Stubborn (Snowflake #7)

March 10th, 2018 | tags: , , ,  |

This snowflake refuses to melt, even when temperatures rise well above freezing. It can normally be found hanging out with it’s homeys on the edge of strip mall car parks.

Stubborn (Snowflake #7)
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Root or route?

March 2nd, 2018 | tags: , , ,  |

Xray of teeth
It took ages, seconds, after the needle slid into my gum before my tear glands decided to shift into production mode. The dentist had agreed that raising my hand was a signal for him to stop. He ignored the tears which rolled inconveniently into my ear canals.

I listened to the whirring, the whinning, and  crunching his machine’s made through my jawbone. Then he warned me that I would hear the ping of the computer measuring the length of my (tooth root ) canal. Yes, beeps. It didn’t distract my tear glands.

Number 3, tooth number 3 in the (probably) international numerical labelling of teeth system has defined my poor relationship with dentists. I’ll not visit this one again. There are plenty more Endodontists in Minneapolis, should I ever need one again.

Tooth number 3 has died. It probably died a long time ago. I felt no pain in it’s passing, no abscess formed, no nasal problems, no pain, no strange taste in my mouth. It died, it continued to do a good job despite some aging, silver, dental repairs from the mid 1980s. But its dead. Any dentist will tell you that this causes all sorts of potential for all sorts of problems. The ultimate solution is a root canal. I’d been told 12 years ago that i needed a root canal on this tooth. But the dentist was so icky that i decided to ignore the tooth and the dentist until it definitely needed doing.  Recently, I changed my mind. I’m still not convinced that root canals are an always needed solution, because if they’re not needed…then they’re simply not noticed…  and a dentist doesn’t get paid.

Meanwhile, I got some unpleasant dental work done because the dental profession agrees that I need a root canal, the silverwork would benefit from being replaced, and I decided that I should have another go at letting dentist demonstrate they have more than medical treatment skills and an aspiration to make money. I’m not convinced.

My Dentist, who referred me to the Endodontist, has a treatment plan with a lot more involved.  Do I trust him in this profit-making machine that is American healthcare? No. What work will I pick, what work will I ignore?

What route will i take?

Root or route?
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Foggy (snowflake #6)

February 24th, 2018 | tags: , , ,  |

This snow is so fine and evenly distributed, at first glance, it looks like thick fog. It is thick fog, frozen into flakes. It’s closest relative is dandruff snow. Foggy snowflakes are even smaller than dandruff snowflakes. It’s almost impossible to photograph with a phone, my only equipment. The first covering of the ground is so fine it’s like icing sugar.

Foggy (snowflake #6)
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Spooky (snowflake #5)

November 11th, 2017 | tags: , , , ,  |

I94 ghostly snowfall

Like dry ice on stage at a concert, spooky snow sweeps over the road, swirling away from the approaching car tires. It lingers like smoke until approached when it speedily swirls away into the darkness.  Fascinating white flames in the dry cold briefly caught dancing in the headlights of cars.

Hard, dry and fast, it stings.

Fire’s nemesis.


Fifth in a series describing different types of snowfall

Spooky (snowflake #5)
3 votes rating 3.7

Fake (Snowflake #4)

November 10th, 2017 | tags: , , , ,  |

A bi-product of the entertainment industry. Mainly used when temperatures are already below 32F. It provides a thin fresh, clean covering.

Theodore Wirth Park

Forth in a series that will describe the different types of snowfall this winter.

Fake (Snowflake #4)
2 votes rating 5

Stupid (Snowflake #3)

November 4th, 2017 | tags: , , , ,  |

It’s thick, it’s dense. It’s common, there’s a lot of it about. It doesn’t seem to be going away. It’s a bit flakey. I’m a bit fascinated by it’s arrival and watch, dumb-struck. Stupid snow. It’s here and it’s staying around.

This is my car after about 40 minutes exposure to stupid snow:


Third in a series that will describe the different types of snowfall this winter.

Stupid (Snowflake #3)
2 votes rating 5

Antisocial (snowflake #2)

November 3rd, 2017 | tags: , , , ,  |

This type of snowflake has a personal space in excess of 3ft

It meanders down avoiding settling on stuff and disappears as soon as it hits a surface. The flakes may be more substantial than “Dandruff” flakes, but they don’t have presence. They evoke a sense of disappointment, “is this all we’re getting

They don’t settle, they cover anything

The anti-social snowflake is an anti-climax

Leaving Pangbourne

Second in a series that will describe the different types of snowfall this winter.

Antisocial (snowflake #2)
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Dandruff (snowflake #1)

November 2nd, 2017 | tags: , , , ,  |

Small, firm, frozen droplets, creating a light fog with a sticky texture. Settling on walls and trees, creating a cover that doesn’t crunch under-foot


First in a series that will describe the different types of snowfall this winter.

Dandruff (snowflake #1)
2 votes rating 5

Sunday afternoon

June 12th, 2017 | tags:  |

Pulled up at the 4-way. No cars behind, either side, approaching. A pedestrian is steadily sauntering down the centre of the road directly toward me. I fix my eyes on his black sunglasses as I decide to drive around him on the wrong side of the road. He keeps pace and direction, I glance at him in my reverse view mirror, walking directly across the junction without looking for traffic approaching from either side. He disappears over the brow into the wealthy residential district and I wonder if that focussed direction is accompanied by a gun.

Sunday afternoon
3 votes rating 2.7

Online by-passed the physical lines

May 29th, 2017 | tags: , ,  |

Ford Museum ticket line
The Henry Ford Museum entrance was just as confusing as the car parking. My first shot at parking my car took me right through the complex and spat me out onto some interstate. I had to find a place to get out and reset my Satnav (USA = GPS).
Walking into the entrance hall, I found a docent and asked if I needed to stand in line because I already had a ticket purchased online. I didn’t.
Throughout the Ford complex there were many lines and I got to flaunted straight passed all of them because I’d picked up tickets online.
Looks like a lot of local Americans are not using online purchasing…

Online by-passed the physical lines
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Pull the plug

July 1st, 2016 | tags: , , , ,  |

Mum: can I switch my computer off while I’m away?

Wendy: yes, there’s a button on the side…

Mum: No, I mean can I just pull the plug out of the wall, I want to use the socket for a timer and side light?

Wendy: Yes, that should work

Pull the plug
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Lunch in America

June 5th, 2016 | tags: , , ,  |

St Pauls International Children's festivalSt. PaulsDotted around the international children fair were food vans featuring varied cultural delights. As I waited for my pseudo Cornish pasty to warm by this one, I watched another couple waiting patiently. Her arm loosely draped around his waist. She murmured a few words occasionally glancing up to meet his eyes

They looked very much in love

Lunch in America
3 votes rating 2.3

Breakfast in America

June 4th, 2016 | tags: , ,  |

 Egg cups
Do you have any of those things that you put a boiled egg in to eat it?”

I have about 15 egg cups

Do you cut up bits of toast and dip them in the egg while its in the cup


(Laughter) “why not put the egg on the bread?”

That would be a completely different experience… equally edible

Breakfast in America
6 votes rating 4.3

1614 Stakeholder Mapping

May 15th, 2016 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

John Speed atlas of Britaine front piece. Estate sales in the USA are rather like having an open house to sell your house contents. An Estate Sales company manages promotion and financial logistics and people come fro all over to buy anything from cutlery, screwdrivers to dining room suites. They seem to happen as standard for middle-class-wish homes. A way of downsizing before moving into retirement homes, following an elderly person’s death.

I picked up this 4ft x 2ft scaled-up reproduction of a front-piece to a 1614 map by “John Speed” for $20. Bargain! The glass and fame are probably each worth more than that!

The border shows heraldic symbols for key Stakeholders in a United Kingdom of Great Britain, from top left, clockwise:

Romane Empire
Heath Britaines
Chritha Britaines
Kentish Britaines
Heathe west Saxons
Christa west Saxons
First Saxon Monarks
Later Saxon Monarks
Norman Kings
Andegavion Kings
Kings of France
Kings of Scotland
Kings of Ireland
Welsh Princes
Later Kings of Wales
First kings of Wales
Cornith Kings
King of Man
Danith Kings
Mercian Kings
East Angles
East Saxons
South Saxons

1614 Stakeholder Mapping
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Purse pack

May 15th, 2016 | tags: , , , ,  |

Not a wallet so full that it’s packed. A purse is a handbag. A pack is a package. A package made to fit in a handbag. I am still learning words here in the USA and still using old world words in the wrong place

Wendy called my yard a garden!” a colleague gleefully announced. What’s the difference between a yard and a garden in the USA? She had plants carefully placed, a rocketry that would have impressed the knights that say “Ni”,  it was sculpted, not just a space with a boundary measured in feet and yards.

Purse pack
3 votes rating 2.7

Amongst the jolly chatter

May 5th, 2016 | tags: , , , , ,  |

That night in the Turkish bar Mumzie made some witty quip that reminded me of how clever and entertaining she can be in the most unexpected way. Impulsively, I leant over, hugged her, and gently kissed her neck. She whispered

That’s what I miss

I knew she meant dad. We had barely talked of him. At that time, 6 months after his passing, I hadn’t even seen her cry. Not even at the funeral. I was amazed by her stoicism. I’d burst out in floods of tears as soon as I saw the coffin and couldn’t stop until it disappeared from view. Some people were disturbed by mum”s lack of emotive expression, some thought it meant she didn’t care. I didn’t think that. We talked of practical things, of all the bureaucracy, furniture shifting, and belongings sorting that follows a death. We worked our grief through engaging with things and doing.

American Swedish InstituteHere, in Minneapolis, almost a year to the day after his death, I first saw her cry. Mum had accompanied me on a trip here to help me choose a place to live. We visited museums, historic buildings, art galleries and the American Swedish Institute (ASI). In the ASI we looked at traditional Swedish glassware, stoves, decorations, weaving. It was beautiful and very reminiscent of things in my parents home. As we walked into one room mum whispered ‘your dad would have loved this’. She was right, I could see his happy face and hear him telling us stories about his childhood in Sweden as an evacuee during WW2. I gave us a big hug. She knew why I’d wanted to come to the ASI. He’s part of me, I seek happiness in the things that made him happy. Mum and I share memories of dad’s being in a way that cannot be spoken. I think we miss him in a similar way, though I’m more prone to talking, writing, about it.

Recently, during a skype call, mumzie enthusiastically described her first trip to the Lake District. It sounded marvellous, snow capped mountain hikes (she’s 79!), lakes, windy roads, old trains, and then she mentioned the mill. An old mill “Your dad would have loved it”. This time without tears, and I smiled. I visited a Mill here in Minnesota recently and thought exactly the same thing. He’s with us on all our adventures, in spirit. Then mum started talking about the Russian formula 1 race that was on her TV. She described how it’s not as much fun to watch when she doesn’t have someone who cares more about it to share watching it with.

I know what you mean” the words sounded weak to convey the depth of understanding. So many experiences loose their ‘edge’ when the partner you’d shared them with, enjoyed them with, even enjoyed them because of that partner, is no longer there. So many everyday things that I once engaged-in with agust,  have faded from fun things to enjoyable things. As if the loss of a loved one throws a permanent damp blanket on one’s capacity to fully engage with those things.

Loss seeps through the jolly chatter of everyday things

Amongst the jolly chatter
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I want to bonsai a wisteria

May 1st, 2016 | tags: , , , , , ,  |
Bonsai'd wysteria

Bonsai’d Wysteria

The light spring breeze danced with his loose, sparkling, Celtic curls “Can I interest you on some gravel Mam?

The earnest delivery by a boy untouched by razors was enough to make me laugh. Laugh out loud in the old fashioned, diaphram-shaking nature of the emotion. “Thank you, but no thank you, I’m looking for a wisteria in a pot, do you have any?”

Pale as his completion was, this question still managed to still further bleach colour. In seconds,  self-disappointment showed, more effectively than words, across his face. “it’s my second day, I’m only really familiar with the gravel, but I know someone who can help us

He walked me towards another member of staff  “that’s a lovely accent you’ve got, where are you from?”

England, do you have a garden?” Oh dear, I’m interviewing him for his job, must stop being so judgemental…

He introduced me to the next assistant, a boy who looked young enough to still be in high school with the heavy black loose curls that I associate with Italians. I asked about Wisteria. The Celtish boy quickly added “She’s from England, that’s the accent

I suspect they don’t get many people from outside this city district of South Minneapolis. The Italian looking boy replied with a ‘Whatever’ nonchalance “It’s my first day, I don’t know” By now, the store manager had noticed the flocking of her new employees and made a very personable b-line for me. She found out about my general gardening requirements and the boys hovered in the background, witnessing an excellent role model.

No wisteria yet, but I’ll be back. I could even put in a personalised order for the wisteria of my choice. I left empty handed and happy

I want to bonsai a wisteria
6 votes rating 4.3

Sylvac bunny 990

January 24th, 2016 | tags: , , ,  |

Untitled What can you tell me about these two Sylvac bunnies?

They appear to be the same shape, very similar moulds. The markings on the base are similar to other bunnies that I have and look authentic.

The colours are slightly different, the glaze appears slightly different.

The most notable difference is the pattern of the fur. One bunny has regular lines, the other has a more twisty layout of fur. Look at the outside of the ears…

Are they both Sylvac from different production periods?


Sylvac bunny 990
4 votes rating 3.8

sockets and plugs are made for each other. literally

November 6th, 2015 | tags: , ,  |

floor socketI walked into a crowded room, at my USA workplace. People milling around and chatting. A attractive colleague I hadn’t seen for a few months strode up to me and gave me a big hug. I’m not used to being hugged in American workplaces, it’s unusual, people tend to be cautious about potential harassment. A most pleasant experience. I was a little flabbergasted by this very public display of affection, and quite flattered. Ego inflation.

15 minutes later I was sat on the floor discussing floor plug design, as an aside to work, with a British colleague. For me, a fascinating discussion. We described our home fixtures and how they worked. His are brass, and cost a fortune to install. Mine are plastic, were there when I moved in.

As I described how to open mine “I have to take the top right off”
The attractive colleague was walking behind and exclaimed loudly  “Oh! Should we leave?”
The Brit I was talking to started giggling uncontrollably.

Double entendre? From an attractive American? In the work place!

Later at lunch, during a group conversation the attractive American used touching my arm as a way of indicating that he had something to say to me. I’d forgotten about this type of way of being.

Feels like flirting. I like it. I suspect I have a crush on this boy.
Flirting is fun, I need to brush up on my very rusty skills.

sockets and plugs are made for each other. literally
6 votes rating 5

virgin bites apple

November 1st, 2015 | tags: , , ,  |

I’ve loitered outside Apple stores. I’ve sniggered at the long queues waiting for the store to open, or inside at the back tables. A long time ago I went inside one and photographed the layout. I’d never been in to use one for it’s intended purpose. Until now.

Does this look like a pleasant place to be?  It wasn’t.

Rosedale center Apple storeI strode down the wide mouth of the open fronted Rosedale Apple store, straight towards the watch display. I don’t like shopping, my goal was try one on my wrist, try out the interactions, buy (or not) and leave.  The back of the store was full of people

At first I couldn’t tell who was staff or shopper. I stood alone by the watch stand with my head up looking around for help.  After what seemed like ages I realised that all the store staff had headphones on and were in almost constant communication with each other. I tried to catch the eye of several staff members. They were all too busy to notice me. Very frustrating. I nearly left

I overheard one staff talk to another about a “greeter”. I looked towards the door where a lone member of staff was saying hello and introducing himself to people as the entered.

He had failed to greet me.

Maybe I need to be officially greeted before I exist as a customer in a virtual queue. I walked up to him and waited while he greeted several other people before acknowledging me. By this time I was angry. I stayed calm while he asked me my name, and worked out why I was there. I mentioned my long wait and he politely apologised, saying his colleague (name 1) would be over to help me in a few minutes

In all, 4 more staff introduced themselves to me, confirmed they knew I was interested in a watch, told me their colleague, name-2 ( then name-3, name-4, name-5) would be along soon to help me.  Each time I was picked-up, my eager anticipation of doing my shopping and getting out, quickly, rose. Each time they told me another colleague would be along to help me soon, my anger levels rose, exponentially. I nearly walked out a couple of times. I considered throwing myself on the floor and having a tantrum in the style of a toddler.

Well done Apple for balancing understaffing with ‘just-in-time’ contact

By the time someone could actually get a watch out of the case so that I could try it on, I was not in the mood to be nice. I just wanted my questions answered and to get out. I opened by telling her I wasn’t a fan of Apple, I’d been waiting over 30 mins and I just wanted a functional walk through. The shop assistant, obviously found this difficult, she tried very hard to deliver her well trained sales pitch.

No, I wasn’t interested in the exercise App, nor the representations of the globe…

  • does it fit?
  • How do I load and update Apps?
  • How do I customise the display?
  • What does each button do?
  • How do I take a screenshot

To her credit she did very well, clearly trained for dealing with ancy clientele. After I’d paid for the brick she took me to some sort of troubleshooting table where one member of staff stood surrounded by about 5 standing clientele, users. We had a few problems because of some of my default (corporate) phone settings… once we’d restarted the phone and watch about half a dozen times we’d sorted it. Definitely quicker than my trying to do that at home, and cheaper for Apple than supporting multiple phone calls trying to troubleshoot a very visual experience. I appreciated being able to walk out of the store with a working watch… ready to play with…

  • Having someone there while I set-up the watch was a big bonus, because clearly the set-up has not been made easy.
  • Having very polite staff repetitively ignore me, then pass me around like a parcel was very annoying. I’ve never experienced anything that bad outside of an NHS appointment.
virgin bites apple
3 votes rating 5

Still standing still

October 27th, 2015 | tags: ,  |

moveDad’s failing Tissot with a mechanical movement has been replaced by… …an Apple watch.

The watch tells me that I excersize without moving. I call this behaviour deep thought, that’s thought.

I love my new watch. Not the phone, just the massive brick of a watch. The phone is merely a conduit, a relay box that I can use to update the watch settings. I now know what time it is in every country that I might feel inclined to call… …and other surprisingly pleasing trivia.

I still use my windows phone for ‘personal’ stuff, but this gadget could be the one that catalyses my shift away from a Windows platform.

Still standing still
2 votes rating 3

Ready to go home

October 24th, 2015 | tags: ,  |

ThreeSisters B&BIn the darker hours of the night I remembered knowing that in the morning I needed to be ready to be taken home. Someone would call and take me home, no need to pack anything

I knew that I was currently sleeping in my bed, in the Wendy house.  Happy that I was going to be taken, no public transport involved, no pain,  relieved that I didn’t need to pack anything or prepare the Wendy House to be left. No fuss.

Unbothered by not knowing where this next home is, or who else is there

In the morning light, no one came for me.  I would have been ready, if my time had come…

Ready to go home
1 vote rating 5

Seasonal Affective Disorder

October 21st, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

Autumn 006

At first,

I thought a new collective noun had been created for the process of “unfriending” someone when I overheard an American say



Seasonal Affective Disorder
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Dinner with strangers

October 15th, 2015 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Chicago trip (15)You have to book a table in the dining car on the Amtrak “Empire Builder”. You wait at the carriage door to be seated and the waiter places you with 3 other passengers, who embarked and will disembark at different stations. Forced socialness.  I was placed at a table with Betty and John, a couple with silvering hair, and Glenn. A fat, balding  realtor with 5 daughters.

Glenn: I detect an accent, what bought you to America, what’s his name

Wendy: (named my employing Fortune 100 company and it’s male CEO)

John nearly spat out his food, and barely managed to subdue the smile. As the meal progressed Glenn changed from domineering, leading the conversation to quiet. I felt a bit mean, but such overt sexism tends to quell my ability to empathise with a person.

Also, Betty and John’s story was very interesting. Glenn’s story was also interesting… but…

Dinner with strangers
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Autumn Amtrak

October 13th, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

Riding the “Empire Builder” from Minneapolis to Chicago and back. Over 7hrs each way. Big seats, even bigger luggage allowance.

By accident of fate the retired gentleman that sat next to me on the first journey was a real gem, great company. The time flew by. As he left, he thanked me for being a “great conversationalist”. A compliment I really value, especially now that I spend so little time with people in conversation on anything other than work. What a treat to talk of politics, buildings, the education system, family, climate, anything and many things. In-between our conversations I photographed the fantastic Minnesota and Wisconsin emerging autumn colours.

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Chicago trip (12)

Autumn Amtrak
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Time to stop

October 2nd, 2015 | tags: , , ,  |

Tissot watchDad’s watch stopped again.

It was a bit flaky during Dad’s life. I invested in an overhaul, with a 20year guarantee, from a UK watch specialist. It went back a couple of times while I was in the UK. The watch specialist definitely worked for their guarantee.

Now I’m in the USA and the watch has shifted from ‘flaky’ to dead. It’s stopped. It stopped last night. I was annoyed. It’s Dad’s watch. I love the look and feel of it, I love what it represents. But a watch that doesn’t work is too sad to wear. I wrote mum a short email and sadly said that I was giving up on the watch and that my previous watch hung limply around my wrist, I’ve lost weight since arriving in the USA.

A few hours later my brother contacted me to let me know that Mum’s favourite brother had died that night.

When it’s time to stop. Time stops.



Time to stop
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Musical diagnosis

September 10th, 2015 | tags: ,  |

Friend from the 1990’s that I haven’t seen since then: “what sort of music do you listen to?”

Wendy: “All sorts, mainly 80’s

Friend: “You’re romantic!”

Musical diagnosis
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Windows 10 on one surface, not the other

September 6th, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

I wont be downloading windows 10 on my 2nd surface. I want to savour the excellent tablet oriented design  of Windows 8. Design that didn’t assume that a physical keyboard was attached. That’s how I use my surfaces. I’ll miss Windows 8. It looks like Microsoft has focussed the design of Windows 10 on the assumption of a keyboard attached as the primary use context. Not designed for me, or people that enjoy the tablet form factor (without they keyboard). Ho hum

Here are a few moments I went through with the windows 10 upgrade process, rated on a scale of 0 thru 5 where 0 s atrocious and 5 is excellent, followed by a description of what I’ve rated

5* It downloaded in the background

2* It has completed downloading – now install – message  not displayed on tablet UI, I missed it for a couple of weeks

5* I liked be able to set when to install. I choose midnight, when I’d be asleep

0* It actually start installing until when I wanted to use my computer in the morning, not at midnight. A significant, unexpected, disruption to my planned use time

0* I had to reset my preferred colour scheme and desktop background after installing. Come on! These are personal settings that should be migrated!

2* After install was set-up. Just when you think you’ve finished, you have to do something else

2* Set-up encouraged accepting default options that included sharing information with advertisers to tailor advertising to me. I used the option to review and set all the options rather than accepting defaults to remove this default, and the automated sharing of location information. I was unsure what some of the options really meant, for example the automated connect to networks. It offered to automatically connect to my contacts networks. Interesting, but I opted out of this, I want to know what networks I’m connecting to and approve that connection

2* Very new UI that gives prominence  to the “Desktop” interface, is not immediately intuitive, takes time to learn. M experience of everyday use MAY  be better once I’ve learned it. But the first experience of the new UI is not inspiring or encouraging

1* The “start menu” is back. Undoubtedly a crowd pleaser, but the way they’ve constructed it is to move (downgrade) the tablet selection UI and ‘squeeze’ live-tiles into a space within the start menu space, effectively making what was once  “All programs” into a group, scrollable, tile selection.  Leaving the left hand side of the stat menu a a traditional work list.  it’s a strikingly conservative design.  They’ve got lots of old crowd pleasers in the start menu like “file explorer” the power menu, and settings. And they’ve ‘forced’ a grouping on the live tiles rather than re-using my groupings. They’ve added things tracking the stock market! What does that say about the product development team! Hah.  I’ve been ‘un-pinning’ these personally irrelevant things from the menu and trying to regroup everything and rename it back to my original arrangement. The live tiles have lost a lot of functionality, e.g. for showing summaries of their contents

0* Had to trawl through virtually all the PC settings to find out how to ‘get back’ some of my windows 8 positive experiences. Glad to be able to set the menu as full screen tiles. Disappointed windows didn’t detect my lack of keyboard and set this as default that could be offered for adjustment when a keyboard is first attached

0* Keyboard auto-arrival is SO MUCH WORSE. I have to manually open and close the virtual keyboard

0* inconsistent and rare screen reformatting when virtual keyboard is opened, much worse than windows 8. I’m often unable to see key instructions or entry fields on my screen because they are obscured by the keyboard, previously this was not a problem

3* It hook quite a lot pf use o work out how to move between my Apps an desktops. The new multitasking navigation model. This could be god for on going use. I’m still not confident I fully understand it

3* Resetting passwords for things that Windows didn’t already know my passwords for – it’s gathering knowledge of all my passwords. I’m not overly happy with the forced linking of all that knowledge about me. I can see this is a step towards being able to upgrade without having to reset all the passwords, but its a standard pain in the upgrade process and I wasn’t expecting it this time round

*1 Skype asking me to install an update again, feels like about 4 in the last month, but I may not of completed them to the software’s expectations because the process was so convoluted and unintuitive. Maybe I’ve only done this 2 times. I hope this second time has re-instated the effective use lf my tablet camera. I doubt it given all the other enhancements have been a step backward for tablet users

0* I got so frustrated on the first hour after installing that I rebooted the surface – just out of learning from past experience, mot any help or advice from windows or it’s apps. It installed updates! I guess the settings changes I made required rebooting. They should have advised me. But maybe it was something else… the update was from Microsoft, within an hour of a Microsoft update, so I feel justified in directing my anger and frustration towards them

5* The ability to roll back to windows 8 within 4 weeks. But the fear of facing equal resetting pain after the roll back is a blocker…  not yet sure whether to roll back..

Windows 10 on one surface, not the other
2 votes rating 4.5

The tall pasty one

August 18th, 2015 | tags: , ,  |

Boarding the plane from Mumbai to Bangalore involved riding a bus from the terminal to the plane. A crowded bus of about 60 passengers. I was the only Caucasian person on the bus. Possibly the only person who’s family hadn’t hailed from India within the last century. A sprinkling of clearly American, and English, accents suggest that there are other people raised, or mainly living, outside India on the bus.

I’m tall!


Oh my! There are only about 10 people on this bus who are taller than me (5″6′). Goodness, I had no preconception, prejudice, that put people from India in a ‘short’ category (I do now). I think I need to wear dark sunglasses so that I look like someone famous trying to travel incognito…

The tall pasty one
1 vote rating 5

Unubiquitous computing

August 15th, 2015 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Very excited about my first trip to India (Bangalore).  I’ve got a ‘Tripit’ account because it leverages other corporate software systems for travel. Tripit’s got an App on my iPhone (work supplied, OBVIOUSLY!) and my personal windows phone and…..

I made the technology-ignorant assumption that if I could use an App on my Windows phone, there would be an equivalent for my windows surface…. they’re both windows mobile devices….

Silly me

Must remember that technology rarely meets use expectations of the technically naïve

So I’ll be sat at the airport during icky layovers (New Jersey on the way out, Mumbai on the way back) using my surface to read and surf the nets for pleasure but my tripit notifications will be coming through whichever phone I’ve decided to turn on

Unubiquitous computing
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