Reflections on life at “De Witte Wand”…

  • Fun With Computers

    I have a definite love/hate relationship with computers. My working life was centred around them, and inevitably at parties I was asked advice on PCs. But they usually put me in mind of the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

    There was a little girl,
    Who had a little curl,
    Right in the middle of her forehead.
    When she was good, She was very good indeed,
    But when she was bad she was horrid.

    When PCs go bad, they can be really horrid. I’ve just spent a fun day working on Martin’s PC. It all began last week, when I decided to upgrade our home systems to Windows Vista. I had run the Microsoft Vista Advisor on the three systems, and it had suggested that Martin’s PC should have more memory, and that the graphics capability would not be capable of the Aero interface, but would be suitable for the basic Vista interface. OK, I thought, that’s no problem, I’ll just add in more memory, the Aero interface is icing on the cake, but not essential.

    So more memory was installed, I took backups and installed Vista Home Premium. There was a slight panic when I found out that Vista was only able to drive the onboard graphics chip (Intel 845G) at the minimum resolution of 640 x 480 pixels. However, Intel’s Vista Graphics Support FAQ claimed that Vista would support the 845G shipset using XPDM (XP Display Model) drivers. Off I went to the Intel site and downloaded the latest version of these drivers. Well, I say latest version – some alarm bells rang when I read that the 845G chipset had reached the end of their support life. The key phrase being "nor will Intel provide any future software updates to support new operating systems or improve compatibility with third party devices and software products". Still, if Vista would support the XPDM drivers, then I should be OK, shouldn’t I?

    Well, at first, all seemed hunky-dory. The resolution went up to 1024 x 768, which is what the monitor wanted, and Vista Home Premium seemed to be behaving normally. I then spent several hours transferring across Martin’s data, installing applications and reconstructing his environment. Everything seemed fine until I decided, rather than logging off from one account and logging onto another, to simply switch users. Blam – a BSOD (Blue Screen Of Death). It was repeatable – every time I switched users I got a BSOD – but logging off and logging on was OK. So I decided to follow the apocryphal doctor’s advice (patient: "Doctor, it hurts when I do this". Doctor: "then don’t do that"), and not ever switch users. Martin was unlikely to do it, so I thought that he would be unlikely to trigger the BSOD.

    I was somewhat amused to find that after rebooting the system, Vista helpfully told me that the BSOD was caused by the Intel graphics adaptor, and advised me to go to the Intel web site to download the latest driver. Obviously, no-one at Microsoft had been reading the Intel web site: "nor will Intel provide any future software updates to support new operating systems". Ho-hum.

    Still, Vista seemed to be running, and Martin started to use the system. All went well for the first few days, but then he decided to use the attached Logitech webcam for a video call with a friend. The performance was awful – like trying to do it over a dial-up connection. And – horror of horrors, the dreaded BSOD started showing up. There seemed to be no way to stop it, or to improve the situation – and of course the other shoe dropped as I remembered the second part of Intel’s fateful words: "nor will Intel provide any future software updates to … improve compatibility with third party devices and software products".   

    Martin’s PC is a Dell Dimension 4500s; long out of production, of course. I bought it for him because it was nice and compact and whisper-quiet. The downside of its compactness is that it only has two PCI expansion slots available. It was at this point that I realised that the days of PCI graphics expansion cards are also long since passed – graphics cards today require AGP or PCIexpress slots – neither of which the Dell possesses. So there would be no possiblility of bypassing the problem by using a graphics expansion card. Really, the only way forward was to take three steps back, and reinstall Windows XP again.

    And that’s what I spent yesterday doing. Naturally, the Windows XP re-installation CD dated from years back, so multiple trips to Windows Update were called for to bootstrap XP into the latest version. Well over 100 critical updates – including SP2 – were involved. Finally, this morning I finished reconstructing Martin’s environment and got all his data back just as it was. Computers, eh, doncha just love them?

    3 responses to “Fun With Computers”

    1. Gelert Avatar
      Gelert

      Oh you rash fool! I’ve been warned not to touch vista with a barge-pole, and won’t be doing so until and unless all these problems are only a ghostly memory spoken of in myth. Much like my sex-life. Good luck with it.

    2. Geoff Avatar
      Geoff

      Oh, I’ve always lived on the edge as far as computers are concerned… Vista is actually very good – as long as you have hardware that’s new enough, and which has Vista drivers available.. If either of those two conditions aren’t met, then bargepoles should indeed be deployed.

    3. […] sits on the same subnet of my home network. That machine has now had Windows XP re-installed on it for other reasons, and now it is happily sending backups through to the […]

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  • Voices From Nigeria

    That’s the title of a new report from the IGLHRC (International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission). It documents some of the stories of LGBT Nigerians who are attempting to speak out against proposals for a new law prohibiting same-sex marriage in Nigeria. It makes for heart-rending reading. Meanwhile, the flames of hate are being assiduously fanned by the vile Peter Akinola and others of his ilk.

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  • The Prayer

    An extraordinary video – and I think that the song could grow on me as well.
     
     
     
    (hat tip to Obscene Desserts)

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  • The Smell of Old Books

    Here’s something quite bizarre – a perfume called "In The Library". It smells, well, like old books. While I love musty old bookshops, I don’t think I’d really like to smell like one…

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  • Who Do You Think You Are?

    My brother has been trying to piece together our family history for some time now. He started long before it became fashionable. Unfortunately, the trail back through time peters out fairly quickly – the curse of having common family names, I suppose. We would like to know more about our mother’s side of the family in particular, because we have Indian ancestry via our great-great grandmother.

    The story goes that our great-great-great grandfather was serving in the British Army in India in the 1820s-1830s. We’re not even sure of his name and rank – family folklore calls him Colonel Murray Holmes, but we’ve drawn a blank on that name in the army records so far. Apparently he married an Indian, but after the birth of a daughter in 1833(?) (our great-great-grandmother) she died. The child was brought back to England by a Major Penrice, who became her guardian. What happened to Colonel Holmes, we don’t know. Did he go mad with grief over the death of his wife? Did he get killed? Did he go AWOL? We are unlikely to find out. In any event, the child grew up and in due course married into a farming family – the Johnsons – in Cumbria. The only photograph we have of her was taken in about 1900, we think. Our mother remembered her visiting the family in about 1910 – as an imposing old lady who arrived in a pony and trap. Our mother would have been about six years old at the time. This is the photograph.

    g-g-Grandmother Johnson, 1900

    The photographs that we have of our great-aunts (Corra, Annie, Ethel and Emily) and our great-uncle George are even more striking, as they clearly show our Indian roots. These were taken in 1915.

    G-Aunts Cora, Annie, Ethel, Emily, G Uncle George Johnson circa 1915
    G Aunts Cora & Annie, G uncle George Johnson circa 1915

    Of course, by the time you get to our generation, mongrelisation has well and truly taken over, and I suppose that all that’s left is my Lamarckian fondness for curry… My Desi roots are all but lost.

    Update 16 December 2007: Well thanks to Shelly, we’ve now gleaned a little more of the family history. It turns out that we didn’t have the correct name for our great-great-great grandfather. He turns out to have been Lieutenant Colonel George Home Murray in the 16th Lancers. He died in Cawnpore, India on the 15th December 1833 after a few days illness. It was possibly cholera, since in August of that year there was a cholera epidemic in the Regiment. 364 men out of a total strength of 580 were admitted to hospital during the period of 22nd August to 24th September, and 60 men died of the disease. Colonel Murray was buried in the Cawnpore cemetary, where a monument was erected to his memory by the officers of the Regiment. I wonder whether it still stands?

    My brother has also been busy. He’s engaged a genealogist, who, amongst other things, has turned up the last will and testament of Colonel Murray. It turns out that while he acknowledges our great-great grandmother as an heir, she is named in the will as “the daughter of an Asian woman”. Whether she was his flesh and blood or not (and the probability seems high that she was), she took the name of Corra Home. Another piece of the jigsaw fell into place when we saw that the executor of Colonel Murray’s will was a Thomas Penrice. Could this be the “Major Penrice” who became Corra’s guardian? In any case, we now know that Corra was apparently born in 1827 (not 1833) in Calcutta, and she married John Johnson, a soldier in the 2nd Life Guards. He was born in about 1821 in Macclesfield. Further digging is afoot…

    Update 17 December 2007: Shelly turned up trumps again – she’s found a photo of the monument to Colonel Murray. The internet is amazing…

    19 responses to “Who Do You Think You Are?”

    1. Brian Avatar
      Brian

      Dashed handsome family, old boy.  Fancy a phal?

    2. Geoff Avatar
      Geoff

      Thanks, Coboró; my uncle looked very like great-uncle George, and my mother turned a few heads in the 1920s… Dunno about the phal, though – it’s a British invention that has about as much to do with Indian cuisine as curry powder has to do with curries…

    3. Shelly Avatar
      Shelly

      Geoff:
       
            I am related to you.  I have the same photograph of our Great-Great-Great Grandmother that I got from my grandmother; and I have quite a bit of information about the family.  I have a special fondness for the family and have been researching them for quite a few years.   I even met some of the other descendants in London.  I saw your brother’s Rootsweb post also.  I am very excited to speak to you.
       
      Shelly

    4. Geoff Avatar
      Geoff

      Shelly, that’s exciting news. I’m sure that my brother will want to get in touch with you. Cheers, Geoff

    5. JL Avatar

      Geoff, I had no idea you were almost a closet-genealogist. Great story; really enjoyed reading it.

    6. Geoff Coupe Avatar

      Thanks, JL. My brother and my cousin are far more active than I with the family tree. But what has been amazing is that as a result of this blog entry, we’ve had about half a dozen long lost branches of the tree get in touch – and they all have heard the story of how our g-g-grandmother was “an Indian Princess”…

      1. JL Avatar

        That’s what happens. It’s a social network all its own. And the great part (unless you’re a hermit) is that you can share a great-great grandmother with several hundred other living souls.

      2. Stephen Sapsford Avatar
        Stephen Sapsford

        Corra was my great grandmother.i o ly discovered it yesterday.i remember my mother mentioned it when I was young.she said there was a link to indian royalty .my brother and sister remember the same.

        1. Geoff Coupe Avatar

          Stephen, thanks for your comment. The story about “Indian Royalty” seems to be widespread in the family. I believe that at the time the general term applied to Indian ladies who became “involved” with white British men was “Princesses”. I’m afraid that Corra’s mother did not even get her name mentioned in Colonel Murray’s will…

          1. Stephen sapsford Avatar
            Stephen sapsford

            Corra emily was the daughter of isaac birch and emily stockbridge.he later remarried ellen (lloyd) potchett and had 1 daughter
            (My grandmother) Dora kathleen (johnson)
            Wakefield

          2. Stephen sapsford Avatar
            Stephen sapsford

            I’m sure if all my comments are posting. Im doing this from my phone.i might be reposting repeats.my man (corra’s granddaughter used to tell me of corra being in possibly a park in London and victoria and albert passing probably in a carriage and victoria and albert seeing corra bowed their heads in acknowledgement to corra.not saying it happened but that’s what she told me and my siblings

    7. […] mentioned my family tree on the blog before. That post got responses from distant relatives whom I never knew I had. So here’s another post, prompted by […]

    8. Jenny Avatar
      Jenny

      My grandmother was Elsie Johnson Heilig. My great grandmother was Georgina Johnson. Her mother
      was Corra Johnson. My mothers’ name was Georgina
      Heilig. Please, please tell me who Corra’s mother was.
      Thank you. I would greatly appreciate it.

      1. Geoff Coupe Avatar

        Hallo Jenny. If we are talking about the same Corra Johnson (b1826-d1909), then we don’t know her mother’s name, only that she was Indian. We suspect that her father (George Home Murray) had an illicit relationship with an Indian woman when he was posted in India. We’ve not found any trace of a marriage certificate, and Corra was only named in his will as his heir.

        However, if I look at our family tree, then the only Georgina Johnson I can see was Corra’s great granddaughter, not her daughter. In our tree, Corra had 3 sons and 2 daughters. One of the sons was Edward Thomas Johnson (b1856-d1938) with 3 sons and 4 daughters. One of his sons was George James Johnson (b1887-d1946) – my great-uncle George, shown in the photos above. And Georgina Johnson (b1930-d2004) was one of his daughters.

        Following the original Corra, the name Corra has been bestowed on six further descendants in the female line that I can see. And perhaps it is one of these that is your great-great grandmother. There’s one that could fit – Corra Emily Johnson, born in 1879 (we think). She was the daughter of Isaac Birch Johnson (b1854-d1931) and Emily Johnson (née Stockbridge. b1860-d1900). We have no further information on this Corra Johnson, but perhaps she is the person you refer to as your great-great grandmother. Strange though that, if she is the right Corra, that she would hold onto her maiden name and pass it on to her daughter.

    9. […] my Indian ancestry, I thought it rather charming and […]

    10. Sharon Wright Avatar
      Sharon Wright

      Cora home is also my three times grandmother and her daughter Annie married Gilbert Jones my great grandfather. I have quite a lot of information about the family, and a lot of it is quite interesting.

      1. Geoff Coupe Avatar

        Thanks, Sharon. I’ll let my cousin know, she’s passionate about family history – she may well get in touch with you… Regards, Geoff Coupe

    11. Stephen Sapsford Avatar
      Stephen Sapsford

      My grandmother was dora kathleen johnson daughter of isaac birch johnson and ellan johnson.isaacs parents were john johnson and corra home

    12. […] I await the time when I’m deported back to India, because that was where my great-great-grandmother came from. […]

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  • A Science Project

    This, I feel sure, is a science project that I will not be attempting. The thought of the hacksaw at the end is enough to put me off.
     
    (hat tip to Pharyngula)

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  • Windows Home Server

    I mentioned the forthcoming Windows Home Server product last month. It’s currently in beta test, and Microsoft have recently widened the scope of testing. There have been over 25,000 people asking to participate in the test. Last Saturday, yours truly received an email from the Windows Home Server team to say that my request to be included in the test had been accepted. So I’m currently kicking the tyres.
    It has promise, but it’s still clearly at an early beta stage. And I’d still like to see what I pointed out last month – there’s no facility to be able to take backups for offsite storage. It’s all very well having a central server in the home, but if your home goes up in flames, you’ve still lost all your data…
    I see that the marketing wing of Microsoft are already busy with their Stop Digital Amnesia campaign. Fairly toecurling stuff – and a very poor ripoff of the far superior campaign that John Cleese did for Livevault.

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  • Still Missing

    I see that Jim Gray is still missing. I’m afraid I fear the worst, although it seems that his family has not yet given up hope.

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  • Clearing Up

    After the storm on the 18th January, we had a number of trees that were blown down, and some more that were left in a perilous state. Last week, the lumberjacks came to deal with them…
     
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    While the bigger pieces were stored away to be used in the wood stove, most of the branches were fed into a woodchip machine, and the resulting mountain will be used to make paths in the garden…
     
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  • Carnaval 2007

    Carnaval is Dutch for Carnival. In the Catholic areas of The Netherlands, Carnaval is celebrated with great gusto. See the Wikipedia article for more background. Yesterday we went with friends to the little town of ‘s-Heerenberg to see the carnival parade. This is organised by citizens who belong to an organisation that glories in the name of d’ Olde Waskupen (the Old Washtubs). The whole town – and indeed the whole region – throws themselves into celebrating Carnaval. If they are not in the parade, then they are watching it – and usually in fancy dress themselves.
     
    After the parade was over, we retired to a cafe for a beer. The place was already packed when we got there, but shortly after we arrived, the last of the parade passed by and the doors opened and a further deluge of people poured in from the street. I could not help fail to notice that out of this great mass of humanity, I was the only one not in fancy dress. I made my excuses and left, pursued by the quizzical glances of those left behind. I finished my beer out on the street, being eyed at by a man dressed entirely in black, with a black top hat and a stuffed raven perched on his shoulder. I couldn’t help but feel that I was breaking some sort of rule by being dressed in my everyday clothes. OK, next year, I’ll go with the flow…
     
    Here’s some of the pictures from the parade, more are up on Flickr.
     
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    These clowns were scary – I can see why some people have coulrophobia
     
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    Even the onlookers were in fancy dress… 
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  • Pilobolus

    I’ve mentioned Pilobolus and Momix before. Their dance performances always take me to another place of wonderment. Their movements flit between human and alien in the whick of an eyelid. If you’ve never had the opportunity to experience one of their performances, I see that TED Blogs has an example of a dance performed by a duo from the Pilobolus company. Go and see them.
     

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  • The Joy of Call Centres

    I mentioned my brush with call-centres a couple of days ago. Little did I realise it, but in comparison with some people, I escaped almost intact from that experience. My friend Andy Hayler has emailed me with a link to his own entanglement with call-centres. The Horror! The Horror!

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  • Security Hits Bottom

    Improbable Research draws our attention to a travel risk likely to be encountered by those wishing to enter the US and who happen to have a particular medical condition. Don’t, unless you have a strong constitution, click on the perianal sepsis link…

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  • Eddies in the Entropy Stream

    There’s an article in the New Humanist this month on Frances Crick, written by Matt Ridley. At the heart of it is one of those sentences that, to me, are like the spoken equivalent of an earworm. In answer to the great question: what is life?, Ridley writes:
    Life is the use of linear digital codes to construct machinery that can cause eddies in the entropy stream.  
    Wow.

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  • In a Volcano???

    In the light of recent events, Chris Clarke and his partner Becky are in need of some diversion. So he rents a film – a deliberately schlocky film. But he wasn’t prepared for just how bad the science would be

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  • Happy Birthday, Charles!

    I realise that I’m a little late in adding my best wishes – so many other bloggers have got there before me – but Charles Darwin has his 198th birthday today. Only two more years to go, and then we’ll really put out the flags…

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  • Technology – Part II

    Since Saturday evening, I’ve been without ADSL service, and suffering withdrawal symptoms. As I suspected yesterday, the fault was not, as the nice man on the KPN helpdesk tried to persuade me, caused by a faulty splitter in the meter cupboard.
     
    That’s because today I watched a KPN engineer drive past in his van on his way to my neighbour’s farm. She had a problem with her phone line, and also her ADSL service was gone. Because her phone service was completely dead, an engineer was despatched. A short time later, he drove back, returning to base. Now, it may have been purely a coincidence, but guess what? My ADSL service was back and steady as a rock.
     
    So tomorrow, the postman will deliver a new, and surplus to requirements, splitter. Perhaps I can use it as a paperweight.

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  • Technology…

    …when it works, it’s wonderful; when it doesn’t, it – well – it sucks… to quote our American cousins. 
     
    My ADSL line has gone on the blink, so communication with the outside world, for the moment, will be of the message in a bottle variety. I’ve had to resurrect a dial-up modem (which has the speed of a Galapogos tortoise), but at least I can squirt a few bits out into the ether.
     
    Hear Ye, hear ye… I shall be withdrawing from the frenetic pace of today’s internet for now. Hopefully, my service provider (KPN) will repair the problem in the course of the next few days. Although, I have to say, I am not convinced. The problem is that my ADSL line is going up and down like a yo-yo. According to the pleasant gentleman on the helpdesk, this will be solved by a new splitter. In which case, why is it that without the splitter involved in the connection at all, I can still see the ADSL line going up and down like a yo-yo? Ho-hum, let’s follow the script… This means that I shall install the new splitter that they will send me on Tuesday, and then report it has made fuck-all difference. Then, once again, on the merry-go-round we climb to see what the next solution will be that is spat out by the script.
     
    The fact that my neighbour has also got a problem with her ADSL connection is totally irrelevant. It is not in the script. It does not compute.
     
    Sigh.

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  • Friends and Enemies

    I’ve mentioned the ding-dong between Pascal Bruckner, Timothy Garton-Ash and Ian Buruma before. Other voices are joining in, but can I just refer you (at the risk of seeming a trifle immodest) to the excellent commentary on the whole affair by J. Carter-Wood over at Obscene Desserts

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  • Taking Me Back…

    In a former life, I was a software architect. Reading Roger Sessions’ excellent paper on A Better Path To Enterprise Architectures brings it all back. Do I miss it? Nah…
     
    (hat tip to Coding Horror)

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