Last night we had no broadband which meant I couldn’t play with Netlogo, the programmable modelling environment we’ll be using for the complex systems MOOC I’m doing. I did watch the YouTube demo and although it looks like we’ll be using ant colonies for the first few homework sessions my mind is already working overtime trying to work out what data our organisation holds that could be fed into it.
Yesterday’s lecture was an interview with David C Krakauer, a theoretical biologist whose research looks at the evolutionary history of information processing mechanisms in biology and culture, with an emphasis on robust information transmission, signaling dynamics and their role in constructing novel, higher level features – I’d love a look at his CV!
He was fascinating and I’ll be adding him to my next #epicdinnerparty guest list because I think he’d be a great conversationalist. On the other hand I’d love to be a fly on the wall if he’s in a room with other theoretical biologists because I’m guessing they’d be talking gobbledegook.
Because I couldn’t get on to the web last night I watched the fourth instalment of My Mad Fat Diary. I missed the first two but now I’m riveted. I suspect teenagers face the same issues no matter what decade we’re in so I can relate to a lot of it – yes, one of my school friends had an abortion, another tried suicide, one came out, we all fancied each other at different times, parties were had when parents were away and so on and so on. The music on My Mad Fat Diary is much better than the music from my teenage years though. Back then the charts were full of Soft Cell, Duran Duran and The Human League whereas I preferred the Cure, Siouxsie, The Sisters of Mercy, Dead Can Dance and The Cocteau Twins. The music from the show is early Oasis, Primal Scream, The LAs, The Charlatans – all the bands I reviewed and/or interviewed for the paper. I didn’t pay for a single gig for 14 years because I was always on the guest list. It was a brilliant time to be a music journalist – Madchester, raves before MoS and Cream took over and Britpop. This is the soundtrack to one of the favourite times of my life.
So now I’m hooked on the show I have to read the book that spawned it all – My Mad Fat Diary by Rea Earl. I’ve just bought the Kindle version but I may try to keep my eyes off it till the holiday in France.
To add to my relationship with my butcher I’ll also be developing my relationship with my fishmonger. We’re lucky enough to have a fish van that parks up outside the office on a Friday lunch time.
As well as the usual fayre if you phone on a Tuesday you can put in an order for scallops, langoustines, sea bass, whatever you fancy.
Today I got some lovely haddock and some undyed smoked haddock for during the week. Later in the year he also has beautiful dressed crab which I buy, along with a packet of handmade Scottish oatcakes. Nom 🙂
Today I have learned:
- crab season starts in March
- if you caught a crab out of season it would be full of water – ick
Fish and chips
2 white fish fillets (I used haddock but any white fish will do)
2 slices brown bread
1 tsp cayenne pepper
1 egg, beaten in a shallow bowl
1 tbsp plain flour
sunflower oil for frying
Lemon and chips to serve
Method: Whizz up the bread and cayenne in a food processor to make breadcrumbs (you can do it by hand with a grater quite easily if you don’t have a processor).
Put the flour on a dinner plate and tip the breadcrumbs onto another dinner plate.
Dip the fish first into the flour, then the egg then coat with the breadcrumbs and set aside. Repeat with the other fish fillet.
Heat the oil to medium heat and fry for about 4-5 minutes each side till golden. Put on kitchen towel to soak up any extra oil. Serve with the chips and lemon wedges with salt, vinegar and a selection of sauces on the table.