Archive for November, 2006

“All these foreigners look the same to me”

I never imagined I would find myself shopping for a hoody in Penny’s. There was a perfectly good reason for it… but anyway, that’s another story. Just as I was trying one one, a small man with a heavy foreign accent came up to me and asked “do you have any sizes larger than XL?”

Penny’s employees wear a white shirt, tie, and black trousers or skirt.

I had just hung my big fur-lined leather jacket on the clothes rail at head height, together with my Tom-Baker-style scarf. My bright orange cardigan was slung over a rail beside me. I was wearing a purple shirt, baggy brown trousers and tan Dr Martens. My shoulder-bag and some other shopping were at my feet, and as I say, I was trying on a hoody.

“I….. think XL is the largest they have.”

“Oh, okay. Do you have this in green?”

I regularly get asked if I’m a musician. I’ve been approached by complete strangers and told that I look like an actor or a rock star. My nationality is typically guessed as German, Swedish or Australian, but never, ever Irish. Thank you, weird little man, for making me feel at home.

Dublin winter evening

Dublin winter evening

Made in China

JXD with Na on screen

So I got this mp3 player thing, the kind that does almost everything you can think of, including takes SD cards, has a 3 inch screen and a built-in camcorder. It’s Made In China. Bought off eBay. EBay’s terrible like that, I went on looking for a good quality mp3 player that just plays music and is rechargeable, and I start seeing ones that do more and more, for ridiculously cheap prices. This “JXD 638″ (it has another name, but I can’t read Chinese) was around UKP 55, which somehow became EUR 130 including postage; still, a reasonable bargain.

But it’s the Made In China bit that fascinates me, while also making me think that China’s global economic dominance may be a bit further away than is sometimes predicted. (Strictly speaking, it’s the Designed In China bit. I realise that most Western or Japanese brand names are already manufactured in Chinese factories.) So you have features like a 4-way controller, similar to thousands of other phones/mp3 players/video games/tv remote controls. Except, on this one, up/down isn’t controlled by the up/down keys, but by two other left/right keys marked with volume controls. Well, that’s what they usually do, but when it comes to, say, setting the date, they increase the number. That’s “-” to increase it, or “+” to decrease it.

The part of the pad that you might expect to move things up and down, are labelled MENU and ESC respectively. Only, exiting from most screens doesn’t actually involve the ESCAPE key, it involves bringing up the MENU (in the down position), scrolling down a menu using the RIGHT key-pad, then pressing PLAY.

There’s also no centre “okay” button in the 4-way pad. That function is mostly done by the tiny PLAY button off to the top-left.

Despite being listed in English on ebay.co.uk, there’s no English language manual. This isn’t a major setback, as the quality of translation in China is generally so garbled as to be useless anyway. With my background in localisation, I can’t help feeling this is revenge for all those American companies who request written translation into Mandarin (a spoken dialect),and then use machine conversion to create what they call a “Cantonese” version. Still, it’s a shame that the advertised Chinese-English dictionary function doesn’t exist. Perhaps they got stuck on the bit that puzzled me, which is how one would look up words on a device that doesn’t have a keyboard of any kind.

On the other hand, an unexpected bonus is the Notepad. Again, since there’s no keyboard, there’s no way to actually enter any notes. Still, you can read text documents previously transferred from a computer. An interesting little localisation bug which might not occur to those unfamiliar with the English language, is that readers generally expect line breaks to occur in between words, as opposed to in the middle. Again, revenge on all those documents translated into Thai that break words in confusing places.

One feature that you’re not likely to see on a Western-designed gadget is the games console. Of course, given how much Sony and Nintendo have to struggle each time they launch a new console, no one would bother to design games for a small, obscure manufacturer. JXD have cleverly got around this by producing an NES simulator, and kindly included 1,155 free games on a CD. Copyright? Sorry, there’s a problem with my dictionary. I’m not complaining though, I’ll be replaying all those childhood games like Boulderdash, Mario and, er, “Hyaku no Sekai no Monogatari - The Tales on a Watery Wil “. Pity about the up/down keys…

Then there’s the calendar. I haven’t quite figured this one out yet - although there are dropdowns to select the month and year, there’s no way of accessing those dropdowns, so I’m pretty much stuck in April. It’s a pity, cos there’s also some mysterious Chinese text that changes with the date, aas well as a Hello-Kitty style dog. I’m rather hoping it’s a horoscope function.

So does it actually play mp3s? Well, yes… sort of. Like everything made-in-China, there’s a catch. In this case, it’s unable to play music in folders. So if I want to put, say, 30 albums on it, I can, as long as I put them all in the music folder. Which means I’ll have a long long way to scroll if I decide to listen to Yo La Tengo.

Edit: I found the dictionary function. Apparently, the way it works is, you start with A and scroll down (using the RIGHT key) to the word you want. I don’t know how many words it contains - so far, I’ve got as far as “Abbatial”, which apparently means “having to do with an abbey, abbot, or abbess”, a concept I see cropping up all the time for Chinese speakers. There’s also a few extras that would only be found in a dictionary produced in a country that doesn’t use spaces in its own language… words like “aboveground”. Now, let’s see if it’s got “zygote”…

Pile of peas

Pile of peas

People are paying far too much attention to what I eat. Earlier my flatmate mentioned about how hard it is to get the recommended daily amount of five portions of fruit and vegetables per day, and then added, “and in America, they recommend ten portions.”

Me: “Ten portions?? Hang on a sec… so example yesterday for dinner I had steak, potatoes and peas. [Potatoes don’t count as a vegetable apparently]. So supposing I swapped the potatoes for peas. And swapped the steak for peas. So I’d have peas, peas and peas. And then I also had peas, peas and peas for breakfast, and peas, peas and peas for lunch. I still wouldn’t have reached the recommended amount of vegetables. In fact, to meet the requirements, I would be forced to have a pea-snack between meals.”

What kind of a healthy diet recommends you eat snacks between meals? Bloody Americans, if it wasn’t for them, we would have peas in this world.

She’s a Lady…. ish

For Petite, who really is a lady. I think.

Well she’s all you’d ever want,
She’s the kind that likes to flaunt and take to dinner.
Well she always knows her place.
She’s got style, she’s got grace, She’s got a wiener.
She’s a lady… Boy, she’s a lady….
Boy, talkin’ about that little lady… boy, and the lady is a man.
Well it’s never in the way
Always something nice to play with, what a blessing.
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she’s okay alone, and there’s no messing.
She’s a lady… Boy, she’s a lady…
Boy, talkin’ about that little lady… boy and the lady is a man.
Well she never asks for very much and I don’t refuse her.
Always treat her with respect, I never would abuse her.
What she’s got is hard to find, and I don’t really mind,
Help me build a vagina from my little penis skin. Hey, hey, hey.
Well she knows what I’m about,
She can take what I dish out, and that’s not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She’s a lady… Boy, she’s a lady…
Boy, talkin’ about that little lady - boy! the lady is a man.
Yeah yeah yeah she’s a lady
Boy, listen to me baby, she’s a lady - boy!
Whoa whoa whoa, she’s a lady
Boy, and the lady is a man.
Yeah yeah yeah she’s a lady
Boy, talkin about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is a man
Yeah yeah she’s a ladyboy
And the ladyboy’s mine.

A little bit of Bangkok in Dublin

Siam Square - Treasures from the Far East

The interior is about 10 square metres.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Freaky elves in the Jervis Centre

I snapped these freaky figures in Jervis St shopping centre. Apart from myself and my friend, everyone seemed to walk past without noticing or caring. This was a week ago, so they could have been dual-purpose decorations - Hallowe’en and then Christmas. To launch the Christmas season, they would animate, claw wildly at passing children, tear off their foul black flesh and reveal themselves as elves. That’s the Santa’s workshop sort of elf of course, not the Orlando Bloom type. Imagine a giant toy factory full of Orlando Blooms, carefully hand-carving their arrows. The reindeer wouldn’t stand a chance.

I find Christmas shopping to be a traumatic experience.

Hallowe’en (finally)

Now, you were saying?…

Entry for Petite

Scarf

Well I was going to wait until I got some Hallowe’en photos, so at least I’d have something to talk about. But it seems to be ridiculously difficult to get anyone to send them to me. This is particularly silly since one of those people is myself, and I know for a fact I’ve emailed them to myself at least twice. But I reckon I’m lying…

So instead I’ll fall back on the cliche of the weather. Last week, it was relatively warm here. Well not actually warm, Ireland is never warm, but at least it was weather that you could more or less ignore. There I was thinking maybe I’ve toughened up, maybe winter isn’t so bad, I can get through this.

Then Hallowe’en hit, and the temperature dropped 10′C overnight. Actually it’s just occured to me that maybe Hallowe’en caused it. Maybe it’s some effect of a thousand bonfires across the city, or some atmospheric effect caused by the sky being shot with fireworks, or just Thor getting pissed off with all the bangers. Suddenly everyone who comes in from outdoors is obliged to remark how cold it is (with the exception of one colleague, who still insists on putting on the air-conditioning to counteract the heating - our office would actually score a negative energy efficiency rating.)

Now I have a nice warm fur-lined leather jacket (which I bought within hours of returning from Thailand last March), but it does have a flaw, which is that the giant fold-down collar leaves a huge gaping hole for the wind to blow through. (Ireland is not, in the general scheme of things, a extremely cold country measured in degrees Celsius. It is however the windiest country in Europe.) So on the 10 minute walk home from work, I decided now was the right time to get a scarf. Most scarves these days seem to be fairly pathetic little scraps of thin fabric, possibly due to most jacket manufacturers having got the hang of making collars that actually serve their purpose. A thin little scrap clearly wasn’t going to the job; I’d end up with a warm throat, and icicles on my chest. I had in mind something a bit more like Tom Baker would wear.

So I went around the shops trying on every single scarf. This got quite a few odd looks. I suppose most people when buying a scarf don’t consider it necessary to try it on for size. They don’t come in S, M, L, XL you know. I imagine that even in the foothills of the Himalayas there are no Indian tailors measuring their customers necks 5 times before making scarves that somehow still don’t fit quite as snugly as they ought to. In fact, most of them helpfully had labels with “one size fits all”. Ha! What do they know? In M&S the labels even had helpful little diagrams on how to tie a scarf around your neck, which says something about the decline of society. (Admittedly I did learn that the sideways think-you’re-clever fashion that everyone is suddenly wearing, is called a Hoxton knot. So they all shop in M&S too.)

I’m not so much digressing here, as getting seriously hungry.

Oh yeah, so as you can see above, I finally found one that does the job. It’s not quite a Tom Baker (as you can see from this website about the scarves of Tom Baker), but it’s satisfyingly chunky and has enough wool in it to stop a couple of New Zealand lambs from getting frozen. Well come to think of it, it didn’t. Somebody ought to thaw them out in the microwave.

Dinner time.