Friday, 13 April 2012

A momentary yawn

We still here?

My, it has been a while.  

Crap.

Oh well, might as well take a quick run through of the things i've missed...: 
Budgets...
Russian electoral fraud, american republican copycat electoral fraud - if it's good enough for the commies, it's good enough for us! must have been the thinking at the time...  
Triple standards, "oh, i didn't know the rich try to pay no tax?  When did that happen? Am i really the chancellor?"... 
Sudan (north and south) descending into a sadly predicted quagmire... 
Syria ready to implode - still?... 
Chinese coups, or is that skulduggery?... 
Being able to see let alone count less than a dozen stars during a clear city night... 
Food prices up, energy prices up, clothes costs up (in the uk at any rate, wages? What wages!...  
'This manifesto, i wave before you, is nothing more than toilet paper; and, in the tradition of good old fashioned toilet paper, it will be flushed the day we get into office,' a clip from a leaked post-production party political broadcast to be aired at the next election, in the 5th parallel universe... 
A raspberry pi.  Finally, the raspberry pi...  
Births... 
Deaths...  and the ever growing clamour for a pre-emptive strike against iran; to ensure they don't build a nuclear weapon they may have already built but are obviously hiding, leaving no other alternative but an assassination, a bombing of innocent civilians by their lackeys.  This is pinned by a nail-gun to the beating chest of the iranian president due to the unforeseen and unfortunate accident where one of the careless perpetrators' of horror, forgets to dispose of the videos linking them to the acts, and their passports with almost daily flights to and fro iran are serendipitously found in a pristine unburned patch of clothing amongst a mound circled by a set of muddy footprints.  A tube of iranian toothpaste is also found floating down a stream, and bits of a students' thesis postulating how far advanced iran's invisible, behind the scenes, really top secret war-machine really is, is included in top, uber top, government briefings.  Wasn't this ground-hog nonsense flayed to dust during the last decade?  Of course, before we even begin to have our collective "noes" twisted into "yeas" we should know exactly which group(s) or corporate entities will be made richer, far richer, because of it.

Ah, i can hear the clamour for a 'what does it all mean' explanation gathering in the ether.  In this particular instance, it's time for another nap...

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Secret of the american economic success story

according to the track record of m.r.

In five easy steps ...
  1. Saddle the company you've swooped on with huge loans,
  2. Reduce workers remuneration & benefits,
  3. Raise prices and screw r&d - so no one wants to buy your products,
  4. Sack the workers,
  5. Bankrupt the company and run away with the money - all legally of course.
... now upscale to a whole country...

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Days of sun

It's three degrees celsius, clouds are dissipating and i'm feeling rather unwell.  I know i'm feeling unwell, as there's a strange nimbus of happiness coursing through me. 

Luckily that usually presages the descent of some horrible calamity, so i'll wait a few hours, to see what it is - the apocalypse would be nice but can't have everything - if it's more happiness, i'll be even more upset.

Now, where's that 110 spf sun cream...

Monday, 27 February 2012

Changes

This is the 502nd rambling post of sorts, and i must admit to being surprised at popping stuff past single figures, let alone 500 of them.  Okay, if i remove all those posts that are just of pictures, videos, or one-liners, or some other criteria that might make a post somewhat paratactically meaningful - somewhere along the lines of "i will read this; god i wish i couldn't read, i believe my head might implode!" then i'm still in double figures - low double figures.  Nevertheless it's gone past the two hand stage, i haven't being sued, and there's still so much nonsense within and without that needs a good pricking.  I breath a somewhat hearty refrain of relief.

Unfortunately i made the rash decision a few months ago of looking through previous entries (ones earlier than 2011), to find to my horror that changing the  layout had skewed, and made painfully unreadable, some of the earlier posts of indeterminate length.

So all new non--suffering readers stumbling across this little corner of the interwebbingtubes, you've been saved a horrid experience.  I know i should go back and nicely re-align everything - whilst being relatively semi-cross at google - but i haven't yet reached the stage where i want to sit down and re-check hundreds of posts, over say, hunting for the ladybird i saw scuttling around on a window frame last week, or the caterpillar i saw clambering up a plug two days ago - despite it still being winter.

But as i get ready to hit another period of semi-hermitisation (after such a shoddy winter here), perhaps my mood will cheerfully rise; as in less than 10 months time and the end/change/something possibly happening event creeping up, or not, on to the world, i'll no longer need to fret about filling another 500.  

Monday, 20 February 2012

David cameron professes to  give scotlanders more power if they reject going independent.  

When did the david become the all-powerful-all-seeing-all-everything?  I say that as i presume (without devoting anything more than a quarter of my functional cell to the task) that if scotland do go their merry independent way, so not having to put up with the nonsense emanating from whitehall, their ability to have as much power as they can happily gorge on, regardless of what the silly southern sasanacs might say, will be more or less dependent on them.

It's like telling a child (this is an analogy so no comments), that if they don't vote to have the entire shop given to them, they might just (if we feel like it) give them one or two of the sweets.  But only if they keep the status quo.

Perhaps there's something really important i've missed whilst only skimming the headlines.

Friday, 3 February 2012

Periodic trumpet puritanicalness

This was going to be a long worded post of griping, whining and all things curmudgeonly pedantic. 

However serendipity decided otherwise, as the interwebbedtube thingy squirted stuff through the connection whilst watching a documentary on beebs iplayer about the dearth of out gay players in the uks football leagues.  One of the songs used in that documentary caught me in an unguarded moment, and caused a slight melt to occur in my icy carapace.

Rizzle kicks - down with the trumpets...


Sunday, 29 January 2012

Watering other people gardens

I was minding my own business - which i do on a regular basis - when i heard what sounded like, well actually it was, high screeches, laughter and hysterical screeches from outside.  The entertainment venue was having another do and people were either queuing or walking towards the entrance.

After five minutes of this continual screeching i decided to investigate.  On the one side there was nothing but the passing of cars and people walking down, but i could still hear the hysterics, so popped into the other room and opened the curtain.

I'm not sure who was surprised, the one girl who was taking a picture of another girl who was posing, or after a quick shout from the blond-haired girl taking the picture on her mobile, their other female friend who scurried from the gap still pulling up her skirt - no doubt relieving herself underneath windows before entering the venue.

Before you say i'm being preposterous, let me re-assure you, i really wish i was.  There is no security from the venue checking, and i don't often feel in the mood to sit or stand by the window to take make note.  But this wasn't the first time.  On another occasion a whole group (five if memory serves me correctly) had popped over the wall and only done a runner when i tapped by the window with camera in hand, or another time in broad daylight when two guys peed by the neighbours window. 


Of course my thoughts turn to electrified panels, or fences.  I'm sure they would neither like nor enjoy someone peeing by their windows on a regular or any basis. Can't even hibernate in peace.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

I have the power

I'm not sure quite how i came across hard creations - i have the power clip on youtube.  But it's a curious combination, the daleks & the beloved leader - yes ms margaret thatcher, to the beat of... i'm not really sure.  Listen at least twice to let it wash over you.

With lines like: "You turn if you want to, the lady's not for turning... I move by psycho-kinetic power... there is no-such thing as society.."  Why wouldn't you want to listen to all those memorable words all over again - even if it was from a few years ago.  

And for those who weren't able to participate the first time round, just wait until the current crop finish!





Well it was monday, and a very happy chinese new year.

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Gripping noise

I was gripped, focused like a slightly wavering laser on lisa jardines point of view: volume control, the other day broadcast on bbc radio 4.

Gripped!

As she spell-blindingly weaved the horror (my interpretation) people are subjected to in growing urban islands by the incessant ever-increasing noise, which is taking place on a daily basis.  Wonder what she'd make of this particular noise hole and tfls & lambeth councils recalcitrance (from empirical evidence) in reducing it?

Gripped!

Until the end.  When she basically said things will only get worse, so we'll all "have to develop our own personal self protective strategies for dealing with it.  Like improving our powers of concentration!"

Concentration?

I quickly filed through my back catalogue of half-penned, on the wobbly drawing-board need more angst before they'll ever see the light of day finishing ideas pile, and alighted on the personal emp portable generated user field - otherwise known as pepguf TM - simply gathering dust, whilst managing to glare back at me seethingly.

Yes, that would bring a brief respite of quiet noise crashing down on the area.  Might even create one more day (however briefly) in the year, when silence, or a suitable simulacrum thereof, can once again reign supreme.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Left, right...

I heard the following from the glorious "talk geek to me" podcast, and then read the original on "the angry blog":
"Lately the argument between the Left and the Right has gotten way out of control.  They are all trying to out do each other for being more religious, more in touch with unemployment and more in touch with the poor."
The Angry Blog 

Thank you oh angry blog.  Pop in your own country and see how relevant it is to you.

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

The lovely people - III

Someone queried the other day, "how are the lovely people?"

"A little less dreadful, but it was christmas and they spent it away," I said.  Then i realised i'd actually perked up over the period - in hindsight.  The only oddity, perhaps even a downside, was the increasing amount of pollution seemingly hanging in the air, or over the air here, during the past couple of weeks.  Either that or my body's starting to produce it's own over-powering brand of incense!

As the gaseous porosity of the structure continues to make itself known, with flows rolling from one part of the block to another, so the smells of burnt toast, eggs, farts, and roast dinners follows the paths of ease accessing willing, or otherwise, nostrils through the papier-mâché construction.

I believe one reason why there appears to be an increase in pollution levels, can be aimed squarely towards the main gate of the courtyard undergoing its transformation.  It was, apparently, "too heavy."  The fact people used to push it open with cars or vans appears to have been moot; so its frame - a former shadow of itself if you will - now swings pitifully open or closed, nary a bang let alone shudder, announcing its presence.
 
The top bit of the ex-solid-gate, looks sullenly out as the naked bottom bit allows anything smaller than a rugby ball to sail straight through completely unhindered, and as the other end of the estate is ringed by structures, any odd molecule heavy enough and not too disturbed by breeze has the ability to slowly gather.  As the amount of breeze over the past week has been less  than minimal, so the noticeable increase in pollution levels, for those duffers inhabiting the first level or two.

But at least i still have the option to do things and move my carcase.  RIP for those poor souls caught in the costa concordia event.  I wonder when the expression, "you damned schett you, get back to your post!" will become the berating phrase of choice?

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Fiscality

Looking through the wise words and expert opinions regarding all things financial, i'm oft reminded of a driver going in reverse at high speed along a mountainous road, with one eye firmly on the precipice.

Friday, 13 January 2012

Eating our own?

My first read of this particular throwaway, from one of london's freebie papers, had me wondering over the precise whereabouts of the great knee-jerk outcry, or admonishments by those berating scientists for wasting time in researching areas that would bring about the end of humanity or at the very least the downfall of civilisation.  Perhaps there has been and i've simply missed it.  

It might, however, give a whole new meaning to the term: grow your own, whilst also keeping up with the time honoured genre engendered by every friday the 13th.

metro uk, 13th January 2012
 


Space for nothing

Always room for it

When was the last time you made space for nothing?

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Where's europa station?

I, for one, am extremely disappointed there is still no moon base, whilst the opportunity of winning a global lottery to spend 24 hours basking in the weak (compared to our relative goldilocked position)  sunlight, streaming through slightly thickened windows in a station circling one of jupiters moon (europa), is as distant now as when science fiction first came up with the idea.

Sadly, the publics eye doesn't seem to care that much for space and its exploration any more.  It appears to engender even less excitement than that of elusive particles flying around a ring.  However, focus our  fluttering attention  around the tangibles of the next whizzy mobile ultra-spec'd anything, or whether the winner of the latest reality show really deserved to win - or did they simply make that story of a death defying plunge to save a bus load from the jaws of certain doom all up - and we're easily reeled.

I suppose the immediacy of watching a winner go through their paces showing similar (to a portion of  watchers at least) emotions, stresses and joys, comes across on a far more personal and meaningful level, than would a floating can filled with people they didn't really know about.  Who, from day to day, hadn't really done much, except travel a few more thousand kilometres since the last time they checked, with the most excitement coming from the crew managing to loose some contents from their freeze-dried gourmet desert as the ships slowly dodged a grain of sand that was heading their way.

It would be nice to think that in 20 years time as we begin to realise the plight of the planet we're continuing to ravenously chomp through, like a nest of ants discovering a very large pot of honey, that maybe our current choices really aren't that sustainable.  And if we're only going to do exactly the same  on other planets out there, but with far more efficiency, then really, why are we going out there for?  Or are we going to go out there to experience the marvels, spectacles and who knows actually find stuff whilst recognising we're part of something wonderful all around us.

All those trillons spent on wars, could have being spent insuring everyone has something to eat.  That everyone has water that's clean to drink.  Who knows, maybe all that money might have stretched to include a bit of tarpaulin over their heads; with enough left over for missions a plenty.

Maybe one day someone will indeed be the lucky winner of a 24 hour ticket to a station floating around europa, and the whole world (well the human bit at any rate, and since i'll probably be dead, i'm excluding myself from that equation) might just zoom in, to watch a bit of reality that despite been in their immediate spatial vicinity, is well and truly beyond their navel.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Wasteful profligacy

I'm sure there are many who have profligate friends or know people who are profligate or who are themselves wantonly excessive.  Indeed there is nothing of the environment they wouldn't sacrifice, if that meant they could enjoy whatever succinct last it was that would make that one moment of their life forever memorable.

Living somewhere i can only describe as having more in common with a salami sliced papyrus sandcastle (which i shall refer to as s2ps), over time you eventually begin to differentiate between the multifarious spectres of annoying noises which are generated on a second by second basis.  Most people living in one of these never-sleeping gun-tooting, knife pointing, "i really liked my phone" urbanonments, understands and generally plods through doing their best navigating the treacherous rapids

In the s2ps's, you get to know the footsteps: those who enter and leave and, over time, even which time of the day.  You then become suspicious when a footstep enters, slowly and quietly tip-toes around, before attempting to inch its way up the hallway stairs where the wood's so warped woodworm would tie themselves in knots believing they're on the break of a lifetime.  The creaking of boards becomes an existential soundscape creating a distribution distinctiveness that, by abstraction, moulds you as-one with the: heavy walkers, quiet walkers and the great big lumberers - who cause the entire stairwell to shake!

When neighbours also pop on washing machines - and here admittedly it doesn't take much in the way of deductive reasoning to work out exactly where in the block the machines are operated from - you get to sense the timing, the rhythm, the vibrations.

After realising i was hearing a washing machine going off twice a day every day, in a flat generally occupied by two sometimes three people - without mewling infants - , cogs began whirring over energy use and from observations our profligate use of; those who can afford and those who suddenly find themselves in the laps of the fuel impoverishing rub two sticks together gods - otherwise known as the energy utility companies.

Even if the machine is an energy efficient a+++ ultra deluxe monster, using it twice a day?  Every day?  Even growing up in a family of many there was two at the most washing days.  Surely if you live with another flat sharer then you pop dark/white etc., clothes into the machine, wash, hang (or dry) then sort.  After all, if your indoors and not behind portable hermetically sealed filtration units, then you're breathing in and splattering one another with each others molecules on a fairly regular basis.  Your clothes once washed will be far cleaner.

The whole thing started my wee cells wheeling uncontrollably into the arenas of profligacy and environmental affordability.  Imagine how things will be once the entire world's household population have washing machines and are happily using them twice a day?  I know that's stretching an already tenuous point, but hopefully the point is somewhat now taken.

In our age of obscure thinking maybe we should be thinking more along the lines of: the least you consume and waste the less you pay, the more you consume and waste the more you wrack up and over a certain level it wracks up exponentially.  The way the body reacts against too much alcohol, or drugs, where (generally) more really isn't better.  But in our consume all we can world the opposite is the case.  Why buy one, when you can buy three for two and have an extra six thrown in, then throw twelve of them in the landfill  anyway.

Which brought another stray faint remembered thought hovering into mind when at a friends flat and looking out of the window, as a blazing crystal-blue sky looked back in, to notice the room light was on, as well as a side light.  

"Why?" i queried.  

"Because," he said. With earnest seriousness.  "I want to!"

Images taken from the now mothballed space shuttle fleet, and other satellites, during night time flyovers on the planet, shows built up urban areas are the worst for trying to illuminate the openness of space.

With talk (yes this was started a while back) about lighting up stonehenge to make it look pretty, or so that trucks can navigate the single-lane bends, there are millions in urban centres who believe the stars are just those few they can see on a clear night from their sparkling towers of chrome, glass and concrete; as  the true light show is rubbed into obscurity by our profligate wasting of unnecessary light.


urbanonments - urban environments

Lighter notes: i do believe i might have to eat my words over the buses, as it sounds as though tonight, more drivers have indeed switched their engines off.  But as with all my utterings, i'm more than happy to say when things have changed, or when i'm proved wrong, and eat my own pie.

Monday, 9 January 2012

Serendipitous oyster-bus

According to m. k. stoskopf "it should be recognised that serendipitous discoveries are of significant value in the advancement of science and often present the foundation for important intellectual leaps of understanding". (wikiepeadia, 2011).

So when i checked on the value of my oysteringcard, for the first time in an age, and then clicked on getting around, i was most surprised to see...

Switch off your engine - from tfl

My initial thoughts envisioned dns spoofing and this, pretend site, was lurking on the web with the express purpose of catching the unwary virtual traveller, as they presented  oystercard logins, to hear the distant laughter of arch criminal minds pressing their newly minted cards into the paying distribution arms of penny-pinching economic tourists.

But no, it seemed this was the correct site.

Requesting that car users switch off their engines, whilst their own bus drivers (a noticeable night-time minority - a feral hardcore bunch at this particular bus stand), appear incapable of finding the off switch, let alone switching it off*.  These particular drivers have residentialhyperopia: the inability to notice there are residential dwellings or people in their immediate vicinity. 

For those keeping up with the underwhelming developments, you might (idly when you have nothing else better to do) have wondered at my silence on this topic.  Well as we live in an age where everything needs to be recorded and written down or at the very least evidenced in some manner or form, time has been spent on capturing those bits of information to show just how nonsensical, meaningless and downright absurd, tfl's assertions to "good neighbourliness" appears to be.  I know it's a large monolithic organisation, but with the modern state of communications i'm still surprised the left toe's blithely unaware the right one's being stamped on.

Of course with the olympics only a few months away, and the influx of people probably outpacing the outflow, it's good public relations window dressing, looking for all the world as though you're earnestly actually doing something, instead of getting boots on the  ground to monitor exactly what's going on, or  checking cab drivers tachographs - to see when they were motionless, at the stand and so should have their engines off. But that would be "oh just so tedious."  I wonder if they they realise doing that would soon pay for itself by the amount of fuel saved?

Perhaps i'm missing the point entirely and things are indeed changing, all it simply requires is a bit more time, and more people in the vicinity of these bus stands (not bus stops, but bus stands, there's a profound difference despite their similarity) to prod.  I'll believe something is happening when the levels of pollution start noticeably falling on roads and streets where people live, and not just by edges of busy shopping streets where the nearest homes are a long, long, long, way away.

Wikipeadiea, 2012, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serendipity#cite_note-4, online, accessed 7th january 2012.

*  Of course if the weather's really bad, hovering around minus 25 say, then yes, of course engines should be switched on to keep them warm. 

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Forgetting to be a fool.

“The man who asks a question is a fool for a minute, the man who does not ask is a fool for life.”
Confucius (551 - 479 bc)

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Whatever next

I was wondering why the air quality in the area suddenly descended, even taking into consideration people returning from their hols. This little clipping explains all, although i must admit i know as our civilisation tentatively improves - despite a nastily vitriolic bunch more than willing to push the rights genie back into its closeted and close quartered bottle - that more and more sections of society are having their existence recognised and deemed as valued members of our world.  But, really!  Rights for bridges? 


Whatever next, rights for a molecule... oh wait, i temporarily forgot about the you've thought about progeniting so you can't kill it brigade.

Friday, 6 January 2012

For a paper-display ceiling

It's looking at pictures from the physorg.com, or nasa, or the esa/eso websites, that i hanker after the day when flexible wallpaper type displays are finally a reality, or i'm somewhere where the only stars i see are by cricking my neck and not through oxygen deficient traffic fume poisoning..  

As an inner-city urbanite with 100 or so stars (if i'm lucky) visible with my naked eye in my particular location, it would be nice to wander into a room, look up and see realtime video from a satellite feed of a patch of the universe more or less covering the same patch i'm goggling at.  And when they position a satellite on the other side of the sun -at the opposite end of earth's orbit- pointing outwards, we'll all either continue watching when dawn breaks regardless of the glare of the sun or, if we wish to, simply look at images of the sun - minus all that pesky cloud stuff, or lasering of eyeballs. 

The following is the smoky light pink heart of the omega nebula captured by eso's very large telescope (vlt), from physorg.org





Thursday, 5 January 2012

Intolerant abuse

Many will have seen the video of the woman on a london, uk tram shouting abuse at people who have come to the country; as far as she was concerned that comprised of: black, polish and brown people.  But if you look in her eyes, they are strangely devoid of that piercing blueness of, i presume, what she would classify as purity, meaning that she too (if someone took the time to trace her genealogy) might not be viewed as real true stock - either that or i wasn't squinting hard enough.

The world is getting smaller.  Many will blame what happens to them on the influx of people who are different.  Tensions will increase, as more people are thrown on various scrap-heaps due to increasing and ever cheaper automation and more companies with a surplus of want-ins vastly outnumbering the number of vacancies so why not drop the amount they pay and make the people who make it through the beauty pageant work harder - it's a cost saving exercise after all and next years new jet wont buy itself. 

With wards, famines, more disasters and commodity speculation on the rise, people will do what millions have done before -given half a chance- and migrate to places where, if they are unable to truly prosper, at least allow them to survive.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Wittering drumness

Wittering for the sake of wittering's quite exhaustive, especially if you don't have the natural ability to endlessly gab or truly gush.  Yet every now and then, i find there's nothing more refreshing than lifting my head from the sand-bucket of my existence, to view the ever-revolving kaleidoscope which passes before my life.  An existence that causes inner wonderment as to when, if ever, it will grow beyond the realms of simple humdrumness.



Tuesday, 3 January 2012

This is indeed a year of change, but there's a 2011 backlog of semi-angst that i never quite managed to get out in 2011.  Oddly with the two days already gone, i'm feeling a buzz of energy whooshing through me.  Could be the extra strength vitamin d3 i've taking, making up for rarely setting foot outside, which is kicking in, or that i managed to get a true good nights sleep. 

No doubt all of that energy will be over and done in no time.

Monday, 2 January 2012

Best tools for that hunting

In this day and age, there really is no excuse not to have your smartphone be your lifeline when going to look at new property.  But which ones?  What sorts?

Well in no particular order or whether they exist yet, here's my app wishlist for this new year!

1. Eye app - to poke you in the eye should you be sighted but walking around with your eyes closed.

2. Sound meter app - to check sound levels indoors and out, during your six different visits at varying times of day and night, to the delightful area.

3. The humidity app - to point into various corners providing you with an indication whether you need to up your kagool purchase to one container load.

4. The infra-red app - to check for those areas leaking most energy.  Especially when you have your own mouth closed.

5. The avoid the screaming children and parents, who think its okay for their little dears to kick a ball against your windows app.  The paid for version has the teenager, grumpy pensioner and dangerous dog alert add-on included for free!

6.  The particulate matter collector app (air-borne and side sampling) - showing an interactive snapshot of your lungs and timeline of just how long it will take before your lungs pack in, by displaying pollution levels in the area is, despite any attempts at sprucing and spraying with pledge or that lovely fresh covering smell of a baked oaf.

7.  The, is there a communal garden and why is it rarely used app.

8.  The, for such a small location there's sure a load of for sale/rent signs around app.  See the previous 7 apps.

9. The check how many emergency services are stationed in your locale, for as handy as they are should your place burn down, or you end up struck by a falling goose, when there's nothing wrong with you, you might not enjoy listening to the sirens at all hours of day or night app. 

10. A measuring app to check the area for subsidance then work out the possible causes for the large cracks in the flats you visited in the area.

There it is.  10 apps to make your experience a delightful and enjoyable one.  Remember.  With a sound meter app installed when looking at potentials, anything regularly averaging of over 58 decibels, forget it.  Run.  Run hard and fast and far away.

Sunday, 1 January 2012

End of everything

Tsk, what a year 2011 turned out to be.  Luckily with the end of everything just around the corner come the 22nd december 2012, there really isn't anything to worry about; we should face-palm reality, cuddle up to schadenfreude, and bodge any attempt to be nice to one another - if we're all doomed anyway.

Papers, pundits and busybodies from here to there have been picking the bones of the vicious roller-coaster year that affected (and still does) many parts of the world. Going from one calamity to overthrown dictators, chattering mouths fell over themselves to splatter shocked disbelief, pressing, surprising and outrageous stories before our stapled-open eyes, with such an ever increasing fervour that for brief deja vu moments i truly thought i was watching marcus attilius go at it with nero's gladiatorial champion, hilarus.

Not that they needed much help, with nature also piling in with her own particular brand of devastation helped along by lots of our cities being placed exactly where they shouldn't be really.  But hey, it's not only easier that way, it's far more profitable.

In a decade or twos time when our appetites are sated on the cusp of disasters-brew, i'm sure the only thing that will cause us to gasp in true surprising astonishment will be nothing less than watching entire galaxies being subsumed by ginormous black holes and knowing that hundreds of civilisations are going through their death spasms, whilst dialling into our hyper-dimensional instant service provider to complain about the lack of a rewind function.

Nowhere is particularly stable -if we consider the long term instead of our brief gadfly existence- on the rump of this lovely rotating ball.  Although we should -as a species- be deemed a failure, if in a million years hence we're still fighting over the same bit of land in the middle-east (a land with more claims than a lost national-lottery bumper millionaire ticket) that will, by then and due to the actions of planetary motions, probably have moved to siberia, with the inhabitants fighting over who makes the best ice-cubes.  Yes, i know just how impossible that particular scenario seems to be.  Moving to siberia indeed.

By all reckoning, especially the financial one, 2011 -outside of the great depression in the 30's or the wastelands of the 70's- was our nadir for disasters.  Taking into account the entire species' is pumping more of the warming stuff up  into a slightly less pristine blue yonder, it'll be interesting to see how the following few years stack up.  Who knows, perhaps an event will take place around the globe so huge in its manifestations, that anyone with more than half a functional brain cell will simply go "blimey", by which time it'll be far too late for anything else except for saying, "oh well, i never", and by then i doubt whether anyone will give a fig for the latest great carbon offsetting wheeze.

My other abiding somewhat dystopic fantasy, after listening to screaming children running around in the communal garden breaking things (as they and their parents have discovered that management's of the "oh dear what can we do" persuasion as deck-chairs burn all around them and despite it all been in leases, is that their parents are indeed tasered.  Perhaps twice weekly with an additional tasering as a bonus.  Unlike last years record cold snap, this years measly average temperatures are nowhere near cold enough for the little monsters fingers to fall off.  Followed by the rest of them.  And before anyone bleats on about how horrid, some parts of capital life (oddly, like here) have more in common with the lawless antics of the old wild west than professed trappings of touted civilisation.  I could list, but that would bore even me.

Did someone say sidetracked?

As i look back over the year which was 2011, the only things (excluding my immediate orbit) that seem to stick in mind outside of the usual: wars, weather, starvation, greed, corruption, increasing unemployment, rich richer, poor poorer; which really skewers my pre-frontal cortex and still refuses to budge, are the the triple whammy which befell japan, and princess beatrice's hat!

What can i say, that's how it works.

And as our orbit around the sun is replaced by yet another one, and we've moved up or down a bit in space, there's all that heap of other space bits out there calling, waiting, where it's at.  Or should be, if we ever get our heads out of our bottoms.

Oh, nearly forgot.  Happy 2012.  In case you're unable to have a good 2012, at least try for a memorable one.

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Lessons in not trying to intimidate the little guy.

When a 17 year old schoolboy is caught up in a libel & defamation action by lawyers acting for a clinic apparently undertaking medical processes (and charging thousands in the process) and which after quite a number of years has yet to see the light of public trials, naturally my interest is piqued.

Have a read on the: burzynski and his lawyers vs. rhysmorgan (17 year old schoolboy) issue, on rhys' website.



Friday, 2 December 2011

A hearty sigh for nature

One thing which brings an etching of a smile to my clamped jaws, and an odd warming sensation somewhere just above my frosty left nipple, is watching nature.  Temporarily indisposed as i am, in a blade-runner lite environment and 18 walls; that heightens a warming sensation of shovelled emphasis, which would be ruined if i was physically there!



Thanks to dcm50 for the link
So the mini-emergency oh dear god we're truly in the crap now, budget is over.

If the last election had turned out slightly differently and the whose side are we on again party had kept the slightly blue-tinged set in, instead of allowing the blue-rinsed set to grab the shovel and dig deeper, would we be like greece or like the usa?  Hard to say, all depends on how the markets would have reacted, with the flight back to the dollar, and more pain on the way for many economies...  Popcorn time?  If i can find my seeds to plant any that is!

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Reasoning

Someone asked met the other day whether i was still doing my blog - obviously not a reader.

"Yes. Still plodding along, putting ragged fingernail to chipped 'board.  How about you?"

"Doing really good, even starting to get income from it."

"That's nice.  What's the secret of your success," i unerringly queried.

"Easy.  Just give people something that makes them feel good or makes them laugh, or informs or educates.   Some people will be more than happy to come back and be outraged - as long as you playfully tweak their nose."  Then he turned to me, "but you only do periodic partial outrage, without the cutting final thrust and twist.  You do a smorgasbord of utterances in a world where people increasingly want particularity!"

I pondered a bit before partially agreeing.  But even with data aggregation, there just isn't enough time to drill down, watch, opine on all the things i have a viewpoint on - strong or otherwise.  Luckily, it's that time of year again when the pictures have to do it all for me.

01-12-11

01-12-11

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Land of the giving

The charitable sector is worth billions, so what better way to make money than dipping corporate toes into the land of the giving. With fees, administration costs, and important expenses all adding up, "to do the right thing."  There's a bucket load of money to be had from the hands of the overstretched.

Oh, before i forget, something to take our mind (well my mind) briefly off and away from it all: across the center of centaurus a...


Image credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA) - ESA/
Hubble Collaboration; Acknowledgement: R. O'Connell (U. Virginia)

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Internet sense?

"The European Court of Justice ruled on Thursday (24 November) that internet service providers (ISPs) cannot be be forced to filter internet traffic and block users from trading copyright music or other files, as to do so undermines privacy rights and the ability of people to freely exchange information."
http://euobserver.com/871/114389 

All (well apart from the mafiaa, and euro governments bending over backwards to appease the industry)  hail the european court of justice!   I wonder if this means the uk government's digital economy act law of nonsense will now be in need of amending, or perhaps even, ditching?  No doubt the industry will increase turning the screws and pay for more dinners, where thrashing the eurosceptics to make them howl ever louder in public, will be the surprise dish of the day.

Updated 20:08hrs.

Thanks


Saturday, 19 November 2011

Who has your back?

When you use the Internet, you entrust your online conversations, thoughts, experiences, locations, photos, and more to companies like Google, Yahoo and Facebook. But what happens when the government asks these companies to hand over your private information?  

Please join me in urging Internet companies to stand up for their users when the government comes knocking.


Friday, 18 November 2011

Escaping words

Sometimes, when careering along the s'ighway (and seemingly especially youtube) we come across things that leave us speechless with amazement.

Do enjoy this brief 1 minute 27 second clip.  It will at least bring a smile to the start of the weekend.


Thursday, 17 November 2011

24hour party people - edition uk

You could make it up, but why oh why would you?

Some clever bods in the department for media, culture and sport (dmcs), have popped along with a thought (or superb wheeze) where entertainment venues should be allowed to party from dawn until dawn or, which would be much more pleasing for them, allow them to party until a sufficient number of their members have expended so much energy gyrating, that they eventually fall to a rare condition called supine exhaustium derelictus, causing the remainder of the party to speed by in an air of utter futility.

Asking party people whether their particular venue(s) of choice should remain open 24 hours a day for: live music (would that be a dj spinning plastic?), dancing, or other entertaining moments, is akin to asking a crack-addict whether they'd prefer one rock or thirteen, and all for the same price.  I noticed my hand (gently cradling a now tepid cup of coffee) was trembling; as the normal placid creamy surface started to dismayingly display the most untoward motions, along the uttermost edges of the rim.

How many people in the dmcs, or the ministry for that matter, who came up with the idea actually live next door to, or in the immediate vicinity of, one of these wonderful modern day mini-colosseum's?  I would heartily wager my beating heart, not one bloody lot of them.

When i say live there, i genuinely mean that they actually live there, in the immediate vicinity of the venue day in and day out, and are not just popping in to the townhouse that day because they or their offspring wish to pop to the entertainment venue with, or without, their friends!

But wait, i've gone off half-cock.  Silly me.  Of course, that's just the headlines.  No doubt buried, somewhere amongst the snoozing small print will be the paragraph which says, this will only be allowed to progress in those areas where residential approval and the implementation of appropriate sound-proofing measures, have been classified as satisfied.

You may now burst into a bout of unabashed hysterics.

Currently though it's all part of a consultation.  As we know from consultations in the past, the odds are stacked in favour of the measures reaching the books.  After, however, when things do go tits up (excuse my use of technical terminology here) they'll blankly look at you and simply utter force majeure!  

Apparently "laws which require Government approval for such a large range of public events put a small but significant dent in our community creativity and expression.  If there’s no good reason for preventing them, our presumption should be that they should be allowed." (dcms 2011).

Community?  Yet the government threaten to cut police numbers, decimate education grants, and are probably going to insist councils do away with meals-on-wheels!  Creativity?  The government idly stands by allowing the closure of  libraries then blames wasteful councils.  Expression?  Naturally they'll start on the basis that people wanting to do that outrageous thing of sleeping, aren't expressing a good enough reason to prevent other people from partying.   Apparently they really do want hundreds of  thousands of people turning into red-eyed maniacal insomniacs!

I do hope thay all those happy, sleepingly content, residential areas, which will be affected by this, where there's not yet or not much history of noise nuisance by entertainment venues - of whatever type - do indeed club (no pun) together, to find out where those civil idiots live and drive up and down their roads with loud speakers/hailers, so they (the politicians and civil serv's.) are minutely made aware of a momentary instance of what it's like to endure any amount of unwanted unnecessary noise let alone noise for 24 hours!

On a somewhat diffident note, i would like to know when the right hons. last experienced their craniums unpleasantly vibrating due to coaches & lorries parked outside of their premises with engines running at full tilt, or the last time they experienced their entire body vibrating like a tuning fork by bass so deep it would feel as though their entire body is shaking to bits, whilst the council keystone cops just seem unable.  Again i'd like to wager, not one bloody jot of them.

Yet these are the very same people who will allow venues to go ahead and play music 24 hours a day, because it might be good for someones fiscal pockets.  Certainly not the residents, and certainly not residents attempting to find some sleep in a 24-hour din.  But who cares.  If they're living there they must obviously be poor and taking up far too much space.  Which when you consider that these are the very same people who are more than happy to allow tens of thousands to die each year from air pollution, probably indicates that the few people who will be inconvenienced by lack of sleep due to the possible introduction of these measures, doesn't figure a jot in any of their deliberations, however remote.

Remember, the next time you're jolted awake (if you're in the uk that is) by the sudden thud, thud, thud of music at 4am on a cold clammy winters morning by a venue you swore wasn't there the day before, and your call to the council only produces a "we can't hear anything."  It all started with the slow, drip drip drip of a seemingly good idea, which one day finally makes you wonder "how did this happen?"

(dcms 2011) John Penrose MP, Minister for Tourism and Heritage, Regulated Entertainment, A Consultation proposal to examine the deregulation of Schedule One of the Licensing Act 2003, September 2011 (accessed 16th November 2011 pdf)

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Teenage hamsters

I never thought i'd chortle quite so heartily over a story regarding hamsters and how their reproductive behaviour, and apparently by extension our own, can have such a deleterious impact well into adulthood.

But a piece on dr duncan jeffersons site, managed to do just that.  The findings would probably help explain my general mood of, if not sourness, crystal-edged jadedness.

Ah yes, the delightful piece can be found here.

Saturday, 12 November 2011

48 percenters

A forwarded link caused a disturbance in my morning ritual of something liquid and preferably coffee, which pointed to breaking (at the time) news of top-cat pay rises which briefly bubbled its way to the top of the uk info charts; before, and seemingly to the relief of many in the corridors of news, being prematurely replaced not even 24 hours later - and strangely to more trumpeting - by the uk coalition governments call to cut the benefits of those layabouts who would dare commit any act of heinous criminality.  Acts such as thieving a bottle of water from lidl or getting caught  trying to manhandle a tv (way too big for the smaller tearaways) off and down the road in a somewhat recognisable wheelchair.  With legislative white papers being made ready for placement before the parliamentary rubber stamp, and soon if they are caught in any act that would add (or not) to their material benefit, as evidenced by many an armchair judge in front of their own legally brought and paid for tvs during the august 2011 riots, for the temerity of wishing to improve  shoddy lives.

I mentioned this was the coalition governments idea, but it contained the hallmark fingerprints (and sticky ones to boot) of hailing from the cranium of ids - well that and he cawed loudly whilst saying so.  A man who would, no doubt, if asked whether the poor should be jettisoned into space to pave the way for new  exploration, i.e., researching longevity for the pantheon of infinitely more deserving - with all patents going to acme corp. - or whether the poor should be offered training so possibly improving their lot -, would plump for the former every time, whilst beating you over the head with his book*.  

I know my mind's truly wondered, when i can imagine hearing "help, the poor" in a kind yet shrieking tone emanating from the head of the once party leader.

The amount of column inches or pixels per inch, foisted on the unmentionable sectors of society fostered the belief that the proportion of ne'er do well's who took part in the fracas would easily number 99%.  Ahh, the gasp of disbelief was almost palpable, when it turned out (admittedly from only those caught and hauled before the beak) that a lowly third (33%, 1/3 or one-third) were actually claiming benefits.  So, what about the other 2/3's who, after a brief spin in the headlights of newsoriety, fell off the press radar faster than an alcoholic vainly attempting to distract you whilst trying to neck your final pint?

More on them in a later post.

Before i leave this ids soupcon, it's best to clear up a few erroneous ideas.  When it comes to equality, poverty and the poor, there's no one more qualified to putt that wayward department (the dwp) of profligacy to the sword.  The only other person, whom i believe could be viewed as only slightly more qualified, has sadly departed.  But i'm sure if genghis khan were still alive today, he'd be more than happy to have ids as his staunchly loyal deputy.

Suppose, for a moment, we assume the figures are correct and 33% of the naughty transgressors were in receipt of the basic jsa allowance instead of a prison stipend.  This safety-net allowance ranges anywhere from £53.45p - for those single criminals under 25, to £67.50 for those hardened single knock-abouts who (no doubt) having spent their formative years submerged in grubby back-alleys stripping narks of their fledgling wealth, then graduating to thumbing through loose and stained copies of "create your own crime wave! Free with every smashed shop window", still managed to trip over the 25 year-old line without having their collar felt - to hard - or spending too many hours indoors.

Basically the government are showing how much they disapprove of such actions, and to ensure the "something for nothing" crowd don't get too big for their boots and ponder future riotous behaviour  - when their existence really starts to turn screw-frighteningly shitty - will set ensure the legislation allows the beaks on high sufficient clout to deduct (or claw) £25 per week from the unwashed's income, as part of the coalition's "get tough on the bastards" approach to re-balancing the country's dire fiscal criminal-induced lot.

For example, if you fell in the £53.45p allowance bracket the new fines (from 2013) would ensure 47% of your weekly income could be clawed back by the government - sorry the courts - as a way of rubbing your evil vile and wicked nose in it, for daring to disrupt the livelihoods and enjoyment of those who are your betters; or 37% of your weekly if you fell into the "you really should know better" category!

As we know the reason touted for this near 50% potential tithe are the riots.  However, i smell a rat.  A rat which was obviously waiting to hatch under lubricious circumstances, the riots dutifully fashioned as a fait d'acomplise..   What does appear swamped by those who think "about time," are people on the other side of the equation actually saying "whoa, hold your horses there speedy.  Do you really want to further impinge the destitute by slicing nearly half of their money without wondering why they took part anyway?" Can probably be counted on two slightly-splayed, overly large fingers.

This new sanction (a word which has apparently become the new dwp catch-phrase) holds a further sting, as it won't be held in reserve solely for those conducting or being part of riotous behaviour.  Oh no, this could easily be any a situation; from falling behind in your credit card or mortgage payments (due to loss of work or reduction in salary), all the way to lobbing a brick through a window and walking down the road with a tv whilst being filmed on the national news, or viewed a few million times from someones mobile phone gatherer.

The day following that announcement, we learnt from the other side of the tracks that the top 100 ftse company directors racked up a 49% annual pay ri-.  Wait a mo.  49% increase on one side, a 47% claw back on the other!  It's the 48% parallel!

It was depressing listening to an advertising executive talking about the time, energy and risk he's put into keeping his multi-billion company upright in the choppy waters of global trade, through recessions, good times and bad.  And so, if anything, his 23% pay rise to £1.5mn was a slight.  Indeed he sounded outraged, as though he had all right to feel outraged at receiving such a pitiful sum.  Which i suppose you would, if you compared your take-home to someone else, like say, sir phillip green or a saudi prince?
 
And what do our august leaders have to say about the 49% increase in boardroom pay, whilst seemingly agreeing with ids on swingeing cuts for those already on the bottom?

"Disturbing."

What?

The fact that boardroom pay (for those who believe they're worth it) has on average increased to £4.9mn, that their annual pay rise is nearly 50%, simply garners the term disturbing from our governing politicians; and only due to the glare of publicity that was temporarily sizzled upon them.

Before we get too carried away, do pity the poor ceo's who only received a 43% pay rise, on average.

Along with mr cameron, many of the front & back benchers form part of a happy flock.  Seagulls happy to skewer each other (or anything viewed as weak) at the slightest twinge of an opportunity.  And now the boot is firmly on the neck of the poor, what better way than to bring some of those wonderful ideas they've been mentally toying with for years, firmly into the limelight.

Timing, oh timing.  It is odd that with less than 0.0002% of people claiming some sort of benefit involved in the riots and/or looting, that the governments use of a deep-sea pile-driving rig to combat the issue, is perplexedly worrisome.

In line with this, there's another pronouncement from the leader (david cameron pm) that if you're now unemployed for more than two years you'll be forced to do community service (leg shackles will naturally be provided, free of cost) for "at least six months, to get you out the house, to know what it feels like to work," and not just stare at that box you've no doubt nicked, all day!

What?  Exactly what jobs are out there that the large intrusive hand of government (from the party that always bellows that governments to big, there's too much red tape) will force people to do, that won't be reminiscent of scenes from films involving chain-gangs?

So now they'll force people to do whatever bit of crap they can find them - and call it work - and they'll receive less than the minimum wage those in work receive.  Yes, that really would make anyone feel very special.  But then he has the temerity to continue saying "people will learn new skills they can apply in the workplace."  Would this be new skills like learning how to bring banks and economies to the brink of bankruptcy?  Perhaps they'll learn how to fiddle expenses?  Instead why not assist or help them into decent training courses in the first place, before two wasted years have passed?  Of course they wont.  Doing that would imply the current setup is nothing more than the complete and utter statistical wasting exercise that it is.

The whole trope smacks of mendacious expediency aimed towards their cawing gallery of hawks, which will eventually end with the poorest getting it, at gunpoint.

So in future, remember!  If you want to gleefully sack hundreds or thousands of people, cut their wages, outsource jobs to cheaper labour markets, destroy markets and even peoples pensions, ensure you're on the right side of the 48% club.

My cup of chilled coffee wobbled, ever so slightly.

* Patently this is ridiculously untrue - allegedly - and possibly wouldn't happen in this or any other timeline.

Friday, 11 November 2011

Despite my general aversion to war and conflict, we live in a world where for numerous reasons (greed and power usually play a part somewhere) wars and conflicts play out on an almost daily basis, and there comes a time when you have to defend your liberties, freedom and life, if others aim to squash them.

So i commemorate those brave men & women who have died by the millions in battles and conflicts present and past.  I'm sure there are many of us around today who wouldn't be, and those who would who aren't. 

To the fallen.

from the delightful, and far to happy, duchess of fiddle fart's page.


Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Unexpected moments.

Sometimes my normal milieu is cracked by seeing something rather unexpected. 

The following short (apparently shot in an hour then edited the rest of the day) from three dutch drama students, is one such moment.  I wish them much success in their endeavours.


Saturday, 5 November 2011

Give away

Damn. 

Over the past few weeks i have been patiently waiting for another call from "global computers pc tech you have horrid malware" department regarding the state of my computer.  Yesterday, it finally happened and before those words had chance to pass my inner ear and the electro-chemical signals do their bit in translation, apparently my excitement seeped out whilst i scrambled to pop-on the recording device.

Before i could say, "sorry but it's a very bad line.  Could you repeat that for me," a lengthy pause ended with the call's silent termination.

Very, very disappointed.

Friday, 4 November 2011

Kick the bottom there's a pit underneath.

The coalition government here in the uk continues to show it is more than capable of staring down the barrel of a blunderbuss without flinching - especially when bearing down on the knuckleduster choices of swingeing cuts required to repair the uk's ailing economy.  Proving that  there is nothing they hold dear or sacrosanct, and there's no scum-laden pond they wont dredge, in order to bring the good ship uk back on route.

So, naturally, one of their targets are what the oecd classify as being the relative poor.  Not content with removing those who are struggling with either beans on toast, or cheese on beans (thus saving the toast for a rainy day), from a momentary inflation matching rise in their income that was conferred by using the more accurate retail price index (rpi), they decided to use the consumer prices index (cpi) which is a few points lower, and so cheaper.

But even here, the idea that people already wallowing in the trough of poverty are obviously having far too much fun and wantonly exhibiting luxurious spending habits - oh yes and the inflation rate is a bit too much for them to stomach - the treasury (according to the bbc) instead ponders whether they should use a figure which encompasses the average six months of the year on which to base any allowance raises on.  This from the very same people whose idea of poverty and hardship is running out of a jar of mustard, to slather over whatever succulents they've being invited to tuck into.

I wonder if the relative poor could also use that government wheeze for themselves, and pop into their local tescos or sainsburys, perhaps m&s and query, "i propose to pay for these pack of 12 surprise cheesy bean-balls, by using your average six-month price.  Can you tell me how much, mate?"  Which part of their anatomy would the store guards or security launch them into the street by first i wonder!

But as a sign of how desperate things really are: energy prices are going up, water costs going up, rents and clothing costs rising.  Indeed everything the already ravenously poor have no choice but to generally spend money on, are inflating more than the newly proposed increase in the meager safety line many are bobbingly clinging to.  If anything, the governments latest wheeze will ensure already threadbare funds are stretched to final breaking point.

With not much light peeking over the horizon (unless it's the on-rushing flames of a record wild-fire), the future - especially when you consider the double even triple-digit numbers applying for jobs - looks increasingly bleak, and that is the silver lining.  I seriously doubt all claimants live double lives with bentleys or ocean going yachts!

Let's see when the next independent annual mp pay review comes up, whether they'll do the right thing instead of squealing "we never said we should get a pay rise, it was them," and drop a few digits off their rate.  After all, and someone please correct me if i'm wrong, a £650 (or £12.50 per week)  pay rise to those on £65k pa plus expenses, plus whatever junkets, dinner functions, gifts etc., fall their way probably might not fall into the same category as opposed to a £175 (or £3.04 per week) allowance increase impact might have on those who eek by on £3.5k pa, which might mean the difference between heating, eating or freezing to death.


If they do link allowance rises to average earnings, at what stage would they consider their de-coupling?  Perhaps when average earning increases reach the heady heights of directors or ceo's?

Thursday, 3 November 2011

A time of firsts

Oh it brought a tear to the eye watching people around the middle-east and africa rising up against their one time liberators turned dictators, sadly some uprisings were far more bloody than others, and with the odd one or two still raging it at least proves people can only be ground down so far.  

In a year or more, when the scrutinereal eye of the rest of the international community once more lands its myopic gaze over that part of the world, i wonder if they'll be reporting that the newly unyoked have refrained from forcing newly minted yokes on to recently shackled batches, of the most unwilling!

Time indeed will tell.

Then there's yet another tear, as the 99 per centers around the globe protested, saying "enough is enough."  Some protesters doing nothing more than giving expression using one of the last means at their disposal (the others being the ballot, or out and out revolution), earned serious injury after been hit by over-zealous law-enforcement projectiles, bolstering other people into joining the protesters..  The corporate ravens and lick spittle allied against 98.99% of the rest of population, including the armed forces.  That, if anything, should be extremely interesting to watch.


So a hearty cheer for the 99%, and let this be the breath of air that will finally galvanise an almost stupid electorate (don't worry, putting myself in to this category quite heartily, before anyone blurts) into demanding that politicians not do the usual and promise on the ever-never, but put actual legislation into effect.