TPM issues

My TPM device could not be detected and that’s caused all sorts of issues with my laptop, and I need to get back to trying to fix it, so this post will be shorter than usual.

[collective sighs of relief from readers worldwide]

But aside from that Trusted Platform Module problem (for that is what it are), it’s been a rather good day.

Best of all from my point of view were the results of my daughter’s Grade 5 Vocal exam (a thundering pass with bells on), the Boy Wonder being invested (is this the right word?) [UPDATE: it’s “inducted”] as a prefect at school, and my fastest 5km since before my watch can remember.

That’s me. Red and shiny after going too fast.

Right. Back to manually updating the BIOS.
What could go wrong?

Rookie mistake

Early days, but we need to get over to the UK next year at some point, and it makes sense to tie it in with another trip to Europe that’s happening in 2023. It needs a bit of organisation, with our family being distributed liberally across the continent at some points, so I’m making a start on checking out our options now.

But then, I made the mistake of looking at potential flights and hotels without using Incognito Mode.

And now every single advert on every single site I visit on every single device I own (including the hoover) is for a flight or a hotel. Everywhere.

Yes, I could use an ad-blocker, but usually, I’m rarely bothered by ads, so I don’t have one of those. But I’m thinking of doing something to remedy that, given that there are Croatian hotels and flights to Slovenia.

I never even looked for those destinations, so not only are the ads annoying, they’re also inaccurate and unhelpful.

I’m an idiot to make such a foolish error, and I’m sharing this here so you don’t have to endure the same crap each time you go near an internet.

Motivation

Motivational quotes.

There was once a time when they adorned the walls of each and every office you entered, including those of deeply uncool scientific academia. And if they had penetrated that far into nerdiness, than you know that they must have been popular.

Those days have long gone now, and the motivational quotes have been replaced, in many cases (especially those of scientific academia) by memes. You have to be a bitcoin-mining, entrepreneurial LinkedIn fanatic who wakes each morning a 4am to do meditations and emails, and enjoys equal numbers of coffees and organic smoothies before a lunchtime power stance hour, to still be into motivational quotes.

Which probably explains why they remain so popular in Cape Town.

I have a couple of social media friends who still share them, though. And because they’re not my thing (the quotes, not the friends) when I see them, more often than not, I tend to dissect them a little.

Like this one:

It’s some moss. Mostly out of focus moss. I hope your climb wasn’t actually too hard if that’s “the best view” that they’re referring to. Really, who’s that going to impress? Bryologists*, sure, but not if they’ve left their glasses at the bottom of the mountain. And if that’s the view they’ve got, then that’s clearly (no pun intended) what’s happened.

“Sometimes a hug is worth more than a thousand words.” Wow.

Look, I get it. Absolutely. In some situations, any number of words will never be enough, and all one needs is a little physical contact. But there needs to be some sort of disclaimer here. My son read this, and now he’s ended up in detention for not doing his English essay and then cuddling his teacher**.

But at least the background image on that one fits. Just look at this:

I mean, what’s that clearly recently-fed lion got to do with this? Is this supposed to be advice for the now legless impala that he’s just partially devoured? And let’s just look at that quote:

“Fall down seven times, stand up eight.”

Yeah, don’t give up, no matter what life throws at you. No matter how many challenges there are and no matter how desperate the situation seems.

Just. Keep. Going.

But… firstly, this surely demonstrates a degree of extreme clumsiness. Who falls down seven times? It seems excessive. Have you been drinking? Just take stock of your situation and surroundings after the first tumble or two. Give it a moment. Hold a railing or something solid. Maybe even just hug someone.
You probably won’t fall over another five times. And that’s got to be a good thing.

And secondly, surely “Fall down seven times, stand up seven” would make a lot more sense, no? Why – and how – are you going to stand up on that last time? You’re already standing, because you stood up seven times after you fell down seven times. Down, up, down, up etc etc, right?
Now what? How do you stand up again from a standing position? I can only surmise that maybe you were already lying down before the first fall? But then it would definitely offer some clarity if it were to say “Stand up once, fall down seven times, stand up seven”. Probably not as catchy though.

And while we’re on the subject:

Yes, we’ve been through the falling down thing. But the choice bit? Well, not if you’ve broken your legs. Imagine: there you are at the bottom of the stairs, blood and bones, snot en trane everywhere and someone wanders over to tell you this? I’d make the effort to stand up for an eighth time just to punch them squarely in the face (before collapsing in agony).

Anyway, I hope that these four images and this post have filled you with motivation for the rest of your day. Remember: always think positive! (unless you’re at the STD clinic).

* yes, I had to look this up.

** obviously, this is a made up situation for attempted comedic value only.

Heart

With all the cardiac problems going around, here’s some important advice.

This sort of thing takes a bit of practice. Go too fast, and you’ll leave your heart behind. Conversely, not fast enough, and your heart will inexplicably somehow get in front of you. Mmm.

You don’t want that.

Keep it inside your body as you walk. And hopefully as you do everything else, as well.

This was England (and the IOM)

A lovely little collection of images in The Guardian late last week, promoting an exhibition which includes the work of documentary photographer Chris Killip.

This one is a fog-(on the Tyne)-gy Wallsend, dated on the site as being taken in 1976. But the Tyne Pride – one of the huge ships being built at the Swan Hunter shipyard which was the be-all and end-all for all the families living in that area at that time – was actually launched in late 1975, so I think that might be incorrect. They built BIG SHIPS there back then. Here’s a better view of just how big:

Mark I Raleigh Chopper FTW!

I know Chris Killip’s work from his time on the Isle of Man, mostly documenting Manx farming life in the early 1970s. Not a lot had changed in the previous 100-odd years for many of those communities at that time, and not a lot changed in the 15 or 20 years after that either, so I recognise quite a few of the places and scenes (and maybe even one or two of the people?) from my time over there as a kid.

There are plenty of those images on the Manx Museum ‘iMuseum’ site here.