Somewhere new

I thought I had a good idea of how to get back to the nulabs office from the hotel and had this shopping mall not looked so good I might have proved I knew. Wandered into one which turned out to be pretty long and the street I found myself on also looked interesting as did the next and at every corner I found myself somewhere new. In the UK I’d have said ‘lost’ but here it didn’t matter. In fact it was better than going directly there. Had I passed even one Starbucks I could have kept up the exploration for longer. As luck would have it I passed the nulabs building and was spotted by Hashimoto which saved me calling for assistance. If by some extreme chance I feel the homesick need to be in a pub I can head just up the street to the Hakata Harp – an Irish bar.

Work and work chat was done but the good stuff … was introduced to some MAXIM green tea you buy ready in a cup. Very very nice. Went for lunch to a sushi place and the food was good. Squid was a little chewy and there was a savoury milk/fish oil thing which didn’t get completed eaten. Not because of what it was made of, just that it didn’t really taste of anything, Then we went (or I was taken but we still all went) to a shrine. Amazing.

Had to clean my hands with running water in one place then come in and buy an Oracle ticket. Mine was ‘Lucky’ and had sayings inside. Then this was tied to a string with many others wrapped around a frame. (There are pictures). The temple part of the shrine had 3 bells on great pieces of rope. Someone would clean their hands, thrown some money into this large slatted box then bow, bow again, ring the bell and I think bow again. This happened a few times while we were there. The temple also had an elderly lady and man go through and what I assume was a type of priest began a ritual. Naoko thought it may have been for a sick relative of their’s but it wasn’t clear.

Canal City was right next door. Multi-storey building with the cool shops, lots of places to eat. One or two restaurants had plastic replicas of the sushi and other foods they served right outside. Might sound gaudy but it looked great. There was an arcade at the top which had everything arcades in the UK should have. Lots of games, gambling machines, grabber machines. Lots of lights, all the right noises and a couple of the machines just wouldn’t be seen here, looked made just for the local market. There was a pogo game. Stand on a pogo stick type thing and when it says go you start pogoing this bunny around a track. Very amusing to watch and it looked really tiring. Do that twice a day and that’s all the exercise you’d need. Didn’t play on anything myself – too busy looking and taking it all in. And there was an arcade some floors below which you played for sweets. One machine where you had to drop some sweets onto a moving platform which would then push things off the front? In the UK it’s usually 10ps. And they even had a grabber for ice-cream. A tub of haagen daz no less.

Back to the office for more work type stuff and I was discussing some of what I do a slot appeared for me to present at Wordcamp. Not a whole big slot thankfully, probably a “This is how I got involved with WP, this is what I have done/do” and then something about submitting a plugin.  I’ll be figuring out the details tomorrow.

Back when we first got company business cards I was sent a box of however many, 100, maybe 200. I think I used one. I just don’t move in the right circles for business cards so when this came up a while ago for new ones I passed – why have an expense for something that would look nice, be able to say I have but never use? And where am I? Somewhere that a business card is a vital piece of etiquette and I’ve got none. Matt T. will be sending some files tomorrow which means I can get some printed before Wordcamp. If you read my twitter stuff you’ll know I said I was the only person in the company without my face or a face as their gravatar. I like that but I did wonder whether a face should be on a business card. It’s an area I know nothing about.  Anyway these will be with extra cool because they will be Japanese :)

Tonight we went to another multi-storey building and each floor was a separate restaurant. We were on the 8th. The food was all raw and on wooden skewers. On the table was a shallow bowl of a thickened milk coloured liquid, a shallow bowl of what looked like fine breadcrumbs and an inset deep fat fryer. So choose the food, dip it, roll it, fry it. All sized to be about 2 minutes to cook. It was a buffet so get what you want and bring to the table. Because it was a table for 4 the fryer was long and had 4 compartments so no mixups could happen. Others for 2 people had a single split I think. Lots of local people eating there and that is always a good sign. They also had several varieties of little cakes which I think is a good sign and they tasted great.

After that Naoko and Hashimoto brought me back to the hotel. Well, they brought me back to the end of the road. After they had gone I saw a shop open so bought some pocky and that chilled green tea. I did the ‘Arigato Gozaimasu’ thanks too which impressed me as I got the same back. Means Thank you very much. So exit shop, look around and promptly head off somewhere new again. A few streets later I realised that it was actually quite late and managed to find my way back here. This place looks so very different during the day. But it all looks great.

Photos and video so far and for the rest of the week will be here: http://markr.smugmug.com/Automattic Descriptions will be added more slowly. Picture quality and composition matters not really so expect little in that regard and you’ll be fine.

A first impression

Polite, quiet, clean, unrushed, friendly, safe are just some of the words so far.

By the time I had left the airport on the coach to Haneka I was impressed by the level of politeness from not just the staff – who were the embodiment of all things polite – but every Japanese person I interacted with in any way. There is “polite because I am paid to be” and “polite because this is how it should be” and that latter is the case here. The small bows from people not just when they are dealing with me (dealing sounds such a harsh word. I mean buying a drink in a shop to the hotel receptionist) are strange but not oddly so. It’s strange to be treated nicely. (That sounds like people usually throw bricks at me and have a ready supply of barge poles.) You know those people that stop you in the street to try and get you to sign up for a credit card? Saw one who walked up to a guy some 10ft in front. Lots of small bows and the tone of voice appeared to be more “I think you will like this / find it helpful” rather than the tone we get back home. Made me wonder how much was cultural, how much was commission-led and therefore how much was a little over the top. But we’d still never see that in the UK.
My home city I would call lived in, not clean. London and New York I’d call dirty, San Francisco was tidy. But here it’s clean. No litter, nothing I saw yesterday was lying around in a state of disrepair. Overall it felt clean but not obsessively so.
Coming to the hotel in the taxi and walking around last night it struck me as quiet traffic. No horns, revving of engines. Just more than your average number of bikes and lots of cars quietly getting to where they were going. I realised that as we were walking back through the city last night the traffic was there but our conversation could still be had.
It feels right so far. It meets what I expected, exceeds some aspects and a couple of others I didn’t see coming. For instance at an airport check-in you look along the line of ladies staffing the desks and see different shapes and sizes and hair etc. Not here, all very uniform with the ladies in height, hair colour. And it’s odd walking and knowing that it is you who sticks out as the stranger in a strange land. This is not bad or feels intimidating and it something I really should have appreciated because if I’m surrounded by japanese people I must be in Japan :)

High up there and now over here.

Right now this phone says it is 1549, the time in Tokyo is 0049. I am 7849km from there and just crossing into Russian airspace from Estonian (I think) some 3240m above the ground.

Might be me but the selection of films isn’t so good. Surrogates lasted 10 mins before Public Enemies and that too wasn’t so great. Right now Terminator Salvation is on and it makes glad I did not buy it. Junky nonsense.

Japanese lunchbox. Once I worked out how to eat the noodles on top right they were okay. Probably should have alternated mouthfuls more for the taste/texture experience. (There was a choice of this or pasta something but I could have made that myself). Bottom left is some sort of onion/carrot salad with sweetcorn and a dumpling type thing filled with something not unpleasant. Top left – yellow is spicy chicken, brown is something pork, violent pink I have no idea at all, and I think the purple were seeds. The brown package is rice and the bowl is miso soup which was really good. The lump in the triangle bit was some sort of sweet I think. Texture was that of elastic putty and there was something brown in the middle.
The phone says it is 1613 and outside it is now black. It was light when it started. Map says St Petersburg is below.

And the selfish bastard in front just decided to recline. You should have to pay the person behind if you do that.

Time to play Vagrant Story.

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0330 Tokyo / 1830 UK and I am north of Omsk. Crossed the Urals some time ago and we look to be in the same timezone as India.
VS – that took ages to start and I got bored. You know those horseshoe shaped inflatable pillows? Couldn’t work out how get comfy.

Just started playing Broken Sword on the touch and they bring round Pearl and Dean icecream. How cool is that?

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1920 UK
Bored now. If it wasn’t for the fact the tv screen is practically touching my head I’d try and watch something. An act of dominance is taking space like that. Selfish and safe dominance. She’s damn short too, not like she needs the space.
5 hours left.

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2135 UK / 0635 Tokyo
Somewhere over the Chinese border
Used my knees to adjust the position of the short one in front, stretched up and tipped my head back and discovered I could see the screen. Nothing hugely appealed so went for Glorious 39
And what a great film. No sex, no violence just a fine film that I will buy on DVD and watch again. Interested to see what imdb give it though I’ll guess 5.5 to 6.5 (Just checked and it’s a 6.7)

2317 UK / 0817 Tokyo
Heavy eyes and headache arrive as what I think North Korea is crossed. 820 miles to go.

Food served and the last spoonful hits the t-shirt.

0037
I do not have the address of the hotel in Fukuoka. I have one for a hotel in Tokyo, that’s all. No way to get in touch with anyone so time to hope. This is entirely my fault. I’d reminded Hanni recently she needed it on the way to the US. I use the Tokyo hotel address and send out texts and emails as soon as we land. Luckily I didn’t need the address itself though as Ned was meeting me at the airport.

Some time later
Land, customs is a breeze. Ask a Virgin Atlantic lady where I need to be for the connecting flight. I give her the itinerary paper. She studies and tells me to go to Terminal 2 (I’m at 1) and where to get the shuttle. Off I go. When I get there I check the boards, see no flight number so I ask. I should be in Terminal 1. Get the shuttle back. Ask again, get directed and when I get up there the flight has gone (I was still 15min before scheduled takeoff). Hm. Now I don’t have the address and I can’t meet Ned, I can’t tell him where I am, can’t yet get in touch with Naoko. Did I panic? Hell no. I was far too busy with a blinding headache. I wasn’t walking slow because I was cool about the situation – it was because I could not walk fast.
Downstairs the lady at the desk tells me I have 2 choices and says which she would pick. Fine by me. 3000 yen (about £21) gets me a coach ticket to Haneka airport (I’m at Narita). Takes about an hour so the headache reduced some. Airport is really well laid out and get the right flight. It’s not long but I sleep a bit.
Naoko has emailed the address and directions for the tube or get a taxi. Headache dictates latter.  Room 6181 of the Plaza Hotel Teijin is very welcome indeed. Net is 23 down and 7 up, I have the right adaptor.

Ned calls and meets me downstairs with Masanori from Backlog and Cacoo. We head round to their offices which doesn’t seem too far to get to but twice as far when coming back. I speak no japanese and everyone there speaks no english. I’ll be working from their offices – which are very nice – but Naoko and Ned will be around for translating. My body says it’s morning but it’s dark evening. First stop is a store where I get a chilled double espresso and then we get into a Yatai right by their offices.

I don’t make too much of an idiot with chopsticks. Some mince things (name forgotten), chicken balls and some pork skewer. Lemonade in a funky glass bottle seals it all. Much translated conversation about WordPress and Backlog and histories. Very pleasant conversation and a gentleman to our right who keeps saying that the new foods I am having are ‘challenges’. True, but the squid/octopus stayed in the cold box (these are challenges I will accept of course). The guys both brought me back to the hotel. I get to the offices myself tomorrow which will be good as the camera needs exercise.

The pillows feel like they are stuffed with pellets but I don’t care how I sleep because hey, I’m in Japan.

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Most of this post was written as it happened using the WP Blackberry app.

Standing to attention

I’ve been insulted many many times both in the jobs I have done and in the wonderful world of the internet. Once you’ve played your part in a usenet flame thread all seems relatively calm. And it was until today.

A blog was very legitimately shut. I did it and I’d do it again. Reasons why don’t matter but there was no doubt here. This happened a month ago at least and today I get a random email. It is by an insanely long way the single most vicious thing I have ever been sent. And I do mean ever. One line is fairly impressive:

“I hope there’s a hell, and I hope you fucking rot in it, Mark. I hope this more than …a million gold-plated blowjobs”

I am sort of impressed that I can summon such emotion in someone. Being an atheist the thought of ‘hell’ means absolutely zilch. But it’s the gold-plated blowjobs that have me thinking. Does he mean that they will be excellent blowjobs? Or is it that he wants some gold-toothed US rap star to head south on him? Because otherwise he means gold-plating it? Weird turn-ons some people have. He must have poured a years worth of bile and venom into that text he sent and yet he picked on that peculiar phrase. Inner feelings will out..
A million. That’s impressive too. Live to 70 and that’s just over 25000 days. So you’d need 40 a day? Two problems there: 1. Not even the horniest teenager at the peak of his sexual drive could hit 40 shots a day. No way at all. 2. Jaw ache.

So this guy wants more shiny sex that he can handle. What was that guy in Austin Powers? Goldmember?

I think this is the first time I’ve quoted part of an email here and it’ll probably be the last. It takes a lot these days to get to me but this one did. I had to read it several times to dissect it until it read as the ranting of a deranged individual. Depersonalised it. I hope I don’t get another though. One last thing: David? Have a nice day!

My work sweet spot

A couple of months ago I started to get up earlier because my work time was getting out of balance. Since then for various reasons I have been awake at times between 3:30 – 7am and that has turned out to be easily my most productive time of day. No-one else is up, the dog thinks it’s far too early to even think about a walk. I can have the news on low and just work away with no interruptions, no disturbance of concentration. It can last until 10am maybe which is when Jacq now gets up and at that point the productivity stops. It’s not Jacq that does this, it’s the break itself. I tried making coffee before she is up and that too breaks the spell. Luckily I always have a couple of litres of Red Bull equivalent here for any thirst needs. And while this is excellent for doing work it does have a drawback – up at 6, J gets up at 10 so I’ve done 4 hours work already. One day I was up at 4, J didn’t get up til 11 – I’d done a day’s work almost before lunch. So when the tired kicks in I think I have right to be tired but the sun is up so I think I should be working. Weird feeling is that. Oh, and it’s not that productivity stops, it just reduces to what is probably a more normal level. And of course working from home means this is all possible.

I bought an alarm clock

The assumption when people are told that I work at home is that I can lie in, go out when I want, play games, watch films ….. which I can but this thing called Work is still there. I am still developing my routine into something better for me. Take six months ago – I would be up whenever, do work, help J, do work, do housework, do work etc. ‘do work’ was slotted in around everything else. Which was great for the work part. I would answer tickets quickly and otherwise do other work. And I did this 7 days a week (I don’t mind working that many days and I certainly have never seen the attraction of a weekend off. Why be off when everyone else is?) because it’s how the work is done, not when. So my whole day was spoken for and because of the work thing I rarely gave myself any time. This was not good.
I did not give myself time because work needed doing and I got the priority wrong – something I have eventually figured out how to address. People do say I have these lie-ins etc. Now what they think is that I get the lie-in, I get to do what I want and I also quit at 5pm. Ah. Wrong. That’s where their vision fails. Start late – finish late. And because I finish late I need the lie in, I feel rushed to get work done, I try to do everything at home and work and get no time for me. Not good. So over Christmas – because it was quieter at work – I started getting up early and doing it deliberately. Big difference.
J normally gets up around 9, the dog wants a walk after J gets up and I have to stop work to get this done. So if I got up just before or at the same time I did not start work until late and so the day went from there. I could not add more time at the end of the day and if I did not only was I more tired I was also putting that time in when incoming work had dropped – I was catching up. But getting up at 7:30 means I have at least 90 mins of work time. No phones, no helping J, the dog couldn’t care what happens. Because there are no other distractions – and because I have a supply of Red Bull in the room so no need for the kettle – I am getting so much more work done and that does free up time in the day, it does mean things should not pile up (hopefully) and it does mean that at some point I will give myself permission to do what I want (I keep telling myself to back to the gym… Just paying for it does little good..). Of course buying the alarm clock and setting it for 7:30 means I now wake at 7:25 It actually feels very odd too. I am ‘finishing’ what I normally set out to do in a day earlier. So whereas before I’d feel the need to work til 9pm or more now I feel more relaxed at 7pm. I still do more and always will – there is always work to be done – but just this one change of getting up early (why did I not think of this before?) seems to be making a positive difference. The real test will be gaming I think. If I can get back to playing some games regularly I’ll know I’ve cracked it.

The 60sec commute

Part 2 of some posts that are connected to work.
Something I need to make clear before someone reads into these words things that are not there – I love my work, the people I work with and everything the company stands for. I am making personal observations and there is no hidden message / agenda.

It takes a minute or less from me to get out of bed and switch the monitor on. It takes only a few more to go get a coffee. Working from home blends work and life together far more than you may think.

I have probably said before that I will not mention my nursing career again but I need to this time. I had 3 ways of getting to/from work. Walking took around 40-50  minutes, cycling took around 25 and the car took considerably less. The shorter the time the less the separation between the two roles. The less the separation meant less focus, taking more time when I was in the role to be the role. Planning work / home life is important regardless of the work and I always felt that cycling to work was ideal. It gave me the perfect amount of time with the fewest distractions. It was also an ideal way to relax afterwards. I found that with the car it was swapping one stress for another then arriving back home with the residue of work stress still there. I will clarify the stress. Workload does not stress me. If there is 100 things to do and I’m the only one to do it then I’ll get on and work through. Stressing about this does no good, makes work take longer.  Anyway, point is that putting physical distance between work helped me to separate the two roles, it benefitted both roles.

The most frustrating things I deal with are blogs that have been suspended and the person asks why. Sometimes this is resolved positively but sometimes not. The ‘not ones’ generally involve phrases like “But Blogger let me do it” and their failure to understand that we just don’t allow PTC MLM penis-enlarging foreclosure avoidance schemes. And the good thing about working from home is that I can say what I want out loud, put some music on, go for a walk or something else that takes me away from the machine. The flip side of course is that if this happens just before we all sit down for a meal then some of that frustration could come with me to the table. (It’s fair to say that my family know the difference between wordpress.com and blogger.com). Of course this is no different to people that use laptops from the office, or Blackberrys. But it is different in that they move about, go to/from an office. The reverse is true. If Jacq and I have had words (very rare to be honest) or I am annoyed at something else then when I walk in and sit in front of the monitors my mood, my potential responses can be influenced.

Looking more at the domestic side, if someone calls I’m always around (this is great for deliveries). I can get called downstairs for good news, to chat about something. I’m here for J when she needs, can do the housework (which I find relaxing), go shopping so in that way I get a mini-break from work and work gets a happier me back. It’s far from all being negative.

But I mentioned in my previous post about the need for privacy and the above is all part of that. I don’t  know if this is making sense yet – I hope another post does.

Gatwick to Houston

On his left wrist is a watch the size of a rock. Above that is a poor – probably done by a friend – ‘Bear’ tattoo.
On his head, covering the not-quite shoulder-length black hair which is tied back into a small pony is the obligatory baseball cap. It is – naturally – on backwards.
The beard is not short, it’s not long.
He’s no stranger to sitting at the bar – you just know that.
To his left on the seat is a tin of Skoal to satisfy the nicotine craving and through the flight (the 10 hour flight) he fills bottles with the hawked up residue.
Inside his head his tubes are clear – I know this because he is clearing them at least once a minute – noisy sniff + noisy cough.
When not sniffing and snorting he is snoring.
When the food arrives it is unceremoniously shovelled in. He asks for two meals – I could have done without the replay.
He typified so much that I find annoying. Which is my problem I know – he did nothing wrong but he was the noisiest person on the plane, and he was sitting within arms reach of me. I thought that having a seat free to my right was a good thing but it was a pity there was no-one there is absorb the noise.
If it wasn’t for the fact I had a fantastically bad headache I’d have gone nuts.

A mouse-free week

I use the mouse a lot. My typing technique is poor. I spend a lot of time doing both of them. This is not good and has not been for a while. When I’m out with the dog some of the field gates we walk though are extremely heavy things made of tubular steel. One day I caught my hand across the knuckles as it closed and the knuckle of the right middle finger caught the brunt. So combine that with the first 2 and it became time to change.

This week the mouse is unemployed. I’m just using the Wacom tablet for all things mouse. And I’m again trying to learn to type. I’ve got some way to go on that. And when I’m working I’m using MacBreakZ to make me stop. This is all very good but the side-effect is it’s taking so much longer. I’m hoping it gets faster.