Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Not a sausage

For the first time in more than 3 years, did not meet anyone on the way to work. Probably because it was pissing with rain, and everyone else was either on the bus, or had decided to take the morning off. Still, I give my vote of confidence to modern, breathable waterproof fabrics; not a drop of water got through, and there was no evidence of the 'sauna effect'. Need to solve the wet feet problem, though. The rain is not the problem, it's the huge puddles on the riverbank. Large offroad tyres lift huge amounts of water onto your feet, no matter how big your mudguards. Anyway, noticed that the rain falling on the swans and ducks was just running off them like, yes, water off a duck's back. So it's true, then. Nice to have an expression validated.

Friday, September 23, 2005

The mysteries of human behaviour

Every morning I cycle in to work along a path on the riverbank. This path is shared by other cyclists, eejits on mopeds and motorbikes, strollers, walkers, power walkers, joggers, runners, crowd walkers, dog walkers (leashed) and dog walkers (unleashed). I have yet to construct an avoidance behaviour model that will allow me to avoid difficulty with every fellow path user. The unpredictability is striking.

All below cases are for travel in opposite direction to myself.
Simple cases:
1. Cyclist. Generally the most predictable. Will normally keep left, as for road traffic.
2. Lone stroller. Will stay to one side. No rules as to which side, though. Generally show a preference for the non-water side of the path, maybe because they would rather I fell into the river than they did.
3. Power walker. Generally as above. Will not move in much, though.
4. Joggers & runners. As for cyclists.

Complex cases:
1. More than 1 person strolling/walking. Unpredictable. I normally decide which side they are most on, place my bike as close to the opposite edge of the path, and hope they comprehend my intentions. They rarely do. Normally, the crowd will do nothing until I am very close, then either a) step in front of me b) split up and perform Brownian motion c) obstruct me deliberately, as what am I doing interfering with their walk?
2. Two or three power walking middle-aged women. Pink tracksuits. Freshly-styled blonde hair (may be natural). They will continue to walk beside each other, none will move over, or go into single-file, and as I get close, and try to find a way around them they will step in my way so I have to brake, and then they will leave a small gap between them that I have to thread the bike through.
3. Women, generally middle-aged or older, with small dogs on a leash. Will ensure they are on one side of the path, the dog is on the other, the leash is strung across my path, but will be generally friendly as I try to untangle myself from the leash.
4. Men with dogs, leash or not. Will show how commanding they are by berating the dogs into some form of behaviour, normally involving sitting or stopping. Easy enough to deal with.
5. Middle-aged women with dogs not on a leash. Complete chaos. Dogs always prefer to walk on the opposite side of the path to their owners, slightly ahead of them. You try to avoid them, and the owner thinks you are aiming at THEM instead. At the last minute, the owner will call the dog to try to improve the situation, the dog will turn to look back at the owner, and as a consequence will move across into the middle of the path. I have to brake hard and take avoiding action. Subsequently, I either get a muted "sorry", or am glared at for existing.


All below cases are for travel in same direction as myself.
Simple cases:
1. Cyclist. More difficult than opposite direction. May not hear you. Good to brake noisily or change gear with a clunk to get attention. Then normally either let you by, or feel challenged and try to speed up.
2. Lone stroller. Will probably hear you, and stay to one side. No rules as to which side, though. Generally show a preference for the non-water side of the path, maybe because they would rather I fell into the river than they did.
3. Power walker. If listening to music, a good opportunity to scare them silly as you suddenly appear at their shoulder.
4. Joggers & runners. Normally very aware of their surroundings and will let you by.

Complex cases:
1. More than 1 person strolling/walking. Disasterous. If you do not make a lot of noise, you can be freewheeling behind them for quite some time before someone says "oh, a bike". Everyone else then panics and perform one of the following a) step in front of me b) split up and perform Brownian motion c) obstruct me deliberately, as what am I doing interfering with their walk?
2. Two or three power walking middle-aged women. Completely unaware of their surroundings. Will all talk simultaneously, but none actually listen. They will continue to walk beside each other, none will move over, or go into single-file. I will have to try to cycle past through the trees or something.
3. Middle-aged women with small dogs on a leash. Not too bad. As before, will probably be on one side of the path with the dog on the other. I normally make as noisy an approach as possible so I don't give them a heart attack (bikes come up on people very quickly and quietly, in fact people seeing you often completely mis-judge your relative speeds and try to do the avoiding, when all you want them to do is STAY WHERE THEY ARE AND BE PREDICTABLE), and they will be generally friendly as I try once more to untangle myself from the leash.
4. Men with dogs, leash or not. Once aware of your presence, will show how commanding they are by berating the dogs into some form of behaviour, normally involving sitting or stopping. Easy enough to deal with.
5. Middle-aged women with dogs not on a leash. Even worse than when you ar travelling in the opposite direction. Completely unpredictable and highly dangerous.

Footnote: It may appear that I have it in for middle-aged women. This is not true. I am referring to a special breed that think they own the path; even though I am actually using it to get to work, and they are women of leisure who could easily go somewhere else instead - such as a coffee shop, shopping mall, or wherever they buy the pink tracksuits, hairspray and pearls - rather than behaving in a selfish, antisocial manner while thinking they are at the top of the social ladder. If you still feel offended, then you must be one of these people, so I don't care.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Ah, start of a new term...

Yellow everywhere, that's the giveaway. Guides for orientation week, looking like big bird, and their accompanying hoardes of Ritz, Stag and WKD specialists, all walking around trying to look cool, but managing to look wide-eyed, amazed and lost. So here we go, another year of abysmal parking, Dutch Gold, Fields of Athenry and the accompanying drop in catering standards to facilitate the chicken and chips brigade. Still, they are the hope for Ireland's future, so let's not get too sceptical. Ah well, so, there you are, and so on...

Monday, September 12, 2005

True musicians, much underrated...

Was reminded by someone recently that Celine Dion was a great musician because she recorded the theme from Titanic (yeah, the completely over-played hackneyed 'oirishy' thing) in one take. This shows how standards have dropped in the world of music (well, big-label corporate productions anyway), as by that definition your local wedding band are also great, as they can get things right in one take. In fact, it can also be called 'playing live', a much-maligned skill now that EMI, SONY and so on are prepared to recruit people for their looks, not for their ability. This is possible because any moron can sing a tune if given 5 million attempts at it, lots of reverb, and sound engineers able to use pitch correction software afterwards. I myself can also get things right in one take: Every time I play the oboe solo in Krommer's Octet, it is in a live setting, with lots of attentive ears listening for blemishes, and I have to get it right, as it is live. I somehow manage to do so. Therefore I must be some kind of genius... Well, I'm not. I'm just a competent musician. Such a performance is to be expected from a professionally trained musician. Imagine if you could only make a cup of tea after 15 attempts, and someone else had to edit in half a cup of tea afterwards to correct for the addition of too much milk? Would this be acceptable? Well, it would if the customer was not aware of the problem, and was prepared to buy 10 million copies of the tea because it was in a beautifully presented, highly attractive, and very expensive cup, I suppose... Looks like I've answered my own question here. Depressing, isn't it?