Thinking about things that matter

I wasn’t in a position to keep up with the news last night; I was too busy looking up at a canopy of stars, talking to friends and colleagues, experiencing what it feels like to be homeless for one night. Great experience, especially when you can choose where and when, especially when it’s only once a year.

As luck would have it, yesterday turned out to be one of the coldest nights of the year, around 40 degrees Fahrenheit; this, on the banks of the Thames, with a gentle wind reducing the effective temperature even further. As I looked around, I watched people try and fashion makeshift windbreaks out of umbrellas and polythene sheets; struggling to cocoon themselves in sleeping bags with hands that had become stumps and eyes that wouldn’t stop watering; walking around trying to convince themselves that it would make them feel warmer. [An aside: the stump-like hands and frozen fingers meant that there weren’t many BlackBerries or iPhones in evidence.]

Sounds hard. Not really.

It was all too easy. After all, we had spent all day in warm offices with warm colleagues and warm bank balances. We were in reverse Cinderella time, the clock would strike and everything would go back to normal. We’d all had a decent meal for dinner, and we were all in anticipation of a decent breakfast.

The morning came and I could go home. Go home to a warm family and a warm shower and a warm bed. [I have never enjoyed a shower as much as I did this morning, allowing stinging needles of super-hot water to drive away every memory of the previous night’s cold.]

Byte Night is not about one night, it’s about the lives of children and youth that need help. Children and youth who don’t have the warm choices we have. Children and youth forced to leave home without warning, forced to sleep in doorways and abandoned cars and nooks and crannies.

Byte Night turned 10 yesterday, a decade during which around £2m has been raised. Amazing stuff, great testimony to the vision and hard work done of people like Ken Deeks and James Bennet, and a great reward for the incredible work done by the people in Action for Children. We raised a lot of money over the last few days. But we can raise more, so I’m going to keep the site open for a few more days. Link here. If you’re feeling warm when you read this, think about the people who aren’t. Enough said.

The first thousand pounds is the hardest….Byte Night update

You’ve been extremely generous, and we’ve passed £1000 in quick time. Amazing what the web makes possible.

We sleep rough on Friday. The weather forecast for Friday is not that brilliant, so this year we’re really going to be earning our Saturday morning tea and butties. Can I implore you to keep it up, and keep giving? It’s for a worthy cause.

Spiderman again

I’ve been following Camilo Villegas’ golf game for about a year now; he’s been the subject of no less than five posts since June 2008; during that time, he’s made two top 10 finishes in majors (including a top 4), won two tournaments in a row (including the TOUR championship last week) and just missed a $10m bonus for the Fedex Cup, losing to Vijay Singh by a whisker.
And, during that time, he’s moved over fifty places in the Official World Golf Ranking, from 58th to 7th. Delightful golf from a truly talented player. One to watch for next year’s Majors. You can’t say I didn’t tell you.
Here’s what was said in pgatour.com’s Live Notes about the Fedex Cup near-miss:
PLAYOFF POINTS (7 p.m. ET): A year ago, Tiger Woods won the FedExCup by 12,578 points. On Sunday, Vijay Singh won the FedExCup by 551 points over Camilo Villegas (click here for final FedExCup point standings).

Three things proved to be the difference in Singh’s win this year:

1) Regular-season positioning: Singh finished seventh in the regular season in FedExCup points; Villegas finished 42nd. That was a difference of 2,350 points when the points were reset entering the Playoffs.

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Villegas

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Singh

2) Villegas failed to make the cut at The Barclays by one shot. Had he made the cut, he would have received at least 2,098 points (the total Paul Goydos received by finishing last at The Barclays after making the cut).

“The only thing I can tell you is I was battling hard to make that cut,” Villegas said Sunday when asked about The Barclays. “… That’s the way this game goes. If I knew that was the case, I don’t know what I would have done different. But you’ve just got to be in the present.”

3) Singh won The Barclays after extending the playoff by making a 26-foot birdie putt on top of Sergio Garcia‘s 27-foot birdie putt. The difference between first and a tie for second (Kevin Sutherland was also in the playoff) at The Barclays was 4,600 points.

Byte Night

Love it or hate it, we work in a profession that has been kind to its participants over the years. Kind in terms of challenges and learning, kind in the context of personal development and career progression, kind when it comes to earnings and security. Of course, there have been peaks and troughs, redundancies and job losses, shutdowns and even meltdowns. But in the main we have much to be thankful for.

Which is why I am keen to participate in giving back whenever I get the chance.

Which brings me to Byte Night. An annual convocation of the profession, but with a difference. The convocation is late at night, in the open air, and on hard ground. Byte Night is where a couple of hundred of us sleep rough in order to raise funds for Action For Children.

Please support the event and the charity, and give.  Give generously. Please. There’s a link in the sidebar and over here.

….I’d hammer in the morning….

Saw this over at John M Willis’s blog:

I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of something I heard nearly thirty years ago, when I worked at Burroughs Corporation. One of our customers, Smiths Industries, had a mainframe that was finally ready for that great computer graveyard in the sky. Nobody had really expected that day to come, so no one was prepared for it: no counselling, no advice, nothing for the grieving DP department. A sad state of affairs.

Until one of them had an idea. Why not give everyone a tool, and involve the whole department in dismantling the machine? So that’s what they did. They handed out chisels and saws and pickaxes and pokers.

And hammers.

They hacked the computer. Literally. And left with the pieces. A cathartic and joyous experience. [Note: I heard this from a Smiths guy, I wasn’t actually there to witness it. But I liked the story, and have remembered it ever since.]