes-remote-app-for-iphone-hands+on"> use it as a remote control for your music library on your computer</a>. And what about <a href="http://www.tuaw.com/2008/07/10/shazam-for-the-iphone/">this one</a>: listening to a piece of music and want to know what it is? Let your phone listen to it for 5 seconds and it will tell you what the song is (and provide you with a link to buy it). And then there's <a href="http://connectedflow.com/exposure/">Exposure: it's Flickr in your pocket</a>. But check this out - you can tap on a button and using the iPhone's GPS and Flickrs metadata it will show you a bunch of photos taken near where you're standing! (good for people who are so addicted to looking at their iPhone they miss the surrounding scenery. Other apps I downloaded (despite not having an iPhone or iPod Touch) included Twitterific, a groovy calendar-converter for Japanese years, the evernote app and ...Facebook. A totally pointless exercise, but they bring me closer to the iPhone (which I'll pick up in September). And that remote control app for iTunes. I know it is just silly to get so excited about turning your phone into a remote control, but I don't know, there's something about it that just gets me. It seems Apple is experiencing major issues with MobileMe though. Let's just hope they get it sorted soon though so I too can wake up to Exchange for the rest of us :-)<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=xWDRUJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=xWDRUJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=kndlEJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=kndlEJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=sFBWoJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=sFBWoJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=evcayJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=evcayJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=ZmoLEj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=ZmoLEj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/launch-of-iphone-3g-and-non-launch-of.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-50356060603815558882008-07-10T01:38:00.005+01:002008-07-10T02:17:59.838+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/twinkle_at_hiro_37-701406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/twinkle_at_hiro_37-701398.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> Ha. Everything but the girl. Nice. Last week I upgraded my Macbook's hard-drive to the 320GB Toshiba MK3252GSX. At £66 it was a bargain, and being a Macbook the upgrade can be done on the kitchen table in about three minutes. One result of this is that I can now fit my entire music collection on my laptop - I used to just carry a small selection, whilst my main library was on an external drive that was a bit of a bore to plug in. This week I've been stuck on the playlist "Not played recently", and wow, what a treat it has been. What a wonderful gift music is. Rediscovering all this old stuff that I've not heard in ages. Pink Floyd. Everything But the Girl. Genesis. Beth Orton. Joni Mitchell. Dick Gaughan. Nick Drake. Another result of the upgrade is that I've rediscovered my video collection which, like my music, had been languishing on an external drive. I was staggered to find that I have 567 home-movies, many of which I haven't seen in years. My favourites were those taken in the first few months of my relationship with *Twinkle* (I haven't shot so many since then). She's so funny, and so cheeky. Watching those really brings it home to me why I love her so much. I wrote a little while back about a difficult patch we were going through then, and how we had 'lost touch with one another's realities." After 6 months apart, the love I feel for her is not grounded in or dependent upon any physical realm. It's not her cutey looks, her kind words or her personality. It's underground, it's her spirit, her 'soul'. That's been so important, as when there's ripples across the surface, I just look below - the water is calm, rich, full of life. Thus, watching those videos of her in hysterics due to me looking terrible in a photo that she'd just taken of me (etc) have been a great reminder of just what a joy it is to be with her on a 'superficial' level. She is so lovely to hang out with, and I can hardly believe that I have been so fortunate as to be destined to be her husband. I mean seriously, I can hardly believe that someone who fits so perfectly with the 'girl of my dreams' is coming to the UK next week to marry me. It's a miracle! I have a lot to thank Sheffield uni for, and a lot to thank the world in general for. Thank you world (now please tell Apple to get on with the <a href="http://www.apple.com/mobileme/">MobileMe</a> launch. .mac was due offline 9 minutes ago but it's still working!).<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=MfRnGJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=MfRnGJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=GDpEnJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=GDpEnJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=H4iy2J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=H4iy2J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=KU7oIJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=KU7oIJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=epDrHj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=epDrHj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/im-marrying-twinkle-in-15-days.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-55170343093826554382008-07-10T00:36:00.003+01:002008-07-10T01:36:11.385+01:00Being an Apple fan boy, I am very excited about picking up my iPhone in September. I've been finding myself in various situations thinking, "ah, if only I had an iPhone now I could... I know it's not for everyone, but for someone who rarely goes anywhere without a Macbook, well, an iPhone would mean freedom. A lot of my work is macbook-based. Also, I use it to communicate with *Twinkle*, like a (large, somewhat inconvenient) mobile phone. The combination of the iPhone and <a href="http://www.apple.com/mobileme/">MobileMe</a> (due to launch in 81 minutes) is very powerful. The idea that I can have access to ALL of my data (only excluding my 500 home videos) from anywhere really excites me. I get such a thrill when someone asks me a question and I'm able to find the information they need within seconds - that's one reason why I love being *Twinkle*s secretary. Anyway, thinking about the iPhone got me thinking about what email address I'll use with it. I want something 'permanent', not some transitory address that I'd only be able to use with that one carrier in Japan (the same thinking is behind my decision to buy three phone numbers for life from Skype - one for UK callers, one for Japan-based callers and one for my US contacts). We've long been dependent upon these companies for our contact-identities, but technological developments and the relative generosity of companies like Google (in providing <a href="http://www.google.com/a">Google Apps</a>) means that we can now use our own personally-selected identities with virtually any communications device. So if I wasn't going to be josephtame@softbank.ne.jp, what was I going to be? Hmm, maybe I could take the next step with my 'experiment'. One part of my 'life experiment' was to start to be very open on my mumble about my thoughts and feelings. To not devalue or disregard my own ideas in the face of the opinions of others, to try and live in the flow. The second stage of this process was to put a link to my blog in my email signature. However, I was still a bit uncomfortable with this and so I'd often delete the signature before sending, not wanting those people to know about it. And I do continue to find myself reacting with discomfort when a colleague or friend tells me that they've read my blog ...and I really don't like to see TDM displayed on someone else's monitor. But paradoxically, I also embrace those situations. It's another opportunity to let go. I am Joseph. I do not have to be what others want me to be. If I act out of love for others and in harmony with my core values, it's ok. I do not need their subjective approval. Their opinions are just their opinions. There is no hierarchy, we are all together in this grand adventure called life. We can learn from one another. Someone criticising me is doing me a great favour - they are providing me with a far greater opportunity to grow than someone agreeing wholeheartedly with what I'm saying. So back to this email thing then. How about I adopt one of my web-domains as my email server? That would mean that I would effectively be advertising my online presence to anyone and everyone I sent an email to. How would that feel? It would be like inviting strangers into my heart to have a look around. That feels kind of uncomfortable. Surely there's a limit to how open one 'should' be. I thought about this for a long time. It was a difficult decision to make. Changing my email address so that it pointed at thousands of pages of stuff about me would make for a big step out of my comfort zone, and one that runs counter to prevailing popular trends (in that most people are doing all they can to protect their privacy). After a day or so I decided that yes, I will take this step. It is uncomfortable, but I feel it is the right thing to do. I'm not sure why, but I think I'll find out in due course. This documenting my life online has come to be a big part of me, and I feel I have been given some incredible opportunities as a direct result of it. It's not always easy, and I have to try hard to ensure that it doesn't impact upon those that I love who are not so enamoured by the idea of being so open with the world. The transfer of just over 22,000 emails from my old email account to my new one took three days (via POP3). It's all sorted, and my new iPhone email is all ready for it's new sexy host come September. (Emails sent to my old email address will continue to be delivered.)<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=gsNePJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=gsNePJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=nS7cFJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=nS7cFJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=eVLjOJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=eVLjOJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=hAPnAJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=hAPnAJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=ysVIMj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=ysVIMj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/another-step-towards-openness.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-89027666176365150322008-07-09T22:41:00.005+01:002008-07-10T00:16:19.341+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cilass-students.group.shef.ac.uk/"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/cilass_student_website-788915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> This mumble features a fair bit of bathing in my own glory (so no change there then). I'm delighted to say that the CILASS for Students website is complete. It won't be officially launched until the next academic year, but I won't be around then, so I thought I'd quietly launch it to my friends now ...as I made it :-) <a href="http://cilass-students.group.shef.ac.uk/">http://cilass-students.group.shef.ac.uk/</a> The aim of the student-targeted site is to promote an understanding of and engagement in Inquiry-based Learning, raise awareness of the work that CILASS does, and provide an opportunity for the amazing Student Ambassadors to tell the world about the incredible things that they do. It's based upon an original site created last autumn by all of the CILASS Student Ambassadors, with further input from the CILASS core team. Being an 'official' university site, last year's attempt to communicate with students was severely limited by the uni's CMS (Content Management System) which basically guarantees that even the most exciting of ideas end up looking about as interesting as a pile of rotting onion skins. <a href="http://www.shef.ac.uk/staff/info.html">Here's the most exciting page on the university website</a> :-p I think it was around March when I proposed that we do our own thing. Take it out of the university template. Create our own site from scratch. I wasn't really imagining that I'd end up creating a 50-page site. Bloomin' crazy idea if you ask me, end of my final year and all. But it was something I really wanted to do, so it just sort of happened. I was able to use the material supplied by the SAN for the first site, and benefited from lots of feedback from them during the development process - special thanks to Emmy and Ali. I must say, I'm really pleased with the result, and I'm delighted by the response it's received. The CILASS core team have been very complimentary; seeing the site for the first time the director told me it had made her day. The university's Pro-vice Chancellor for Teaching and Learning also emailed to say how good he thought it was, whilst central support staff were also very impressed by how comprehensive it was - yet studenty in appearance. I should add that it is still in need of a lot of padding. My goal was to create the basic structure and core content - the plan now is for the SAN to fill in the holes and make it into a great resource. I'd like to thank Sabine and Nicola for allowing me to do this, for giving me the freedom to pursue the project in<a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/googles-20-percent-time-in-action.html"> google 20% time</a> style. I'm now in the process of creating support materials for the site (using the gorgeous <a href="http://www.varasoftware.com/products/screenflow/">Screenflow</a> - OS X 10.5 only). One fear of mine (and of the core team) is that without me there to supervise the site might fall into dissaray (<a href="http://milky240.web.fc2.com/english/guide/index.htm" target="blank">look what happened to the beautiful site I created for Milky House 5 years ago! Talk about cannabalisation</a>). Thus, support material is vital. I'd like to be able to use the site as a part of my portfolio. I don't see myself going into website design for a living, but nonetheless, I think it's a good demonstration of versatility (and I don't want to be pointing employers at TGW now do i?!). Thanks to everyone who contributed, a great team effort! I look forward to seeing it being developed further over the next year.<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=BgmKeJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=BgmKeJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=02ijsJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=02ijsJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=lNF1DJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=lNF1DJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=DJfm7J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=DJfm7J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=Sc0kaj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=Sc0kaj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/cilass-for-students-website-private.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-68787954448802253492008-07-07T21:08:00.003+01:002008-07-09T22:40:07.675+01:00So here we are WigStylers, back in my hometown. I mean, home village. It's been a manic few days, what with my travelling by train or car hundreds of miles to the three corners of the UK (Sheffield, London, Hereford) to meet important people, give presentations, pack all my belongings and move house. In the past 24 hours I've given away at least half of all of my worldy stuff. I find it has to be done in stages. On the first day I can only dispose of those things that I have no emotional attachment to and have no use for, but by day three I'm giving away things I've had for years, presents from friends and family, valuable stuff that I could use but would cost too much to send to Japan. It hurts to part with some of these things, but I think it's healthy. I don't want to be dependent upon 'stuff' for happiness in life. All of these belongings will find new homes thanks to the local charity shops. <div> </div><div>Having said that, I can't live without my Macbook so no, you can't have it. The remaining three boxes await Yamato Kuro Neko (Japan's No.1 courier which also has an office in the UK, Tel 01753 657 688) who will come and pick them up to Ship to Japan at the end of the month (£50 for a 25kg box by surface mail, £80 by airmail). It's good to have left Broad Lane Court. I feel I'm able to get a bit more closure on my uni years and associated projects. With no base there any more, I feel able to shift my energy and attention down to Herefordshire (and of course the wedding). I do still have three Sheffield-based projects left to deal with, but am working on that. </div><div> </div><div>Need to get it all done ASAP, *Twinkle* arrives in 8 days, and I still have a wedding to sort out. </div><div> </div><div>It's a pretty wiggy time though. I think life is going to get even more interesting from here on. </div><div> </div><div>I wonder where I'll be a year from now...</div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=vFclDJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=vFclDJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=gs4yzJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=gs4yzJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=fqrfIJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=fqrfIJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=GjJXMJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=GjJXMJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=r3mmIj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=r3mmIj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/parting.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-25826213688884562052008-07-05T23:55:00.002+01:002008-07-06T00:06:00.810+01:00I spent a few hours walking the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmKMQI9mbZ8">streets of London</a> yesterday. In my attempt to find Tottenham Court Road, I managed to end up in Covent Garden, somewhere I've not been before. I loved it. There was this talking dog. He just sat there, all day. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2640576452/" title="covent garden_8635 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2640576452_f23c29054c.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8635" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2639748839/" title="covent garden_8641 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2639748839_b14a147f31.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8641" /></a> These statues were something else. I've never seen anyone be so statue-like. Not even a hint of breath. In fact, I was thinking that they might actually be real statues, secretly put there by a human statue in the middle of the night when he got tired of standing still for a living. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2639750079/" title="covent garden_8653 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2639750079_641b5658f4_o.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8653" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2640577748/" title="covent garden_8644 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2640577748_30796079a9_o.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8644" /></a> The volunteer. Why do we feel so pressured to grow up? <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2639747321/" title="covent garden_8626 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2639747321_da18e3efe5_o.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8626" /></a> This opera singer was amazing. I've found myself becoming increasingly attracted to male opera singers. Good job *Twinkle*gets here soon, don't want all that wedding planning going to waste. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2639746513/" title="covent garden_8613 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2639746513_e133cb0a3a_o.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8613" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2639745449/" title="covent garden_8582 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2639745449_51e81fcd3a_o.jpg" width="420" alt="covent garden_8582" /></a> <div> </div><div>Tarra</div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=lm30JJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=lm30JJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=UCyWFJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=UCyWFJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=eDtPaJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=eDtPaJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=6sHUbJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=6sHUbJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=h2t7nj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=h2t7nj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/covent-garden.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-51025293055040514712008-07-05T22:00:00.002+01:002008-07-05T22:07:25.750+01:00The main line that heads out due West from London towards Swansea provides great views of the English countryside.The tracks are often raised on big beds of gravel, providing us with superb views across the surrounding fields. The first cut of this season’s hay has just been made, leaving doogle bales dotting the landscape. Moo cows, meahs and neigh-neighs also feature prominently - I wonder why we need so many horses? <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/67/170500174_d15d6c5541_m.jpg" border="0" />But it’s the sky that really grabs the attention. Sunny, with rainy patches, it’s essentially blue, but with two distinct layers of periodic cloud. High-up there’s the seemingly motionless candy-floss cumulous grand-daddies, and below them, a few hundred metres from the ground, wispy floaty teenage clouds. The speed of the train and relative distance of the two types creates a dramatic sense of the different attitudes towards life these two types take. The teenagers are playing games with their shadows, their favourite being “How many cows can you make sit down?” The Grand-daddies meanwhile have long since said goodbye to those days of racing across the landscape. They’re happy to sit in their armchairs, smoking their pipes and sending great puffs up into to sky above them. Looking down, they share stories of the time that they were young whippersnappers, mischievously relieving themselves on the shoppers in Chippenham and Bath. They see the train I’m on speeding to the West; “remember in the old days the trains would send up those great clouds of smoke! Used to make me cough they did. Never did get any compensation from the environment agency”. That’s the kind of thing clouds talk about. That and the group on the social networking site Cloudbook that has secretly formed to organise a mass protest against pollution over the Beijing Olympics. They’ve heard that the humans are planning to use rockets loaded with chemical warheads against them, but the leaders of the movement are steadfast in their resolve. They will not disperse.<div> Ho hum. Here’s Bristol. Looks like rain. Image: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bestrated1/170500174/">Creativity+ Timothy K Hamilton on Flickr</a></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=wtsE1J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=wtsE1J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=tqQfIJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=tqQfIJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=JFF1hJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=JFF1hJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=UbKZ3J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=UbKZ3J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=2FRoej"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=2FRoej" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/cloud-tales.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-59916319492802617032008-07-04T00:42:00.004+01:002008-07-04T01:21:08.502+01:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2634312873/" title="information commons exterior_8500 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/2634312873_9652d249a4_o.jpg" width="420" alt="information commons exterior_8500" /></a> Google Alert: Information Commons, Sheffield (tee hee) I worked out what I got for my degree the other day. Whilst grades aren't officially published until the 14th July, with the results for all but one of modules (language) having been announced, it's not hard to tot it up. I've guessed my mark for the language module based on my previous results and my feelings about how it went (it went very well!) I got a 2:1, approximately 66~68%. That's what I was aiming for, so I'm happy with that. Well done me. 5 years of study have paid off. I remember Earl Nightingale talking about how we react to reaching our goals. Reaching goals doesn't give us half the sense of satisfaction / happiness as working towards them does, and I'd say that that's certainly the case here. I have this idea that I ought to 'feel more' about this result, but the truth is that the real achievement was in doing it. For me, the happiest days were those when we were in class, doing stuff. Those were the days of real accomplishment. After all, what do we do when we reach a goal? Set a new goal! I find that knowing that now helps me deal with the unexpected a little better than I did in the past. With no goal ever being 'ultimate', if plans do go eschew, I know that that's ok, that the goal was just a guide, and really it's all about the journey. That was certainly the case with my degree. It's all been about the journey. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2635183472/" title="inverse vapour trail_8512 by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2635183472_c9c6553032_o.jpg" width="420" alt="inverse vapour trail_8512" /></a> <div>Inverse vapour trail - I've never seen one of these before Today was my last day working at CILASS. The morning was spent with a group of staff from Hong Kong who are on a study-space research trip. That was good - the vegetable samosas were particularly tasty, and I'm always a sucker for those cheese and tomato stick things. :-p This afternoon I created a few screencasts for next year's webgroup (is Screenflow the sexiest Leopard app in the world or what?!), and spent some time with Emmy. I like hanging out with her (I mean, how could I not - she has the same Macbook as me!). After that it was off to the pub, drinks on the house. I did enjoy that. Such a groovy bunch those CILASS folks. I will miss them. Leaving the University Arms I was well and truly lost. It was the first time since arriving at Sheffield in 2004 that I've had no 'place' at uni. Two pints of beer had to be factored in as well: they'd made me feel desperately lonely and in need of *Twinkle* - confirmation that not drinking has possibly been the cleverest thing I've done this year. Ho hum. I'm off to London tomorrow, staying in a capsule. Best get some kip. xxx</div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=TuRISJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=TuRISJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=K12FLJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=K12FLJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=VXdWJJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=VXdWJJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=jHx0YJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=jHx0YJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=i3Luej"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=i3Luej" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/degree-result.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-19330396532228295082008-07-02T23:11:00.004+01:002008-07-03T00:11:24.968+01:00Been a funny old day today. Everything's been out of context. Started with being woken by my mobile. I get an average of one phone call a week, so it startles me even if when I'm already awake. My friend had a puncture, meeting might be delayed. I can sleep in a bit. Tired after last night's coaching call, finished that at 1.30am. It's almost the end of the course, more change there. Good change. Change is good. But hang on, it didn't start with that phone call. No, it started with what happened the night before. It was about 11pm, and I was unpacking my bag. Earlier in the day a friend of mine (another student) who I'm probably not going to see for a long long time after this week handed me an envelope: "Look after it, and open it when you get home". When I did open it, I gasped. Inside was a beautiful handmade card with a lovely message, and inside that, a number of bank notes. I was stunned, and tears came to my eyes. This was an act of supreme generosity, utterly unexpected. I was completely thrown by it, and spent some time feeling lost in the kitchen talking to myself. I contacted them, communicating my feelings. They reassured me. Boy am I grateful. Thank you so much. This act of generosity made me think a lot about giving and receiving, and reinforced for me the importance of giving in my life. <hr> This afternoon I was on Three Seeds business, Three Seeds being our online publishing company. Met up with our marketing adviser, who, in a nice way, pointed out all of the flaws in our plans. I was very grateful for that - better to hear it from him than someone whose business we are looking for (or the judges at next week's competition final). We need to do some serious thinking about where we want this business to go. It would be a shame to bring it so far (we're now in testing) and not see it to the launch. It's a shame we lost two months to the first company we approached, but no doubt the reason for that will come to light in due course. Tonight I've been starting to pack for Japan. I move out of here next Tuesday, but will be heading down to London on Friday for a rather special meeting with a high-profile businessman from Japan (I hope I can still speak Japanese!), so basically I need to prepare for the move now. I'm taking a lot of stuff to the charity shops: stationary, kitchen ware, small bits of 'furniture', books, women's clothing. Whilst I've moved every year since about 1999, this is the most important move yet. I won't be coming back to live in the UK for a long time, so decisions need to be made about stuff that means a lot to me, but has little practical use, or can be bought in Japan for less than the cost of postage to Japan. I'm down to about ten books. Ten books that have changed my life in various ways. All the rest have gone to Oxfam. I have quite a few things that have been given to me as gifts by friends over the past 15 years, but serve no purpose other than to look pretty and remind me of them. It's tough parting with these things, but I know that my relationships with these people are not ultimately contained within these objects. It's time for someone else to provide a temporary home for them. I'm so glad that the vast majority of my photos are digitised. If my collection of 20,000+ were in the form of prints and negatives I really don't think I could justify shipping them over. As it is, they just occupy an eighth of my Macbook's (320GB) hard drive. Handy that. Hurrah for technology. *Twinkle*s getting closer. 15 days. Can't quite come to terms with that. Kind of scary. It means we're getting married soon. This morning I did a bit more wedding organisation. Booking rent-a-cars, and a hotel for *Twinkle* and I in Windsor, where we'll stay the night before she returns to Japan. It's all going to happen so soon. In a month she'll be back in Japan, and I'll be back here at Sheffield, learning how to teach. Ho hum. Well, best be off. I need to sleep - tomorrow is my last day working for CILASS (probably!). A group of people from Hong Kong have come to the UK to tour learning environments - I'm one of the Sheffield Students providing the student p.o.v. on the IC. Nighty night.<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=TpMs2J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=TpMs2J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=AlzOXJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=AlzOXJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=DqUTyJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=DqUTyJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=mFiqPJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=mFiqPJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=fjpjhj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=fjpjhj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/generosity-and-packing-for-japan.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-86588406079485271602008-07-01T20:19:00.002+01:002008-07-01T20:34:15.777+01:00*Twinkle* and Tame are happy to announce that their exclusive range of downloadable wedding hats has just gone live. These have been designed especially for our wedding guests by TGW Designs. Features include clean lines (to assist with cutting out), expandable sizes with no noticeable loss in quality, and recyclability. They are also nice and light, and can be easily duplicated should you suffer from What-if-i-lose-my-hat Syndrome. Hats can be downloaded from the online Wedding Hat Shop at <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/tags/hat/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/tags/hat/</a> Samples of available hats <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2628994058/" title=""My head is a birdbox" hat by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2628994058_346a6e2326_m.jpg" width="240" height="150" alt=""My head is a birdbox" hat" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2628989946/" title="hat of love by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2628989946_d3d81cbe9b_m.jpg" width="240" height="150" alt="hat of love" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2628909458/" title="Pinky by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2628909458_637ccfb2e0_m.jpg" width="240" height="148" alt="Pinky" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2628919794/" title="Midnight Blue thinking hat by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2628919794_cb4af918d6_m.jpg" width="240" height="148" alt="Midnight Blue thinking hat" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2628907330/" title="congrats hat by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/2628907330_2bf2a4fa80_m.jpg" width="240" height="148" alt="congrats hat" /></a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2628936112/" title=""I've got a head full strawberries" hat by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2628936112_35d893c4d7.jpg" width="420" alt=""I've got a head full strawberries" hat" /></a><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=QXmiXJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=QXmiXJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=VNYrNJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=VNYrNJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=GRTl5J"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=GRTl5J" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=wfcYkJ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=wfcYkJ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=CBEwLj"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=CBEwLj" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/07/downloadable-wedding-hats-now-online.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-64530307605679863742008-06-30T01:00:00.002+01:002008-06-30T01:21:36.361+01:00WARNING! THIS IS WHAT YOU MIGHT LOOK LIKE IF YOU HOLD ONTO LOTS OF BALLOONS <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/uploaded_images/joseph-in-balloons-797303.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Been a bloomin fantabulous week this. The conference, the completion of the website (will give you the link soon), the people, the coaching course, the friendship... just grand. So much to smile about. I'm really excited that it's Monday again. That means I have a WHOLE 'NOTHER 7 DAYS to play the game of life! What can I do this week I wonder? Oh, I know, I can see bjork (still no reply to my message to her the other day asking if she'd like me to take her to the Peaks [that's the Peak District by the way, a national park]. I can tie up my CILASS ends (sob). I can continue to look forward to seeing my baby - only 17 days until she arrives, marking the end of 6.5 months apart. I might not have much time to mumble after that... :-) I'm going to register our new publishing company name and logo as a trade mark - £200 for 10 years, bargain! (Watch this space for that website launch too). I think I'll become a shareholder this week as well, provided the solicitors get their act together. Quite how they can charge £700 to register a company I don't know... Still, all of these expenses are covered by the generous start-up funds we've received. The last of the wedding 'issues' are sorted. I had this feeling all along that we would get our band of first choice. They'd had to say 'no' when I phoned them a couple of months back. I've been reluctant to book anyone else, and was curious as to why this was. Finally, yesterday I had the feeling that it was time to give our band of choice another call. I did. they told me that their plans had changed - they said 'yes'. I delight in this intuition we all have, it's bloomin' amazing! Ok, so we may not be able to detect when earthquakes are going to strike as dogs can, but we can tell when our ceilidh band of choice will finally say yes (bet dogs can't do that). So caw blimey gov everything is fantastic. Thank you dear world for treating me so good.<div> </div><div>RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! TTFN</div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=bTz1wI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=bTz1wI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=ylqGKI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=ylqGKI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=njjrrI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=njjrrI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=NXh2CI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=NXh2CI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=cJuPwi"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=cJuPwi" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/06/hurray-its-monday.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-39430759416050702382008-06-30T00:19:00.005+01:002008-07-01T16:50:05.378+01:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2622935020/" title="Lightroom Training by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2622935020_8693e77bda_o.jpg" width="420" height="368" alt="Lightroom Training" /></a> I've talked about this before, but I want to talk about it again. A few days back I was asked by a friend if I'd give them a bit of training in Adobe Photoshop Lightroom, the most wonderful photo-processing software ever to have created for people who work with RAW images, or find Photoshop a bit OTT for their purposes. It was an interesting experience, as it really demonstrated to me just what a fundamental shift the move to the use of image processing software such as Lightroom can mark. Lightroom is the modern-day darkroom (in case you hadn't guessed from the name!). Most people don't need darkrooms these days as their cameras can do the processing for them. If your camera gives you JPEG images, it has taken the raw data that hit its sensor through the lens, and then interpreted that as it saw fit, enhancing colours and setting the contrast (etc) before throwing away the 'unnecessary' data and compressing the remainder into a JPEG. For me, when I do shoot in JPEG with my little Sony Cybershot, I feel it's a passive process (although one would not be able to tell this from looking at the images). All I do is chuck them straight into my photo library. There has been little by way of engagement with the images once they have been taken. With my Nikon set to shoot in RAW, it just gives me the raw data (funny that), with no modifications. It's then up to me to decide how that image is developed (by putting it through Lightroom). Thankfully modern cameras are very good at processing images and creating JPEGs. All of my photos up until last summer were taken as JPEGs (including all those on my Trans-Siberian adventure), and to look at them you'd find it hard to tell the difference between them and those I've since shot in RAW. In fact you can't. I think for me though, photography is almost as much about the process as it is about the end result. I absolutely love processing my images, deciding for myself what the end result will look like. I also get great pleasure out of exporting these images direct from Lightroom to Flickr and into my iPhoto library for use in my projects, to share with other people. You may have noticed that I have stopped watermarking my images. That was a conscious decision to not be so precious about them. I've recently come to embrace keywording (tagging) too. I don't just do it for the satisfaction of 'being organised' - with over 21,000 photos in my library now it's vital that they have rich descriptions to enable me to find them at a later date. I tag them upon import, and these tags remain with the images all the way through to Flickr (or wherever else they go). If you are able to read the metadata attached to the image above, along with the details of what shutter speed I used / what lens I had on the camera, you'll find all my tags (Flickr displays these by default). I feel that this kind of engagement with my photos helps me to improve my technique. It gives me the opportunity to study them in detail, to get a feel for what worked, and what didn't. It encourages me to take more photos, which will lead to more experiences, and a greater appreciation of what was in front of the lens. If you would like to engage more with your images and are prepared to put in the few hours necessary to learn the Lightroom ropes, I would recommend you switch your camera to RAW (if it allows it), and download a free Beta version of Lightroom from <a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/photoshoplightroom/">www.adobe.com/products/photoshoplightroom/</a>. Next, grap yourself a free 7-day trial from the best software training company in the world, Lynda.com, and check out the Lightroom tutorial. You can get that by visiting <a href="www.lynda.com/deke">www.lynda.com/deke</a> (normally $25 per month). Finally, enjoy. Oh, and consider subscribing to the (free) podcast from <a href="http://www.radiantvista.com/">The Radiant Vista</a>. (N.b. Anonymous: somehow I don't think that podcast will be your cup of tea).<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=xh88RI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=xh88RI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=4SwtFI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=4SwtFI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=sNvuII"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=sNvuII" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=Y2sSXI"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=Y2sSXI" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?a=sscQfi"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/dailymumble?i=sscQfi" border="0"></img></a> </div>Josephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03365575476759898696noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.tamegoeswild.com/thedailymumble/2008/06/why-i-love-adobe-photoshop-lightroom.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396255.post-20782608367541999992008-06-29T02:31:00.003+01:002008-06-29T02:37:34.220+01:00It’s now the day after the closing of the LTEA (<a href="http://www.ltea.ac.uk/">Learning Through Enquiry Alliance</a>) <a href="http://www.shef.ac.uk/cilass/ltea2008.html">conference 2008</a>, and my head is beginning to clear. I attempted to write about my experience of this event last night, but I was “all conferenced out” as fellow student ambassador Barbara put it - my mind was just a sea of tags: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamegoeswild/2619905042/" title="conference tag cloud by josefuteimu, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/2619905042_6c1903123e.jpg" width="420" alt="conference tag cloud" /></a> It was an intense week. In the days leading up to the event’s opening on Wednesday, I worked with the <a href="http://cilass-students.group.shef.ac.uk/what-is-cilass.php">CILASS</a> core team to help prepare the <a href="http://networked-inquiry.pbwiki.com/">conference Wiki</a>, a virtual space in which delegates could share, discuss and reflect upon their experiences of <a href="http://cilass-students.group.shef.ac.uk/what-is-ibl.php">Inquiry-based learning</a>. Aside from passive use of Wikipedia, I had no prior experience of working with Wikis, and thus found myself engaging in an intense IBL activity on my computer. Once I’d familiarised myself with the basic structure, I was surprised by how easy it was to manipulate; this has encouraged me to contemplate how I might include a wiki within my own website (another project to add to the IBL-inspired list!).<

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