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Month: February 2008

Letting your precious snowflake to whatever they want leads to this…

Posted on February 29, 2008 By admin 6 Comments on Letting your precious snowflake to whatever they want leads to this…

Your 16-year-old daughter falls for a divorcee of 36 and wants him to move in. Would you let him? Meet the parents who did

When Alison Garcia, 16, announced that she was leaving home to be with her 36-year-old lover, her parents could have been forgiven for hitting the roof. Instead, Sheila and Paul Garcia did something most other parents would find unthinkable. Last month, they invited divorced double-glazing fitter and father-of-one Craig Wright into their home, where he now shares a bedroom with their daughter.

According to 51-year-old Sheila, of Northfleet, Kent, who runs a yachting business with her 56-year-old husband, they had no choice in the matter. “What I didn't want was to back her into a corner by laying down the law and forcing her to choose between me and him,” she says. “She's always been a headstrong girl, and the more I say 'no', the more she'll say 'yes'.”

Of course, most parents would find it hard to stomach the idea that their 16-year-old daughter was having a sexual relationship with a 36-year-old man under their roof. And Sheila is no different. “I hate the thought of her sleeping with any man, because I think she is too young to understand the implications of a sexual relationship,” she says.

“But I know she is 16 and I can't stop her. If I don't take the softer approach I fear she will take off with Craig and cut ties with us. If I forbid it or attempt to ban her from seeing him, I risk losing my precious child”.

“Paul has managed to accept the situation far better than I have, because he believes we should let her make her own mistakes.”

Unsurprisingly, Alison is adamant that she knows best. Having got her own way with her parents, she is already dreaming of marriage and babies with her boyfriend of four months, despite being a drama student and also harbouring ambitions to travel the world as an actress.

Alison claims to be “very mature for my age” – something she says her lover told her not long after they met last October. “I'm not stupid,” she says stubbornly. “I know to the outside world such a huge age difference must seem weird and unnatural.

“My mum keeps saying it's a ridiculous phase and I'll grow out of it, but I won't.”

“My dad is much more laid-back. He takes the view that it's my life and I have to do what I want.”

“After all, I'm 16 and can make up my own mind. He recognises that I'm not a child any more, but my mum doesn't.”

Sheila, for her part, blames the situation on “society” and “the premature ageing and sexualisation of young people”. Rather more enlightening is her admission: “We took the liberal approach to bringing up our child.

“We treated her like a mini-adult all along, never taking the attitude that because she was a child we should treat her as less of an equal.”

But if anything, the experience of the Garcia family is a depressing reminder of the perils of modern parenting, where boundaries and guidelines are so often thrown out of the window and where allowing a child to do whatever they want is somehow seen as the action of a loving, trusting parent.

Alison met her middle-aged lover in a pub – despite being two years below the legal age for drinking alcohol. Her mother appears unaware that Craig was not her first, but her fourth lover.

“We don't talk about sex as such,” says Sheila.

“I know she's had sex education at school – but to my knowledge she wasn't sexually active before she met Craig. “I don't know what she gets up to in that respect now. I don't ask because I don't want to know the details.”

And the details of Alison's relationship with the man 20 years her senior certainly make uncomfortable reading. She met him at a Halloween party and “fell head over heels for him”. Her clichrecollections are typical of any romantic teen: “I thought he was gorgeous – tall, dark and handsome. We started chatting and there was an instant chemistry between us. He made me feel like I was the only person in the room.”

Alison admits she knew he was much older than her.

“The stubble on his chin made him look very different to the baby-faced school boys I'm used to – but I assumed he was about 25,” she says. He was funny and charming – a far cry from the boys my age I'd been used to dating. Your average 16 or 17-year-old boy is awkward, immature and only interested in impressing his mates, whereas Craig wasn't showing off or being silly.”

“It was such a nice change. I thought: 'If this is what older men are like then I want to date one'.”

The evening ended with what Alison describes as a “really special” kiss.

She gave him her mobile number and left at 1am – a rather late hour, it could be argued, for one so young. The following night, they met up in another local pub – again it seems that the youngster was entirely unsupervised by her parents. Wright bought her drinks, apparently unaware that he was breaking the law by doing so.

“I've been going to pubs for about a year now, even though my parents don't know about it,” claims Alison.

“I didn't want to tell Craig how young I was at first and blow my chances, so when he bought the drinks I didn't say anything.”

In fact, thanks to her heavily applied make-up and dressy clothes, Alison had fooled him.

“Craig didn't even think to question if I was under-age. I was worried that he might not want to go out with a girl who had just left school. I tried really hard to be mature.”

On their second date – again in the pub – Alison became “tipsy” and blurted out the truth.

She recalls: “Craig looked very shocked. He said: 'You're kidding. I thought you were at least 18.'”

“Then he told me he was 36 and I just fell off my chair.”

If Wright was shocked, he was not worried enough to call a halt to the relationship.

“Neither of us cared about the 20-year age gap,” gushes Alison.

“He just leaned in to give me another kiss. That night we sat down and told each other everything about our lives. He told me he was divorced and had a two-year-old daughter, but that didn't put me off at all. I thought it was so sweet that he was being so honest with me.”

Of course, having discovered she was only 16, most men would have walked away. Instead, the relationship became sexual a few days later.

Alison's description is heartbreakingly naive.

“He's the fourth guy I've been with, but the others were all inexperienced teenagers – boys I'd been going out with for a few months. It was very different with Craig. He knew exactly what he was doing. He told me how beautiful I was and made me feel really special and cared for.”

A few weeks later, Alison introduced Wright to her parents, and told them they wanted to rent a place together. In January, she asked them if her lover could move into the family home while they save up. Not surprisingly, Sheila was initially horrified at the prospect.

“My mum told me in no uncertain terms there was no way, because she's dead against us being together. But my dad managed to convince her that it was better for us to live there with them than move out into a flat that was not decent. I think they both want the best for me, so eventually Mum agreed.”

Sheila says: “When Alison first told us, I was shocked and obviously concerned, but I thought it was just a fling and had no future. But as time has gone on, I realise it's not going to fizzle out so quickly.”

She describes Wright as a “perfectly decent guy”, but adds: “What I can't understand is what a man of Craig's age sees in a girl who is so young. She can't possibly fulfil his emotional needs.He has had so much more life experience than Alison. She is just a child really, even if the law doesn't see it that way, and shouldn't be in a permanent relationship, let alone with a man of his age. Even though they are talking about getting a flat and she's mentioned her wish to marry him, I think, or at least fervently hope, that once the novelty wears off and she realises that committing to him will probably mean giving up her dreams of becoming an actress and travelling the world, she'll call it off.”

For the time being, while Alison's parents are too afraid to take her in hand, the tension in the Garcia household continues.

“When Craig's not at work we spend most of our time in my room,” says Alison.

“When he does speak to my mum they are both civil, which makes things easier.

“But it is a bit awkward when he bumps into my mum en route to the shower or when he's making a cup of tea. I wish my mum was more accepting of our relationship. I love her and don't want to alienate her, but she has to understand I'm with Craig now, and that's not going to change. I don't feel Craig and I are doing anything wrong.”

As for marriage, Alison appears set on pursuing the very path her mother is dreading.

“I think my mum worries that I'm settling down too early and wasting my life,” says the teenager.

“That will inevitably happen, because I do want to marry Craig and have kids, and he isn't getting any younger. I know this means I'll have to become a mum a bit earlier than most of my friends, but I don't think I'm throwing my life away because of it. I haven't met Craig's daughter yet, because she lives with her mother in Nottingham, but I'm sure I'll be a good stepmum.”

On the one hand, it is hard not to feel sorry for the Garcias, who have somehow become caught in this terrible situation, terrified of losing their only child. But on the other, the couple seem strangely reluctant to accept any responsibility for what is happening to their daughter, blaming “society” instead.

According to Sheila: “Girls no longer get a childhood past about the age of ten when they are asked to make choices on what lipstick to wear or what jeans to buy. It's a sad state of affairs, and one from which I fear there is no way back. It seems we have raised a generation of children who believe they can do whatever the hell they like, without worrying about the consequences.”

A critic might counter that it is often parents themselves who pass on such values to their children and then react with horror at the resulting behaviour.

But Sheila insists: “For now, all I can do is bite my tongue and hope I'm right about what I think the outcome of this will be.”

The problem is, of course, that there could be any number of outcomes – not least that her daughter could become pregnant.

“When it does end in tears, I'll be here to pick up the pieces. That's what mums do,” says Sheila.

“I want her to be able to come to me for support and advice. I don't want to take away that option by throwing her out or refusing to speak to her. I want to be able to communicate with Alison in the hope that if I do it subtly, eventually the message will get through.”

They are fine words indeed, but probably of little use to Alison, caught up in a world beyond her age and experience. In years to come, when she looks back on the events of the past few months, will she really thank her parents for giving her such a liberal upbringing?

My favourite quote: “But I know she is 16 and I can't stop her. If I don't take the softer approach I fear she will take off with Craig and cut ties with us. If I forbid it or attempt to ban her from seeing him, I risk losing my precious child”.

She's cute. He's creepy as hell with a bad haircut to boot.

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February has been a shit month

Posted on February 29, 2008 By admin

The month is over and I'm glad it is. Looking back on it, February has been a shockingly bad month. Craptaculous, even. Katy was sick. Tokyo was cancelled. We both had a case of the grumps. The fridge decided to pack it in and blew up† and now the laptop is showing signs of imminent total graphics controller failure.

I can only say:

†We had a power cut last Wednesday that was supposed to last 2 hours but ended up lasting about 15. When the power came back on, it did something that the fridge didn't like. It started making a really loud clicking noise and was pronounced dead the following evening when we realized that everything in the freezer had defrosted. It's not too bad – we managed to salvage most of the meat by making huuuuuuuuuge meals and keeping stuff in the office fridge. We only lost about £70 worth of food (an average weekly shop). The really annoying thing though is that even though it's all under warranty, they can't send an engineer over until next Tuesday. So yeah. No fridge. Fun…..

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It's always nice to know your boss has a sense of humour

Posted on February 25, 2008 By admin

Email received today sent to everybody at the EBI:

From: Big Boss
To: Reception
CC: All at EBI
Subject: Re: Guillotine – URGENT

Reception wrote:
> If you have borrowed the Guillotine please return it to the post
> room. It is needed urgently.
>
> Thank you – P

Who will be executed?

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Not with the program today

Posted on February 25, 2008 By admin

I am not awake, nor do I want to be right now.

I keep thinking to myself “don't forget to do this, don't forget to do that” and in the next thought, completely forgetting what I was telling myself not to forget.

My portable HD hasn't arrived yet. Nor have all the other items we've bought and had delivered to the office.

The japanese travel agent that was handling my flight to tokyo is being a PITA and I can't be bothered to deal with them anymore.

All in all, I'm in a rather bad mood today.

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Evolution Wins as Creationists (Accidentally) Switch Sides in Florida

Posted on February 22, 2008 By admin

The Florida Board of Education officially upheld evolution yesterday. The board didn't quite mean to do that, of course. In a 4-3 vote, the Board accepted a proposed curriculum that replaced all references to evolution with the phrase “the scientific theory of evolution.” In so doing, the board inadvertently made evolution central to public school science education, and also, almost incidentally, mandated education on just what constitutes a “scientific theory.” Until now, Florida's schools weren't required to teach evolution. The old curriculum guidelines didn't even mention it by name.

The 4-3 vote was obtained by including a last-minute amendment to the standards. Suggested last Friday by religious conservatives and dubbed the “academic freedom proposal,” the amendment required that the curriculum's references to “evolution” be replaced by the “scientific theory of evolution.” The amendment's supporters called the language change a victory — and it is, though not in the way they imagine.

Not only will Florida's students learn about evolution; they'll also learn that the scientific definition of a theory is different from the everyday definition, referring not to wild-eyed speculation but to a vast body of observation and testing that confirms a hypothesis so strongly that it might as well be considered fact.

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You can't make this shit up

Posted on February 20, 2008 By admin

Castro once said: “If surviving assassination were an Olympic event, I'd win the gold medal.”

His bodyguard Fabian Escalante went back through his records and counted 638 attempts to kill the Cuban leader. Many of them were confirmed in CIA files which were declassified last year.

President Kennedy was said to have asked James Bond creator Ian Fleming for tips on how to wipe out Castro – and many of the attempts to kill or discredit him seem more appropriate to a bad Bond spoof than real life.

They included:

* The exploding cigar – a scheme to pack one of his favourite Cohiba Esplendidos with enough explosive to blow his head off after a couple of puffs.

* The poisoned cigar – another Cohiba laced with botulinum toxin, one of the deadliest natural substances in the world.

* The infected diving suit – Castro was a keen undersea explorer and CIA agents arranged for Cuban exiles to dust the inside of his suit with powder containing a deadly fungus.

* The exploding sea shells – packed with booby traps and plastic explosives, they were placed in one of Castro's favourite dive areas.

* The femme fatale – Marita Lorenz, one of Castro's many mistresses, was persuaded by the CIA to try to smuggle a jar of cold cream containing poison pills into his room. Castro rumbled the plot, thrust a pistol in her hand and told her to kill him face to face. Her nerve failed.

* The poison pen – a ballpoint containing a tiny, spring-loaded hypodermic syringe filled with poison. It was supposed to prick Castro and kill him when he picked up the pen to write.

* The mind-bending radio studio – not so much an assassination as an attempt to humiliate Castro by pumping an LSD-type gas into a studio during a live broadcast so that he would make a fool of himself on air.

* The beard-wilter – Castro was always proud of his bushy facial hair so the CIA planned to make his beard fall out, again causing him to be ridiculed. Bizarrely, the plot involved putting hair removal powder in his shoes.

Despite the ludicrousness of some of the operations against him (and his beard), Castro took the threats seriously. Delphin Fernandez, his former personal assistant, says he regularly had all his underwear burned after wearing it, so it could not be laundered with deadly chemicals.

Source: Daily Mail

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Meme-time! How many obsolete skills do you have?

Posted on February 20, 2008 By admin

Bold the ones you have, and pass it on!


* Adjusting the dwell angle on the distributor of your car's engine
* Adjusting the rabbit ears on your TV set
* Adjusting a television's horizontal and vertical holds
* Adjusting the tracking on a VCR
* Aiming C-band satellite dish
* Assembly Language Programming
* Advising someone to use WordPerfect for DOS
* Balancing the tonearm on a turntable
* Blowing the dust out of a Nintendo cartridge
* Booting off a floppy disk
* Bust apart a long computer printout
* Changing vacuum tubes
* Changing the ball or ribbon on your Selectric Typewriter
* Changing the C120 Film Cartridge in your Instamatic camera
* Changing the gas mixture on your cars carburetor
* Changing tracks on an eight-track tape
* Chipping flint or obsidian tools
* Churn butter
* Cleaning head of a VCR
* Crew a muzzle loading cannon
* Cranking a telephone
* Darning a sock
* Debugging hexadecimal dumps
* Defacing a Website
* Defrosting the Icebox
* Degaussing a CRT monitor
* Dialing a rotary phone
* Extracting square roots
* Formatting a floppy
* FORTRAN programming – though the logic is still good
* Getting off the couch to change channels on your TV set
* Getting TSRs and CD device drivers to load into DOS
* Harness a team of oxen
* Hand crank a car to start it
* Having Cash
* Hexadecimal arithmetic in your head
* Hunting a woolly mammoth
* Interpolating logarithms
* Lighting a carbide miner's lamp
* Lining up paper on a dot matrix or line printer
* Loading film into a 35 mm camera
* data from a cassette tape
* Long division
* Look for a job in the classifieds
* Looking up a business on the yellow pages
* Local Grocery Store
* Low Format a Harddrive
* Making a deer fat poultice
* 4″ floppy double-sided
* Making change in shillings and pence
* Memory Management
* Mounting a Computer Tape by hand
* Morse-coding messages
* Mailing in the order form of a catalog
* Navigate by the stars
* Navigating using a compass
* Navigate using a sextant
* Open and Administrate a Blog
* Paying for something with a check
* Putting a needle on a vinyl record
* Parking a hardisk
* Ride a penny-farthing bicycle
* Replacing Shoe Sole and Heels
* Resolving IRQ conflicts on a mother board
* Reading a paper map
* Remembering telephone numbers
* Repairing small appliances
* Rewind VCR tapes
* Respooling a chewed-up VCR tape or audio cassette
* Running a mimeograph machine
* Ripping the little holes off the sides of the computer paper
* Sending a letter
* Setting the timer on a VCR
* Setting type for printing
* Shave with a straight razor
* Shorthand
* Slaughtering Small Mammals and Birds
* Stacking a quarter on an arcade game to indicate you have next
* Tape to Tape Video Editing
* Testing radio and TV tubes
* Threading a needle
* Trim the wick on an oil lamp
* Typesetting
* Typing and sending a telex
* Using an adding machine
* Using a Typewriter
* Using a card catalog
* Using a 16 mm film projector
* Using a fountain pen
* Using a slide rule
* Using a typewriter
* Using a beeper or pager
* Using an abacus
* Using carbon paper to make copies
* Using correction fluid
* Using a fax machine
* Using a flash bulb
* Using a flash cube
* Using a microfiche
* Using a pay telephone
* Using a pay toilet
* Using a Timing Light
* Using a Log Table
* Watching a slide show with a slide projector
* Winding a watch or clock
* Winding up loose cassette tape with a pencil eraser before putting the cassette in the deck
* Writing using a dip pen

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Ho hum

Posted on February 20, 2008 By admin

I've realized that I'm feeling very blah at the moment. Part of it is probably due to the February blues, but I think there's a bit more. I've been having a lot of very weird and sometimes distrubing dreams lately (though I blame Pam's curry for a batch of those) and I find that I'm not as productive as work as I'd like (now having said that, I can still slam out some bitchin' code when I feel like it – I just don't seem to feel like it as often as I did these days).

I dunno. Sometimes it feels like I'm so anxious about getting the 5-year plan mapped out that I'm missing the day-to-day fun stuff. Thoughts about having kids, buying a house, staying in the UK or going back to Canada post-EBI, yada yada are sometimes a bit heavy going.

I sometimes wish I could somehow throw my hands in the air, say sod it all and take a reality break for a few weeks. I dunno, just hop on a plane with Katy for a long trip just the two of us, and no other worries.

But then reality kicks back in and tells me that I need to get this new code into production before the end of the week.

Yay.

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That's gotta hurt!

Posted on February 13, 2008 By admin

Virtuoso's trip destroys priceless Stradivarius

David Garrett, 26, one of the nation's foremost young concert performers, had an accident that every world-class musician must dread: at the end of a concert at the Barbican he tripped and landed on his violin.

The instrument is a 290-year-old Stradivarius, so rare that it would be almost impossible to estimate its value. Certainly there are people who would have gladly paid hundreds of thousands of pounds for it, before its glamorous owner did a turn as Mr Bean.

Now he has a badly damaged violin that will be out of use for at least eight months, and may never sound the same again. He is also facing a repair bill.

The accident threatened to leave the musician without a suitable instrument to play tomorrow night, when he is due back at the Barbican to perform Bruch's Violin Concerto. But help has come from J&A Beare, the violin dealers of Marylebone, who have arranged to have another Stradivarius flown in from Milan to be loaned to Garrett. The instrument, made in 1718, will be accompanied by a three-man security team watching over Garrett's every step.

When he was just 14 years old, the German-born prodigy was the youngest ever artist to be signed up by Deutsche Grammophon. At the age of four his father gave him a violin, and by the age of eight, he had a management team and was playing solo with of the world's leading orchestras. Later, he moved to New York to study, supplementing his student grant by modelling.

“I was all packed up and ready to go when I slipped,” Garrett told the Evening Standard. “People said it was as if I'd trodden on a banana skin. I fell down a flight of steps and on to the case. When I opened it, the violin was in pieces. I couldn't speak and I couldn't get up. I didn't even know if I was hurt I didn't care. I've had that violin for eight years. It was like losing a friend.”

The violin, known by its sobriquet San Lorenzo, is one of about 600 surviving instruments made by Antonio Stradivari. In May 2006, the Hammer Stradivarius made in 1707 sold at Christie's in New York for a record for a musical instrument at auction, while the previous year the Royal Academy of Music bought the Viotti violin for

The nearest another musician has come to suffering a similar disaster was when Peter Stumpf, a performer from the Los Angeles Philharmonic, came home tired one evening in 2004 and absent-mindedly left his 1684 Stradivarius cello on his front doorstep. Video security footage showed a youth stealing it and struggling to escape on a bicycle, crashing into dustbins on his way.

It was found three days later by a nurse, who gave it to her boyfriend, a carpenter, who offered to turn it into a CD rack. It was returned only slightly damaged.

In 1999 the world-renowned cellist Yo-Yo Ma left his 1733 Stradivarius cello in the boot of a New York taxi. A huge crowd gathered outside his hotel the next day to see it returned in a black police sedan.

Source: The Independent

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'Sexercise' yourself into shape

Posted on February 11, 2008 By admin 1 Comment on 'Sexercise' yourself into shape

The NHS has some new advice for people struggling to schedule a fitness routine into their daily lives – a workout between the sheets. According to the NHS Direct website, “sexercise” can lower the risk of heart attacks and helps people live longer.

Endorphins released during orgasm stimulate immune system cells, which also helps target illnesses like cancer, as well as wrinkles, it states. Sexual health experts said such claims could not be scientifically proven.

“It's good to see the NHS are promoting sexual wellbeing,” Dr Melissa Sayer told the Guardian newspaper. “Yes, there is evidence that sex has benefits for mental wellbeing, but to say there is a link with reduced risk of heart disease and cancer is taking the argument too far.”

NHS Direct, however, told the paper the content was “backed by science and clinical evidence” and “isn't just a bit of fun”.

The advice, published under the headline “Get more than zeds in bed”, is one of several sexual health-related articles to be found on the NHS Direct website. Sex with a little energy and imagination provides a workout worthy of an athlete, the article says. “Forget about jogging round the block or struggling with sit-ups. Sex uses every muscle group, gets the heart and lungs working hard, and burns about 300 calories an hour.”

The advice suggests “regular romps this winter” could lead to a better body and a younger look. Increased production of endorphins “will make your hair shine and your skin smooth,” it adds. “If you're worried about wrinkles – orgasms even help prevent frown lines from deepening.”

The article goes on to say that orgasms release “painkillers” into the bloodstream, which helping keep mild illnesses like colds and aches and pains at bay. The production of extra oestrogen and testosterone hormones “will keep your bones and muscles healthy, leaving you feeling fabulous inside and out”.

Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/health/4703166.stm

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