Merry Christmas, everyone!
What's he up to, eh?
Christmas Eve and I’m at my Mum’s with Mo and Monty. I’ve a couple of more days of work this year, but I’m enjoying relaxing. Here‘s the Flickr set of our walk in the beautifuly Rouken Glen park.
And in case you can’t be arsed clicking the link, here are a few highlights:
Categories: Personal.
Started a show today featuring the formidable Margo MacDonald, MSP. I was aware of Ms. MacDonald before most other MPs-that-weren’t-on-Spitting-Image because my mum had gone to college with her, back when in Scotland you had to go to Aberdeen to learn how to be a P.E. teacher. My mum would never miss a chance to tell us when Ms. MacDonald was lying about her age; I was just chuffed she knew someone semi-famous.
I’ve only digitised and logged the footage so far rather than cut any of it, but the Member of the Scottish Parliament for Lothians is not only formidable, it turns out, but very funny, pragmatic, passionate and caring. It was she, after all, who campaigned for prostitute-tolerant zones in Edinburgh having worked directly with the girls and woman (mostly drug addicts) caught in the oldest profession — “seen the whites of their eyes,” as she puts it — only to have her bill rejected by the “moral” majority in parliament, whose morals were academic, distant and, in the end, no help at all to the victims of the situation. Her views on drug policy are equally practical, sensible and, of course, unpopular, borne of the desire to actually help people and reduce the problem, even though it precludes the lofty superiority of those less bothered by engaging with the reality.
In short, she’s the kind of gutsy, down-to-earth, yet highly intelligent heroine who gives Julia Roberts or Meryl Streep the chance to win Oscars. She cuts through the bull as a matter of course and can smell the shite in anyone else’s argument a mile away. She also cheerfully admits to lying about her age whenever she can.
I’m looking forward to this one. I always look forward to an edit, sure, but it never makes it less exciting to look forward to an edit. I just hope I can do the woman justice.
Categories: editing, Personal, politics, Recommendation, tv, Work.
The WordPress app for my phone never used to recognise this blog, and now it does. This pleases me, and to celebrate, I’m blogging directly from my phone for the first time.
The problem, boredom-seekers, lay with my xmlrpc.php file. Understand that before installing the WordPress app, I had no idea what an xmlrpc.php file was, but when I tried to add this self-hosted blog to the app it informed me that not only was I the owner of one, but that there was a problem with it. It seems rpc stands for Remote Procedure Call, and the file uses XML as an agreed format for allowing things like the WordPress app to affect the blog on my server. Or something. The problem is that my host, Namesco, doesn’t let anyone access the xmlrpc.php file as a matter of course because they’re afraid of hackers. I asked them to make an exception in this case, but they responded that none could be made, and if I really wanted to I could change the name of it manually (to something like xmlrpc_fart.php) and tell whoever was wanting to make procedure calls to my blog what I’d called it. Well I didn’t bother doing that. Can you imagine? “Hi, WordPress! Could you recode your iPhone app to look for xmlrpc_fart.php instead of xmlrpc.php just for me please? Ta.”. It turns out, though, that that’s just what they’ve done.
First with an update to v1 of the app and then with a separate app called WordPress 2, when it can’t find the xmlrpc.php it asks you for the new name you’ve chosen for the file. (I’ve cleverly misled the hackers by not calling mine xmlrpc_fart.php!)
So now I can use the app to blog. And I believe I just have.
Categories: Personal, Recommendation.