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• Sunday, 9 Jul 2023 10:19 pm

  Weeknotes 2 July

  Started the week on a high note: I took the day off and we finally cashed in a spa day we received two Christmases ago. Visited the Bannatyne in Durham—maybe less of a spa than a "health centre", which functionally just means that it has a wading pool and a sauna and a jacuzzi and a bunch of treadmills and erg machines and a cafe that sells smoothies. I didn't bother with the treadmills and erg machines but after our couples massage—not quite the sports massage I used to receive off old Japanese women at the local onsen, but a welcome relief nonetheless!—I sat in the sauna for maybe longer than I should have and did a few halfhearted laps in the single 15m lane tied off at the end of the pool. We then ducked into Durham for a late lunch at a pan-Asian place called Zen. Uninspired name, absolutely fantastic fare. I rarely find more than 2 or 3 things on a menu that I really crave, but this single piece of laminated card was a who's-who of Charles's All Time Greatest Hits. I made Sam write an IOU for a return visit at some point.

  Unfortunately, the week took a bit of a turn for the worse thereafter. Hay fever (or a mild cold; not sure) rolled in on me on Monday night and didn't let up for a few days afterwards. I struggled to see through itchy eyes and serial sneezing fits and skipped out on an exercise or two midweek, but was back on form by Thursday or Friday. My bike's developed an awful ticking noise when applying force to the left pedal, and I can't locate the source. It's been an annoyance.

  At the weekend we took a trip up to Polmood with a couple of friends for a weekend off the grid. They'd brought their dogs and we were keen to see how Ghyll would get on with them. They weren't much bothered with Ghyll, being 9 and 13, and Ghyll got the message eventually. By the time we were ready to leave, Ghyll was quite content to potter around the garden on his own—an unfathomable situation just a couple days prior, when just the sight of a dog would send him into tail-wagging hysterics. Proud of him!

  

  As for us hairless bipedals, Saturday morning found us taking a briefly soggy walk up Worm Hill—at last. Worm Hill is a big symmetric triangular thing that sits right in the frame of Polmood's front door, crowned with a crumbing surveying tower and with no established paths to the top. We've always wanted to climb it—it dominates the Tweed Valley looking north from Polmood—but never managed to get round to it until now. It was a shorter walk than I'd thought, and the views from the top were lovely—especially up Stanhope Glen (once the rain'd let up).

  

  Saturday afternoon Sam and I drove up to Fruid Reservoir to do a bit of test open-water swimming. I thought that I'd found my open water legs (fins?) swimming in Lake Sir John growing up, but for some reason swimming in Fruid (just like swimming in the marina last weekend) has got me absolutely petrified. We're talking inconsistent breathing, shaking hands, terror both up and down my spine. Not Fun. Anyway I think it's probably just a question of exposure, so I paddled around for half an hour in the shallows, and then climbed up onto the shore and ogled wetsuit-clad reflection in the car windows. What a cool, adventuresome guy. A return to Fruid on Sunday morning proved more fruitful: twenty minutes of solid swimming (mostly breaststroke with some crawl thrown in for good measure) with only minor panics along the way. My main obstacle is putting my head in the water. Only two weeks until the Castle Howard triathlon, too, so I betta getta move on.

  

  What else? I lost one of two bolts holding the instrument panel to the forks on the motorbike, so I took the remaining one down to Hartlepool to match and buy a replacement. The guy at the hardware store probably thought my buying a single bolt a little odd, but the instrument panel's rock-solid again. I rode halfway up to Newcastle but got lost along the way, and had to race home against my phone's dying battery.

  Read a bit more of Why Nations Fail, but as I close on the last chapters, I'm not sold on the purpose of the book qua book. The central message of the book is pretty straightforward, and it's addressed in the first couple chapters; the rest of the book is historical evidence that props up but doesn't really add to the thesis. I feel like the authors could have trimmed it down and published it as an essay on a smarty-pants website. But I suppose that wouldn't have been very prestigious.

  I've been reading the book using the Books app on my computer (and my phone), and I'm not sure that I'm sold on the experience. The sync between the two is flaky at best, and while Apple hardware has some of the best screens available, there's no beating physical paper (or e-ink!) for long reading sessions. I can feel the pattern on the screen burning in to my eyes after like 15 minutes. Got a couple books waiting for me at the Peterlee library, though, so it'll be back to paper soon enough.

  

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  Sunday, 30 Apr 2023 2:30 am

  April 2023

  Cast off

  Started the month off right by getting my cast off! What an ordeal this has been. The hand was absolutely grotesque for the first day post-cast-removal: shedding skin, pale and bony, barely mobile. By the evening, I was able to hold a can of beer in my hand, however—a titanic feat (for me) at which I couldn’t help but exclaim to Sam. She didn’t care.

  

  The healing bone has left a minor bump on the side of my hand, but you wouldn’t notice it unless I’d brought your attention to it. The pain in the bone itself is mostly incidental—when I bump it or flex it in the wrong way. Tightness in my wrist is the main trouble for me—putting weight through my wrist is still a no-go, and even leaning idly on e.g. the countertop in the kitchen gives me a pang if I hit it at just the wrong angle. The pain’s in a totally different spot from the broken bone, which makes me think it’s just a question of a bit more stretching, a bit more light strength work, to get it back to where it needs to be.

  I can type and use a mouse (mercifully!), I can ride a bike, and I can haul groceries, and those are my three main hand use cases anyway, so I’m pleased as punch.

  Polmood

  Spent some more time outside this month, as the days extend and the weather ameliorates. What a difference a bit of thin, watery, April sunlight makes.

  A trip up to the bothy at Polmood served as the first excursion with cast-less hand—and with Ghyll no less. The enclosed garden around the bothy was perfect for him to run about in, and an idle football generated literal hours of fun for the little guy. We brought his crate with us as well so he had a place to settle down for quiet time while we ate, and he gleefully fell asleep in front of the fire when the sun went down.

  

  I’ll admit I went into the trip with a bit of trepidation, both for my hand and for Ghyll. There are a lot of sheep about, and he’s a curious fella without much concern for animals that want nothing to do with him. But it all went off without a hitch. We even took him up into the hills above Loch Skeen and the Grey Mare’s Tail waterfall. Had to keep him on the lead the whole time, but he tackled the fells with aplomb and gazed amidst them like one of those shaggy hounds on the front of shortbread tins. Good lad.

  

  Got in a run while I was out there, climbing to the top of the forestry track below Broad Law. Exhaustion set in at that point and I turned back for the trek downhill. Expect a more glorious result (nothing short of the summit of Broad Law) on our next trip to Polmood.

  The 59th Fellsman

  Marshalled in our usual spot on the top of Great Knoutberry again for the 59th Fellsman. The Fellsman is a 61-mile fell run through the Yorkshire Dales, and the Great Knoutberry checkpoint sits on top of the eponymous hill at the end of an out-and-back around mile 29. By this point the runners are well & truly tuckered out, but arrive with smiles and good cheer to have their tags punched and their number counted before the long descent off the fell.

  Sam and I had our Vango Xenon tent for the first time this year, with all of the creature comforts that its massive vestibule entails—making for this year’s vigil on the hilltop a decidedly more comfortable one. Bringing a pair of camp chairs certainly helped. It was foggy for the better part of the day, though the wind was mostly well-behaved and we had a blissful interlude around the golden hour where the mists retreated and the Dales could be glimpsed in all their pastoral glory. This was probably the point of highest morale for the runners before their long march through the foggy dark ahead.

  

  I remember that at our previous Fellsman, in 2021 I think, that I considered a challenge like the Fellsman to be wholly outside the realm of possibility for me—that ultramarathons were for the hyper-fit, the borderline-unhealthy. But something about this year’s Fellsman filled me with a vigour for the punishing outdoors. I spoke to septuagenarians running their 27th Fellsman, to newbies who'd never run more than 20 miles before but who reached our checkpoint with zeal to spare. I don't think that the challenge is quite within my grasp right now, but it's near enough that I could maybe give it a go with a little more training. I think the 60th Fellsman might be my year. Watch this space.

  AI

  Not going to say much about this because everyone else seems to be talking & writing totally w/o surcease about AI, but now I’m trying to learn about it too.

  It seems like there are increasingly two camps of AI-literate folk:

  1. people who make AI: those who write, configure, and train neural nets (e.g. people who work at OpenAI or Meta), and
  2. people who use AI: those who hack their productivity and abilities by writing great AI prompts (e.g. regular old GitHub Copilot subscribers, but also prompt engineers).

  Maybe the second could be split in two.

  Anyway, while every second hot take on the web is concerned with how and when AIs will make jobs obsolete, I think there are going to be tons of new jobs created in both of the categories above. I think I’d like to be in the former camp, since my work is sort of funelling me towards thinking about systems in Python anyway, but I’ve got boundless respect for those in the latter, because it requires a creativity that I don’t think will ever be abstracted away, no matter how clever artificial intelligence gets.

  And that was April. Bring on the springtime.

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