Hockey Pool, Week 21, wherein I fail to win

Just a quick update on Cath’s annual hockey pool, dominated in recent years by, er, not me.

In week 21, Cath and I managed to make identical choices for all but three players – and her three different ones outperformed mine miserably. As a result, I’m still mired in third place, while modscientist and Cath duel for the top, swapping places again. Last year’s champion Lavaland is still lurking in fourth place, but lost a little ground.

Week21

At the blunt end of the field, Bob is still bringing up the rear, in an efficiency duel with Beth. After some recent strong weeks, Mr. E Man had a disastrous showing and is now tied for seventh with Chall. By contrast, ScientistMother stormed ahead, taking over sixth place and getting within reach of Gerty, still hanging on to the top of “Group B”.

The week now underway required a lot of juggling, as many teams are playing a lot of games. I opted for a balanced approach that after one day seems to be working, but will doubtless still leave me in third place come the end of week 22. We’ll see.

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Family Day – sans family

And so, another holiday weekend has come and gone. While our cousins to the south have been enjoying Presidents’ Day (a.k.a. “Washington’s Birthday”, and no, I’m not getting into that debate, thank you very much), we here in the Province of Ontario have been blessed with Family Day. A holiday where many, but not all, people in Ontario get to kick back and relax. A holiday that some might accuse our current Provincial Government of inventing almost as soon as they were voted into power, but which in reality already existed in other parts of the country.

Despite some initial push-back from people who didn’t want it (because it pre-supposes a certain definition of “family”, because it can actually be a disadvantage to the self-employed, or because they work for federal agencies that don’t observe it), it’s turned out to be a popular addition to the calendar in a month that’s traditionally snowy, cold, and distinctly lacking in holidays.

We here at Chateau Wintle celebrated by hanging around the house and doing not much of anything, which quite frankly works nicely for me. There were some thoughts of a trip to the zoo, and a bit of minor flapping about when we realized that all the grocery stores were closed and supper might require some random freezer-diving, but otherwise, all was quiet.

Mindful of a recent visit to the family doctor, in which it was reinforced that none of us get enough exercise, I proposed a nice walk through the woods around the neighbouring ponds, connected by a network of waterways in the headlands of the West Don River. Which plan, I am sad to report, was met with rather a wave of apathy. But it was sunny, not too cold, and for once in this uncharacteristically mild winter, attractively snowy outside. So off I went on my own, tooled up with cameras, thinking thoughts of roosting owls, cheerful Chickadees, and murders of crows croaking opinions from lofty perches.

The walk was lovely, although by its end at 4:30 or so the mid-winter light was already beginning to go, at least in the shadier parts of the woods. But the birds… well, to say that they were uncooperative would be, er, perfectly accurate. The overwintering Goldfinches were skittish, the Chickadees, usually tame and friendly, completely absent, and even the Northern Juncos, common backyard visitors, were nervous. A crow called to somebody or other, then flew off. An intriguing red blob turned out to be Sumach flowers, rather than a Cardinal. All of the hawk-shaped lumps in the trees were bird nests, and the owl-shaped ones, squirrel dreys.

Sumac, Maple, Ontario - February 2012
Not Cardinals.

However, the waterways and their foliage didn’t disappoint, and the lowering sun handed me some pretty light to play with.

Haloes, Maple, Ontario, February 2012
Teasel, an attractive, but invasive, species.

And I certainly came across plenty of other people taking advantage of the day, although I didn’t spot anyone else creeping through the slush and underbrush to photograph backlit burrs. But I did see this pair. I’ll leave it to you to decide whether what they’re up to makes good sense, or not.

Danger - Thin Ice / West Don Headlands, Maple, Ontario

And that was Family Day 2012 – not noteworthy, but restful.

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Flying (non) Visit

Just over a week ago, I had the opportunity to once again visit lovely Vancouver, Canada, a city I’ve frequently spent a day or so in for various grant-related review panels, strategy meetings, and the like. Always fly-in, fly-out, unfortunately – the last occasion on which I spent any time there was… actually I don’t remember the year, but it was in the mid-1990’s sometime.

I had grand plans in mind to meet up with Cath, since my last visit (yet another grant panel review) was another arrive/edit presentation/sleep/get up for early morning strategy meeting/attend panel/leave immediately jaunt, that didn’t allow even an extra millisecond for socializing.

Did these plans pan out? No, they did not.

One peculiarity of living in a country this big is that the time zones can really, really mess up your plans. On the way west, I elected to work a full day, and fly out at about 8:30 in the evening. The four and a half hour flight, coupled with a three hour time difference in the other direction (so to speak), means that the whole trip put only an hour and a half on the clock. 10:00 PM is still a reasonable time to arrive, although I was flagging pretty badly by the time I’d checked in to the hotel, my internal clock believing it to be nearly two in the morning.

East-to-west advantage:  full day of work can be put in before leaving. Disadvantage:  leaves no time for socializing with Vancouverites. I was staying at the airport hotel, which is wonderfully convenient to the airport, but not to anything much else.

The trip back, by contrast, takes nearly eight hours of “clock time”. Since airplanes don’t land in Toronto in the wee hours of the morning due to municipal noise regulations, this means either leaving Vancouver by about 4:30 PM, so as to land before midnight, or considerably later so as to arrive after about 6:00 AM. Which translates to option (a), spending most of the evening at the airport and arriving in Toronto dead-tired, early in the morning, option (b) staying another night in the fabulously swishy airport Fairmont, at taxpayers’ expense, leaving early in the morning and essentially losing all of the following day to travel, or (c) leaving right after the meeting, catching the last plane out and missing any opportunity to meet up with Vancouver colleagues – again. Not wanting to either wipe out my Saturday, or hang around the airport for hours, I opted for (c).

So the mini-Occam’s Typewriter meet-up that could have occurred was kind of a non-starter, and I hope Cath didn’t take offense at my lack of determination to come and say hello. Doubtless I will be back at YVR some time in the not-too-distant future, and maybe we can make it work on one of those occasions. Until then, we’ll have to remain twenty-first-century Twitter/blog/email acquaintances – as I am with the rest of OT’s bloggers.


If you’re wondering about the lack of pictures – the airport wasn’t exactly photogenic. And my photos of it were crap.

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A New Angle of View, Part II

Yes, I’m at it again.

Hot on the heels of my acquisition, via the twenty-first-century e-commerce miracle that is Ebay, of a medium format film camera from 1937, I’ve spent another ten dollars (plus rather more for shipping) on another film camera.

Stop running away, that’s going to be it for a while. Promise.

To keep the old Voigtländer company, I’ve been after a nice 35 mm camera – preferably a rangefinder design, but in the end I was happy to settle for one with a simple viewfinder, like those in digital pocket cameras you can buy today. I’m rather fond of German cameras from the middle part of the twentieth century – all chunky dials, solid metal construction, and attractive leatherette casing, even on the consumer point-and-shoots of the time. Some of the brands are evocative of the great photographers of the era:  Contax, Leica, Rollei, Zeiss. A couple are familiar to users of modern microscopes. And the lens names sound like a Pantheon of photographic gods:  Apotar, Solagon, Anastigmat, Biogon, Tessar.

What I ended up with, after bidding against absolutely nobody else (the way I like my Ebay auctions), was a 1958 Agfa Silette LK. Agfa’s still around today, although they no longer make cameras, instead focusing on high-end imaging products. The Silette was an extensive range of cameras, comprising a bewildering array of variants. It’s said that Agfa sold millions, including some branded for North American sale as the “Ansco Memar”. Who thinks up these names, anyway?

1958 Agfa Silette LK
Agfa Silette LK, with 45 mm f/2.8 Color-Apotar lens, and Prontor Pronto-LK shutter.

The LK had three separate body styles, of which this is the first, and yet another two as the later “LK Sensor”. The fancier Super Silettes were rangefinders, and there was even one version, the Ambi Silette, with interchangeable lenses. The LK is near the bottom of the range, with a decent but unspectacular 45 mm f/2.8 lens. If you followed my rambling discussion at the Voigtländer post, this is also a roughly “normal” lens, providing something like the angle of view that the human eye naturally sees. It’s no good for telephoto or close-up macro photography, but more or less ideal for snapshots, street photography, and landscapes.

Like the Voigtländer, this camera has the distinct advantage of not needing batteries to operate. Unlike it, the Silette uses 35 mm film, which you can still buy everywhere and have developed at your local grocery store. Also unlike the Voigtländer, it has a light meter built in, a selenium design that relies on the good old photoelectric effect. Light hitting the selenium in the meter causes electrons to peel off, providing electrical energy that moves a needle. You line this up with a “target” in a small window in the top surface of the camera, and voilà, you’ve got the photo properly exposed. Give or take a bit of variability due to the intervening fifty-plus years since the thing was manufactured, of course.

That’s some old magic at work – the photoelectric effect was first described by Heinrich Hertz (yes, that Hertz) in 1887, and made more famous by a certain Albert Einstein, who won the Nobel Prize in 1921 for his work describing it. This is probably one of its more trivial applications, but a useful one.

Knox College, Toronto - Agfa Silette LK
Lobby and chapel staircase, Knox College.

And it still seems to work alright. Stuffed with some cheap Fuji colour film from the local store, I took a quick lunchtime whirl around the University of Toronto’s downtown St. George campus. Although I’ve spent most of the last 25 years or so on or near it, and it’s packed with attractive old buildings, I’ve rarely spent time photographing here. A quick circuit around the central part of the campus, through the lobby of Knox College, the concrete monolith of the Medical Sciences Building, and the convoluted old stone piles of University College, Trinity College, and Hart House, turned up some pretty locations. As expected, my guesstimated metering was a bit dodgy at times, and the cloudy day conspired to make everything look a bit dull. Difficult interior light meant that some of the photos needed a very slow shutter speed, and since this camera pre-dates anti-shake technology by five decades or so, I had to toss a few of those out. But overall, the results were promising, and the Silette is now loaded with some Ilford HP5 Plus black and white film, in anticipation of a shooting expedition with an Ottawa-based photographer friend. I also need to give this camera a try on some portraits, since that little lens might give some nice results. Fun, as they say, and games.

Trinity College Toronto quadrangle - Agfa Silette LK
Quadrangle, Trinity College, University of Toronto.

Debates Room, Hart House, University of Toronto - Agfa Silette LK
Throne, Debates Room, Hart House.


More photos, if you can bear it, are in this Flickr set.

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Planetary

It’s amazing what you can learn sometimes.

Junior #2, now in grade four, is mired in the dreaded “gears and pulleys” science unit. Dreaded, I say, because I’m still scarred from Junior #1’s project, now two years past. In that one, we (and by “we”, I mean “mostly I”) built a Kid-Powered Wooden Lifting Machine, designed to lift toys from the ground floor to the second floor, up the stairwell. To his credit, he designed it, and created a rather spiffy descriptive advertisement. That’s “media literacy”, in twenty-first-century elementary school ed-speak. Or so I’m told by the teacher in the family.

That creation was built from first principles, using discs of medium density fibreboard liberally laced with nails as gear teeth, as well as pulleys fashioned from ribbon spools, pie plates, and the like. There are no photographs of that unholy mess, and it has since gone the way of all good school projects.

So, with some trepidation, we embarked on Jr. #2’s project. Which turned out to be a bit easier – pick an object that uses gears, and create a poster about it. And that’s where the adult remedial learning comes in.

She chose, for reasons best known to herself, the pencil sharpener. Not the manual kind (which is a simple machine, by the way – the knife blade is a wedge). No, I’m talking about the school classroom, crank-handle kind, a design surprisingly unaltered since the days that I was in grade four, and it turns out, long before that.

Some investigation revealed that the “pencil pointer” in its more-or-less modern form has been around since at least the late 1800’s. Various online sources suggest that it became rather popular in the 1910’s, displacing other designs. And it really hasn’t changed a whole lot since.

But here’s the learning bit – I had no idea, no idea whatsoever, that these things operate through the use of planetary gears. You crank the handle, which turns a shaft. That shaft is attached to a barrel carved with spiral blades, which is itself tipped with a small toothed gear – a planetary gear, in fact. That gear makes its way around the inside of a ring gear, and in so doing rotates the barrel. Tilted at a jaunty angle, the rotating blades chew the pencil to bits through a gap in the shaft, which is hollow. Fancier designs use two barrels and two planetary gears, but the principle is the same.

It's got a planetary gear. Amazing.

Perhaps I’m over-impressed with little things, but this seems like a tremendously elegant design. It has few moving parts, works with nice mechanical advantage provided by the crank handle (that’s a lever, folks – there’s another one of those simple machines), and requires absolutely no electrical power or fossil fuels to operate.

Planetary gears and nineteenth-century technology – who knew?

 

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A New Angle of View

Late in the year just past, I bought myself a present. And I used Ebay for the first time. Richard’s entered the twenty-first century, and yes, folks, that is the first horseman you see galloping over the horizon.

Well, not quite… because the present is a camera that was made in the first half of the last century. It’s a pretty little Voigtländer Brillant V6 (that’s not a typo – in England, these were sold as “Brilliant”). Voigtländer was, and still is, a well-respected name, located in Braunschweig at a time when Germany arguably ruled the photography industry. Although it looks like a twin-lens reflex, it’s more accurate to call it a box camera that happens to have a very elaborate viewfinder on top. The top lens doesn’t focus, just like the viewfinder windows in modern pocket cameras. The bottom one takes the photo, onto glorious, medium-format, 120 format film, which by some miracle of history you can still readily buy in better camera stores nearly everywhere.

Voigtländer Brillant V6
What a looker!

I know: why? Well, for starters… just look at the thing! It’s gorgeous, and as a bonus was very cheap. These were the point-n-shoots of the day. Contemporary professional cameras were much fancier, and are as a result more collectible and expensive. The second reason, as put by my good friend Markus, is that “film makes you think”. A good way of combating the digital-era temptation to take 500 photos to keep one, is to use a camera that takes significant fiddling to get to work, and even more to obtain the image once you’ve fired the shutter.

So what the heck did I buy, exactly? All things considered, there’s a remarkable lack of information on the internet about production dates for these. While it seems well documented that the V6 appeared in 1937, it’s not clear how long it lasted, although this page says 1938-1939 (note the inconsistent start date though). Various places speak of post-war versions, and it certainly co-existed alongside its later (and better) sibling, the Focusing Brillant, as shown in the 1939 advertisement on this page. This brilliant (ha!) page features several lovely examples, with various combinations of shutters and lenses. The one matching mine, with a Compur shutter and 7.5 cm Skopar lens, is the 1937. The better lenses of the later models, and a discussion of the logo size of the 1949 variant, also suggest that mine is pre-war.

That’s not particularly rigorous research, I’ll admit. A trip to the library to take a look at the breathtakingly expensive McKeown’s might be in order. Contacting Voigtländer isn’t likely to help much – the company as it was no longer exists. The name has changed hands many times, via Schering (!) as well as two of the biggest names in vintage cameras, Zeiss and Rollei. It’s now part of Cosina.

So I can’t date it reliably, even with the best Google-fu I possess. Let’s ask a more pressing question. It’s nearly seventy-five years old. Does it work?

Hell yes it does!

Murney Tower, Kingston - Voigtländer Brillant V6
Murney Tower, Kingston, Ontario. It was bloody cold, let me tell you.

I had to wait a week to get the film developed, but I almost fell over when I saw this. The exposure is good, the subject is in focus, and the lens is sharp! That’s three out of three. I wasn’t even expecting one.

I was also curious about what kind of field of view the camera sees. Many vintage fixed-lens cameras approximate the “normal” angle of view, similar to what the unaided eye sees. Although individual eyes differ, and there’s always the question of where, exactly, our perceptual and physical fields of view actually end, most people accept a 50 mm lens on the “full frame” of 35 mm film as about right. The question becomes even more confusing once you consider that field of view depends on the complicated interaction between the focal length of the lens, distance from the film (or digital sensor), shape of the target (sensor or film), and the thorny issue that the openings in camera lenses are generally round or close to it, and film frames and sensors, for the most part, aren’t. For non-square formats like 35 mm film, the vertical, diagonal, and horizontal angles of view all differ. The photos this camera takes are square. Whatever.

Farmhouse, Concession Road 8, Durham Region
Farmhouse, Concession Road 8, Durham Region.

Inspired by rpg’s recent trigonometrical excursions, I performed some experiments looking at a yardstick through the viewfinder, and comparing with the view from different focal lengths of a zoom lens on my DSLR. That resulted in a calculation of about 88 degrees on the horizontal, which is in the right ballpark, but more tellingly, it was when the zoom’s focal length was dialed to 35 mm. Correcting for the sensor size/geometry gibberish alluded to above, 35 mm on my Nikon DSLR is equivalent to the field seen by a 52 mm lens on full-frame 35 mm film… almost exactly that “normal” lens we met above.

Which was validated nicely when I finally got the film back, and compared it to the DSLR photo of the same subject, which by happy coincidence design was taken through my 35 mm lens. The horizontal field is almost exactly the same, from the fuzzy foliage on the horizon at left to a dip in the trees at the right edge. But look at the height that the square Brillant film gives! That’s a whole lot of sky. No wonder Ansel Adams wrote in The Camera that when shooting in medium format, he preferred to shoot squares, and visualize how he wanted to crop them later.

Farm house, near Leskard, Ontario, December 2011
The same farmhouse through a modern camera. I had to use Photoshop to make this one black and white.

Comparing the two farmhouse photos reveals that the modern Nikon is much sharper. No surprise there – it’s made of eight pieces of glass including one complicated aspherical one, magical Nikon coatings, and other 2010 technology. The Skopar in the Brillant is I believe made of four elements and is uncoated. It’s also darn near 75 years old and was dusty when I bought it. But I’m very happy with the results so far, and will use some lower ISO, less grainy film next time.

This hasn’t all worked perfectly, of course. Of the twelve exposures on that roll, I double-fired the shutter on one, mis-fired on another, and motion blurred a third. A couple were boring test shots. And the scans could be better. But I’m very excited that it actually worked, with no odd lens anomalies, jammed film, or spurious light leaks.

For my next trick – colour.


More photos in this Flickr set.

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At Speed – Mosport, July 2011

I warned you there’d be some car racing appearing here, and here’s the first of it. Don’t worry – I won’t be at any more races until the end of May, at the earliest.

It’s partway through winter, and although there’s plenty going on in warmer parts of the world, here in Southern Ontario we’re mired in the off-season doldrums. Over at the discussion forum for my favourite sportscar series, the American Le Mans Series, the usual speculation about entries, teams, drivers and potential scandals is running rampant. And although the last ALMS race I attended was way back in July, I never got around to posting my usual summary at the old blog. So here it is now.

It all started off with some promotional action in downtown Toronto’s Dundas Square. It was good fun watching the crack Corvette Racing team muscling tires on and off, even if legendary driver Ron Fellows deafened us all as he roared the car into position. Crowds of bemused lunchtime shoppers seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

Ron Fellows lights it up in downtown Toronto. Corvette Racing pit stop challenge, Toronto

The race itself was the following weekend, at the hallowed ground of Mosport International Raceway. It’s a classic road course in the old style, threading through perilous high-speed corners and serious elevation changes, in the rural countryside of Durham, east and a little north of Toronto. For the last fifty years it’s hosted some of the most famous names in stock car racing, Can-Am, Formula 1, IMSA sportscars, and other classic series. I missed all of that, but have been a regular for the last three years or so.

Mosport International Raceway - Canada's Home of Motorsports Moss Corner, Mosport - Trans-Am Racing

As usual, things got going with supporting events. The undercard included the Star Mazda series, part of a development ladder ultimately leading to IndyCar. One of the drivers had a slight “oops” at the ferociously high-speed turn two, conveniently right in front of me. There was also plenty of action from two Porsche-only cup series. I like to use the support races to dust off my technique, re-familiarize myself with favourite vantage points, and try out new angles – literally, in the case of those two Porsches.

Patrick McKenna, slightly off at turn 2. Porsche GT3 Cup Challenge Canada, Mosport 2011

A nice aspect of the ALMS is that the paddock, the area where crews work on the race cars, is open. Fans can get up close, and the atmosphere is casual. It’s generally easy to chat with the mechanics, and to occasionally spot drivers. This fabulous looking monster is a Lola chassis, re-styled by Aston Martin – the “coathanger” shaped front grill is vintage Aston, and if you look carefully you’ll see the classic winged logo on the nose. It’s very fast, has a screaming, high-revving V12 engine, and is equipped with two very silly doors.

Muscle Milk Aston Martin Racing, Mosport 2011

Even better, there’s an autograph session at lunchtime on race day. I once had one of my photos of former Indy 500 winner Gil de Ferran signed by the man himself, which was fun. Although some of these drivers are huge stars in Europe, here in North America, sportscar racing’s lower profile means that while the sessions are busy, it’s still easy enough to chat with them. Here, former Trans-Am series champion Klaus Graf is showing off a fan’s sketch to team-mate Lucas Luhr, an ace on loan from Audi. As a bonus, the photographer turned out to be Rick Dole, one of the best motorsports photographers in the world.

Klaus Graf & Lucas Luhr, Mosport 2011

Another aspect of these weekends I enjoy is hanging out with some very talented photographers. One, my good friend Markus, knows the track much better than I, and is adept at finding great locations. We shot the start through a favourite billboard gap behind the finish line, capturing the controlled mayhem of the pre-race:  drivers stretching, mechanics and engineers fussing, and various others just milling around. Shooting from behind gives an interesting alternate view of the start. With a long lens, perspective compression leads to a nice massing of the cars, and the rippled heat haze rising from the engines was an unexpected bonus. Even this early, competition is fierce. That yellow Corvette is almost off-track, defending against the Porsche behind it. Don’t bother looking for Luhr in the Lola Aston Martin – he’s gone, already out of shot around the first corner.

Starting grid, Mobil 1 Grand Prix of Mosport 2011 Mobil 1 Grand Prix of Mosport 2011

Another thing I love about Mosport is its setting – rolling, wooded hills, sandy hiking trails, big trees, big sky. This part of southern Ontario was heavily glaciated in the last ice age, leaving hundreds of lakes scored into the landscape, and the sandy moraines that underly Mosport’s hills. Hiking the track is a walk in the woods, and taking photos of the cars against the forest backdrop is easy. The Ferrari below is running down the slope through the frighteningly fast left hand bend of turn four, nothing but infield woods in the background. The course is so large and forested that I had to go out of my way to find a grandstand full of fans behind the Jaguar, far on the other side of the track.

Risi Competizione Ferrari 458GT, Mosport 2011 #98 Jaguar XKR, Mosport 2011

And so it went – hiking, shooting, stopping for a snack or a breather under the trees – the sun was hot, and some of those hills are steep! We wound up at our usual end-of-race location, the picturesque hairpin of Moss Corner, named for legendary driver Sir Stirling Moss. He suggested it be modified to its current, very tricky, double-apex configuration. It’s a great location for tight shots, but with plenty of room to back away and capture wide-angle groups of cars battling through the corner.

Jaime Melo, Ferrari 458GT, Mosport 2011 Moss Corner - heavy traffic!

And that’s where the weekend wound up. I’ve photographed post-race podium ceremonies at other events, but here at Mosport the allure of the woods is too strong, and I’m invariably off in the trees come the chequered flag. No matter – one last hike of the day back to the car leaves plenty of time for the first wave of fans to clear out, and all that’s left is a few goodbyes, and a rambling drive home along rural back roads.


The Lola Aston Martin won, by the way.

Lots of photographs in this Flickr set, if you’re interested. If you’d like to see more of Mosport, why not take this photographic trip around the track?

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What is Blog?

I can still remember the first time I found out what a “blog” was.

In the early part of this century, in a fit of pique at a former employer, I typed the word “twat” into Google, for want of anywhere better to type it. Much to my surprise, one of the top hits was a website about a single mother named Zoe, living in Belgium, and claiming (rather surprisingly for the staid days of the early 21st century), My Boyfriend Is A Twat. I was shocked, shocked I tell you.

Of course I clicked through, to what turned out to be an at-times hysterically funny blog. I was hooked – the writing captured my attention, even though the subjects (teenage children? an English boyfriend who once lived in Africa? Belgium?) were nothing like my life. It was in the comments to Zoe’s blog that I first started bumping into other bloggers, some of whom have since become firm friends, including one who more than anyone else encouraged me to take my witty repartee and put it into what ended up being my very own, first blog.

And so, in August of 2006, I launched my nascent Ricardiblog, featuring a bog-standard Blogger template with ugly green sidebars. It’s been around ever since, with incremental tweaks to the style, sidebar content, taglines and such.

That blog has never been great art, and the writing is nothing special. Most of the early entries are pretty much online diary stuff, athough it had flashes of creativity (I think), humour (to me, anyway), and the occasional piece of serious commentary. But it served to get me into the game, and even pushed me to learn some html. In one way or another it also springboarded me into other online sites such as Flickr, when I was looking for free places to host images. It’s still around today, although in recent years it’s largely morphed into a place to show off and provide backstory for my photos. The last template re-design was in March of 2010. There won’t be another.

But I’ve jumped ahead now. Back in the early years after my first postdoc, I wrote a few “serious” pieces of online content for a former fellow postdoc who had gone on to work for Science magazine’s dearly departed Next Wave website. Those three pieces, about private sector career choices for postdocs, published between June and August of 2001, were the first real non-peer-reviewed-journal pieces I’d published, and it felt like a landmark. I’d gotten the bug, although from the amount of writing I was producing at the time, you’d hardly have known it.

In April of 2002, I joined an online community, the Science Advisory Board. Along the way, I contributed some Perspectives, op-ed articles that gave me the opportunity to recycle the Next Wave pieces. In due course, they invited me on to their Steering Committee, a largely ceremonial one-year stint that had essentially nothing to do with setting direction or policy. But at the time, it seemed like an honour, and I was proud to accept. It came with the requirement that I contribute two more Perspectives, but no matter. I was enjoying the attention.

Somewhere along the way, I came across a fellow commenter going by the handle of “rgrant”, and formed one of those twenty-first-century, “never met the bloke but I bet we’d get along ok” kind of friendships. While I thought I was being tricky hiding behind a couple of online aliases, I found out this slippery character had at least six different handles, many of which are still in use today. He’d also been a Steering Committee member the previous year. We bantered back and forth for a few years, until he moved on pretty much for good, but not before I’d laid my hands on a copy of a book with one of his chapters in it. Heck, I’ve even spoken with him on the phone, which in these days of @Twittering and FacePages and Googlepluses and online this and that, seems like some kind of an accomplishment.

One of the other pieces of the SAB that the mysterious rgrant left behind was a community blog called Life Science Tools of the Trade. Completely stagnant after the departure of its most prolific authors, I took it over. Shortly thereafter, it was re-launched on the WordPress platform (confusing my Blogger-trained brain entirely), and a few additional authors were recruited. It was exciting, a breath of fresh air… and almost entirely devoid of readers, as far as I can tell. But it gave me a sensible forum to air some of my science-y writing, which would have baffled and confused regular Ricardiblog readers.

Fast forward to late 2010, and the birth of Occam’s Typewriter. I, like others around here, had joined Nature Network (Richard is more than partly responsible for that, too – I followed his Confessions of a (former) Lab Rat there from its birthplace in Australia). When the OT community upped sticks (up sticked? up-sticksed?) and created itself here, I was invited along for the ride to be one of the Occam’s Typewriter Irregulars, an honour I immediately abused by jumping the gun on the launch date. In short order, fellow Irregular Steve Caplan was granted (see what I did there?) his own OT blog, No Comment. Thank goodness – his prolific posting at the Irregulars was making the rest of us look bad.

So now, here we are, just past OT’s first anniversary, and it seemed a good time (bolstered by some recent comments) to collapse my online presence into one, nicely packaged blog. So here you go. The consolidated content that would otherwise have been dispersed between LSTOTT, Ricardiblog, and the Irregulars, will be here from now on. Yes, there will be posts about photography and race cars, and trivial things about day-to-day life. There will also be some science. Overall, I’m hoping for a more focused and regular approach to online writing, drawing inspiration from the rest of the OT regulars (and, when they’re around, the Irregulars too, new and old).

Happy New Year, Occam’s Typewriter. My gift to you is… me.

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