Here are my favourite TV streaming series from 2022, with links to their respective landing pages.
Here is my exercise data for 2022 as recorded by Apple Watch.
Total steps: 2,774,537
Total distance in Km: 2,485
Total distance in miles: 1,544
Charts and tables with the data are below. I only really started forcing myself to exercise more in April. So with the extra time in 2023, I might be able to hit 3,000 Km.
BTW the data for compiling these stats was exported from Apple Health in CSV format using HealthExport. A fantastic app.
Wired has published an article on How to Get Started on Mastodon. In response to the sudden growth of people moving from Twitter. Including me. Mastodon is where you’ll find me posting the stuff I used to post on Twitter.
The article is at https://www.wired.com/story/how-to-get-started-use-mastodon/
Find me on Mastodon dot Social at https://mastodon.social/@ianRobinson
I played cricket for Civil Service NI Cricket Club for a few decades. I wasn’t working in the civil service, but the club was open and the closest to my house in Dundonald, so I joined. I had tried another club slightly further away in East Belfast, but I didn’t like the atmosphere. A story for another time!
I had a great time playing for Service and have fond memories of the time and the people over those decades. Both of my teammates and opponents. Including one memory of being completely stitched up by a fast bowler in a game Service played against Shorts Cricket Club. That’s Shorts sports club associated with the famous aircraft manufacturing firm in East Belfast (not the club I alluded to above).
We were playing Shorts at their Inverary Avenue sports grounds near Belfast City Airport. Like many sports club grounds, this was used for cricket in the summer and football in the winter. The Inverary Avenue cricket wickets at the time had a reputation for being unpredictable when it came to bounce. Balls jumping from a good length or keeping low was common. Generally, they were pitches where it was better to be a bowler than a batsman.
As you probably know, in cricket everyone has to bat. Even the bowlers. I was a bowler who batted well down the order for all of my cricketing career. Not far enough down the order, I’m sure plenty of people I played with thought! If I had to bat, then things were not going well for the team.
On this particular day at Inverary Avenue, I didn’t get to bat for long on the exciting wicket the ground staff had prepared. From memory, I lasted three deliveries from a reasonably quick bowler on the Shorts team.
The first ball I don’t recall. The second I most certainly do. It was a genuine bouncer, not just an erratic bounce from the pitch. This was a time before helmets were compulsory at all levels in the game, and I wasn’t wearing any head protection.
I took guard (middle stump as always) and waited for the delivery. It was pitched short, bounced true, and followed a path towards my head. Rather than duck under it as would be the recommended course of action, I stood up tall and tried to lean backwards to let the ball pass in front of me. But it swung, as cricket balls will, and was still coming towards my head as I swerved backwards and stood on my toes at full height. I still recall the whistle from the spinning ball and the seam as it passed just under my chin. There was a breeze as it passed. Thankfully it didn’t hit me.
There was clapping and encouragement from the Shorts team to the bowler on an excellent bouncer. Fully justified as it was a superb bouncer. One that I would have been proud off If I had delivered it. But at that particular moment, I was technically a batsman, and from that perspective, I wasn’t a fan.
The bowler returned to his mark for the next ball. Given the speed and accuracy of the last delivery, I was expecting something similar again. The bowler ran in, bowled, and I heard the clatter of my stumps as he bowled me with a perfect yorker that I didn’t have time, or the skill, to keep out. It was a ball that was wasted on me. A very skilful bit of fast bowling.
I tucked my bat under my arm (something I had done a lot before) and walked off. I may have nodded at the bowler as I did so in acknowledgement of a job well-done, given the Bowler’s Union and all.
Seven articles and thirteen new music releases in this weeks post. Including details about the spectacular image of the Sun by Andrew McCarthy shown above.
I hit 92 Kg on the scales again last week. I feel sluggish in all areas when that happens. So I’m rebooting my life (dramatic or what?) this morning. Back on several wagons that have been gathering moss for a few weeks or more. Healthy eating (and less eating overall), more walking and exercise bike use, more studying for things that I need to have mastered before I die, and lots more writing. Both for paid technical clients and for my own pleasure in the fiction and non-fiction spaces.
My latest Weekly Digest on things that have caught my eye in the last seven days. Ten items, including two films, a brilliant streaming series, a musical drama, two music pointers, a few science items, and a cybersecurity article.
Now on HEY World. My Weekly Digest with pointers and commentary on things that have caught my eye in the last week. This week’s post has four items plus six new music pointers! An some of those music finds are song of the year contenders 😊
I ended a 40-year relationship this week. It was a relationship that started in my teens, and over the years it made me laugh, taught me a lot, and on several occasions, made me mad! But circumstances change, and it was time to end it and move on.
I’m talking about my subscription to New Scientist magazine. It was announced this week that the DMGT group was buying New Scientist. The DMGT group is Daily Mail and General Trust, which owns and controls the vile Daily Mail.
Of course, the usual assurances have been given about editorial independence. But do you know what? I don’t care if nothing changes at New Scientist as a result of this takeover. I refuse to give the £260 a year the subscription costs to anything owned by the DMGT group.
So, after 40 years. My relationship with New Scientist is over.
I’m starting a Weekly Digest newsletter tomorrow. The first issue is ready to go. This is a reboot of an idea I had in the middle of last year, but it petered out at the start of August. I’ve decided to start doing it again, but this time as a Twitter Revue email newsletter as well as the blog post. Email newsletters are the new hot thing. What goes around comes around! The blog version will be posted on my site (with RSS feed available), Medium, and LinkedIn. That might change when I see where people are reading it – if anywhere!
I plan to publish a new edition every Saturday. That’s a guarantee – there will only be one email on the Revue Newsletter feed each week. I won’t be spamming anyone who subscribes with loads of emails.
Each issue will have links and comments (where appropriate) on the things I’ve found interesting in the previous week. The content will be drawn from across news & current affairs, science, technology, any music, films, books I’ve discovered, and more topics that will be included when they pass in front of my radar and I think they are worth including. This first issue has a section of some COVID-19 articles that are worth reading. Hopefully at some point this year there will be no need for that section!. There will also be occasional longer opinion pieces that I will use to talk about subjects in more detail. When I think they are worthwhile.
Hopefully, this Weekly Digest will be useful to some people. It’ll be helpful for me as a way of marshalling my thoughts on topics, as I discovered when doing the blog only version in 2020.
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