ARGH-dobe! Acrobat DC licence has either expired or not been activated

As Abobe increases the size of the various bits of bloatware in the Creative Suite package, I find myself using it less and less. 

However, one thing that I still do a lot is work with PDF files. I create text files in MS Word and save them as PDFs; I occasionally edit PDFs with Adobe Acrobat (although it's a bit of a clunky process: it's generally less of a faff to edit the original Word file and then export it as a PDF and overwrite the PDF file that requires editing) or if I haven't go thte .doc file, I use Acrobat to open PDFs that need to be edited and save them as Word files to get the data into a more accessible format.

Something that I have noticed happening a lot in the most recent releases of Acrobat (especially in Acrobat DC and in a of couple predecessors) when I try to save a Word file as a PDF is the irritating error message 

PDF Maker Your request could not be completed. Adobe Acrobat DC licence has either expired or not been activated

I've gone as far as un-installing and re-installing Creative Suite (which, when combined with re-booting Windows a couple of times, can blow an afternoon) without success, which only adds to the frustration and loathing.

However, there is a simple fix (although it's not well publicised on the many Adobe forum threads posted by frustrated users who just want to make a PDF with their costly bloatware): in the Windows Task Manager, find the Acrobat.exe and acrotray.exe processes and kill 'em.  Word will then be able to make PDFs again. 

And that's all there is to it.

Spooning BH

I knew there was a long production/delivery time on the BH spurtles, so when I joined that illustrious group of spurtle winners by not only sending in the correct answer to the BH news quiz, but also having it picked from the many other entries, I wasn't overly concerned when the spurtle didn't drop through my letter box after a few weeks.

After a few weeks had passed several times, and the seasons changed from summer to autumn to winter, I still wasn't overly concerned. I knew, after all, that these things took some time to manufacture (they are hand-crafted spurtles, turned from a single piece of wood). 

During the following spring, when a young man's thoughts traditionally turn to other things, I didn't give it much thought. I did, however, continue to send in answers to BH's Sunday morning quiz--sometimes even the right answer. 

"What a hoot it would be" I thought, when I started to think about it again, "if I won again and I ended up with *two* spurtles. Or a spurtle and a spoon, as the spurtles have now been discontinued. I wonder if anyone has ever won twice? Is it even allowed?"

Spring became summer and a more than a year had passed since I entered the elated state that comes with entry into the BH spurtle fraternity. Still I had not received my symbol of office. Had they forgotten me? Is there another, different, Eddie Duggan who, remarkably, had entered a winning entry that had been picked, co-incidentally, the same week I had managed to muster a correct reply? Or were more sinister forces at work?

As well as the occasional attempt at the quiz, I sent in the odd query as to the whereabouts of my wooden widget. Neither form communication elicited any meaningful response. Undeterred, I resolved to contact a member of the BH production staff directly and looked at the BH website to find the name and contact details of the programme editor.  Armed with the knowledge of the identity of the editorice, I needed only to form it into a BBC email address which, fortunately, I knew to usually be forename dot surname.

I was startled at the promptness of Jo's reply: "we are looking into this".

The following day brought another email from a different member if the production team. Scott wrote to say in lieu of a spurtle, "an extra large spoon" was winging its way to me.

The day after that, a mysterious package was delivered to my front porch: the eco-cred shabby chic of a recycled BBC envelope all but confirmed my suspicions. Had any doubts remained, the half-inch of wooden shaft cheekily protruding from the corner of the almost-large-enough envelope would have been enough to put them beyond all unquellability. 

Not only have I joined that rarified tribe of BH spurtle (and, latterly) BH spoon winners, but I am also the proud possessor of a lovely note from BH presenter Paddy O'Connell. Got wood indeed.

 

Getting Organized

To organise a conference, simply make a list of speakers and titles.

Next, use highlighters to identify themes and then cut into strips with a pair of safety scissors.

Finally, arrange all the bits on a grid and just keep swapping them around until you have a schedule that works.

Et voila!

http://bit.ly/RHDgoc

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Hello. My name is Eddie and I buy CDs.

There. Easy. I've outed myself. It was just like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting (or a typical fictional redition of the same, as repeated ad naseum in television drama and literature). But that doesn't tell the whole story of my musical consumption. Oh no, no, no, no, no. There's a lot more to it than that.

I have a stack of vinyl that I've been adding to for years, new and second-hand; LPs and singles. I've got cassettes (somewhere, although the 8-track cartridges are now long gone); both bought and home-made compilations. Then there are the downloads. Countless downloads, some burned to CD, others sitting on various storage devices. MP3, M4A, FLAC, SHN, and more esoteric formats gathered from various FTP sites (let's pause briefly to crack open a frosty in memory of bitstorm), or from peer-to-peer applications like Napster and Soulseek, or the arcane DC, or myriad trackers using bittorrent, or simple right-click and "save link as" from various music blogs, or even discs traded in the post ("leaf and vine"). I've seen it all, and I've done most of it, including making recordings of live performances and sharing them.

David Bowie, Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, October 1972.

The point is, a lot of the music I have is shared: shared by fans, often with the blessing of the artist. There are sites dedicated to facilitating the sharing of music. In these, the music is shared and the rules or protocols of sharing are closely guarded (or moderated): if someone reckessly, or even ignorantly, shares music from an artist on a proscribed list, or that is commercially available (there are times when something may circulate happily as a bootleg for years, and then will be officially released, as in the case of David Bowie's Santa Monica '72, which was eventually released as a "legitimate" album some twenty-odd years after the show), the files will be deleted and a moderator will publicly admonish the offender.

(Ironically, the rare "collector's" material that I used to search out in London record shops and buy for "top dollar" -- bootleg vinyl sold for about twice the price of a legitimate release -- became much less rare and much less expensive, thanks to the internet and the culture of file sharing.)

Along with sites like Dimeadozen, Mindwarp Pavillion, UbuWeb, etc., The Internet Archive is a great respository of free music (that is, free to play or to download or to share). Only last night I grabbed four shows by The Handsome Family from The Internet Archive while listening to their third album, In The Air, via my Spotify subscription. There's even a note on the Internet Archive, posted by the uploader, in which Rennie Sparks gives permission for the shows to be shared online (Hi Rennie!). I'm currently on a Handsome Family binge because I'm getting excited about going to seem them play in Norwich next week -- I've had the tickets for the show pinned to the noticeboard for weeks -- and I've had their latest album, Wilderness, on "pre-order" on Amazon since I bought tickets for the show. Can you see where this piece is heading? Have you caught  the general drift...?

I tend to buy what might be called "independent" recordings of little-known or non-mainstream artists as a way of supporting artists whose work I enjoy. (I don't really go in for much "mainstream" stuff, but as I stay still, tastes around me may change). I also support my favoured artists (not to mention petrol and train ticket retailers, venue operators and beer sellers) by going to see live shows, buying programmes, t-shirts and other merchandise.  Along with discs or files of live or unlicensed recordings (or "ROIO" -- "Recordings Of Independent Origin"), I have ticket-stubs, t-shirts and CDs by a whole panoply of performers: Holly Cook, Cobra Killer, Shivaree, The Handsome Family, and so on and so on et hoc genus omne.

I haven't bought anything direct from The Handsome Family, but I get the impression that Rennie and Brett sit at home stuffing envelopes and writing personal notes to the people that do order stuff (I baulked at buying the "deluxe" edition of the latest album, consisting of a vinyl LP, download link for a digital copy of the record, an accompanying book of essays and art, a poster, and a set of six postcards -- a veritable bargain at $50 -- because the additional $40 for international postage was prohibitive). That sense is created by the quirky, DIY, home-made nature of their website, and because the site asks people if they would like to have the CD (or book, or whatever) signed. It's a nice touch: personal and quirky.

The CD, placed on a book cover near the window for lighting.

I have, however, bought the latest Olivier Libaux CD, Uncovered Queens of The Stone Age. Here, half of la hommes derniere Nouvelle Vague, if you follow my Frangalis, has gone out on a limb to make an album of covers of Queens of The Stone Age. Now, I am not familiar with QotSA, although I do know Mark Lanegan became a member of the band, and I have enjoyed hearing Lanegan's collaborations with Isobel Campbell, and have, of course, seen the pair (Lanegan and Campbell) in concert and have bought the three CDs featuring their collaborations (Ballad of the Broken Seas, Sunday at Devil Dirt and Hawk). I have also greatly enjoyed Nouvelle Vague, and have bought several "special edition" CDs and have seen them perform live three or four times over the past few years.

It was, nonetheless, a bit of a punt to shell out €15 for a twelve track CD: Libaux's track record helped, as did the Lanegan connection, and there was also the fact that Ambrosia Parsley of Shivaree, and Skye Edwards of  Morcheeba, were performing vocals on a couple of the tracks. Everything else was unknown.

Unfamiliar but distinctly European handwriting

After some time -- about a week -- a CD-sized packet arrived  from France. The unfamiliar but distinctly European handwriting  that rendered the delivery address and return address was a nice touch. "Music for Music Lovers", on the back-flap, looked like it had been scribed along the guiding edge of a ruler. It sat above the return address, 2, Avenue Octave Greard, a place in the very heart of Paris, literally in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. What other personalised Parisian delights might I find inside? An autograph note from Olivier Libaux, perhaps: "bon chance, mon amie, et merci beaucaup, O. xxx"? 

Inside the packet was a CD, a postcard and a receipt for the transaction.  

The postcard, on a bookcover near the window for lighting

The text on the back of the CD reads as follows: "Then, the adventure began. I contacted singers -- some of my favourite voices in the world actually -- and they all said 'OK let's do it'. Thing is, I was in Paris, France. They were living in NYC, LA, Birmingham,London, Brighton,Seoul. So we did the whole thing using the Internet and modern technologies."

So far, so twenty first century: technology, internet, yadda yadda. Perhaps it would be remarkable to have been able to say "we were all in the studio together, with an upright bass, a farfisa, maracas a vintage semi-acoustic guitar hooked up to a fuzz box and a couple of Vox amplifiers. After rehearsing the material in the evening, we played through everything and captured it as a live  performance in one take. Afterwards, as we came out of the studio at about 4.30 in the morning, the sun was up, birds were singing and the air smelled of rain. We felt refreshed, as if we have been born anew." But I digress.

"Dear customer, bon chance, mon amie, et merci beaucoup"

The thing that stands out in the package is a line of text on the receipt: "Dear customer, this album you have just purchased has been made independently and on a tight budget. Please respect it, us and yourself. Don't share it online." It was only one line, but something about it rankled. Maybe it was the "tight budget" thing, or maybe it was that oft-used term "respect" sometimes rendered "respeck" following the popularity of the Ali G. pronunciation. Or maybe it was just the general tone of admonishment.

If "respect" is significant (if it isn't, why bring it up by typing it on the receipt?) then surely it's a two-way street. I wonder how a note to the Music For Music Lovers Team would go down if, along with the order for the disc, something along the following lines was included:

"Dear vendor, this album I have just purchased has been bought independently and on a tight budget. Please respect the transaction, me and yourself. Don't offend me by suggesting I might offend you by sharing this music with others."

 Meanwhile, following some brief exchanges with Brett and Rennie Sparks through some social media things on the subject of Spotify and Amazon purchases, I bought a couple of Handsome Family albums to fill the gaps in my back catalogue.  Somewhat remarkably, quite a short time after ordering the CDs, I received a twitter message telling me I had "won" a deluxe box set edition of their latest album, Wilderness.  No homilies, no nagging, no guilt-tripping. Just something that appeared to be mutual unvoiced respect.

Above: Carrot Top records made a video showing the goodies in deluxe box set

Love Comes In Spurtles

After many entries to the weekly quiz on BBC Radio4's Broadcasting House, some of which even included a correct answer, I have finally had my name pulled out of the metaphorical hat and have won one of the wonderful and legendary spurtles!

A Fistful of Spurtles

For those who don't know, a spurtle is a wooden stirring stick for porridge. (They used to offer a honey spoon, also known as a honey-drizzler or honey-dipper as a prize, but the drizzler went the way of all good things some time ago. "Say 'lavvy'" as we say to the French when when teaching them English).

This week's audio clue consisted of bits of Alan Partridge interspersed with sound snippets from Star Wars and Dr Who. I've preserved it for posterity via AudioBoo; hear it here: http://audioboo.fm/boos/1401959-it-s-fourteen-minutes-past-nine

"A-ha!" I thought: An Alan Partridge audio-clip is broadcasting shorthand for Norwich. Therefore, the answer must be the recent story concerning a contretemps between complementary communities at a recent UEA nerd fest. And indeed it was. Not only did I get the answer right, but I also got the wood too!

The winner of this week's quiz ... 

Back of the net!

I also found out that the man who gives BH its wood isn't the lovely Paddy O'Connell (YMMV) but a chap called Mark Allery who reveals all his in his Woodland Antics blog, along with a series of images: http://woodlandantics.wordpress.com/2010/12/15/bh-spurtle-hq/

(No, that's not him in the picture, that's someone else demonstrating the use of a honey-drizzler in Hundred Acre Wood)

Echoes in the blogosphere

Blogotrice Diana posted about David Parlett's recent public lecture in the UCS Arts & Hums blog, Exposure.

Read the entry here: http://ucsarts.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/fun-in-games/

Non-Digital Games Design Workshop with David Parlett

The UCS Computer Games Design course had a non-digital games design workshop on Wednesday, which was facilitated by award-winning games designer, author, games historian and consultant David Parlett. The theme of the workshop was race games. David is the inventor of the Spiel des Jahres winning race-game Hare and Tortoise and the author of many books and articles on games, including The Oxford History of Board Games.

Not Exactly "Free"

Adobe have put up various downloadables from Creative Suite 2 (aka CS2), along with serial numbers.

Downloadables include the full CS2 package, together with various components, downloadable individually. 

Among them are Acrobat 7 Pro (create PDF files); Audition 3.0 (audio editing); GoLive CS2 (web editing); InDesign CS2 (DTP); Illustrator CS2 (drawing); Photoshop CS2 (image editing); Adobe Premiere Pro CS2 (video editing) and After Effects (video effects). 

All the downloads, all the serials, all for free. But apparently it's not "free" as in "free for all", but free as in free for someone like an existing Adobe CS2 customer who already has the software, and would find it convenient to be able to download it again, together with a new serial number, for Windows, or for Mac, or for both.

http://www.adobe.com/downloads/cs2_downloads/

The URL above now redirects to a different page instead of loading the CS2 download page.

The CS2 download page can be found here: 
https://helpx.adobe.com/creative-suite/kb/cs2-product-downloads.html?promoid=19SCDRQK 

Other sins may be available

On the subject of signage, a local hostelry appears to have turned to sin mongering. A hand-written notice offers passers-by the opportunity to acquire some anger. I wondered if any other deadly sins were on offer (I proudly envy those who lust after gluttony) but sloth got the better of me.

Try a little trendiness

Voracious culture vulture that I am, I recently found myself at a Street Art event in the East End. Due to the vagaries of the public rail network, I arrived with time in hand [Traveller's Tip: planning your rail journey so you will arrive two hours early is a good way to ensure you will get to the event up to an hour before it starts].
In an attempted act of chronocide I wandered along nearby Brick Lane and happened upon this charming chalk board, bescrawled with witty wordage.
The adjacent establishment, far from being the iniquitous den implied by the board, turned out to be an uber-trendy coffee bar with a range suitably-priced snacks on offer. Refreshment was provided in the form of a shit-storm, which turned out to be a quadruple espresso served in a paper cup for the distinctly un-princely sum of two quid.

Street Cred

Belgian film-student Sofie Peeters decided to make the daily sexual harrasment she endured on the streets of Brussels the focus of a project for her course at RIT. The result was "Femme de la Rue". I read about it in this article in today's paper, and a short clip of the work is included with the article on the Guardian website.

A quick google leads to the full length work, which can be found contained within a Youtube video clip that starts with Sophie Peeters being interviewed on the Belgian televion programme Terzake [To The Point] followed by the "Femme de la Rue" documentary in its entirity. While it may be enlightening for about half the population to see from the point-of-view of the other half what harrassment looks like as it is recorded from Sophie Peeter's miniature video camera and hidden microphone, or from a camera used openly to record Sophie as she walked the vicinity of her flat in Brussels, it's interesting too that the project is presented in a way that emphasies the "I'm not racist but ..." aspect which, if it hadn't been explicitly brought up in the interview, I'm not sure I would have noticed.

One would have thought it sufficient that the footage recorded her experience: that the footage has to be presented in such a way that couches and qualifies her experience so as to carefully negotiate sensibilities of culture and race makes the project all the more delicate in its treatment of the topic. However, the greatest shame is that it had to be made at all.



http://www.facebook.com/femmedelarue

The Weakening of Lara Croft

Laurie Penny offers some interesting insight into the recent re-imagining of Lara Croft as victim in New Statesman. It's a shame that thought-provoking articles like this aren't a staple in publications aimed specifically at gamers (you know, the ones with the word "Games" or "Gamer" in the title).
 The comments below the article are also worth perusing.

Lara Croft and rape stories: breaking down the bitch

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What A Chucking Feat!

Japanesse boffins at Tokyo University have build a robot hand that is apparently unbeatable at Rock-Paper-Scissors. While this may seem like a remarkable feat in AI programming, all is not not as it might appear. 

Far from caclulating the odds, cranking through a complex algorithm that takes account of all the human opponent's previous moves, pulse rate, breathing, eye movement, endorphin levels, brain wave patterns and a range of other metrics that might have been lifted from a cyberpunk yarn, this tin wanking spanner is nothing more than a cheat. Apparently it uses a camera (seen behind the human hand in the video) to monitor the shape being formed and then plays the corresponding winning move. 

It's all done very fast, in milliseconds (which is a second with a lot of legs) so perhaps we should be impressed, but I can't help but think it's nothing more than cheating, albeit carried out rather quickly: quite literally, it's simply pulling a fast one.

 

The Applicant

A playable job application by Marius Fietzek.

Greasemonkey fix for Outlook OWA

I don't know anybody who says "I love Outlook" or "I really like the web-based email client at work". Most people hate it. It would be better if there was a system that allowed users to run their preferred client (like Thunderbird, or whatever) which, given the right settings, would function with work email.

But there's not.

It is possible to set up forwarding, however, so it's not all bad. But there are times when one doesn't want to reply to work emails using a separate Gmail account.

Every now and again, one has to actually open Outlook Web Access in order to send a reply. However, there is no "mark unread" function so if one clicks the wrong thing, there's no easy way to unclick. Googling for a fix, I stumbled across a Greasemonkey script which fixes OWA!

Here's the script:
http://david-burger.blogspot.com/2008/07/firefox-greasemonkey-outlook-web-access_19.html

Obviously, the Greasemonkey extension for Firefox will have to be installed first, and then click on the link in David Burger's blog post to download the script http://www2.hawaii.edu/~dburger/demos/owax.user.js

Install the script when prompted. Under settings, add the URL of the OWA page. Restart OWA and there are several new text buttons: select all, select nore, mark read, mark unread

I've never really used Greasemonkey before, so I'm very pleased to find I can use it for something useful and that my first attempt to use it actually worked!

Hardly Workin'

It's Thursday, so shut up ...

Bursting Bubbles

After watching this short TED talk on the personal bubbles that the web creates, I thought that maybe it's time to go back to Alta Vista, quondam search tool du jour, but then again, if people actively choose to get their news and information from one search engine, or from a single entity news site like Yahoo or CNN, and don't supplement it with LiveLeak, Ogrish, etc., then they're asking for a partial, blinkered view ...

Eyeball Massage / Mental States

There are two exhibitions showing at the Hayward Gallery at the moment, Pipilotti Rist's "Eyeball Massage" and George Condo's "Mental States". Visitors are free to take pictures or make video recordings of Rist's installations, but not of Condo's stuff. While there are signs in the Condo show in the upper gallery warning visitors against touching the exhibits (the "don't take pictures" signs are fewer, and more discreet), there's nothing in the downstairs gallery telling people that they can take pictures, nor anything to warn against touching. I had to point this out to an "invigilator" who objected to my pulling Pipilotti's swimsuit aside in order to get a better look at the video screen within.

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