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RE: https://mastodon.social/@histoftech/117433728492602099
Ugh, Grace Hopper Celebration has been cancelled for this year due to a lack of funding. Sorry to all those who were hoping to attend and will now miss out on all of it. GHC has been an important community for women (and other non-cis-males?) in tech.
Teads gains programmatic access to Wolt and Gopuff ad slots via Koddi: Sponsored Product Ads and Display slots on Hopper and other Koddi networks become buyable in Teads Ad Manager. Pricing, fees and new formats remain undisclosed. https://ppc.land/teads-gains-programmatic-access-to-wolt-and-gopuff-ad-slots-via-koddi/ #Teads #AdTech #ProgrammaticAds #DigitalMarketing #Wolt
🤖 One command (npx rea-agents setup) registers REA with #ClaudeCode, #Codex, #Cursor, #GeminiCLI, Grok Build and any agent that supports local MCP servers, including matching workflow instructions. Existing configs are backed up first.
🧬 Native binaries return pseudocode, assembly, strings, symbols, calls and references via #Ghidra, #Hopper or #IDA. Go binaries reveal compiler version, modules and build settings without a Go install.
I’m a soppy old git!
I SHOULD OPEN BY STATING THAT Ceeteejackson.com IS THE SOLE AUTHORIZED HOME OF MY WRITING.
Sheesh!
I’ve changed.
A lovely thing happened to me at the weekend. (See? There I go, already. I’d never have opened a paragraph with that phraseology in the past. I’m a bloke, for goodness sake. ‘Lovely things’ only happen to girls / women, not grumpy, cynical old geezers.
(At best, a ‘lovely thing’ would have merited the accolade of being ‘OK, I suppose,’ as I’d have deliberately played down the actual lovelyness of the ‘thing.’)
Anyway, I was at a school reunion on Saturday afternoon and evening. It was the third such event my cohorts have arranged, although this time, with us all now being of a certain age, it was agreed an early start / early finish was more appropriate.
The occasion for celebration was the 50th anniversary of most of us leaving school.
A few of those attending have kept in touch with each other over the years, and of course the advent of social media encouraged some distant contact. But in the main, we had not seen many of our childhood friends for fifty years at least.
One such pal from the past had travelled the length of the country to be in attendance. He left school a year before me, so it was just over fifty-one years since we’d last met.
I clocked him and his younger sister immediately and we quickly re-introduced ourselves. As we chatted, he drew out from the bag he was carrying, a copy of my book ‘A Space Hopper Killed My Hamster … amusing tales of growing up in the ’60s & ’70s.’
The book, as I may have bored you with before, is mainly centred on my schooldays and later teen-years in Bearsden, a leafy suburb of Glasgow. Although the stories will reflect the antics and experiences of any child of that time, be that in the UK or indeed the western world, the book has a particular relevance for everyone in that room on Saturday.
And so, my pal’s younger sister had bought him a copy of the book some months previous.
That in itself was nice to know. But the reason he’d gone to the extent of bringing it down to our get-together, was this: his adult son has a ‘learning condition’ (please excuse me if I’ve used the incorrect term) but certain things stick with him, and my pal had explained to him why he was going away to this event, and described who he was going to meet from his the days of his youth.
He knew his son would excitedly ask if he’d met the author of this book and so, I was asked to sign it for him. And have a photo taken.
(I’m not built for this minor celebrity status – I always feel so awkward when asked to do this, but of course I was happy to do so.)
Anyway, it was only later that evening when I staggered back into my home and bored the arse off my wife, regaling her with tales of the evening, that I realised how much that wee instance meant to me.
In recent months, I have become very disillusioned with writing. The publication process; the never ending amount of e-mails from marketing / promotion scammers; the over-complicated and costly Amazon Ads, without which it’s so difficult to have your book noticed amongst the millions of others, the bleedin’ tax man looking for a cut … it can all become so demorailising.
But in that moment, and I don’t mind admitting, as I recounted the detail and found myself tearing up a little, I realised just why I do continue writing. (The emotional thing is a combination of seven pints of lager and a common after-effect experienced by others like me who have survived a Sudden Cardiac Arrest).
It’s not the money. It’s not the ‘fame.’ I don’t chase either.
I write because my efforts make people smile.
And that, quite honestly, means more to me than anything.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go get a tissue – the air conditioning in here seems to be making my eyes water. 😉🤣
I really am a soppy old git.
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Der größte Billardweltmeister aller Zeiten wurde am 11. Oktober 1887 geborenWilliam Frederick Hoppe *11. Oktober 1887
Willie begann mit fünf Jahren Billard zu spielen, und zwar so gut, dass sein Vater, ein überschuldeter deutschstämmiger Hotelbesitzer aus dem Staat New York, beschloss, sein Geld lieber mit ihm und seinem ebenfalls billardbegabten Bruder Frank zu verdienen.#Billard #Weltmeister #WilliamFrederickHoppe
“‘Scenius’ stands for the intelligence and the intuition of a whole cultural scene. It is the communal form of the concept of the genius.”*…
The Hope & Anchor in Islington, a notable pub rock venueZachary Hastings Hooper on Mark Wilkerson‘s Pub Rock, an appreciation of a now largely forgotten legacy…
The history of popular music is one of continual evolution, with one generation inspired by and then replaced by the next. Think the Beatles and Rolling Stones usurping their idols Buddy Holly and Muddy Waters. In the U.K., conventional wisdom holds that the pretension and precision of early 1970s prog rock acts like Yes and Genesis were smashed by the intentional amateurism and outrage of later-decade punk rockers such as the Sex Pistols and the Clash. This is perhaps best represented by the image of Johnny Rotten’s “I Hate Pink Floyd” t-shirt.
Pub Rock (Bloomsbury), a new book by Mark Wilkerson, biographer of Pete Townshend and Thunderclap Newman, shines some light on the overlooked genre of pub rock that catalyzed the shift from prog to punk. Wilkerson traces the genre’s birth in London pubs in the early seventies and its gestation of the world-shattering punk and New Wave scenes that followed.
I’m the audience for this book. As a teenager honing his musical tastes in the late eighties, I was introduced, by MTV and college radio, to the sounds of angry young men like Elvis Costello, Nick Lowe, and Graham Parker. Digging into their back catalogs, I discovered that Lowe especially was deeply intertwined with something called pub rock; his old band, Brinsley Schwarz, had been a major player in that scene. At the same time, I realized that Stiff Records—home to Lowe, Costello, and Parker, as well as the Damned and Madness—was run by two pub rock managers [see here]. In a sense, I’ve been waiting for this book for decades. And now that it’s here, I’m happy to dust off some old records while cueing up some new (to me) selections.
Wilkerson characterizes pub rock as “simply music that was played in pubs. A diverse mix was represented there: Roots rock, country, R&B, soul and rock’n’roll—both the good-time variety and the harder-edged stuff.” Unlike the sounds dominating airwaves and filling stadiums, pub rock was unadorned and earnest. It was neither glam nor grandiose.
While sonically similar to more mainstream rock and roll, pub rock had a slyly subversive allure. These seemingly square guys (yes, they are all guys) were about to birth punk. Every budding music snob tries to earn their bona fides with obscure knowledge. So learning that the dude behind “Cruel to Be Kind” had a previous professional life and that “(What’s So Funny ’Bout) Peace Love and Understanding” was a cover gave me an undeserved sense of superiority.
Pub Rock is part of the 33 ⅓ Genre series of primers on musical subgenres. It hews to the imprint’s mission, offering a quick, accessible entry point to a genre with little or no knowledge required, just curiosity. Like any good synopsis of a genre or musical scene, it sends the reader off to their favorite streamer or record store in search of a new listen or three.
In the age of the algorithm, we’re accustomed to being told, “If you like X, you’ll like Y.” However, snapshots like Wilkerson’s go beyond the “what” to tell you why you should add Dr. Feelgood or Brinsley Schwarz to your playlist.
As the book’s title indicates, the scene grew around a series of pubs in London. Groups like the Rolling Stones, the Yardbirds, and the Band strongly influenced the nascent pub rock bands, but as Wilkerson notes, pub rock arose as big-name British acts were increasingly focused on selling out stadiums in America, and economic pressures were closing the venues that sustained the sixties scenes. Pubs, which had historically featured jazz acts, gave new bands opportunities to hone their skills and build followings. Wilkerson posits that intimate venues forced bands to up their game: proximity to Carlsberg-swilling audiences meant that you had to play your instruments and entertain the crowd without hiding behind light shows and heavy amplification.
The pub rock movement yielded a couple of minor hits, notably Ace’s “How Long,” now a staple of yacht rock radio. But many of its key figures became leaders in the punk and New Wave era. Ian Dury from Kilburn and the High Roads became the iconic leader of the Blockheads, while John Mellor from the 101ers became the even more iconic Joe Strummer of the Clash. Ace’s Paul Carrack had chart-topping success with both Squeeze and Mike + the Mechanics. The aforementioned Lowe went on to chart success as a solo artist, producer, and songwriter. Parker and Dave Edmunds enjoyed long careers. And pub rock’s DIY ethos—finding new places to play, hauling your own gear, building audiences from scratch—directly inspired the punk and New Wave scenes that followed.
It’s been said the Velvet Underground and the Ramones only sold a few copies of their debut albums but everyone who bought them started a band. It could be suggested that, similarly, everyone who encountered Eggs Over Easy or Brinsley Schwarz at the Tally Ho did the same. Artists as diverse as the Sex Pistols, Costello, Madness, and the Stranglers trace their roots to pub rock shows…
“Punk’s Pub Crawl,” from @ctrrelpol-washu.bsky.social.
For more, and videos of exemplary pub rock performances, see “Raising the bar: the chaotic story of pub rock.”
And for more listening suggestions, see “A beginner’s guide to pub rock in five essential albums.”
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As we give credit where credit is due, we might recall that it was on this date in 1976 the one of the core pub rock bands, Dr. Feelgood, scored their only No.1 UK album when their live LP Stupidity went to the top of the charts– the first ever live album to go to No.1 in the UK chart in its first week of release.
Hear it here.
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https://www.europesays.com/no/383477/ Brann, Politi | Syv personer berget fra brennende hus: – Fire måtte hoppe fra 2. etasje #art #Brann #BreakingNews #BreakingNews #FeaturedNews #FeaturedNews #Headlines #helgeland #LatestNews #LatestNews #News #NO #Norge #Norway #Nyheter #Overskrifter #Politi #story #TopStories #TopStories
Princess Charlotte looks ‘amazed’ as she travels on tube with Kate Middleton
The Princess of Wales and Princess Charlotte proved they’re just like any other mother-daughter duo as they hopped…
#EuropeSays #Britain #Europe #EU #London #britishroyals #katemiddleton #PrincessCharlotte #Royalty #ThePrincessofWales
https://www.europesays.com/britain/141972/
Beautiful last camping weekend of 2026. Had the family up for Thanksgiving around the fire.
