Wednesday 25 June 2014

Blue light makes me see Red


Some time ago our broadband cable modem stopped working and after waiting a week for somebody to come and look at it they left us with a replacement which doubled as a Wifi hub. A new bit of free kit would have been welcomed, even though we already had a Wifi router that distributed the old signal, if only it didn't come with a little flashing LED on the front of the device.

As the broadband is provided by our cable TV company the wire comes through a hole in the living room wall next to the television, which means the router has to go in the front room next to the television, the same can probably be said for 90% of their customers, so why would they put a flashing signal light on the front of the device. How distracting is that when you are trying to watch TV? Very, I can tell you. And to make matters worse the light is blue, if you make the mistake of looking at it your eyes will go funny for a few seconds because they have trouble focussing on blue light and the intensity of blue LEDs is greater than red or green ones.

Within hours of owning it I had turned the device around so that I couldn't see the offending LED. That cured the problem until it got dark, when the light was reflected off the white walls illuminating the corner of the room in a ghostly shimmering blue glow. A DVD from a nearby shelf propped up against the back of the device, which used to be the front, cured that. I was hoping that the title of the DVD would be something amusing or prophetic but sadly not, except that 'No Way Back' does sort of describe the situation we find ourselves in.

The event got me wondering about the LEDs and user interfaces of the other devices in the front room and elsewhere in the house. When everything is turned 'off' there are five red LEDs (Wii, PS3, TV, cable TV receiver and a sub-woofer), one green LED (good signal on the cable TV box) and if the lights are out the slight glimmer of the aforementioned blue LED. And if the cable TV box is recording its full quota of programmes there are another three red LEDs. A few more and we'll be giving W.O.P.R. a run for its money. 
 
Moving into the dining room the hifi displays a clock with a blue backlight when off and the adjoining kitchen has a microwave with a clock - no backlight this time. The dishwasher turns its myriad of LEDs off when it is turned off, as does the washing machine in the utility room. The clock on the microwave is useful but I can't understand the logic of putting a clock on a hifi or yet another dreaded blue light, thankfully it isn't in the front room next to the television (that hifi has no LEDs even when it’s on).

Interestingly the dishwasher has a timer on its display which shows you have many of the 2 hours 15 minutes are left before the wash is complete, a pretty pointless feature because if you need something out of it before the wash is complete you just open the door and take it out. The washing machine on the other hand, which is made by the same manufacturer, doesn't have a timer despite sharing most of the other controls with the dishwasher. That timer would be really useful because we often find ourselves waiting an indeterminate amount of time for the wash cycle to complete so that we can hang the washing on the line before we go out.

We have another hifi, television, freeview box and an old fashioned video recorder in the bedroom and more LEDs. The hifi has a power button with a blue backlight when it is off, but thankfully it’s on the top of the device and can't be seen. The CD player has a red LED and the freeview has a blue LED when it’s off and no LEDs when it is on - probably demonstrating that somebody has thought about usability even if they haven't considered that users might put it in a bedroom that they want to be dark. The old video recorder has no LEDs but it does have a nice pale green clock which means it is still powered up years after we last used a video tape. It tells us what time we visit the loo in the middle of the night – an essential requirement that I cannot explain or justify.

I was going to say that the CD player doubles as a DVD player but it's probably the other way around because there is no track display on the device, instead the track details and timer appear on the TV screen, fine if you're watching a DVD but not much good when playing a CD, who'd want to have the TV on to listen a CD?

So what  have I learnt from this quick study of the LEDs in our house? Not a lot really except that there are a lot of them on the newer devices and very few, if any, on the old devices. There are more blue ones than I expected and some are off when on while others are on when off, and yet more are on all the time. I've also discovered that clocks and timers are deployed liberally but not logically.

Time for bed now where I'll have to remember to turn my head to the left to avoid that damned blue LED on the freeview box.

 

Running, Poo and Strava


“I used to timetrial with Epsom Cycling Club.” I tell everybody that when the subject of cycling comes up. It sounds like I gave up last month or maybe last year but in actual fact it’s been over 7 years now. I know because I wasn’t a veteran when I cycled and I’m 46 now. I’ve cycled intermittently in the meantime but nothing serious.
 
The reason I gave it up was twofold, firstly I had just progressed to road racing and somebody knocked me off in my first event twisting my knee, and secondly it was a relief. By definition timetrialling is all about beating your last time, which for somebody as competitive as me heaps on the pressure. I used to get so stressed before an event that it would give me diarrhoea.  For the first mile or so of each timetrial I would feel like shit (sorry couldn’t resist that pun) and be full of negative thoughts about why I was putting myself through this, and then I’d settle down, get into a rhythm and rather enjoy myself, fuelling a repeat performance the following week.

I felt extremely guilty about giving it up but I had a dodgy knee to blame it on. The knee must have gotten better because now I can’t even tell you which one it was. So why am I writing this now you might ask, well, last November I noticed that I had put weight on. I didn’t wake up one morning and think ‘where did that come from’ it was a gradual thing that I was aware of but ignoring. It was time to get the bike back out, maybe I could join winter training and consider timetrailling again next spring. Not a bad plan if I could have managed to cycle 50 miles on a Sunday morning with the guys who hadn’t had 7 plus years off. I needed to start cycling during the week to get fit enough to start training if that makes sense.

But it was November. Dark and damp before and after work, not the ideal conditions for getting back on the bike, so I went jogging instead. I haven’t run since I was at school when I used to challenge for the lead at cross country despite being terrible at sports. I picked a route round the block which was just over 3 miles and ran it 2 or 3 times a week. It took me nearly an hour each time but that didn’t matter, this wasn’t a challenge, it was just a means of getting fit and losing some weight.

I really enjoyed it and didn’t experience any stress or doubts as to what I was doing and more importantly I didn’t suffer from diarrhoea before every run. However, after the first mile or so I do often have a terrible sense of needing to go for a poo. Fortunately the sensation passes eventually and I don’t have to do a Paula Radcliff.

After a while it was getting easier to run around the block and to add a bit of nostalgia for the cross country running at school I lengthened my route to include a bridlepath up on to Epsom downs. I could have done without the gradient but it was the only off-road path near home that didn’t involve getting the car out. I was surprised at how enjoyable I found it and the soft earth underfoot has the added bonus of being kinder on my knees.

All was going hunky-dory until I started to wonder how fast I was going and installed Strava on my phone in April. If you haven’t used Strava, it records your progress using GPS as you run or cycle and uploads it onto the Internet when you’ve finished. It then looks for timed segments that you have run and adds you to a leaderboard for that segment. It also has a leaderboard for the most miles run or cycled in a calendar month.

There was one segment on my route, a ½ mile section on the bridlepath up on to the downs. A 4% climb rising 99ft which rather appropriately for the title of my article is called ‘Rifle Butts’. It said it took me 5 minutes 44 seconds and I was 18th out of 19 people who had run it in the past.

From that day onwards I haven’t been running without my phone and have even been out to buy new running gear with zip pockets to accommodate it – I don’t like the idea of sticking it on my upper arm as I run alone in the dark, it feels like having a sticker on my back that says “Hello mugger, I have an expensive phone with me if you’d like it.”

My time for the Rifle Butts has steadily reduced over the past few months without me even trying and then on Friday I went for a run and was surprised to see that I had gone faster again without noticeably putting in any extra effort. So on Sunday I decided to have a go at doing a really fast time, if for no other reason than to get it out of my system so that I could go back to leisurely running. It felt good and I was sure I’d bettered my time by a long way.

When I got home and uploaded my run to Strava I was shocked to see that I was only 1 second faster up Rifle Butts than I had been on Friday. How was that possible? I was sure it was better. Now what? Do I get all stressed out on my next run or just forget about it and concentrate on enjoying myself?