Carla has a nice post about het fascination with knitting and refers to computers (she used to be ‘in’ computers before going all knitty). Writing my comment on her post, I felt like writing more about this topic: textiles and computers. I’ve returned to it many times, at least in my head. Often is was a way of getting women and computers into the same realm. Computers was seen (especially in the eighties, when I took my Computers & Humanities-minor) a the prototypical new and exciting ‘thing’. Nerds with coffee mugs were the new heroes. And they were almost always male. I wanted to drag women & the ’small’ daily things like knitting and weaving into this new & shiny hall by referring to when they used to be in the same realm in the infancy of computers. As ‘we all’ know, Babbage was heavily influenced by the Jacquard-weaving machines punch cards with holes and non-holes. Of course, this connection was via the not-so-domestic industrialisation, but nevertheless, something as ‘mundane’ as textiles sparked off this development.
Also, of course, I liked to tell my co-students about Ada Lovelace, the brilliant mathematician who’s often seen as the first programmer. One choses one’s own role models. The same reason that I mailed my co-data analistes about Florence Nightingale, who was not only a nurse but also a pioneer in the field of graphic representation of statistical data.
Ik werk nu twee weken als mediathecaris bij het Stedelijk Gymnasium Schiedam. Dus heb ik een nieuwe blog opgezet (hoezo je leven compartimentaliseren ), waar ik al hele twee posts in heb gezet.
The Dutch nation seems to have caught the skating psychosis: everybody is getting on their skates that have been stacked away for the past 12 years, getting in their cars & causing queues on the roads to the lakes, increasing the influx of patients at the first aid posts with up to 70%. But the weather is brilliant.
While staying in the US with her family, Lisa had Strelnikov stay at P.’s place. But the combination Strelnikov & P’s cats wasn’t a happy one… After some frantic ‘krabbels’ on Hyves, mails and phone calls between Utrecht and Jena, P. and I decided that Strelnikov should stay at my & Barts place when we returned from Jena. So now he’s playing (it seems ALL the time) and getting hisses and so on from my cats. These pensioners thought they were getting a relaxed Xmas holiday untill this bag-of-fleas kitty came along. We’ll just wait and see how things turn out. At least Strelnikov now knows that he has to wink at the other cats to appease them – though he also likes to provoke them by jumping out from behind doors and so on
One of the blogs I like to read/watch is My Funny Eye. She recently posted about technicolor, the beauty of it, especially in the films of Yasujiro Ozu (whose films I don’t know).
I’d never really realised it, but it was of course the technicolor feel, that made Mad Men look so good. The reds, the mints, the skin tones. Technicolor had more contrast between the colors than nowadays, or something like that. There must also have been a print process from the early sixties, that gave this kind of colors, because the series first reminded me of popular journals from that time. Off set?
Here are also some nice colors:
I’ve liked muted colors like these for a long time. But cool colors like lemon-yellow, fuchsia, certain kinds of green, are budding in:
Perhaps it’s because I had my last day at the University Library at Nijmegen this week and won’t start at the Stedelijk Gymnasium at Schiedam untill next week, and therefore am feeling a bit unsettled and thus like things that I know, that I’m being a bit nostalgic this weekend? So I’ve spent more time than usual watching clips of past favorite music on youtube.
(Well, I’m not that old, but still. I liked this when I was 15.)
And I’ve been putting my LP’s in alphabetical order because I couldn’t find my Jethro Tull-records
Simply Photo heeft vaak hele mooie foto’s, al valt het mij op tijdens een tussendoorkijksessie op het werk (net 18 nieuwe aanwinsten verwerkt, tijd voor pauze) dat er tamelijk veel van die foto’s tussenstaan met ‘knusse’, rustige, bijna verstilde, huiselijke taferelen. Nu is er natuurlijk wat te zeggen voor knus, rustig en huiselijk hier in november, maar dan staat er opeens een jonge vrouwentorso tussen, die met beide losse handen voor haar borstkas van die authentieke, onbedorven halmpjes vasthoudt. Dat vindt ik dan wat minder, het wordt dan een beetje rijkelijk verstilde oogstmaagd… (hmm, waar blijven wilde najaarsmeiden met modder tussen de tenen en stro in hun haren?)
Ja, je moet natuurlijk niet de tandarts bellen en vragen of hij nog een gaatje heeft…
Wegens gedoe met oude (Poolse) tandarts ben ik overgestapt naar nieuwe (Iraanse) tandarts, die dus niet overbewust is van de polysemantiek van het woord ‘gaatje’. Maar na verheldering kreeg ik een afspraak donderdag a.s.
Even snel deskundigheidssessie over handig met de pc in elkaar gestoken. Inloggen met eigen account, directories, MS office, Aura opstarten. 2 weeks ago
), waar ik al hele twee posts in heb gezet.
