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Chess and Military Strategies

2012-01-24T00:14:00.004Z

While looking through an old sketchbook, I found a note I'd made about a chess strategy based on military thinking, rather than the more usual study of previous chess games. I did a little searching and soon found that someone called it "the worst chess book we've ever had in the English language." By now, I went from curious to being fascinated.

The method was devised by Franklin Knowles Young, and the first book I looked at was "Chess Generalship" from 1910. (available on the Internet Archive)

My chess isn't good enough to say whether or not the advice given is any good, but it's certainly given in a strange way. It describes the ways each chess piece moves is described in terms of topography, such that Rooks (and Queens) are said to sit in place where four (or eight) valleys meet with impassable mountains on each side. Knights go through wooded areas, and as for bishops, who only have access to half of the sixty-four squares on the board:

"the Topographical Horizon of the Bishop takes the form of a broken country, dotted with high hills, deep lakes, impenetrable swamps, and thick woodlands." [p.78]

It's certainly a charming idea, but I'm not sure how visualising the board in such a way can help your game. Another odd thing about the book is that it illustrates the wisdom of its advice, not with illustrations from chess matches, but from historic battles. How these relate to various openings and defences in chess is never made clear.

Later, Mr Young criticised Castling as being neither mathematical nor strategic in value. He describes the rule of the King moving two spaces either left or right as "infantile" and instead suggests the rules should be:

"The King of Castling should deploy in one move to that point where, as the Base of Operations, it mathematically harmonizes with that Strategic Front, which is, or must become, established." [p.101]

So that's clear, then.

In fact, the Mr Young often uses arcane language and some algebraic-looking equations to prove his point, without a single chessboard in the whole book. This made following his reasoning a little difficult. And he is amusingly dismissive of people who play chess for fun, deriding them as "wood-shifters".

Next I looked at "The Grand Tactics of Chess" (from 1897, the aforementioned "worst chess book ever") which is also available for download at the Internet Archive.

At first, this is easier to read, with illustrations and positions described in chess notation. But before long Mr Young falls back into his usual verbose ways. For example, this set up on page fifty-nine is described as:

"In the language of chess strategics White occupies the logistic horizon, thus opening communication with the kindred hypothetical force, and enabling a portion of the latter to enter the topographical zone and effect a junction with the kindred determinate force, the united forces being the greater force as compared to the adverse determinate force."

Mr Young seemed to be a half-decent chess player himself. Chessgames.com lists twelve games of which he won eight and drew two, so he clearly wasn't a bad player. But this method seems to have been completely lost to time. Perhaps because he gave only vague platitudes about what to do in certain situations, and even those were awash with jargon, quotes from historical figures and poetic outbursts. There's no reference to any of the recognised chess openings, which makes this book stand apart in the chess world.

Apart and, ultimately, irrelevant.

Mrs Hannah More

2012-01-12T23:16:00.000Z

In the diaries of Mrs Hannah More (born, Stapleton, Gloucestershire, 1745) her entry for May 29th 1783 reads:

"I am tired of writing several letters and of reading the Lives of the Reformers and of trimming a gauze handkerchief; and now I am going to close the day with a thick quarto of Dr Beattie's metaphysics."

Well, I'm tired from playing a board game with a friend, and I'll close the day watching TV and drinking cheap wine.

That's progress for you.

Life drawing again

2012-01-10T12:27:00.000Z

I've been going to some life drawing clases again recently. I've noticed a trend that the only drawings I like tend to be the ones for short poses. Anything longer than ten minutes and things tend to become overdone.

Sarcastic hotmail

2012-01-05T21:55:00.000Z

Internet squabbling: it’s older than you think

2012-01-03T16:38:00.001Z

Many of us have had one of those discussions on the internet where most of the time is spent reiterating what you’ve already said because the other person keeps changing what you said and then arguing against that.

Well, I was idly reading volume 8 of The Gentleman’s Magazine from 1738, when I saw the opening paragraph of a letter which appeared to be the latest in a long line of exchanges. It began:

A Third Letter to J.H. about Tythes.

Sir,
As I am no great Lover of Controversy, so there is nothing in Controversy which I hate more, than to be obliged continually to be pointing out the Inconsistences, and clearing myself from the Misrepresentations of the Person I am engaged with.

It continued for three pages of small type (I’ll be honest, I didn’t read it) and at the end of this lengthy passage, the editor adds in italics:

N.B. We are afraid the main Argument not having been kept to, will make this Dispute tedious, and therefore insert this Reply so soon, that the Disputants may either leave the Matter to the Reader as it lies, or bring it to a short Issue; since, when the Debates come on, we shall be freighten’d for Room.

I believe these days that’d be called “locking the thread.”

Bristol's Library Opening Hours

2011-11-13T18:12:00.002Z

I use the Central Library quite a lot, but I can never remember when it's open until late, so I searched on the Bristol City Council website to find out.

You can imagine how discouraged I was when I saw the little bit of text under the search result...

Silence in the Library

2011-11-11T15:12:00.001Z

Today I was in the library when they observed the two-minutes silence for Armistice day. The start of the silence was marked by a bell. A man sitting nearby asked what the bell was for and it had to be explained to him. Once he knew what it was, he stood up for the duration of the minute.

The end of the minute wasn’t marked by the same bell, but I thought I heard a bell that rang very faintly in the distance but I wasn't sure. Of course, being in a library, it was hard to tell when the silence had ended. It was only when people were being served at the desk was I sure that we’d finished.

About half an hour later, the man who’d stood throughout the silence got up to leave. He balanced out his earlier respectful silence by knocking over his chair.

Dog Translucent #21

2011-11-04T13:46:00.000Z

A long time ago, someone commented on this blog about a DOg Translucent that they remembered but I hadn't put up. Well, I finally found it, so here it is.

Indian Summer

2011-10-01T20:51:00.000+01:00

It's a hot Saturday evening in October, and the streets are full of people. It seems like everyone's taking this last chance to go out drinking and pretend it's summer before they're able to go out drinking and pretend it's Christmas.

Last Christmas

2011-09-04T22:03:00.001+01:00

The Airship that wasn't there

2011-08-15T19:51:00.003+01:00

People tend to interpret things in the skies according to what they expect to see there. Which is why atmospheric anomalies have been interpreted as alien ships, foreign airships or chariots of the gods at different times in history.

One example of a misidentification due to wanting to see something occurred in 1923. The French airship, Dixmude, went missing on a journey from Toulon in France to Algeria. The airship left on Tuesday 18th December 1923 and the last contact was on the 21st December in the north of Algeria. On that day she was fighting a storm and had little petrol left. In a telegraphic message she’d been told that the weather was too bad to return across the Mediterranean. A brief radio reply of acknowledgement from the ship was the last direct communication with the Dixmude.

This was France’s largest airship, and at the time held world records for flight distance and duration. It was widely reported in the British press, so I can imagine how much greater the coverage would’ve been in France.

A report in the Times on the 24th December writes that she’d been seen over the Gulf of Gabes. The Times records a report from the Ministry of Marine in which the Dixmunde is described as “asking for assistance” and a steamship was dispatched to the Gulf to offer help.

The Times on the 27th says that on the 23rd, the Commandant of the Lansquenet received several reports of lights in the sky in the late evening, which were reported as possibly being the Dixmude, but without a clear identification, the Commandant was doubtful.

The Times of the 28th contains an article describing how, on the 26th December, reports came in that she had been seen drifting in the south of Algeria, around 200km south of Ain Salah. This caused two French patrols to be sent to contact the Dixmunde and give aid in the event of a landing.

This last hope that the Dixmude was still okay was dashed the next day, when reports were printed that the body of the captain of the Dixmude had been discovered on a Sicilian coast. In the following days, more wreckage was found and there was a witness statement of some fisherman who said they saw two burning globes fall into the sea. The evidence pointed to the Dixmude attempting to turn back to France and being struck by lightning.

Which leaves us with a series of interesting sightings, some seemingly detailed enough that the ship’s signalling could be recognised, of a ship that had crashed hundreds of miles away several days before. A desire that one of France’s most famous airships remain safe is probably the main reason for people wanting to see it. And perhaps as reports changed hands they grew in detail, leaving the papers with some apparently reliable eye-witness accounts.

Kimberley uses Copydex

2011-08-08T22:10:00.000+01:00

Last weekend, I found a bunch of old photgraphs from my time at Stevenage College. While they brought back a few memories, there was only one photo that I liked as a photograph in its own right.

Missing house

2011-07-27T21:07:00.002+01:00

I once made a mistake in writing my address on an order, and I accidentally put 484 as my house number. Once I realised my mistake, I went along to the house to see if they'd received it.

I walked along, keeping track of the house numbers, until I crossed a road. On the other side, the numbers had jumped by four. I crossed back and forth several times, trying to find the missing address, but with no joy.

Guessing ages at the check-out

2011-07-16T12:01:00.002+01:00

Today I was in the Co-op, waiting in the queue, when there was a delay with the people in front of me. While this was being sorted out, I watched the guy on the other check-out as he worked. I was especially interested in the stuff that comes up on his screen, since that's something I don't normally see.

He was checking out this middle-aged woman's shopping and when it came to something alcoholic, there was a screen asking if the person was over 18, and also "What age does this person look?" The guy typed in 45, which was accurate I suppose, but I thought "Couldn't you compliment her? Say she's forty. I know she'll never find out, but there's no need to be so harsh."

And then I thought the next time I'm buying something alcoholic from Co-op, should I ask them what age they put for me? I'd be quite interested, but I think it might be a bit annoying for the check-out person. Basically, I'd be asking for a compliment.

Grime City PD on YouTube

2011-07-15T18:17:00.001+01:00

I keep forgetting to mention, but the sequel to Rocket Science - the animated short Sam Morrison and I wrote - is now up on YouTube. Hooray!

The meaning behind the washing on the line

2011-07-12T23:38:00.002+01:00

Next door have had a jumper out on their washing line for about a week. It's been there in both sun and rain with no sign of them taking it in. In fact, I'm starting to think it might be their flag.

Amusing typo from Reed Recruitment

2011-07-11T12:38:00.000+01:00

At least, I hope it's a typo.

Recursive nostalgia

2011-07-10T08:56:00.005+01:00

I was thinking about the 1970s recently, and in particular about how it felt like science was about to send us into a new lifestyle. There were shows like "Space 1999" and comics like "2000AD" which promised us space exploration and jet-packs in only thirty years time. Thinking about that, I felt a bit sad that such promise hadn’t been fulfilled.

Then I realised I was being nostalgic for a time when people longed for the future.

Chimney stacks and rooftops

2011-07-06T08:48:00.002+01:00

This morning I tried looking at some houses in Bristol as if I was a foreigner. I thought that someone in the world would find these ordinary houses exotic and interesting, and I wanted to see them in the same way.

I was in a fairly run down area of Bristol, and the houses were cheap and built by the council. The basic shape was always the same, and all the metal gates at the ends of paths and driveways were the same design.

The roofs on the houses were flat, so in that respect this was not an ordinary British street. But I noticed that the chimney stacks looked too tall. They were almost the same height as if they had sloping roofs. Perhaps they were supposed to have roofs, but at the last minute, someone decided they shouldn’t. And no one told the man who was building the chimneys.

There’s probably some health and safety reason for a smoke outlet to be a particular distance from a window, but I imagine the builders scratching their heads when they got the architect’s plans and seeing such tall chimney stacks.

Van Gogh in oils

2011-06-16T21:35:00.000+01:00

While out walking I saw this bit of pollution in a puddle that reminded me of Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Great sentences from Wikipedia

2011-06-12T14:24:00.001+01:00

From the page "History of Naples"

"The greatly popular patron of the city, San Gennaro (St. Januarius), was decapitated in nearby Pozzuoli in 305 AD"

Makes you wonder what they'd have done to him if they hadn't liked him!

Subliminal Satanic message in filing system

2011-05-10T13:32:00.001+01:00

Everything underwater becomes interesting

2011-05-05T15:22:00.000+01:00

When the very small approximates the very big

2011-05-05T09:01:00.000+01:00

When out walking in a park, I found a couple of fairy rings on the ground doing a passable impersonation of the Hourglass nebula.

Me and Google agree

2011-04-27T15:27:00.001+01:00

While looking on Google Maps for places in Japan I’d been to, I saw that a walk I'd done now had street view images. So I looked at it, and compared it to the photos I'd taken when I was their last year. I noticed the similarity between the two images below. Either the Google pictures were taken around the time I'd been, or that car's owner is very particular about how to park cars, or it hasn't been used at all.

Polite Police Notice

2011-04-17T13:26:00.003+01:00

A couple of days ago I saw this sign up on a wall near Gloucester Road in sunny (for one day, at least) Bristol, and I found it quite funny. I thought it was from a bygone age when Dixon of Dock Green could fight crime by sternly wagging his finger.

But when I got the photo back home and zoomed in, I saw at the bottom a slogan: “Working with you, working for you.” This didn’t seem very old fashioned, so I did a quick search and it seems to come from a book by the Avon and Somerset Constabulary published in 1994. So nothing to do with the days of petty larceny and cheeky cockneys scarpering down the lane, more to do with community outreach programs and policing pledges.

I wonder if the sign worked.

My first psi experiment.

2011-04-15T21:12:00.003+01:00

You can hardly call the circumstances “controlled”, since I was being told the method as we went along, and I’d had three pints before we’d even started, but nevertheless Tuesday saw me take part in an experiment to detect psi.

The event was a skeptic(ish) meeting arranged by Jerome and the person being tested was Matthew Smith, the Million Dollar Psychic. He’s a skeptic who’s decided to see if it’s possible to become psychic. He was going to do a talk about his progress so far, and the reason behind the whole thing. Since he was there, Jerome wanted to try and test Matthew’s powers.

Matthew says he is best at psychometry – the ability to pick up information by handling an object that is often carried/worn by the person. While Matthew was out of the room, Jerome asked for rings from four men. These were put in numbered envolopes for Matthew to “read” later on.

I was quite interested in my own reaction to all this. I don’t believe in psychic powers, but during the test (when it was just me, Matthew and an observer) I considered trying to concentrate on a word and pyschically send it to him, to try and get him to say it during his reading. But then I stopped since I thought if I succeeded I wouldn’t know for sure if it was chance, and also I would’ve ruined the actual experiment. So I didn’t.

Also, as we found out the results, I was pleased to see that the first reading matched so well with the person whose ring it was. Maybe we were on to something, I thought. And maybe we weren’t, since we soon found out that the same reading matched even better for another one of the four men. And it matched pretty well for a third.

In the end, only one of the four readings was picked correctly by the person it was intended for, which is to be expected by chance. Then we asked everyone in the room – about thirty people – who’d heard the four readings being read out if any of them matched them. About five or six people put their hands up. Which was surprising, since Matthew had tried to stay away from generalities and be specific, but even then, there’s enough leeway for people to read their own life into a few random sentences.

Cheltenham Skeptics in the Pub

2011-03-30T00:41:00.002+01:00

On Tuesday evening I went to Cheltenham Skeptics in the Pub to see Christopher French do a talk. The talk itself was good, but what I want to write about is a little episode of non-critical thinking on my part.

When I got there, I wanted a drink, but there were a lot of people at the bar, and only one bar tender who didn’t seem to be moving very quickly. I noticed that this bar sold Budvar Dark on tap, and I thought "The last pub I went to with Budvar Dark on tap had really slow service too!"

I don’t really think that the drinks on sale effect the speed of service at a pub (well, except for Guiness) but for a second, I thought I’d stumbled upon something.

Keys

2011-03-23T18:11:00.000Z

When I was young, one thing about adults that always impressed me was the number of keys they had. Keys for front and back doors, sheds, cars, garages, lockers at sports clubs, and any number of mysterious ones that never seem to be used but are important enough to be always to hand. It seemed like a terribly grown up thing. A symbol of importance and responsibility. People are relying on you to protect and allow access to certain areas.

Right now, I have three keys on my key ring.

I think the younger me would be somewhat disappointed.

Of course he’d be amazed at my tiny telephone, mp3 player, computer and Nintendo DS but, that aside, he’d be unimpressed by my lack of keys.

Chess in 1K

2011-03-11T16:00:00.005Z

Since it's the 30th anniversary of the ZX81 computer, I thought I'd write about what I think is one of the most amazing pieces of programming ever: 1K ZX Chess.

In 1983, David Horne wrote a program that would play a game of chess that ran on the Sinclair ZX81 computer using just 1K of memory. As one of the smallest versions of the game to have a visual display of the board, it stands as a remarkable achievement. If sculpture can be described as starting with a block and whittling away anything that doesn't "feel" like the thing you're trying to create, then David has done something similar to the ZX81's tiny memory. It's hard to believe that there's a single byte left in the program that doesn't have some element of “chessness” to it.

Of course, to fit the greatest game ever into such a small space necessitated certain limitations. The program always plays as white and only makes one of two opening moves, depending which side of the cassette was used to load the game... king's pawn to king's pawn three (van't Kruijs' Opening), or queen's pawn to queen's pawn three (Miese's Opening).

The artificial intelligence of 1K ZX Chess could only look one move in advance, and the program had no concept of the newer rules of the game (ie, after the sixteenth century) such as castling, en passant, and promotion of pawns. Nevertheless, within these 672 bytes of code lie the barest bones of chess, as if this is the absolute zero of chess and below this it cannot exist in any recognisable form.

Playing the game isn't that satisfying, as it has a fondness for moving the rook back and forth between a1 and a2. If you want to break this cycle then you have to attack the square a2, and only then does it turn its attention to other things. So it's possible for it to play a good game, but only if the human opponent acts as a kind of sheepdog, guiding it towards the right move. Or at least away from a really wrong one.

If it takes one monkey seventy thousand years to type “TOBEORNOTTOBE”, then how long before 1K ZX Chess accidentally plays like a grandmaster? Having no memory of the previous game to learn from, it would be a fleeting success, never to be seen again but is there at least the potential for this game to mimic the style of every master who ever studied the game? I hope so. In one game, it suddenly pushed its queen into the fray in what seemed like a very bold and romantic move. It didn't last, though, but for a moment I felt like Prof Higgins in My Fair Lady, and I wanted to call out “By George, I think it's got it!”

(Oh, and here's a blog post in which 1K ZX Chess goes up against a newcomer to the 1K chess world, Tiny Chess.)

The Speech Puppet

2011-03-08T11:56:00.001Z

Wolfgang von Kempelen (1734-1804) is perhaps best known as the designer of The Turk, an automated chess-playing machine which amazed the wealthy and the wise in late 1700s Europe. It was a fake, but nevertheless brought him a lot of fame during his life.

More impressively, he invented a machine that could speak. He began working on it in 1769, and slowly perfected it over time. Charles Dickens wrote about it (in 1870, so probably working from second-hand sources)

“Having combined the results of his researches, he constructed a head which contained the requisite wind-tubes and vibrating reeds, and a bust provided with some kind of bellows. Thus armed, his automaton could pronounce the words “opera,” “astronomy,” “Constantinople,” “vous etes mon amie,” “je vous aime de tout mon coeur,” “Leopoldus secundus,” and “Romanum imperator semper Augustus.” These words were spoken when the machine was wound up, without any player being required to press upon keys and pedals.”

All the year round: a weekly journal: Volume 4; Volume 24 - Page 397

A more contemporary source (although I forgot to note the source) records:

“When Widisch heard the device he said it answered ‘clearly and distinctly’ in a ‘sweet and agreeable voice,’ but that it pronounced the letter r ‘lispingly and with a certain harshness.’ He added, ‘When its answer is not perfectly understood, it repeats it slower, and if required to speak a third time, it repeats it again, but with a tone of impatience and vexation’.”

(A nice example of how people can read emotions into inanimate objects, by the way.)

These days, it seems that a full working model of Kempelen’s machine doesn’t exist, although on YouTube there is a reconstruction which needs to be manipulated by hand for it to work. It says little more than “mama” and “papa”, but perhaps given time and a little practice, some of Kemplelen’s lessons could be re-learnt and some dexterous operator could make the machine speak again.

Clever King

2011-02-24T23:16:00.000Z

During the 1600s, it was thought that the touch of the British monarch had curative properties. It is said that Charles II touched a hundred thousand subjects during his reign (more than 8,000 in 1662 alone).

William III was rightfully more skeptical of his own role as a healer, and could be persuaded to touch only one sufferer during his reign, whom he advised "God give you better health and more sense."

Source: "Forgotten English", Jeffrey Kacirk, 1999

Buried Alive Hoax, 1929

2011-02-22T08:15:00.001Z

A man who called himself Marcel Clement, the Marquis of Champaubert (real name: Clement Passal) had been trying to sell his memoirs of his life of crime, but had met with little success so he struck upon a plan to make his biography more appealing. He invented a story in which he’d been kidnapped and tortured by a secret society, sending out letters from this society to newspapers in the hope they’d pick up the story.

The culmination of the plan was to have himself buried alive and for journalists to find him and disinter him, still alive. He and a fellow criminal, Henri Boulogne, successfully completed a dress rehearsal in which Clement had remained in the coffin (fitted with an air tube) for nine hours.

Despite the newspapers ignoring the letters they sent out, they decided to see the plan to its completion. At a rented villa near Versailles, Henri was given the letters to post and buried Clement in his coffin. However, exhausted by all the work, Henri then fell into a deep sleep and when he awoke he sent off the letters in a rush. Later on he went to check on Clement, but when there was no reply through the air tube, he feared the worst and ran away.

Meanwhile, the newspapers received the letters, informed the police and the body was exhumed. It was found that Clement had suffocated, and that the air tube fitted was not adequate.Henri was captured, tried and sentenced to three months in jail. The report from the Times, 7 October 1929, ends with:

“The grim irony of Passal’s fate is given greater prominence in the Press than has been accorded to any criminal event in recent years so that the vain desires of the psuedo-Marquis de Champaubert have been fulfilled. Unfortunately for him, even this measure of gratification has come too late.”

Source, The Times, 07/10/1929 and 05/12/1929

The Tale of Thomas Arden

2011-02-20T15:58:00.004Z

I haven’t been writing any comic strips for a while, but instead of leaving this blog lying unused, I thought I’d just type up any curious bits and bobs that I find while looking around the library.

The first entry is about a man called Thomas Arden (1508-1551) whose wife needed seven attempts and ten conspirators to murder him. Thomas had married into a powerful family, and so when his wife, Alice, had an affair, he put up with it just so he’d retain access to her family.

1. She asked a painter from Faversham to concoct a poison, but although Thomas fell ill, he didn’t die.

2. John Greave (who had previously argued with Thomas over a property issue) offered a £10 bounty on Anne’s behalf to a man named Black Will (an ex-soldier). Black Will was to murder Thomas at St Paul’s, but there were too many people around.

3. Thomas Arden’s servant was asked to leave the back door open, so that Black Will could get in and kill Thomas in the night. But the servant, Michael Saunderson, was too afraid of Black Will and would not let him in.

4. Black Will was told to murder Thomas as he journeyed back to Faversham, but Thomas was accompanied by a number of gentlemen.

5. Alice tricked Thomas into going to see Sir Thomas Cheyne at Shurland. The plan was that Black Will and his accomplice George Shakbay would ambush him on the way. Unfortunately due to the mist they waited for him in the wrong place.

6. A man called T Morsby picked a quarrel with Thomas Arden, but he refused to fight.

7. Lastly they successfully attacked Thomas while he was at home, playing a table game with T. Morsby. Morsby, Black Will and Alice all inflicted wounds upon him. After the murder, they hosted a party for visitors from London, before hiding the body in the snow. The body was soon found, and Morsby and Alice were arrested.

Eventually, all conspirators were executed. Black Will, Morsby and his sister were hanged, Alice burned, and Saunderson was hung, drawn and quartered.

Captain Bartholomew Farthington-Smythe #1

2011-01-11T15:00:00.001Z

... and his guide to Physiognomy!

Quick update: I'm still writing things, but I'm not really working on any comic strips at the moment. In the meantime, these ones that I did ages ago will fill the gap.

Tiny Manu #92

2010-12-22T14:48:00.000Z

Tiny Manu #91

2010-12-18T11:30:00.000Z

This is not a photo blog #6

2010-12-16T14:14:00.000Z

It's the cat's meow #123

2010-12-10T21:38:00.000Z

Tiny Manu #90

2010-11-27T14:03:00.001Z

Grime City PD News

2010-11-20T13:05:00.001Z

I've not been writing many comic strips recently. Or, indeed, any. So I've had nothing to post, but I'm pleased to say that Grime City PD has been accepted by the London Short Film Festival.

Hooray.

This may be an old joke, but...

2010-11-07T08:19:00.002Z

... I've not seen it before.

Ersby's Triangle

2010-11-06T14:14:00.005Z

Pascal's Triangle is a famous and fascinating piece of mathematical architecture. In its sequences are many interesting patterns that also appear in the mathematics of probability, fractals, and geometry.

One day, I decided to take a closer look at it. In particular, I wanted to find a formula to describe the numbers along each diagonal.

So far, so good. But I came a bit unstuck when I reached the fourth diagonal. At first, I thought I found something to do with the differences between the numbers...

Eventually, after several false starts I guessed that since the first two numbers in the sequence were 1 and 4 perhaps the answer was something to do with square numbers. Before long, I came up with something else...

The fifth diagonal was also difficult, but when I went back to working only with square numbers, the answer came quite quickly.

I noticed that 1 squared was being multiplied by the following numbers: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3...

This time the multiples of 1 squared were 1, 2, 4, 6, 9... But I was also interested in how the multiples seemed to "move along" the sum because now 2 squared was being multiplied by 1, 1, 2, 2, 3... I wondered if something was going on so, for clarity's sake, I wrote these multiples on a copy of Pascal's triangle, beside the number that each sum belonged to.

This is not a photo blog #5

2010-11-03T14:56:00.001Z

I went into Badock's Wood this morning, and found that the river had made some Andy Goldsworthy type shapes with fallen leaves.

It's the cat's meow #122

2010-10-24T15:08:00.001+01:00

It's the cat's meow #121

2010-10-18T13:17:00.003+01:00

Tiny Manu's second book

2010-10-17T12:15:00.004+01:00

I've made a compilation of all (or most) of the Tiny Manu strips since the first book. Here it is:

EDIT. Oops, I made a mistake. One of the strips in the book was duplicated on two different pages. Here it is again, amended (and, for whatever reason, slightly smaller):

http://www.mediafire.com/?vwfws0oy9fwqlsv

Tiny Manu #89

2010-10-16T14:58:00.004+01:00

The Institute for Knowing Things #8

2010-10-02T17:10:00.005+01:00

The Institute for Knowing Things is usually published in the UK magazine The Skeptic, but a couple of days ago I come up with an idea that wouldn't really suit the magazine so here it is.

Tiny Manu pdf

2010-09-27T14:59:00.002+01:00

I've been spending a lot of time recently trying to learn InDesign, to update my skill set (or something), so I've not had much time for writing.

On the plus side, though, I've used it to turn the Tiny Manu book into a pdf, now available for download.

http://www.mediafire.com/?pod05gsj91gxwqp

Share and enjoy!

This is not a photo blog #4

2010-09-22T21:06:00.003+01:00

Tiny Manu #88

2010-09-18T11:30:00.003+01:00

Dog Translucent #20

2010-09-17T21:16:00.002+01:00

A lone tree

2010-09-12T16:05:00.003+01:00

On the plain stood a lone tree. Tall and slender, its brittle branches stretched into the sky. A man walking by looked at it. In the middle of the day, the shadow was shorter than the tree itself, but when he came back at dusk, the shadow stretched off into the distance. He stood and waited for the sun to sink a little further, and he imagined the shadow finally reaching far enough that it touched the part of the Earth where it was already night.

He thought of night like a liquid, slowly washing across the surface of the planet, and he wondered if, now that he had a shadow that reached into it, if the night doesn't rush in like water into a newly cut channel, drawing it closer to him. He sat down in the shade, resting his back against the the trunk, and thought to himself that this was the earliest part of night. It didn't feel much different. Just a little cooler.

He held out his hand into the pale orange sunlight, and considered that now a small part of his body was still in the previous day while the rest of him had somehow skipped forward to tomorrow.

He drew his hand back and sat upright, cross-legged on the floor. In the dark he felt seperated from the daylight on either side, as if he were looking at the past: the way things were a few hours ago. It seemed distant. Untouchable. Unchangeable. These things he saw now had already occured some time ago.

He sat and waited for night to catch up and cover the rest of the plain, before he stood and walked back to his village.

Tiny Manu #87

2010-09-05T14:21:00.000+01:00

Dog Translucent #19

2010-08-28T10:17:00.004+01:00

So, after a gap of only sixteen years, I've written another Dog Translucent! Why the reason for this sudden revival? Well, I was thinking about all the recent updates of Sherlock and I wondered if I could jump on the bandwagon in some way, so I started working on a strip called "The Sherlock of Small Things" in which Sherlock solves uninteresting crimes using household hints and tips. While doing a bit of research, I realised I was basically writing another Dog Translucent strip, so Sherlock was dropped and DT proudly reintroduced.

It's the cat's meow #120

2010-08-21T15:45:00.003+01:00

Grime City PD World Premier

2010-08-14T12:12:00.005+01:00

So last night was the first screening of the sequel to Rocket Science, Grime City PD. I went along to bask in reflected glory, and was very impressed by the finish product. I'm not sure how many people from the animation industry were there - I wouldn't recognise them if they were. Then again, I wouldn't even recognise Nick Park unless he was wearing a bow tie and carrying an Oscar.

It's the cat's meow #119

2010-08-14T07:48:00.000+01:00

Finland

2010-08-13T13:17:00.002+01:00

Since I'm posting things off the internet today, here's Finland's entry into this year's "World's Scariest Cloud" competition.

http://www.hs.fi/thickbox/video/1135259206031?KeepThis=true

Weird goat-bird hybrid in Scotland

2010-08-13T10:33:00.004+01:00

Occasionally I like to look at places on Google Street View at random, and the other day I found myself on a remote country road in north Scotland. In the distance I saw some sheep, so clicked for a closer look, only to find something strange about one of them. One was a goat, but it seemed to have wings. I looked at it for a bit, and even counted the number of legs to make sure it wasn't two animals, one in front of the other. I wonder how much you can expect to pay to eat goat wings...

Sigmund Freud and the analysis of dreams

2010-08-08T18:54:00.001+01:00

Tiny Manu #86

2010-08-07T16:51:00.001+01:00

It's the cat's meow #118

2010-08-03T11:56:00.002+01:00

Tiny Manu #85

2010-08-01T10:32:00.001+01:00

A ridiculous goal celebration

2010-08-01T07:29:00.003+01:00

This video, on La Repubblica's site, shows an Icelandic team with a particularly detailed and well-thought out goal celebration. The title of the page is "The Most Absurd Way To Celebrate A Goal" and it's difficult to disagree, especially since it was only a penalty!

It's the cat's meow #117

2010-07-26T17:18:00.002+01:00

A tiny bit of Tiny Manu

2010-07-23T17:12:00.002+01:00

It's the cat's meow #116

2010-07-22T21:47:00.000+01:00

Tiny Manu #84

2010-07-19T11:43:00.003+01:00

It's the cat's meow #115

2010-07-17T13:31:00.002+01:00

This is not a photo blog #3

2010-07-17T08:02:00.001+01:00

This is still not a photo blog

2010-07-13T19:50:00.001+01:00

Still not writing much, but potato drain is still potatoey.

It's the cat's meow #114

2010-07-03T12:52:00.001+01:00

This is not a photo blog

2010-07-02T19:08:00.001+01:00

I hardly wrote anything this week. I did, however, find a drain with potatoes in it.

Tiny Manu #83

2010-06-26T11:41:00.002+01:00

Thanks to Sam for this joke, and this leads me neatly into saying that the sequel to Rocket Science is completed. The screening of Grime City takes place on the 13th August at the Cube Cinema in Bristol, and I'll be bringing you all the showbiz gossip from the evening.

It's the cat's meow #113

2010-06-20T12:43:00.001+01:00

Tiny Manu #82

2010-06-19T15:07:00.002+01:00

It's the cat's meow #112

2010-06-12T17:42:00.001+01:00

It's the cat's meow #111

2010-06-05T11:33:00.000+01:00

Tiny Manu #81

2010-05-31T08:58:00.002+01:00

Based on a true story. In Bristol museum there is a sort of board game that you can play with these kinds of messages on some squares. I mean, it's nice that we're not patronising our children, but it's a lot to take in.

In Retro Veritas #7

2010-05-30T11:14:00.000+01:00

Tiny Manu #80

2010-05-22T15:23:00.000+01:00

Tiny Manu #79

2010-05-16T20:51:00.000+01:00

It's the cat's meow #110

2010-05-15T14:46:00.001+01:00

Tiny Manu #78

2010-05-09T18:41:00.002+01:00

Internet dating, eh?

2010-05-09T16:39:00.003+01:00

In Retro Veritas #6

2010-05-06T21:45:00.002+01:00

How to win at elections

2010-05-03T18:24:00.002+01:00

It's the cat's meow #109

2010-05-01T16:01:00.001+01:00

In Retro Veritas #5

2010-04-25T10:30:00.000+01:00

The strip that writes itself #15

2010-04-24T20:20:00.001+01:00

It's the cat's meow #108

2010-04-24T11:54:00.006+01:00

Based on Schrödinger's cat (a hypothetical scenario used to explain some obscure part of quantum physics) in which a cat is placed in a box with poison and so, as far as the universe is concerned, is both alive and dead until we open the box. It's my attempt at satire and also ties in nicely with tonight's episode of Doctor Who which sees the return of the Weeping Angels, who cannot move if they're being observed in some kind of quantum-style jiggery pokery.

Tiny Manu #77

2010-04-18T17:28:00.003+01:00

It's the cat's meow #107

2010-04-17T11:55:00.002+01:00

In Retro Veritas #4

2010-04-16T17:25:00.003+01:00

By the way, the game I mention called Blink is a new (well, new-ish. It was written in 2003) text adventure which I really enjoyed since it had a nice sense of humour and some clever puzzles. The link takes you to a page where you can download it for a ZX Spectrum emulator, or you can play it online here.

Grime City PD

2010-04-07T18:19:00.002+01:00

I am writing comic strips, honest.

http://www.grimecitypd.com/

The one up there now is one of mine.

Tiny Manu #76

2010-04-02T12:30:00.002+01:00

It's the cat's meow #106

2010-03-21T12:20:00.003Z

Actually, the site is called Garflied Minus Garfield. It's very funny at first but before long you realise it's a man by himself spouting non-sequitors.

Back in Osaka

2010-03-10T22:49:00.004Z

And so the wheel turns full circle and I'm back where I started for a couple more days before I fly back. Tokyo gave me a bit of a shock one evening when it started snowing. I was walking back to the hotel and I looked up with a rueful smile at my bad luck. What I should've done was grab someone and demand an explanation, as the snow soon picked up and was whipped about by a pretty merciless wind. As I approached Shinjuku I was impressed by the sight of the skyscrapers disappearing up into the low cloud, their lit windows gleaming while the snow flurried around. I would've taken a photo, but my hands were two blocks of ice and refused to do anything fiddly like operate a camera or even open and close.