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Ho…lee…shit!  President Trump. I never believed it possible.

This will be a disaster. There will be war. There will be a world recession. There will be a breakup of alliances. Many hundreds or thousands of US troops are going to die in conflicts with Russia and China. China will become even more assertive in building its South China Sea military bases. That will involve the RAN making Freedom of Navigation patrols to try to assert our rights. The USA will demand our contributions. This is going to affect all of us, not just America.

Coming on top of Brexit, that other disaster in the UK, the world is breaking apart. Putin will be rubbing his hands with glee. NATO is now well and truly destabilised. Just what he wants.

I was amazed today, not just at the news – I was having lunch at the shopping centre with the newspaper on the table. One of the cleaning ladies leaned over and with a very concerned, even frightened, face said to me, “Trump has won. It’s President Trump.” You know things are serious when that happens.

Combined with another terrible blow for me, today has been one of the worst days of my life.

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One bit of bright news was that I paid for my copy of dBpoweramp ripping software, and it turned out to cost US$39 or about A$52, less than I thought. It’s great value.

The benefit of the full copy, as distinct from the trial copy I’ve been using, is that after you put the CD in the drive, if you just wait, it automatically reads all the track names and finds the appropriate CD cover image from the web for you. No need to search for it yourself. So all you need to do is create and name a folder for the files and click Go. It speeds the process even more. Excellent software.

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I don’t feel like writing any more. This is awful.

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Scary! ( the US election, I mean)

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Lake Eyre from the air.  © The Light Collective

Ha! I’m writing this at 4.30am after waking at 3am and being unable to get back to sleep. I’m “ripping” CDs, and the title of the first track of the first CD, a Handel disc is “Oh sleep, why dost thou leave me?”  Oh, ya gotta larf.

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I’m addicted to this CD ripping. I’m not sure why; it seems to be the pleasure at discovering CDs that I’d forgotten I have, and seeing the massive list of folders growing on the hard drive. In the classical category, I’m up to 169, and non-classical (everything else) is 294. So far. I’m less than half way to finishing.

Funnily, I’m finding I have multiple copies of a few CDs. I have two copies of the one I’m doing at this moment, and I have three copies of another! I forget what I’ve got when I’m out shopping and browsing.

I sing the praises of this ripping software, dbPoweramp. It extracts all the track names, saving me a massive amount of time and effort, and also finds images of the covers, so that you can recognise a CD at a glance. Sometimes it can’t find a suitable image (it searches the web) and I’ll have to go back and maybe digitally change what it finds to read correctly. For example, I just ripped a Mahler Symphony no. 7 disc, but the best image I could see was for no. 6. I’ll go back later and change that number by pasting over it.

Some discs don’t have a suitable cover image at all, and I may start taking photos or scans of my actual covers. That would be quite a lot of work, so only maybe.

Another point is that I’m storing all the digital copies on an external 2TB drive. That’s Terabyte. So far, the drive is 50.566% full. As it represents a massive investment of time and effort, I want a backup. The only way to backup such a big drive is to copy to another big drive. I’ll have to buy another one. Ho hum. Who would have believed 20 years ago that we would be wrangling such huge amounts of data? It’s amazing. I can remember around 1993 when I wanted to buy a 1GB drive. It was going to cost about $200 but it seemed as if that would hold my entire digital image collection with space to spare. Hah! Not even close. Now even a 1 Terabyte drive seems small. But so relatively cheap. I’ve seen a 5TB drive for $170. Affordable, do-able.

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My next big job? Above is the stack of my diaries dating from 1993. I didn’t write in detail, just brief entries listing important events that I needed to remember and receipts. They are not my life story and there’s no scandal, sorry. I got very enthusiastic in about 2001 and stuck all my supermarket till slips for the whole year in there for future price reference. Unfortunately most of the ink has faded.

I don’t want to keep them, but I can’t bear to throw them out. So I’ve decided I want to scan all the pages with important entries on them, and make PDF files of each year. Then I can throw the physical books out. Not a hard job, but it’ll take a few weeks’ work.

I don’t bother keeping a diary any more, by the way. I do write down every cent I spend in a notebook and write in needed reminders about when I went to the doctor or specialist, etc. And the entries for items are their own record, e.g. car tyres or whatever.

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In the laughing category again, I heard a cricketer on the news last night say that the WACA ground is “one of the world’s unique grounds.” Think about that. Unique means one of a kind, one only. So how can something be “one of a collection of unique things”?

I should be grateful he didn’t say it’s iconic.

Another good one is “pre-prepared”. Think about that. Prepared means made beforehand. So how can you pre-prepare something? How can you do or make something before you make it? It’s impossible.

I continue to be driven mad by “y’know”. Listen to the radio or TV. People use y’know every few words, even people who should be good speakers, even BBC announcers. It’s a plague!

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Another funny incident. I was supposed to have received a parcel delivery of some books yesterday, from Australia Post. They emailed me that the delivery had been made, but I haven’t seen it.

At 5pm I heard some thumps outside and looked out to see a white truck with red lettering parked on my verge lawn. Aha, I thought, and went out to speak to the driver. I said I was expecting this delivery but it hadn’t come. He said he was trying to find number 10, but looked through his order book. While he was doing that, I looked more closely at the truck. Duh!! It was a Coles delivery truck, not Australia Post. White truck, red lettering – I didn’t read it closely. No wonder the driver was confused. We had a good laugh.

But I still haven’t got my books, $47 worth. That’s not funny.

STOP PRESS: I had a look at 9am and my parcel was there. But it was torn open and on the ground next to my letterbox. Strange, was it delivered to another address, and they had a look and decided it wasn’t worth keeping? Did someone steal it yesterday and reject it too. But why bring it back? Oh well, it’s a mystery and I’ve got my books, so it’s OK. Uh oh, what if they’ve been read!

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I predicted that our cold spring would change suddenly and it nearly happened on Saturday, with 37degC., but we’re back to the low 20s again. Very strange weather. It was the coldest September on record, I believe, and the coldest October for 11 years. Odd.

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I’ve finished the book, The Man Who Saw Infinity by Robert Kanigel, the biography of Srinivasa Ramanujan 1888-1920, the maths prodigy who produced a massive amount of new work around the start of the 20th century. It’s an amazing book, with incredible detail of his early life and where he lived in south India and Madras. It also told me a lot more than I knew about Cambridge University in England. What a fabulous place.

By the way, just think about the consequences of an all-out nuclear war. Places like this, and in Rome and Greece, which date from the medieval times or earlier, would be erased from the face of the Earth. All civilisation’s magnificent history, art and culture. I think about this more these days because if that madman Trump were elected POTUS, we would be in grave danger from him and the Russians. There are nuclear missiles aimed here, you know, at the RAN submarine base at Garden Island. We, in little old Perth, would be erased too. Gee, what was that flash? I’m more frightened now than I was in the Cold War.

Anyway, back to the book. It’s a bit hard going but I’m very glad I’ve read it. I know now what the TRIPOS exam is at Cambridge, and what the Senior Wrangler is. What a strange name to give the first place-getter in the maths exams at Cambridge. There are second, third, fourth wranglers and so on, of course, but to be Senior Wrangler is to be the pre-eminent mathematician in Britain and is hugely prestigious. Ramanujan’s sponsor when he came to England in 1916 was G.H. Hardy, who held this Senior Wrangler position. Yet he, Hardy, stood in awe of Ramanujan, calling him “the most intuitive and original mathematician” he had ever known. The man was a freak of nature. Original mathematics formulas, equations, and concepts came to him as if by magic. He was a genius.

Unfortunately, he was felled by TB and died at the age of 32. Even right up to the last weeks of his life, he was still producing original, inspired maths. We’ll never know what he could have done had he lived to a normal old age.

So on Sunday night I watched the DVD movie starring the Indian actor Dev Patel and Jeremy Irons. It was good, if you hadn’t read the book, but it was so abbreviated to fit into a 100 minute time limit that huge sections of Ramanujan’s life are missing or brushed over. His arranged marriage to a 13 year old bride when he was 18 is not mentioned, and although she stars in the movie, they don’t even say her name, Janaki, until right near the end. The importance of his mother is also glossed over. Steven Fry is listed as one of the big stars of the movie, but his part is quite minor, no more than about two minutes on screen.

I recommend the movie, but please read the book. It’s hard going, but I’m hugely glad I read it.

That makes a trio of books I’ve read recently that have been very satisfying: the biographies of Alan Turing, the maths and computer genius in the 1940s and 50s, and the biography of our current cosmology genius, Stephen Hawking. The Turing book is another that goes into very great detail and is a bit hard going, but very rewarding. The Hawking book is written by his wife Jane and is also very insightful and warm. She is an academic herself, in both music and early Spanish literature, but had to go through an awful life with Hawking, both from his disability and as he fell under the spell of his nurse, forcing his wife to leave. She found love with another guy, but feels very hurt by her treatment.

By the way, why hasn’t Stephen Hawking won a Nobel prize? He deserves it, surely? The reason is that prize winners’ research has to be verifiable and reproducible by other scientists. But cosmology by its nature can not be proven. It’s nearly all conjecture. Maybe he will be awarded a Nobel one day, but nothing so far.

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My saga with the Samsung Galaxy Tab Pro S tablet/laptop, where a BIOS change automatically applied by Samsung made it go wrong, and it was away for six weeks with no fix, has been resolved.

When I finally got it back, there was no change. It still couldn’t be made to sleep by pushing the power button was unchanged. Then it developed another problem, where I couldn’t even power it off! Pressing the power button brought up the wallpaper screen and a message to “Swipe down to Power Off.” But doing that just made it stay on. Crazy. I had to repeatedly press and hold the power button to turn it off. There’s no other way, by the way.

Then last Friday night an update for “Samsung Update” arrived (yeah, an update for an update). The next day, a Saturday, another BIOS update arrived. This time it fixed the problems and it all works properly now (except the volume buttons are still reversed). This update also coincided with a massive Windows 10 update from Microsoft, so it was a very busy machine for a few hours. Many reboots.

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I’m annoyed by another problem with it, though. The tablet only has one USB-C port for everything, charging included. So I bought a Targus “Powered 4-Port USB Hub with Fast Charging” so that I could charge and use external USB devices at the same time. The device name sounds as if it will do that, right? It cost $79. It has a plug pack for power, a USB-C cable to connect to the tablet, and three other USB ports.

But I found that none of the USB ports are recognised by the tablet via the USB-C cable. Huh? So I got onto Targus in Sydney and described the problem.

It turns out that what I want is simply not possible. You can’t send power through the USB-C port and send/receive data at the same time. The only way to use this hub is to connect one of the USB-A ports via an adapter cable to the USB-C port for data, but that means the power is not supplied. And the adapter cable is only USB 2.0, not USB 3.0. Therefore this hub is simply not suitable. It won’t work in the way I expected it to from the description.

I told this to Targus and they agreed. I said I wanted to return it for a refund and they agreed, but I have to go back to JB HiFi where I bought it and explain it all to them. Targus said I can show JB the emails. Of course, the packaging was one of those sealed plastic packs that you have to destroy to open, so I’ll be taking the bits back in a plastic bag. I can’t find the receipt at the moment either. Grrr.

Nail bitin’

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Lake Eyre.  © Adam Williams/The Light Collective

The photo above, yes, it is a photograph, not a painting, is one of a set of 18 published in the Guardian yesterday, and I highly recommend a look: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2016/nov/03/lake-eyre-from-the-air-in-pictures

One of my Mr Negative friends immediately branded them as having “magic” applied, i.e. they’ve been digitally enhanced. So bloody what?! They are stunning and beautiful, and give me great pleasure. I don’t care if they’ve been punched up. They are great images.

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I’m more nervous now than I was during the Cold War. The possibility of that idiot Trump becoming president of the USA is truly frightening. Putin would lead him like a monkey on a leash. I reckon there would be a strong possibility of a small nuclear conflict in the Middle East, as a proxy for an all out war between Russia and the US. Trump is mad enough to try it, I reckon, and Putin would goad him.

Hillary must win, but the problem is that Trump and his band of Republican idiot chumps will immediately set out to destabilise her with law suits and court challenges. This will make it almost impossible for her to govern properly. This is a horrible prospect.

The USA has gone mad. And they’ve got guns and nuclear weapons. It’s scary.

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I’m often on about coincidences. Yesterday I was so surprised by one that I gasped and sat back in my chair.

The news radio was talking about a TV program called something like “Program for a murder”.  At the very moment I heard that, the title of one of the tracks on a CD I’m ripping popped up – “Anatomy of a murder” by Duke Ellington. I was so surprised that I made a noise and just about fell off my chair. Coincidences, they keep a’coming.

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I’m quite addicted to this CD ripping process. So far, 294 non-classical CDs done, and 104 classical. Plus six comedy discs and a big collection of 60s hits that I made in 2007 for a reunion. I reckon I’m about a third of the way through my CD stock, and I’m finding discs that I’d completely forgotten I had.

Such as an ABC disc of 65 tracks of historic ABC radio sounds, including all the variations of the classic news theme. It used to be quite slow and very classical/orchestral back in the 30s, 40, through to the 70s. Then it was speeded up and made to sound more modern, the theme we hear today. Interesting. I haven’t listened to all the tracks yet.

(Notice how I avoided using the word iconic? I hate that cliche word. It seems to be impossible for any journalist to leave it out of any piece. Sometimes it will be used twice or three times in the one article. Lazy writing.)

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I’ve been making name cards for a mate’s reunion of all his Viet Nam war buddies to be held soon in Busselton.

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Those are the Viet Nam war campaign medals. Mick has a sticker on the back of his car, and I photographed it a couple of years ago. Lucky I’ve still got it. He’s pretty pleased with the result. There are 78 names and they’re all done. I’ve just got to print them (12 per A4 page) and cut them up. Easy. I like doing this sort of thing.

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Lake Eyre from the air. © The Light Collective.

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I’m nearly finished reading the biography of Srinivasa Ramanujan, an amazing Indian mathematician born 1887, died 1920 of TB. The book is called The Man Who Saw Infinity, and I highly recommend it. That’s if you like maths, of course, as the author doesn’t hold back. It’s a masterful explanation of some of the maths concepts, with many equations in the book.

Ramanujan was an absolute prodigy. He was self taught and never got full recognition in India because he couldn’t get a uni degree. Why? Because he was so fixated on the maths pouring out of his brain that he totally lacked interest in any of the other subjects required for a uni degree course.

He was finally noticed and was sent to Cambridge University, where he was so brilliant that they gave him a BA degree without requiring other studies. In 1918 he was elected Fellow of the Royal Society, F.R.S. This is about the highest honour any academic can get. (I must admit, if there’s one thing I would love to have, it’s F.R.S. after my name. Impossible, of course, but I’d walk over hot coals.)

Anyway, he got TB in England and became very sick, and had to return to India where he died a couple of years later at age 35. He was a prodigy in the same way Bach, Mozart and Beethoven were, just geniuses, work so perfect that it only happens once per century, almost.

But get this: he was a Brahmin caste, the highest in India. But the Hindu religion forbids Brahmins to travel overseas. Why? Just because, that’s why. So by going to England, he broke that rule and when he died, he was refused a full Brahmin funeral. All the big Brahmin dignitaries in India stayed away from his funeral. Bloody religion. It’s a curse on humanity.

The book has been made into a movie of the same name, and I’ve got it. I won’t watch it until I finish the book (about 50 pages to go), but I bet I’ll be disappointed. The book is so detailed that the movie will have to brush over it all. Oh well.