oursin: Hedgehog saying bite me (Bite me hedgehog)

So much wrong with his take on this, even taking into account all the things the British Museum has on its crime sheet: Theft isn’t the only problem facing the cash-strapped British Museum – and I have some answers

Yes, and they are RONG and Point Thahr, Misst.

Museums are essentially phoney. Few of their objects were made for them but rather to be owned, used, enjoyed and traded. They were not meant to be wrenched from their context by fair means or foul, then put in a glass case or buried in giant state hoards, most of them never again to see the light of day.

Rubbish. Just because items are not permanently on display doesn't mean 'never' and some things should NOT be permanently on display but only occasionally and under carefully monitored conditions. Plus, I would much rather have things in museums than 'owned, used and enjoyed', or more likely stuck in bank-vaults, by private collectors. Do we not feel like weeping when some famed collector dies (or comes to ruin) and the collection goes on sale and we see what riches have been lying hidden and will probably go be hidden once more?

The whole ecology of the museum sector in the USA is different - Partner and I were discussing this and the role of Boards of Trustees who are themselves major collectors who maybe will donate when they pop off over breakfast a few weeks ago - and I do not think this is anything to emulate:

Dynamic museums in the US, like the Kimble Art Museum in Fort Worth, Texas, are switching to buying and selling to update their collections, a process known as “progressive deaccessioning”. In 2017, the UK’s own culture department published a report that questioned whether “effective collections management can be truly effective and efficient without some disposals”.

Yeah, but that would be, would it not, to other publicly accessible collections in which they would be more appropriately held? I am sure I have whinged on about collections which have fetched up in Some Place because of Some Personal Connection, where they have absolutely no synergy with the general tenor of the institution and where interested researchers may well not think to look for them. In Museum Collection with which I had tangential association via its archives, there was a massive deaccessioning of materials not pertinent to its core mission, but they went to good homes (which then came back to us with queries....)
A more immediate source of funds is surely beyond argument. Free entry to the museum, except for special exhibitions, is not a moral issue but rather a device to keep its grant as a top visitor attraction. The New York Met now charges $30, the Amsterdam Rijksmuseum €22.50 and the Louvre €17. Are they immoral? Deals can be done for children and students, but free museum entry is simply a generous donation by British taxpayers, mostly to foreign tourists.

I daresay Mr Jenkins is younger than moi, but I can remember the days - was it the 70s or the 80s? - when the museums which fell under the Department of Education and Science's administration, which included the gems of South Ken, were obliged by the Political Masters in Power to start charging admission. And lo and behold, it turned out that it cost more to operate this system than it brought in in revenue. And now general admission is free even if special exhibitions cost an arm and a leg.

Bring back, I say, those fine Victorian Values of improving the populace with Art and Culture, absolutely free.

As I have probably already remarked, what needs funding is the invisible unglamorous work.

oursin: Cartoon hedgehog going aaargh (Hedgehog goes aaargh)

Okay, as annoyances go, these could be worse:

I am pretty sure that in previous years, I have been alerted well before the expiry date of the household Senior Railcards. Fortunately this year we're not going away for Christmas itself - planning on a day-trip to see the family during the subsequent week - so since I remembered that they needed renewing, I hope that they'll arrive in time for the intended journey. Sigh.

Also, Opera, which for some considerable time had a policy which seemed to be, 'are you sure you really wanted to close that tab?' so that I would discover upon opening it tabs I had closed during a previous session, quite suddenly decided to do something, I know not what, which completely obliterated all the tabs I had open. And I had to go poking about in advanced settings so that it would actually keep tabs from session to session. WOT. At least it had retained the relevant log-in details.

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Because I'm still working on Heavy Ice, even with the journeying yesterday, as whenever there was a possibility of wifi I was trying to get online and see if the email confirming my shuttle reservation had arrived (it never did. I got emails saying it had been sent.)

Other travails of travel: trying to find one's way with one's suitcase to one's hotel in a strange city, without Google Maps, because not turning on data-via-phone, and streets which could be better marked. Also, person who I asked who gave me directions that would have been appropriate had I been in a car but were totally ridiculous for a pedestrian (I later discovered I just needed to backtrack 2-3 blocks and turn right...): SIGH.

And further on crap signage, the university campus Could Do Better, but have now more or less got myself orientated.

Also, have been being Little Miss Fussy at B&B over room - I really do not think a small high-up window without blind or curtain, more or less over the bed, into which a street-light shines even before the dawn comes up like thunder, is a sensible design feature. Am now in a room which I think may work for That Pernickety Englishwoman...

And on being an Englishwoman, voici the benefits of always having an umbrella about me: it is showery here in Hoosier country.

Does taking a nose-dive into the archives - once I'd found the building, which was not where I thought I'd left it on previous visit - count as reading? I suspect the wee baby archives assistant is not best pleased at my arrival, as I am doing my best to dash through stuff during a brief visit.

Also, have had a nice meal with a margarita to it and feeling a little more in charity towards the world.

oursin: Cartoon hedgehog going aaargh (Hedgehog goes aaargh)

Yesterday, bound for a conference. Got the train okay.

About a third of the way into the journey, train stops.

Someone had collided with a train further up the line.

In due course we are informed that train will be terminating at a station not previously on the schedule, where we can change to a train going, presumably by some more circuitous route, to the next scheduled stop, but not, however, onwards to my destination.

When we arrive at designated point, it is chucking down rain. Fortunately the next train is in and we only need to cross the platform. It is, however, rather full, though I did manage to get a seat.

Another, local, and very crowded train at the next change.

My dearios may imagine that all this was by no means conducive to reading a serious academic study for review purposes.

Once at my destination, some 2 hours later than anticipated, there was supposed to be a taxi booked for me - I had been in touch with the conference admin person anent delays - what I had not been told was that it would be round the back rather than the main exit.

Not that it was there when I found the spot, and cameth not as I waited in an increasing state of fume - it would always have been tiresome but after the preceding misadventures this was particularly infuriating - and a chilly wind. Fortunately, what did turn up was the taxi for one of the other participants, so I went with her.

I do not mention the faff over my ticket - got details and booking ref latish previous afternoon.

Inadequate curtainage in hotel room meant undesirably early waking....

And now I have to present a paper, sigh.

oursin: The stylised map of the London Underground, overwritten with Tired of London? Tired of Life! (Tired of London? Tired of Life!)

And I was already out of charity with charity shops after the preceding one I'd been in had completely run out of change and kept me hanging around while, I suspect, they nipped next door to see if anyone could change a tenner.

And then I went into another one and found two books I was prepared to take a punt on at that sort of price, and moseyed up to the cashdesk with the exact money in hand, and found myself stuck behind that situation which is someone who is apparently in the process of paying for something - i.e. there is a something on the counter and the volunteer behind it is looking noticeably patient, while the person whom we presume to be making the purchase is making a great production of finding their purse.

And when this is finally brought to light, they spot something else on a counter display that they think they might like -

And really, I would have fumed a whole lot more, had it not been that this extended delay in making my own purchase gave me ample opportunity to admire the elaborate and beautiful henna patterns on the volunteer's hands and forearms - quite spectacular.

oursin: a hedgehog lying in the middle of cacti (hedgehog and cactus)

In the process of going through my father's files, my sister discovered a life-insurance policy that his mother took out for him when he was a very small child.

Over the past weeks I have been trying to find out how much it comes to, so that I can add it to the value of the estate and apply for probate, finally.

I did manage to find the company that took over the original one.

They couldn't find the info so I had to send them various data, and then WAIT.

I have finally heard back.

You would think that they might manage to put the documents with the letter into their coherent order so that I didn't have to spend some time going WTF, and rearranging them.

The amount involved, as far as I can make out - I am still not sure all the actual documentation was in there - is Utterly Derisory, and looking at what they expect me to send them in order to release this deeply non-munificent sum - expressed in a form letter which, you know, doesn't seem to acknowledge there has been previous correspondence* - I'm not sure it's even worth applying for, except as a matter of principle.

Grrrrr.

*If you are going to start your letter with an obviously stock piece of boilerplate acknowledging that bereavement is hard and this is a difficult time, how about not making it more difficult by putting your communication into the envelope in such a fashion that it becomes a puzzle rather than the conveyance of information?

oursin: Hedgehog saying bite me (Bite me hedgehog)

I really recently discovered that PC World/Currys had been blithely taking a monthly bite out of my bank account for an extended warranty thinggy I never actually signed up for in respect of my Nexus Tablet.

When I purchased same - which I did from the PC World near work since I wanted to see one before committing - I resisted (so I thought) the attempt to upsell me on special product support, which is the kind of thing regularly flagged up in Which as a ripoff, and did not complete the direct debit form they put in front of me. I have certainly never got any documentation as to the benefits I might be receiving from this support.

Possibly I might have noticed this sooner if I was going through my monthly bank statements checking off things in my chequebook rather than managing my account online? Anyhow, I noticed a month or so ago a payment on my account of £3 that I didn't recognise, but didn't at that point fret because it sometimes happens that I will make some one-off payment and temporarily forget what it was, and then realise that, no, it was perfectly legit.

But then I saw it again this month, and looked back and saw that it had been coming up regularly for some months, and did a bit of googling, and it is a Known Thing.

I rang them up today and they cancelled it without any havering or vexacious inquisition when I said I'd never signed up for it, which suggested to me that this is something that is happening all the time and they have a set routine. But they also said that I should take it up with the branch where I bought it.

But this has been going on for at least several years.

oursin: Photograph of a spiny sea urchin (Spiny sea urchin)

This is an ongoing muttering fume at British Gas, which periodically sends me emails requesting me to log in and enter my meter reading online.

And when I log in, tells me:
Sorry, you do not have any account to manage online.

But if I try to register as a new account, tells me that an account for that reference already exists, but still won't let me enter a meter reading.

The account they do cop to me having is the one relating to my boiler servicing cover.

So I sent them a message via the website and a few days later I received a response which strongly suggests that replies are generated by a bot triggered by selected keywords, since it signally fails to address my actual complaint.

I.e. it takes me through the process of logging in and changing my details, which is pretty much irrelevant - I did have some difficulty logging in but that was about which email/what password, and I did get that sorted, eventually, and did log in.

But completely fails to address the METER-READING INPUT NO CAN HAZ issue.

I replied thusly to the email but await with somewhat grim anticipation what their comeback will actually be. I am probably going to be reduced to phoning, hanging on through various phone-menus and tinkly hold music, and screaming at someone.

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