Your child fusses with his uniform for a few moments, then goes around to the back of the car to get his bag. You watch him walk away across the car park towards the school buildings. He looks back only once and gives a gesture that might be a wave. You rest your chin on the steering wheel and watch him in the bright, cool autumn day with the leaves on the ground and try to fix the moment in your mind. It occurs to you that in a few decades time, when they are both grown and gone out into the world, you’ll remember moments like this. And then you think: what will it feel like to have carried such memories over such a distance? And then you realise that you’ll also remember thinking about that too: the anticipation of an understanding not then available to you. Time is so strange. The child is gone and you drive away to your work and the world’s new day.
Perhaps God has many more seasons
in store for us —
or perhaps the last is to be
that guides back the waves
of the Tyrrhenian Sea
to break against
the rough pumice cliffs.
You must be wise. Pour the wine
and enclose in this brief circle
your long-cherished hope.
— Horace, Odes
Today I am remembering my old friend Panayiota Pastra — Yiota to everyone — who died a year ago today.
We met when we were neighbours in Walley Range, Manchester, in the mid-nineties. She was a postgrad student at UMIST and I had been working for software companies in south Manchester for a couple of years. We would often sit in her flat drinking Greek-style coffee and just talking. She took me to bars where there was good ouzo and you had to shout over the noise of crowds of Greek people good-naturedly arguing with each other. I took her up Mam Tor on a very windy day. We cooked meals for each other (badly I’m sure, for my part, and expertly for hers) and she introduced me to Robert Frost.
When she moved to Glasgow to do her PhD, I drover her there with all her possessions. I visited a number of times before she moved on again to France, and then back to Greece. And we kept in touch over the years; first by letter and then in that strange, disconnected way that the internet makes possible. She went on to become a highly-regarded academic and teacher, eventually moving back to the UK. Then she told me she was ill, and a few email exchanges later she was gone. She left a husband and a young family.
She was a good and brave and dear friend at a difficult time in my life. And then a more distant but no-less important internet friend for a large span of my adult years. I miss her.
Some pictures from two backpacking trips, taken two months apart, and under very different conditions.
Back in mid-March I headed up to the Lake District to try to catch the very last of the winter conditions. With impeccable timing I managed to choose the weekend that the “Beast from the East II” blew-in and caused a fair amount of difficulty. My route started at Ravenglass, proceeded over Muncaster Fell to Eskdale Green, then up Miterdale to Burnmoor Tarn before descending to Wasdale. Then the next day, over Sty Head to finish as Rosthwaite, and then home.
Conditions were by no means full-on winter, and the snow cover was fairly modest; but it was extremely cold, with icy sleet and snow blowing in on a strong westerly wind. Crampons and goggles were frequently needed, but I didn’t use my ice axe. This wasn’t a long or ambitious walk but it was sufficient given the conditions (and limited daylight).
Here’s your author nearing Burnmoor Tarn, and looking grumpy after about half an hour of being sandblasted by high-speed wind-blow spindrift:
And here’s the icy conditions at Sty Head the next day:
The tarn was almost completely frozen over, and crampons were essential right down to the valley floor.
The full gallery is here.
Two months later I made the journey up to Mull with the intention of walking up the island, and then along the Ardnamurchan peninsula. The weather was very different: very hot and bright with little breeze. Finding water was often a problem, and by the time I got to Ardnamurchan I was content to just head over to the other side of the peninsula for the night and return the next day.
The full gallery for this trip is here.
I’d like to get up to Scotland again before the year is out – especially as we’re not having our usual family holiday there this year. And I’ve also got some ideas for a weekend Forest of Bowland to Howgills walk, and a couple of days in the northern Cumbrian fells (preferably in late Autumn). And next year some trips earlier in the winter – probably in mid-January. This has been a promising start though.
It started when I wanted to print the documentation for Keras so that I could peruse it on a train journey. Obviously this is a weird thing to want to do in at least two different ways, but sometimes you’ve just got to have ink on paper.
The online HTML documentation for Keras is built from extended markdown files, and can (in theory – hence this post) also be used to generate a PDF file. However, when I tried it there turned out to be a few “issues”, so I thought I’d document this in case anyone (including future-me) wants to go on the same journey. I’m not going to document the process of discovery I went though, just what seems to be the easiest route to getting a printable PDF. Note that these instructions are for Windows.
Ready? Lets go.
Part 1: Install the prerequisites.
1. Install Python 3.6 if you don’t already have it.
2. Download and install mkdocs. I used pip3 to do this. It will install itself into <user>\AppData\Local\Pandoc and you’ll need to add this to your path.
3. Download and install mkdocs-pandoc.
4. Download and install MiKTeX. mkdocs-pandoc emits LaTeX and expects you to have a way to convert this to PDFusing pdflatex.exe, which is included in MiKTeX (and probably other TeX distributions). Choosing the option to automatically install missing packages will save time later. Add C:\Program Files\MiKTeX 2.9\miktex\bin\x64 to your path.
5. Download the Keras repo from Github and unzip keras-master.zip. You’ll need this because it includes the documentation source files.
Part 2: Generate the PDF
1. In an command window, go to keras-master/docs. You’ll see a readme.md file containing instructions for building the docs. We’ll be following this outline but adding some workarounds.
2. Run python autogen.py and wait for errors to occur:
Traceback (most recent call last):
File “autogen.py”, line 559, in <module> readme = read_file(‘../README.md’) File “autogen.py”, line 532, in read_file return f.read() File “C:\Program Files\Python36\lib\encodings\cp1252.py”, line 23, in decode return codecs.charmap_decode(input,self.errors,decoding_table) UnicodeDecodeError: ‘charmap’ codec can’t decode byte 0x81 in position 7411: character maps to <undefined>
This is happening because autogen.py is trying to read files that don’t match the default file encoding. We’ll need to hack autogen.py, so open it in an editor ando to the first place that f.read() is called, which for me was line 532. Change the previous line from
with open(path) as f:
with open(path, encoding=”latin1″) as f:
Save autogen.py and run the command again. You should get a similar error on a different line (it was line 563 for me) so fix it the same way. Save autogen.py and run the command yet again. This time it should complete successfully and generate a bunch of markdown files in the sources directory.
3. Run the mkdocs serve command. This does some stuff and starts a local web server. Since this blocks the command window, you’ll need to start another command window and go to the docs directory.
4. In the new command window, run mkdocs build. This generates an html web site in the site directory. This may not be strictly necessary, but its a useful check that things are working.
5. At this point we leave the instructions in readme.md behind. Run the command mkdocs2pandoc > keras.pd. This creates a single large markdown file (keras.pd) that is optimised for generating PDFs.
6. The markdown document has a few problems at this point, which we can rectify by hand-editing it. I used notepad++ for this.
- Change the top-level heading on the first line from #Home to #Introduction.
- The markdown document contains a number of HTML <span> tags with level five headings on the next line. This causes pandoc (see step 7 below) to output the tag’s alt-text but fail to render the heading correctly. The solution is to add a line between them by using search and replace to replace </span>\r\n##### with </span>\r\n\r\n#####.
- The markdown contains HTML <img> tags that pandoc won’t handle. Either remove these manually or (as I did) leave them in and pandoc will render the alt text. Annoying but I can live with it.
7. Run the command pandoc –toc -f markdown+grid_tables+table_captions -V geometry:margin=2.5cm –pdf-engine=xelatex -o keras.pdf keras.pd . You’ll probably see some warnings: just ignore them. If you chose not to allow MiKTeX to automatically install missing packages then you be asked for permission to install various things as they are needed. The default LaTeX stylesheet renders pages with large margins, so I overrode this by setting them to 2.5 cm (about one inch) – tweak this according to preference. I also specified xelatex as the PDF engine because the default engine had fatal problems with some Unicode characters in the document. The table of contents defaults to three levels: if you want more detail then add –toc-depth=4 to the command.
At the end of all this, you’ll see you have a keras.pdf file. Load this into your favourite PDF viewer or print it out according to your preference.
If you read nothing else today, read John Scalzi’s tribute to his teacher, Keith Johnson. A shining, lovely bundle of words and repect and (I think) love.
Swiss passport design. Clean and effective.
Consider avoiding words like “enabled” and “disabled” as most people consider them to have different meanings from those used by software developers.
(And obligatory. Jira. Please. No.)
Some wise words as we embark on the long winter journey:
“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, 1994
As a service to those new to indoor climbing walls, I have collected together the following rules as a guide to contemporary de rigueur behaviour:
1. Save time and impress other wall users by arriving with your harness already on. Keep it on when you leave, too, as this will provide endless opportunities to for conversations with people you meet on your journey home.
2. If you’re climbing in the trainers you arrived in, rather than using old-style rock shoes, any mud or grit on the soles will provide valuable additional friction as it sticks to all but the the smallest holds.
3. The machines that let you climb on your own are called “The Pulleys”. The term “auto-belay” is regarded as rather old-fashioned.
4. When climbing indoors, it is important to carry appropriate safety equipment. This means as couple of prusik loops and a screwgate. Some experienced indoor climbers choose to add a spare belay device, pulley, slings and/or Mini Traxion.
5. If carrying a smartphone to take selfies, videos, or phone calls when on a route, remember to tuck the phone into the back of your harness when it is not in use. This is called “racking”. Pro tip: marking your phone with coloured tape will help make sure you get it back if you need to share your “rack” with other people.
The following apply mainly to bouldering:
6. For safety reasons, when bouldering, it is important not to climb below another climber – as they may fall on you. However, climbing above another climber is considered perfectly safe.
7. Easy V0 or V1-grade bouldering problems are a perfect opportunity for your friends/family/colleagues/club to film you with a smartphone or video camera. Background sounds add interest to any video, so be sure to encourage them to cheer loudly as you jump down.
8. Stand out from the crowd while bouldering by wearing your harness. To really get noticed, consider wearing a chest harness and/or jumars.
9. Help other wall users to keep cool in hot weather by shaking excess sweat onto them from your arms, legs and/or hair as you climb. Bouldering topless makes this considerably easier, and you will quickly notice the gratitude of the people around you.
Disclaimer: Really, really, really don’t do any of the things above. Some of them are very unsafe and can get you killed or injured, or can kill or injure other wall users (or annoy them, which may also get you killed or injured). Just don’t do any of these things.