Ria Bacon: editor & writer

Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
From the heather of the Veluwe to the dust of Dakar ...

Currently resident in the Land of Sea with a small tribe of kids and Mr B.

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7 days ago
Just installed EU-friendly version of Google Currents. Sweet layout and great readability! Goodbye Reader, Feedly, etc.
1 week ago
New blog post: Non-aligned movement First HDR photo using a tripod, which means no more caffeine-induced wobbly ... http://t.co/vFkhzvS1
2 weeks ago
She sells shoe sales http://t.co/8y3IzyFI
2 weeks ago

Stet in a cloud

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Now hear dis!

FYI

Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.

...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.

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Contact

Ria[dot]Bacon[at]gmail.com

Geek rapture

Honestly, what did nerdy geeks do before browser extensions and apps?

Geek rapture with new font ID extension

Geek rapture with new font ID extension

Ah yes, trainspotting.

 

Truly this is the time of geek rapture.

End of the Non-aligned Movement

First HDR photo using a tripod, which means no more caffeine-induced wobbly hands and blurred photo merging.

What do you think?

 

Spanjardstraat (HDR image)

She sells shoe sales

She sells shoe sales

Pulling a sickie

Actually I am ill, really ill, really. It’s a killer cold, already shared by everyone else in my inner circle, now reaching me, the most disease-resistant member.

It’s also out of consideration for my colleagues that I’m staying home — no one would appreciate my sputum-rattling cough and explosive, spluttering sneezes.

Which means I find myself in a rare situation: at home with no one else here. A few hours of unrestricted access to music I enjoy listening to (not Pitbull, for example); and uninterrupted, full-concentration “work” on own projects.

So far I’ve started copying old home videos onto the server and set up G+ to crosspost to my WordPress blog, although I’m afraid that at some point all my posts will get sucked into an infinite loop, ending in a spinning fireball of death (I think that’s the correct technical description).

I lost almost an hour trying to connect the dvd drive to the server, almost going so far as to install a special toolkit. I just didn’t get it! I tried all the USB ports, and each time, the drive powered up but failed to appear onscreen. Finally I checked the back of the drive — the USB lead was not fully in! And that was the end of my problems. Sheepish is how I felt.

The second item is the reason for this post, to test whether it is automatically crossposted to my blog at riabacon.com.

My To Do List for the rest of the day:

- Print a photo (no small effort when one’s photo workflow is so convoluted that a typical session usually ends after two hours of catalog management, with no actual output)

- Make a Prezi to show my vision of flexible language learning programs at my university (also useful for future job pitches)

- Make lots of squelchy synth noises with my Korg midi controller and Ableton Live (thanks Santas-in-law!)

- Update various websites

- eat, bathe, brush teeth, do laundry, get food, cook

A very Dutch death

The new year had barely begun when I learned of the death of a colleague who worked in the office opposite mine. A very Dutch death, he was out cycling on New Year’s Eve, probably going home to celebrate with his wife and four kids, when he had a heart attack and ended up in the sloot, or water-filled ditch that line many country roads here. His body was later found in the water.

The wind has been very strong these last few days, gusting up to Force 9, so maybe the exertion of cycling was too much for his heart. I don’t remember him as being especially unhealthy, and maybe he wasn’t — he was only 45.

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His death has been on my mind since I heard about it. After all, I have four kids too, and next week … I’m turning 45.