Archive for August, 2009

All In a Day’s Work

Posted in work on August 27th, 2009

It’s my colleague’s last day tomorrow, and we’re having a goodbye celebration thing with her tonight. I can only imagine the mess that unfolds when she’s gone and myself and a newish colleague are left in charge of the department.

When said colleague asked me to go “get some cakes and things” with him, I somehow didn’t realise it would involve us carting a load of wine back as well. It felt pretty neat walking through Covent Garden with bags of goodies and wine and flowers chit-chatting with a guy who’s my boss but essentially just a colleague. Did me good getting out of the office for a bit too.

I also had my first formal one-on-one meeting with him, where I was able to voice some of my concerns I’ve previously detailed about this job. He said that he acknowledged them and that he was equally keen in streamlining and smartening things up. That was reassuring. It was also nice to hear that I am “enthusiastic” and a “whiz” and that he was “very happy with me”.

So good news there. Now to get my head down for a bit and do some actual work.

Housemate Auditions

Posted in London, friends, house on August 26th, 2009

One of my housemates is moving out, and finding a replacement has turned into a multi-evening ordeal. We’ve seen a whole bunch of people but the problem is that all of them seem nice in their own ways. There’s a calm and collected girl, a guy who seems like a laugh but may be just a little bit too much based on first impressions (which are inevitably always a bit off) and a German who in his spare time flies planes.

Choosing someone is exceedingly difficult. They’d all love to move in, to the extent that one guy last night exclaimed to his girlfriend on the phone that “yeah I’m still here, it’s amazing, the people are lovely… I want to move here so much”.

But, as much as it pains me to think that we’d be turning a lot of good choices down, maybe the reason we as a house have not been able to come to a decision is because the Right Person hasn’t walked through the door yet? I really hope we had more time for this auditioning thing, though it is really tiring to have new people come in on multiple nights. But we don’t – the decision pretty much has to be made tonight because the first of September is just around the corner and the current housemate will be gone by then.

So This is Real Life Then

Posted in England, fun, work on August 21st, 2009
Netta and Jussi of Turisas

I’m still in a bit of a daze following last weekend, which I spent with friends both old and new in the grounds of a stately home at a music festival. And, I do have to say, a good festival it was. I may not have slept more than a few hours every night over the 4 days but it doesn’t really matter, I am still really glad I went. The weather was surprisingly favourable and the atmosphere in general was excellent. I was surprised (though I guess I shouldn’t have been) at how cups of tea were available from all vendors around the site. This is England, after all.

I’m beginning to realise the domesticity and routine of my job. For much of the foreseeable time ahead, I will be done by five, with a fair amount of routine during the day itself. I come home to clubcard vouchers that allow me to purchase cheaper food, only giving away my consumer behaviour statistics in return.

It’s not the most mentally stimulating stuff but I am relieved it feels non-threatening. I’m sure I’ll become frustrated at it as a lot of the procedures seem incredibly inefficient. There are several cases of glaring lack of responsibility, with my queries being met with “well we’re not responsible for that… I don’t know who is but it’s definitely not us”. I wouldn’t mind it I guess, but doing something that ultimately does little to improve the world in an institution expressly aimed at doing so is a little disheartening.

My colleague and I have a kind of clean slate to start things afresh, though the established procedures (or lack thereof) are pretty heavy. It would take some serious thinking and mind-mapping to form new consistent and efficient procedures that integrate the compulsory (bloated) software solutions but possibly something nimbler than a bursting Excel file. I’ll have to get to grips with the day-to-day quickly enough so that I haven’t started to consider the moronic stuff normal, and that I can make time for such redrafting. It could make this year quite a bit more stimulating, but not knowing exactly where to start is a bit daunting.

The pace of the work isn’t fast by any standard used in the commercial world, but my duties are varied. So, getting really stuck into something is going to demand serious self-discipline because I could theoretically just do the various routines and coast by. I don’t think that would be in anyone’s interest.

All Good Things… / Don’t Stop Believin’

Posted in Internet, friends, fun on August 12th, 2009
Don't Stop Believin'

Over five years ago, in late April if I recall right, I stumbled across a thread on an internet forum telling of a new user-run internet radio stream set up by some of the posters. I chose a moniker and a password and registered on their site, and haven’t looked back since. Over time the little radio station has matured from the anarchic free-for-all of the beginning to a fully-fledged community -  with its admitted ups and downs, sometimes arbitrary rulemaking, and absolutely pointless inside jokes, but most of all with a genuine sense of friendship and camaraderie with fellow users. The under-the-radar nature of the system necessitated by the operating model only enhanced the sense of sharing in something special. That service ends on August 14th, and that’s why I’m writing this eulogy.

I can credit the station with, even at the risk of cliché, vastly expanding my musical horizons. Not only have other users knowledgeably written up notes about bands, added music that other users would listen to and run DJ sets with commentary between songs I’d never heard before, the structure of the station has meant that longer-term users would have to come to grips with genres they never thought they’d like.

Looking down the playlist these days has me in waves of nostalgia, both for songs I’ve heard on the station but because the other users are by and large my age and share similar life experiences, leading them to add music that I recognise from my youth or childhood, provoking emotions which I suspect they feel too. Why else would 80s cartoon themes have superbly high user ratings, or video game title music be some of the mainstay material on the station? But it’s not just the music that set this station apart during years which saw the rise of the likes of Spotify. A unique part, owing to the irreverence of the forums it was spawned from, was the ability to vote and comment on what was playing. It took some getting used to seeing 30 people pan a song you liked and had added to the playlist but it became part of the charm. Besides, you could do it to them when they played something horrible. It meant listening to music wasn’t a solitary experience, but very much a shared one.

We’ve weaved a collective social web from individual experiences felt separately. The station chatroom is full of people discussing the end, from the songs they remember their experiences by to what they would like the last song played to be. It really feels like a gathering of the like-minded, witnessing the coming to an end of something we’ve created. Sure, the actual underlying code is by a handful of people, but everything else is communal. As I’m writing this a few days from the end, users long since gone are resurfacing for a last hello and reminisce. It’s strange, knowing that the end of something that has been a big part of your life is coming to an end. For me, the little station, physically a computer in a Swedish university student’s flat, was much more than the physical embodiment. It was a true community, and I’m not afraid of admitting my part in it. I’ve met people for gigs through talking with them online, and have this feeling that I could find some couch space in a variety of American states should the need arise. We’ve even sent Christmas presents to each other (with the humorous tagline of ‘where the postage is worth more than the content’).

The active userbase and listener count has been steadily dwindling in the past year or so. As the current administration knew of the ultimate demise of the station, they closed membership registrations, and publicising something operating on the fringes of current legal acceptability was always a thorny issue. But the hardcore users are still around, and like I said people are coming back for a last hurrah. I for one am leaving with a vastly-expanded knowledge of music, both popular and esoteric, and an appreciation of the experimental, strange and different.

Five years on the internet is a very long time. Nothing about the radio station I am writing about was meant to last that long. But somehow it kept going, and would still keep going were it not for this voluntary shutdown.

It’d be much more sad if it truly were the end. However, some intrepid users are taking the concept and running with it, creating a new station to replace the old. The work will begin anew, and things will be different, but the music won’t stop.

Last Day

Posted in work on August 11th, 2009

Oh wow.

I just realised that I’m about two hours into my last ever shift on this job.

Maybe it’s better this way, without drawn-out goodbyes or anything. After all I’ll stay in touch with the people I’ve worked with.