Clock change day

 Ah, Easter Sunday and an hour extra in bed as the clocks in the east of Australia went back an hour for winter.

Well, that was the plan, but nobody had told the cats so we were leapt on and meowed at when their morning kibble did not appear at what would have been seven fifteen the day before and is now of course six fifteen.

We held out and ignored them until a bit before seven, before giving up and feeding them.

But of course it underlines just how artificial time and time zones are as a construct.

Before 1895, when standard timezones were introduced in Australia (UTC+8 in the west, +9 in the centre and +10 in the east) time was based on the time in the colonial capital, meaning that Melbourne was roughly twenty minutes behind Sydney, and passengers changing from the NSW railways standard guage train to the Victorian broad guage train had to adjust their watches accordingly.

Given that the trains were pretty slow, it probably made no practical difference, and of course there were no time dependent cross border media.

Later on, South Australia found that being an hour behind Melbourne was inconvenient and changed to UTC +9h30, which again, as no one much lived west of Port August or Port Lincoln really wasn't a problem.

Until October 1916, Ireland used Dublin time which again was round about twenty minutes behind London. Doing so gave people in the west of Ireland a little more light in the mornings, and as the only means of getting to Ireland from the UK was by comparitively slow steamship, the time difference didn't matter that much, there was no radio or tv, and telephones were rarely used for business, and telegrams probably took the best part of an hour to be delivered, possibly longer.

And while most countries had changed to a standard timezone offset - either on the hour or more rarely the half hour  by the nineteen twenties, not all did, with Liberia only changing in 1972.

And until the internet came on the scene, to be honest it probably didn't matter that much.

Clocks and watches had to be changed manually when you crossed timezones and aircraft and train schedules could incorporate an allowance for a timezone change.

With the internet and the need to synchronize and timestamp files things changed.

In fact in the early days of TCP/IP networking in the UK when things were not as reliable as they are today, I used to dread clock change day, with some servers on our NFS based pc network failing to update correctly, requiring a reboot and resync, but then it was only twice a year.

Nowadays, the only reason for lining up on the half hour or hour for our timezone in bureaucratic niceness, the computers, phones and the rest of our booming buzzing electronic confusion could handle wierd time offsets and daylight savings  reliably.

Perhaps just not the cats...

Getting back into it

 Obviously, since we've been away there's been no cataloguing for a month now.

Normally, today would be my day at the Athenaeum, but since today's Good Friday, the Athenaeum is closed.

I'd been planning to get some work done next Friday, but that's suddenly looking a bit iffy with the power company threatening to turn off all of Stanley that day

I could manage without power for a morning by using my portable internet modem, a powerbank, and trusting that the battery in my old Thinkpad holds up for a cataloguing session (actually I could take a second machine as a backup device if needs be) but the problem is the light.

While the Athenaeum has, like a lot of nineteenth century public buildings, tall windows to catch the light (take a look at an old school building or library building to get the idea), there's a possible health and safety issue climbing up and down the ladder if the light's poor, so I guess we'll just have to see what happens on the day - after all the electricity people could decide to postpone the work at the last minute.

Otherwise I've been catching up with some possible leads about Joseph King's cheap circulating library in Norwich.

It's a bit of a puzzle - 1841 is very early for the collection - we have very few books from before the mid 1850s as the Athenaeum was only founded in 1863. 

What we do know is that many books were bought second hand from book importers some of whom bought up stock from failed circulating libraries in the UK.

Did Joseph King simply keep older books among his stock - we'll probably never know, but if we could find out when he was in business we can speculate with a purpose.

The other thing I did was read an interesting paper about coffins in nineteenth century Sheffield. I know it sounds macabre, but often coffin plates are the only way of identifying early goldrush era graves - any wooden grave makers having vanished long ago.

Coffin plates, and other coffin furniture are also potentially interesting. Due to a desire to treat the dead with respect, they were imported from the early days of the Australian colonies

This is an example from Tasmania in 1840, but coffin plates are also among the imported ironmongery advertised in the Sydney Gazette in 1820

meaning that stylistic changes in coffin furniture in England could be used to tentatively date early colonial burials in Australia and New Zealand where no records exist...

Quokkas and fur seals

 As I've said elsewhere we've been on holidays to the south western corner of WA.

Perhaps not the best time to go travelling, but we had no problems filling our little rented MG, the weather was good (more or less) and we had a good time.

As always most of what we did was really only of interest to ourselves, but I'd certainly recommend a trip out to the west of the west.

We flew to Perth and spent a couple of days adjusting to the time difference before picking up our rented car and driving south to Margaret River.

We didn't stay in Margaret River, but in the small coastal community of Gnarabup, which while touristy - a couple of good swimming beaches - is not over run with backpackers and campervans.

While in Gnarabup, we had a day trip to Busselton, stopping for coffee in Cowaramup where the locals have done this whole cow thing installing fibreglass cow sculptures on the main street

and souvenirs such as fresian patterned bucket hats and t-shirts.

Busselton has a decent art shop, which allowed J to stock up on art materials for the trip. While there I had a gander at the anomalous post box - it's very much a nineteenth century New South Wales post box

still in use and made by the Paragon Foundry in Pyrmont - how it ended up on the other side of the country is a bit of a puzzle, especially as pre Federation WA post boxes are a simpler hexagonal design as in this example by J & G Ledger from outside the outpost of the WA museum in Augusta

From Busselton we drove back via Cape Naturaliste and its lighthouse - Virginia wasn't in - and where we had a little bushwalk through the coastal scrub and I realised that I knew nothing about the plants and animals of WA.

Sure there were plants that looked like what you would expect in any windswept coastal ecology, and doing the jobs you expected, but when you looked closely, they were different, in some cases very different from their east coast equivalents.

After Gnarabup we moved on to Pemberton, looping down via Hamelin bay where the stingrays come in to the shallows to interact with these funny pale skinned bipeds on the beach and Cape Leeuwin, where the lighthouse is hidden behind a fairly ugly chain link fence, and then on to Augusta, before heading inland through the Kari forest to Pemberton, once a logging town, then a centre for the Orange People, and now simply a town trying to adjust to a changing economy.

While we were in Pemberton, I turned seventy, and to mark that event we had a ride on the tourist tram that runs on a section of the old railway line

Cheesy and geeky, but fun to let my inner railway nerd out, and what better a time to do it than on my 70^th.

From Pemberton, we spent time in D'Entrecasteaux national park before driving along the coast to Denmark which was in the news a few years ago when an emperor penguin washed up on the coast, but is basically just a relaxed surfy kind of place.

While in Denmark we doubled back one day to Walpole for a high octane ecological boat tour - The guide, Gary Muir, talked at about a hundred kilometres an hour for the whole tour, about how the local quokka population had developed a natural resistance to the 1080 bait used to control fox and feral cat populations, about microplastic pollution, the impact of chytrid fungus on native frogs, and much more besides.

From Denmark we moved on to Bremer Bay, a little township on the edge of the emptiness, before heading back to Perth via Katanning.

Katanning has a reputation as a vibrant multi cultural centre with a substantial Cocos Malay population.

Not on a Sunday. The town was closed - perhaps the fact it was also Eid didn't help, but all the interesting ethnic restaurants were closed and we ended up with a very nice pizza and a couple of beers in the hotel bar.

After dropping the car off in Perth, we got the train down to Fremantle

 

where we stayed in a short term business apartment for a few days, which allowed us to have a day on Rottnest island, a swim, and to see the quokkas

not to mention some New Zealand fur seals

characteristically sticking their flippers out of the relatively warm water to keep cool. And the water was relatively warm, allowing us a final swim at Little Armstrong Beach.

And then our holiday was over, and there was a cyclone threatening. The day before we left it was blowing half a gale when we walked to the shipwreck museum to see the hull of the Batavia

On the morning we flew out it was pouring with rain - like serious cyclonic rain - and the plane was over Esperance before we left the cyclonic weather system behind. It had been raining so heavily when we boarded the airbridge was leaking and there was a man standing by the leak with a strategically placed umbrella to deflect the worst of it...

And we're back

 

Several mammoth test and diagnostic sessions later including crawling on the floor and plugging an old Linux laptop directly into the fibre optic transceiver (needed a wired ethernet connection and new slimline laptops often don't have one), and running followup tests the next day, we seem to have a fast and stable connection.

It's actually quite a bit faster than shown above, the screenshot is from an Android tablet, never the fastest device.

So, moral of the story, make sure you have a device with an ethernet port AND a spare ethernet cable in case you need to play at being a technician.

I do wonder what people who are not technically astute do...

In Limbo

Today started out well enough, a pleasant if sticky and sweaty pre dawn bike ride - we’re sliding down the hill into autumn and sunrise is now a little before seven.

I forgot to take my phone with me so I’m not sure of my performance, but it’s probably on a par with the previous week’s.

And then I spoiled it by contacting Telstra, our ISP.

We’re supposed to have a ridiculously fast 500Mbit/s connection - complete overkill but that’s what they upgraded us to in the last round of service improvements. Before that we had had a humble 100Mbit/s connection.

A few days before we went down to Mornington and Gippsland to see family, I’d run the Ookla speed test app on a whim and noticed we’d dropped back to 100Mbit/s.

In practical terms, it made no difference to our internet use - perhaps pages were imperceptibly slower to load, and we could still watch the tv shows we regularly stream, so I left it.

When we got back on Sunday it was still sitting at around 100Mbit/s, so I put contacting Telstra on my to do list. Unfortunately, that's about as far as I got - as we all know adding things to to do lists are substitutes for action.

That was probably even more of a mistake, because yesterday morning I noticed that pages from the Guardian were slow to load, and when I ran the speed test app we were sitting somewhere between 15 and 20Mbit/s.

So I ran Telstra’s self help test routines and yes, we had a slow connection. Only download though, latency (ping) and upload were fine.

Telstra’s automated self help routine flagged this as odd and said it would automatically rerun performance tests over the next twenty four hours.

Well, when I checked my Telstra app this morning there was both a request to message them, and a note to say that it had been flagged as a possible cable fault with NBNco.

(NBNco is the government owned corporation that owns the physical infrastructure - Telstra, like every other ISP in Australia, simply provides the services that runs on top of NBNco’s cables and allied infrastructure.)

So I contacted Telstra and spent an hour messaging one of their techs back and forth while they tried to fix the problem.

By tweaking port configurations they managed to get near enough to a 100Mbit/s connection, but when they tried the configuration changes for a 500Mbit/s connection it all fell in a heap, and our modem defaulted to the emergency backup 10Mbit/s mobile connection service Telstra provide.

 

10Mbit/s is the original speed of ethernet, and you can email, browse the web and even listen to an audio stream - we have an internet radio and that kept happily playing Radio National in the background, and files could be saved to the cloud, if a little bit slowly.

Just about everything worked, except for TV streaming.

You could even watch little video thumbnails - not surprising, the original cu-SeeMe video calling tool ran happily on typical 1990‘s internet infrastructure, even if the image size was pretty small.

So while we’re not exactly disconnected from the planet, we’re not exactly connected either...

Time out for family stuff...

 Instead of my usual Friday cataloguing up at the Athenaeum, this weekend we took some time out to go and touch base with family members (and their cats).

What we did was good fun and probably of no interest to any one else - like a surprisingly good dinner in a country RSL, or a visit to a farmer's market in Gippsland, but in the middle of the trip we stopped off at Port Nepean Quarantine Station.

It's a large site, and strangely, neither of us had been there before, and on a hot dry Friday it was almost deserted apart from a school group who weren't there for the history, but to learn to ride bikes

We didn't really have time to explore the site properly, and it would most definitely repay a proper visit ...

It's Tuesday, it's another early morning bike ride

 Up well before the sun at around six this morning for an early morning bike ride

setting off in the almost dark, and glad of my second higher power headlamp for the first half of the ride, dodging bin trucks and the 0630 bus to the train station in Wangaratta, but very rewarding to see the clouds gradually turn pink as the sun came up.

One advantage of riding before it's fully light is that there are fewer early morning runners and dog walkers on the bike path - one curse is people with ear buds - they simply don't hear you if you ring your bell politely, meaning that I have to bellow 'behind you!' as loudly as I can to attract their attention.

Mind you I always say 'thank you' when they move off the track and always give oncoming runners as smile as well when they move off the centre of the track - after all we're all here on the same planet and we have to try and make this social cohesion thing work.

A little bit slower than last week, but that's because I stopped to talk to a carpenter on the way back to see if he'd be interesting in replacing some rotting weather board on my toolshed.

And then home for a shower and a cup of tea with what would once have been the morning paper, and is now a tablet computer and the Guardian online...