Thursday 29 February 2024

Trolley 642

Captured on Wednesday morning in the Kokoro passage. Two small trolleys from the M&S food hall. Returned to a rather cluttered stack by the inside entrance in the Ashley Centre. Which last was looking quite bright and lively, despite the ongoing refurbishment work. For some reason, the Centre seems to work.

On round the Ewell Village anti-clockwise to Longmead Road, where, it being a day when I attended to my own lunch, I thought I would give the orange café caravans a go. They have been there for years, but I had never previously got around to giving them a go.

Couple of chaps having their lunch there when I arrived. Steady trickle while I was there, both eat-in and takeaway. One at least of which appeared to have been phoned in, the speed with which it appeared.

Staffed by two ladies of middle years, the younger one sporting some very bright red lipstick. They knew their business.

Quality tea and bacon sandwich, even if this last was cut on the bias. Very reasonably priced too, less than £5 for both.

Wondering about their status, I noticed a small sign which asserted their rights over the bit of hard standing - described as a forecourt - on which the caravans and tables stood. And while plenty of food report sites turned up by Bing this morning appear to know about them, I failed to trace an owner.

Then I take a look at reference 2, which might have been put together from the search term I gave Bing and not adding any value. A bit like one of those irritating hotel sites which seem to infest the Internet and which respond to anything vaguely plausible, without bothering to check whether they have actually got a hotel anywhere near your target destination. I always try for an owner here too.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/02/trolley-641.html.

Reference 2: https://restaurantguru.com/Catering-On-The-Green-Epsom.

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Wednesday 28 February 2024

Trolley 641

I captured just two of the four trolleys from the M&S food hall available in the Kokoro passage yesterday.

The one at the back, at the right that is, has had its handle bent down a couple of inches, a bending which does not seem to interfere with use, or with it being pushed inside another trolley for removal. But one probably could not push another trolley inside it. I dare say one could straighten it out with a wrecking bar, but I don't carry mine about and there would always be the risk of a bar snapping rather than bending - which would be a bit awkward. I associate to a carpenter I once worked with who told me about being stopped by a policeman who had spotted his bar sticking out of his bicycle basket while he was cycling home after a late night at work. A bit like getting caught out of doors these days with a knife which is not a kitchen knife but has a blade longer than 10cm or something. My picnic knife from Laguiole answering this description.

On round the Ewell Village anti-clockwise until I get back to Pound Lane School where I am reminded that I rather like rosemary in flower. For some reason, we have never done very well with it in our own garden, here at Epsom.

Home to record progress with the triffid, last noticed at reference 2. But not to go to the length of measuring that progress with a tape, although I have done that in the past. 

Amaryllis top left holding up well, all four flowers now out. An impressive feat of growth.

Which brings me onto the matter of sausage stew, that is to say stew involving saucisson sec from Bastides. The last one having been towards the end of last month, as noticed at reference 3.

Same starting point as last time, including the lentils. But also using some left over potatoes which happened to be to hand. And using chou pointu rather than crinkly cabbage.

The sausage was one of the long thin ones sold by Sainsbury's, 250g of it, rather than the short fat ones sold by Waitrose. The thin version has the advantage of being a lot easier to peel and somewhat easier to cut up.

But by the time the potatoes and sausage were in, there was no room left for the mushrooms, so they were cooked separately in a little butter and water.

I might also say that the insides of the chou pointu are quite eatable raw, so not much cooking is needed at all. Maybe two minutes after the water - I use plenty - comes back to the boil. 

Dessert took the form of the remains of the pineapple upside down cake - something we used to have reasonably regularly but have not had for a while. Same sort of thing really as a baked jam sponge, but made in a bigger tin, so wider and thinner and with yellow tinned pineapple underneath rather than red jam. Compensation in the form of a few glacé cherries by way of garnish.

All very satisfactory.

There was enough of the stew left on this occasion for it to go around the next day, that is to say the day of this trolley. With the help of 3oz more lentils that is, cooked up in a little water before embarking on the anti-clockwise.

Crinkly cabbage cooked in two passes: first the dark leaves, and when the water had come back to the boil, the light leaves. Bits of stalk chopped up and then in with the dark leaves.

All very satisfactory again. Perhaps even better than first time around. But perhaps just as well we did not have lentils three days running.

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/02/trolley-640.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/02/trolley-636.html.

Reference 3: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/01/the-first-stew.html.

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Tweet

A nuthatch this morning, up close and personal. Hopping around, poking around in the moss, on the next door roof. Maybe five yards away from the bedroom window from which I tweeted him. With the good manners not to fly off while I went to fetch my long-range glasses for proper inspection.

With the last sighting being just about exactly three years ago, as noticed at reference 1.

And while I am on, I shall moan about BT. They recently sent us a circular about replacing our landline with the Internet. To which end, I think I need the adaptor offered. I try the web address given; no such page. I try the BT website where I find the adaptor fine enough, but they want £20 for it, the circular having said for free. Try logging into my BT account - having dug the right password up out of a back room - to find nothing about ordering adaptors there. Free or otherwise. In the end, I am reduced to sending the message ADAPTOR to some five digit number. Which promptly warns me that I am going to be charged.

Perhaps I would have saved myself a lot of time & wear & tear by just stumping up the twenty quid and then sounding off in the boozer afterwards.

I then made the mistake of paying a rare visit to NS&I. Where their computer system was every bit as irritating as BT's - although it did get better as the sessions wore on and I got the hang of things a bit. And at least I was able to do my very modest bit of business.

Sessions because there are two customers - each with several accounts, every one with its own long number - and because they log you out pretty fast if you don't seem to be doing anything.

I then made the even worse mistake of trying to contact either the Department of Work & Pensions or Devon Social Services about a relative that the latter is looking after - and has done for many years. In the rare intervals between listening to rigmaroles from computer answering services in which I get to talk to a person, I fairly quickly get told that I need to ring some other number. And then, after not very many hops, I am back at the beginning again. And the websites offered seem to be no help at all. How someone with special needs - I have seen the jargon 'neurologically diverse' in this connection - trying to do this for him or herself gets on, I can't imagine. Presumably they don't. And then the people I am trying to talk to have the sauce to tell me not to shout at the long suffering - and no doubt badly paid - telephone operators! I should say that I have not shouted, but I can well see that one might.

PS 1: perhaps the AI chaps should come up with a specially crafted chatbot that I can shout at lots, with it making all sorts of humanoid responses. Perhaps bursting into tears itself or shouting back. Perhaps threatening to prosecute me or to stop my benefits. All recorded for training purposes, naturally.

PS 2: perhaps there are answering services which you pay for which offer real people. Perhaps hosted up north or in parts east. Perhaps along the lines of the seedy looking telephone sex services which used to be offered in the darker corners of the red tops.

PS 3: perhaps someone out there thought I needed to calm down by playing with a digger for a while. Digging a good hole or chopping a good log not being the thing any more.

PS 4: some time later: I now have a message from BT saying that they can't send me an adaptor because they don't recognise the telephone from which my message was sent. Which they wouldn't, it being an O2 phone. Current thinking is to sit back and wait. Let it all wash over us. I wonder if there was a charge?

References

Reference 1: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2021/03/tweet.html.

New restaurant

A fortnight ago to a new restaurant in Whitecross Street, although the outing was billed as an expedition to St. Luke's at Old Street to hear a Spanish flavoured recital by Juan Pérez Floristán, thirty something Spanish pianist with plenty of action on the Internet, seemingly without his own website but with a Wikipedia page at reference 1.

A mild day and we opted for the route via Balham, taking in the water damage in the passage under the rails at Epsom Station. Presumably an awkward place to drain from above, so the water is going to find any weakness in the waterproofing of the passage.

On the way to the station, we had come across some more water damage, in the form of the collapse of a section of an important heritage wall near the top of Meadway, in the passage down to Court Recreation Ground, formerly Pound Lane. A heritage wall which must have soaked up a large amount of patch and maintenance money over the years. Buy such a wall at your peril! We understand that the various local heritage teams and the planning team have got together to set up a committee to decide what the owner should do about it all. While Lodge No.3561 (Old Epsomians) has agreed to provide meeting space and a chairman - their being known to be good at this sort of thing. The wall as previously noticed in passing at reference 4.

On the train, I wondered whether the proprietor (or proprietors) of the Metro and the Evening Standard contribute anything to the TFL and Network Rail coffers towards the cost of clearing all the litter he generates on tubes, buses, trains and elsewhere, in and around London.

Onto the tube at Balham, where our carriage was joined by two rather unsavoury looking young men with one of those drug dealer dogs. Perhaps not a XL Bully - there was a lead of sorts but no muzzle - but something of that sort and generally all rather intimidating. Perhaps they were off for a spot of grazing or worse in town, but whatever it was, they got off our City-bound train at Kennington, so at least we were shot of them.

We carried on the Old Street, in good time for the traditional bacon sandwich in Whitecross Street. BH took a couple of white toasts. I mused about where the Jerwood money - Jerwood Hall being the other name of the fine concert space in the body of St. Luke's - probably prompted by the drug dealer dog and getting in a muddle with the Sackler Foundation. But this morning I had more success than when I last looked more than ten years ago (see reference 2), and found that the Jerwood money came from a cultured pearl business in Japan set up after the second war and for which see reference 3. With the rather grandly named Arthur Wellesley L'Estrange Fawcett, the son of a parson, getting into the story as a stepfather. We are not told of any connection with the original Arthur Wellesey, aka the first Duke of Wellington. Or with Philippa Fawcett for that matter.

Onto into St. Luke's where we were not the only ones to be confused by the new seat numbering arrangements. We liked the music, not the sort of thing that we usually go for at all.

Afterwards to the Iskelé in Whitecross Street, of reference 5, opposite the Market Restaurant which I use for bacon sandwiches. I had thought that they were owned by the same people, but it turns out that while this had been the case it was no longer. The two establishments have gone their separate ways.

Reasonably busy, good atmosphere. Including a young and very cute baby to coo over. Wine entirely satisfactory, if not grand, but it comes from an outfit which does do grand; you can spend quite a bit with them. See reference 6.

Taken with hummus followed by calve's liver for two. Rather good, although I could have done with a third slice of the liver.

Followed up with a spot of tiramisu. BH took the pole with her Earl Grey, while I took the dessert wine right. Something from the Tokaji family from a small, narrow bottle, tasting something like a sherry. Good in small quantities.

Mixed history down the side. I suspect the second building on the right of being built along with the first, the windows looking very much the same. While the stone doorway does not seem to belong with the red brick above. Cozza Pizzas a semi-detached part of the Iskelé operation, off camera to the right.

More mixed history.

The BBC parked up outside the Barbican. I think I have used the Bullingdon stand left occasionally.

The plants in an art work, the plants which are an art work, have got a lot bigger since I last noticed them. Search failed to reveal the occasion, despite turning up a fair amount of Barbican, a place we were visiting a bit a few years ago.

Surprisingly narrow gap between these new builds. Presumably respecting the land rights on either side of some ancient alley.

Some rust art flying over the ruins of St. Alphage, not to be confused with St. Asaph, who names a cathedral in Wales. The church is not that ancient, having been built, according to Wikipedia, in the early sixteenth century. While, again according to Wikipedia, at reference 7, St. Alphage was the Anglo-Saxon saint, martyred by the Vikings, to whom Thomas à Becket was praying when he was martyred by some Normans, not so long after they stopped being Vikings.

At the time, I wondered rather about whether the rust gradually ate into the structural integrity of the flyover, and if not, why not.

While over breakfast this morning, BH claims that what I have snapped above is some remains from a neighbouring monastery or some such, with St. Alphage proper being more or less lost. All of which is confirmed at reference 8, which offers plenty more snaps of the ruins. But she did have the advantage over me, in that she had bothered to read the heritage plaque while I was playing with my telephone.

Street scene with cranes - and with concrete action below. Pleased to see that the sort of skip that was used when I was into concrete, more than fifty years ago, still sees action. Can be tricky when full and swaying in the wind.

A serious low loader, sporting plenty of axles.

Another interesting skyscape in the late afternoon, winter light. With the NatWest Tower, properly Tower 42 but never the RBS Tower, rather put in its place by whatever it is behind. I remembered this morning, that I once used to cycle right past it every morning, on Old Broad Street, on my way from Liverpool Street Station to Westminster.

And so to Moorgate, and from there to Balham. Many offers of seats on the crowded tube. Crowded more or all the way, despite a great exodus at London Bridge.

To a stopover at Sutton, where we picked up a couple of interesting looking books from the waiting room bookshelf - and failing to notice that we were supposed to drop a contribution in a tin for something or other healthy. The books turned out to be not interesting and have now been recycled.

Walked home from Epsom Station, in the course of which we got a good view of the moon. Waxing crescent at 40%. Direction SW. Altitude 52°. BH alleged that the bright object nearby was the evening star, that is to say the planet Venus. On what basis, I know not - while my guess of Jupiter turned out to be right. Direction SW. Altitude 46°. Apparently an astrologically important close conjunction of the moon with the planet.

References

Reference 1: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_P%C3%A9rez_Florist%C3%A1n.

Reference 2: https://psmv2.blogspot.com/2013/04/jerwood-2.html.

Reference 3: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Jerwood.

Reference 4: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/02/trolley-639.html.

Reference 5: https://theiskele.com/.

Reference 6: https://cvne.com/.

Reference 7: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%86lfheah_of_Canterbury.

Reference 8: https://lookup.london/st-alphage-london-wall/.

Tuesday 27 February 2024

Trolley 640

Two of the trolleys available were returned to the M&S food hall.

It had been a cold start to the day, with a frost over the extension roof, garage roof and back lawn. But a frost which had completely lifted by 09:00, that is to say a couple of hours after this snap was taken.

Then there had been a discussion about the fate of our double boiler, snapped above and rarely, if ever used. Eventually we decided that this was not my mother's double boiler as her top half was a lot deeper (making it more likely that the bottom half would boil dry) and, as I recall, it was made by Swan. Whereas this one appeared to have been made in Merton up the road.

Crown Merton, a company which might have been owned by Corfield-Sigg and which I got to via the Imperial War Museum and Grace's Guide, from which last I have taken the pictures above. From left to right, from 1945, 1951 and 1954. Big in the saucepan world at that time. Based somewhere in Merton Abbey Mills, which we knew as home to some fine secondhand book shops. All long gone.

But the dates fit my own theory that all these aluminium saucepans, around for the first half of my life, were the product of recycling alumimium from World War Two aeroplanes.

However, the saucepan in question appears not to be that featured at references 2 and 3. Leading to the theory that in one round of house clearing we got rid of my mother's. In a fit of nostalgia bought another from a charity shop or a car boot sale. Got rid of that one in another round of house clearing. In another fit of nostalgia bought the present one, now resident in our local tip. Will the series ever come to an end? Not that any of them got used very often, perhaps because we do not make lemon curd anymore and BH does not put flour in with mince made from left-over Sunday roast.

I might say that, in the margins, I found that eBay and Etsy have plenty of the things. Definitely collectible.

After all this, into town for the trolleys. After which I was struck, by some reason, by the roofscape snapped above, complete with the reflection bottom left which I did not notice at the time. The sort of thing, with its confusion of roofs and chimneys, that the right sort of painter might make something of. The building second left used to be the 'Wellington', quite a decent public house, one of the last to sell things like pork pies and rolls from a plastic contraption sat on the bar. Never really settled to anything else since it closed.

Then up East Street some clumps of white violets. Plus some violet violets and the first of the dandelions.

Then in Ewell Village, we find that Ewell Castle School, a private school in Ewell (complete with a Wellingtonia which I have yet to score, being in the middle of their grounds, as noticed at reference 4) has taken over one of the shops in the main street.

I thought perhaps a sales outlet, but BH says that she has seen what look like sixth formers coming and going. Maybe retail rents are so depressed that private schools can afford to take on empty units and repurpose them as classrooms. Then what about change of use - something that planners used to make quite a fuss about?

As often happens when a shop front changes, I don't have a clue what was there before. And Street View has been updated too recently to be helpful.

On into Longmead Road, where we had this vehicle from the gas depot perched above a hole in the road. A giant suction contraption, looking very like something I had seen a year or so ago up on Meadway. There it was Thames Water with the wagon from Carney plant hire, whereas here we have one bought, or at least leased, from the people at reference 6. German, naturally. Probably something from the bottom half of their Dino range of suction excavators.

Last up, I thought that BH might like a copy of the Observer, no doubt full to the brim with stuff of interest to ladies, as indeed it was.

The queue forming up by the booze section, I noticed this bottle of Fleurie, a wine which we discovered in the 'Bugle' of Brading and have been buying from time to time, from Waitrose, ever since. Jadot being a respectable name, I thought we would give it a go. I think the first wine I have bought from Costcutter: whisky (Bells) and sherry (Harveys) yes, wine no. I learn this afternoon that 'Fleurie «Poncereau» is fruity as well as floral. It is mellow and elegant but also a racy wine. It has a silky texture and and finesse. Full, ripe red fruits are balanced by a supple freshness and acidity on the palate with a long finish' - also that I paid a premium of a bit more the 33% for the convenience of buying it so near home. Which is entirely fair enough.

We shall probably take it with roast pork over the weekend to come. Plus, in the case of BH, apple sauce. A traditional supplement to roast pork that I am not that keen on.

I should add that I did learn from the Observer that Keir Starmer's background is unusually ordinary, in the sense that he came from an ordinary Surrey family. Born in Southwark, mother a nurse and father a toolmaker, raised in Oxted and went to the same sort of direct grant school on the 11+ that I went to. His parents were Labour people to the extent that they named their son for Keir Hardie, and he went on to be a Labour man from youth. Not an Eton boy at all - and only went to Oxford as a postgraduate. Bit of a workaholic. Musical, at least he was. Snap above lifted from his Wikipedia entry.

References

Reference 1: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/02/trolley-639.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2017/01/error.html.

Reference 3: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2017/01/health-safety.html.

Reference 4: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-one-that-got-away.html.

Reference 5: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2023/06/paused.html.

Reference 6: https://www.saugbagger.com/.

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Monday 26 February 2024

Statistics of a sort

My mail this morning included one from Medscape which caught my eye, covering an advertisement infested article - it is free, after all - the top of which is snapped above. And I took a look in the intervals of bread batch No.711, now brought to a satisfactory conclusion.

The story seeming to be that methamphetamines and cocaine have overtaken opioids as what is taken with fentanyl. Also that these supplements are increasingly being taken by smoking rather than by injection, possibly because this last is seen as high risk. A story covering the reports at references 1 and 2.

All this being in the US, a country of some 335m people and 3.5m deaths annually, that is to say around 1 per 100 population. Comparable figures in the UK being some 70m people and 0.7m deaths annually. Making the US between four and five times bigger than we are. Not that that stops them having ten times more carrier task forces than we do, once the winners of the Battle of Trafalgar. Which, incidentally, was a battle that we won without the help of the Germans, unlike Waterloo.

Reference 1 starts by telling us that there are around 110,000 drug overdose deaths in the US every year, with 70% of them involving illegally manufactured fentanyl, which rather goes against them being more like suicides than accidents, which was my first thought. Not that the reports says anything about that. But it does say that the proportion associated with smoking has increased a lot, while the proportion associated with injecting has decreased somewhat. On the other hand, the number of adults injecting increased from under 1m in 2011 to near 4m in 2018, this being put down to a shift from prescription opioid misuse to the use of heroin and IMFs (illegally manufactured fentanyl and fentanyl analogs).

A lot of the detail is based on the 139,740 overdose deaths 2020-2022 which occurred in the 28 jurisdictions participating CDC’s State Unintentional Drug Overdose Reporting System (SUDORS), which looks like rather less than half the total. The message being that drug users need to understand that smoking is not risk free.

Reference 2 draws on the large Oracle-Cerner database of urine tests maintained by Millennium Healthcare, a database involving millions of patients and even more millions of tests. For which see references 3 and 4. Tests requested by doctors, for one reason or another. Tests which can detect all kinds of substances, markers and derivatives. The snap above is alleged to be the data model for this database - but it does not zoom and so only suggests complexity, rather than give anything more substantial away.

Which is a pity, as I am a great believer in data diagrams of this particular variety. If it is a good database, they can tell us a lot both about the database and the subject, the problem that it addresses. All the thing in my days in the world of work.

According to reference 2, this database runs from 2013 to present, and the analysis in question there used one specimen each from more than 4m adults, drawn from all 50 states.

While reference 5 tells us something about the makeup of this database, on the basis of a large sample. The table above having been slightly awkwardly trimmed on its way here for some reason. The second block down (hopefully visible if you click on it) tells us something about why the sample was requested in the first place, with one of the answers being pain management.

However, among all this stuff, I failed to find any kind of statistical review of the sample, of this data gathered for administrative rather than statistical purposes, the sort of thing that here in the UK one would hope to find lurking somewhere in the depths of ONS. But I suppose the US is too big a country for that highly centralised approach to work. 

Nor did I find anything which explained when a substance was recorded as being present. Was it a binary choice? Did it have to reach a certain concentration? Could it have got there by contamination - either in the home of the consumer or in the slummy back room of the supplier?

But there was a note to the effect that samples were excluded from the analysis where the doctor supplying the sample had said that the patient concerned had been prescribed the drug in question - a note carrying the implicit suggestion that some doctors were more careful about this than others. Which would mean that rates of unprescribed use of controlled drugs derived from these samples would be overstated to that extent.

It also occurs to me that the fact that doctors are probably incentivised to order tests, probably helps rather than hinders in this case. It makes the database of tests bigger than it might otherwise be, quite possibly without introducing further biases of interest.

One of the more striking graphics in reference 2. One vaguely knew that lock-down likely meant a lot more drug use, but I had not seen it brought out in quite this way before. While the point here was more that UDT (urine drug testing) data was a pretty good indicator of what was going on out in the world.

So all in all, I am not much the wiser after this little excursion. Nor has it disturbed my belief that we would do better to treat abuse of controlled drugs as a health problem rather than as a crime problem. Spend your money on therapists rather than jailors.

PS 1: I believe that the rather flamboyant, long-time boss of Oracle UK used to be very keen on racing yachts, and made regular appearances on that scene. He must have given his US colleagues the bug to judge by the snap above.

PS 2: I noticed a few negative references to benzodiazepines in reference 5, once very widely used, perhaps still very widely used worldwide, and including the well known Valium. Presumably to do with the fact that while GPs here in Epsom had, say ten years ago, been fairly relaxed about prescribing the stuff for mild medical or dental anxiety, they are no longer.

References

Reference 1: Routes of Drug Use Among Drug Overdose Deaths — United States, 2020–2022 - Lauren J. Tanz, R. Matt Gladden, Amanda T. Dinwiddie, Kimberly D. Miller, Dita Broz, Eliot Spector, Julie O’Donnell - 2024. CDC.

Reference 2: The “Fourth Wave”: The Rise of Stimulants and the Evolution of Polysubstance Use in America’s Fentanyl Crisis - Millennium Health - 2024. Signals Volume 5.

Reference 3: https://www.millenniumhealth.com/. 'Empowering Clinicians with Comprehensive Drug Testing and Data Insights: Millennium Health is an accredited specialty laboratory with over 15 years of experience in drug testing services helping clinicians monitor use of prescription medications and illicit drugs and effectiveness of treatment plans'. Very hot on urine samples.

Reference 4: https://www.cerner.com/.

Reference 5: Millennium Health Signals Report: National Drug Use Trends - Millennium Health - 2020. Signals Volume 2.


Sunday 25 February 2024

Mathematical

This being a second spin-off from the Francis Crick’s book at reference 1, the first being found at reference 2. This one arises from a case of achromatopsia, a variety of acquired colour-blindness, described at reference 3, which eventually led me to the fifty year old paper at reference 4, that is to say, from about the time that I was an undergraduate student of something else in London. Edwin Land being, inter alia, the inventor of the once well-known Polaroid camera. The son of a scap metal merchant, you can read all about him at reference 5. In what follows, Land and McCann are referred to as LM.

With reference 4 being old enough to be a bit of a curiosity from a bibliographic perspective.

For example, the references section combines what we would call references with what we would call notes. And then, most of the references do not include the title of the paper in question, referring instead to a page and volume in a journal, this last usually heavily abbreviated. Perhaps there were fewer of them in those days – perhaps searchers then mostly had access to a suitable bricks & mortar library – but not particularly helpful for the online searcher of today.

The oldest reference is from 1839, referenced in item 1 of the reference list snapped above. Presumably, the Library of the Optical Society had hard copy for LM to consult – in the original French. Reference 10 of this post. From where I associate to the decidedly moribund library of the Royal Astronomical Society in Piccadilly. I remember, possibly quite wrongly, possibly conflating it with the library at the Foreign Office, a once grand but now shabby, oval room, with brown-wood bookshelves lining the walls top to bottom, with a wrought iron balcony running around those walls at mezzanine level. Plus special ladders, health and safety not having been invented. And to that of the Royal Institution in Albemarle Street – open access shelves when I first knew it, but now wired up. It still has the look of a library, but using it as a casual visitor is another matter. No doubt the Library of the Optical Society is now something of the same sort.

Then the photographs are of a poor quality, with that of Figure 3 being so poor that I was reduced to digging out an alternative copy of the paper, from ResearchGate. I forget where the first came from. And then, not all the photographs are included with the paper at all, with some being described as ‘bound transparencies’: presumably where quality mattered, separate arrangements had to be made. But I have not found them.

And then the paper itself is the written-up version of a presentation given at a Fall Meeting of the Optical Society of America in 1967; the occasion of the presentation of the Frederick Ives Medal to one of the authors. For which see reference 9. Presumably the sort of meeting where the presentation was given from an old-fashioned reading desk at the front to the assembled ranks of fellows and their guests. Visual aids a bit basic. From where I associate to tests in the use of what might have been called AVA for audio visual aids, rather dreaded by lady student teachers in England at about the same time.

Preliminaries

The starting point of reference 4 is the surprising fact that our perception of the colour of objects seems to be based to a greater extent on their intrinsic reflectances that one might otherwise have expected, given that what the eye gets is the combination of those reflectances with the ambient light, light which varies a good deal from place to place and from time to time. Think of the sunlight falling on an interior wall through a barred or dirty window. With intrinsic reflectances having the important property of constancy, which makes them useful to animals like us in the important matter of object identification. Is this a tiger or a toothbrush that I see before me?

So how does the human vision system – that combination of eyes, brain and individual history, otherwise memory – given that it does not seem to have enough data to go on – pull this trick off? 

The Retinex theory of the present paper was an important milestone in the quest to find out.

In this paper, LM call the ambient light ‘illumination’ and the light coming off an object – illumination as dealt with by reflection from that object – ‘luminance’ or ‘flux’. Most of the relevant objects in the LM world have a matte finish, reflecting light equally in all directions, which means that the point of view is not important.

Paraphrasing from Wikipedia, luminance is also the photometric measure of the luminous intensity per unit area of light travelling in a given direction. It describes the amount of light that is reflected from a particular place and falls within a given solid angle. It is measured in candelas – an amount of energy – per unit solid angle per unit source area. It is colour blind. A concept closely related to that of brightness, as opposed to hue, which is quite different.

To measure luminance at a place on an image, presumably as a ratio as compared with some baseline, they make use of a telescopic photometer. At a range of, say a couple of metres, point the photometer at the relevant bit of the image and read off the luminance. Such a reading can then be compared with what an experimental subject says about the colour of that same bit of image.

Probably more like the instrument turned up by Bing (from reference 7) snapped above, than the sort of thing you can buy now for a few pounds from Amazon.

Mondrians

Here and elsewhere a lot of the work is done using what are called Mondrians, after the painter whose paintings they resemble. A coloured Mondrian, lifted from a subsequent article by Land in Scientific American is included above. A collection of more or less rectangular, coloured shapes, assembled into an outer rectangle, mostly meeting each other at simple line segments.

Those of the present paper are mostly done in black, white and shades of grey.

The opening snap, taken from Wikipedia, is described as ‘Mondrian dresses by Yves Saint Laurent shown with a Mondrian painting in 1966’.

The argument

A first set of experiments, using a coloured Mondrian and three smoothly variable projectors for illumination – red, green and blue – demonstrated that fairly drastic changes of illumination do not greatly affect the perception of colour, which does indeed seem to be strongly correlated with the reflectances of the objects concerned.

Note that, regarding the papers used for these experiments, LM write that: ‘… To reduce the role of specular reflectance, the papers are not only matte, but are also selected to have a minimum reflectance as high as or higher than 10% for any part of the visual spectrum…’.

And according to something in Nature turned up by Bing: ‘Specular reflection appears as a bright spot or highlight on any smooth glossy convex surface and is caused by a near mirror-like reflectance off the surface. Convex shapes always provide the ideal geometry for highlights, areas of very strong reflectance, regardless of the orientation of the surface or position of the receiver’. Clearly a bad thing in this context.

We then observe that eyes have three sorts of colour receptor, responding best to long, medium and short wavelengths, roughly speaking red, green and blue respectively, bearing in mind that the term ‘colour’ has no meaning outside of a fairly sophisticated brain. LM propose that the human vision system (VS) has three independent sub-systems, with each sub-system being called a retinex, a conflation of ‘retina’ and ‘cortex’, each dealing with one band of wavelength. Then it is enough for a retinex to know about the brightness of a patch of colour, of a patch on a Mondrian, as might be measured by the photometer. Without loss of generality, LM mostly work in terms of a retinex which does black, white and greys.

Next, we observe that eyes are very sensitive to edges. And that while the illumination might vary a good deal across a Mondrian as a whole, the illumination of two points close to but on opposite sides of an edge will be nearly exactly the same. Then the ratio of the flux at those two points, as measured by the photometer, will be the ratio of the reflectances for the wavelength band in question. The two equal illuminations which go into the two fluxes will cancel out.

And if the note above applies here, these ratios will be in the range 0.1 to 10, that is to say bounded. I dare say one could add some twiddles to the argument which would make this restriction unnecessary.

Given that reflectance within a patch on a Mondrian will be constant, this allows us to step across the Mondrian and express the reflectance of any one patch as a ratio with that of any other. That is to say, in the snap above, what we are recording is the ratios between pairs of reflectances at edges, not the reflectances themselves. These are determined by assigning some conventional value, say 100% reflectance to the starting patch, and then working through the path, one patch at a time.

By example, LM illustrate the assertion that this stepping across the uniformly coloured patches of the Mondrian neatly sidesteps the problems associated with varying illumination, perhaps with the lower half of the Mondrian being more strongly illuminated than the upper half. Furthermore, it manages this despite the difficulty than we humans have comparing the colours of patches which are not right next to each other.

The catch being that the answer we get for any particular patch likely depends on the starting point, on the starting patch, to which we arbitrarily assign the reflectance of 100%.

A biologically plausible proceeding. Maybe, given the retinotopic organisation of the early visual areas of the brain, neurons could be organised to do something reasonably local like this.

Now we want 100% to be the maximum, to correspond to 100% reflectance in the wavelength band in question. To, for example, a good, strong red. So, given the vagaries of the eye, how does it know which patch to choose to represent 100% reflectance – how does it know quickly, without consuming too many processing resources?

The problem could be moved to a graph where the nodes are the patches on our Mondrian and the edges are the boundaries between adjacent pairs. We could just give our edges a direction to say this node is brighter than that node, or we could give them a weight expressing that relationship more explicitly. Or both. Having given some thought to the matter of equality.

Not any old graph would do. For example, it would have to be a planar graph. Any cycle could only involve nodes of equal brightness. Any two paths connecting the same start and end points would have to give the same answer with respect to the relationship between those start and end points.

We then reduce the search space by looking for maximal elements, elements where all the edges point away. Then reduce it to maximum elements by a relatively small number of pair-wise comparisons. Other procedures, more or less efficient, but to the same end, could be devised – but these are just the sort of global, long-winded, biologically implausible procedures which LM seek to avoid.

Instead, they suggest two wheezes. First, if we have a path terminating in our target patch, we discard the potion of the path before the patch with the highest reflectance on that path, resetting the sequential product from that patch. Second, we take the average of a number of such paths, to give us our estimate of the reflectance of the target patch. So VS, in order to decide what colour to assign to a target patch, looks to its three (or possibly some other number) of retinexes. Each retinex looks at a number of paths terminating at that patch, otherwise takes a look around the patch in question, takes context into account, to produce a reflectance for its waveband. These three reflectances, in effect an RGB triple, then determine the perceived colour.

Note the implicit assumption that each cone on a retina is linked to its own neuron in the brain, that a neuron in the relevant part of the brain codes for type of cone. And those neurons are well mixed up, each type giving good dense coverage of the central part of the visual field. Dense enough to build satisfactory paths. Generalising a bit, they generalise the path as a piece of string, wending its way across the image, with suitable sensors dotted along it, with our reading being the product of all the readings taken along the way. Perhaps the integral if we take logarithms.

Note the implicit assumption that the colours of things in the visual field are well mixed up. That this path averaging is going to work, at least most of the time.

LM do not assert that this is what VS actually does. But they do exhibit a procedure, which, in one way or another, VS will have to emulate or replace.

They also suggest how this procedure might be executed electronically, with the computing components available at the time.

Moving from the grey Mondrians to the coloured ones that would be needed for real, LM acknowledge that we move from the simple scalar product of illumination and reflectance to an integral over the waveband for the retinex concerned. However, they argue that this only slightly disturbs the argument that illumination cancels out when taking the ratio at a Mondrian boundary. The procedure of jumping across successive patches of constant reflectance, of one colour, still takes care of illumination varying across the whole.

The procedure still seems to work, more or less.

LM acknowledge that the overlapping of the cone response curves means that the three retinexes are not completely independent. However, they argue that this does not disturb the main argument, rather goes to explain some oddities previously passed over.

They go on to say that further work will be reported in a forthcoming paper. Work which had largely been done at the time of this writing, but which had not been done when the draft, as it were, was presented to the Optical Society.

More speculations

One might, for one reason or another, want to reduce a rectangular, coloured image to a set of polygons which add up to that rectangle, in such a way that it is reasonable to assign a single colour to each polygon. A common way to do this is to divide the image into a large, rectangular array of rectangular pixels, perhaps a million or more of them, with each pixel carrying a colour code. Such an array will do very well on the average laptop screen. 

One could also regard this array of pixels as a simple, regular form of Mondrian, in which each area has four neighbours and four ratios – up, down, right and left. And then compute the perceived colour from the ratios using the procedure outlined above. All of which might be of interest if one was trying to model what the brain does, rather than present an image for a brain to actually consume.

Another way is triangulation, rather less expensive in digital space and much more convenient for three-dimensional modelling of two-dimensional surfaces. Colouring the triangles is a bonus. All of which is also a shift from the raster graphics of the pixels to vector graphics. 

In two dimensions, the analysis offered by a Mondrian is usually very coarse compared with a million pixels – and I don’t know if they have much application outside of art galleries, neurology and psychology labs. 

Another important issue with all this is how far do you go in the interest of verisimilitude. When do you stop dividing up the image into smaller and smaller patches, smaller and smaller parcels?

One answer, provided by Microsoft’s Powerpoint package, is to go for quite big parcels, but then to allow for a modest amount of variation within the parcel. To have a stab at texture - to which end you are offered a range of choices, in addition to straightforward colour fill: gradient fill, texture fill, pattern fill and image fill, illustrated in the snap above. In effect, adding texture to colour as a property of the parcel, with texture needing a few more bytes than colour, but not that many more.

No doubt specialised packages offer a lot more in this department. All of which would break the rule on which the present procedure is built: colour constancy within each area.

Note that the need for such variation vanishes as the parcels get small. With the small pixels of the average computer screen, variation is subsumed in the colour of those pixels – with a lot of small pixels potentially carrying a lot more information than a much smaller number of big parcels, even when these carry more than just colour.

Note that VS makes use of colour itself to give what it projects into consciousness shape in three dimensions. Which probably amounts to one of the exceptions to the rule about perceiving intrinsic colour rather than something else.

Maybe the brain does neither raster nor vector. Maybe whatever it does to make us conscious of the Mondrian – or any other visual scene – is derived directly from projection from a dense, more or less random but retinotopic array of neurons on a patch of cortex. Position in the conscious field of view is a consequence of position on this patch, rather than of any coding of position. Of ‘x’ and ‘y’ coordinates. Or ‘r’ and ‘θ’ coordinates.

Lastly, given that we are talking about an iterative process, there is the option of taking an early result for consciousness to be going on with, then using a later result, which the unconscious has been beavering away at in the meantime, for the next frame of consciousness. A beavering away which might take account of what it was in the visual scene which is being attended to.

Other matters

Land goes over similar ground in a discourse subsequently given at the Royal Institution in London, a discourse which was printed up at reference 8. Back in the day when discourses were serious business, rather than the book promotion events they became by the time that I found them, something over five years ago. When eminent speakers did live experiments to serious audiences. But the heritage desk is still recognisable from the sketch provided above.

LM were by no means the first on this block, that is to say onto the interdependence of the colours on the page. The artist Josef Albers, to name but one, published in 1963. See reference 6. And then, while I was writing this, I happened to put my hand on the rather different take on colour, at least the story is told from a different point of view, by Rudolf Arnheim, at chapter VII, reference 11.

While turning to reference 10, Bing turns me up in seconds a good quality facsimile provided by the helpful people at reference 12 – and the librarians at the University of Ottawa. It is no wonder that real libraries are going out of fashion – provided only that there are enough of them left to feed the Internet.

Even the French is not too bad, but I don’t suppose that I will get through much of it. Life is too short!

Not convinced about the AVA mentioned above, I thought to ask Microsoft’s Bing. Whereupon Copilot offers, unsolicited: ‘Certainly! The three-letter acronym for audio visual equipment is AV. AV stands for “audio-visual”, encompassing the technology used to transmit and display visual data’. Not too impressed with his counting skills, I try Google’s Gemini with the prompt ‘I am trying to recall a three letter acronym for audio visual aids and equipment current in England in the late 1960s. Can you help’. After a brief exchange, he offers ‘AVT’ for audio visual technology. He is properly tentative about it and lists the right sort of stuff, but I am not convinced. AVT does not ring any bells – but I can’t yet do any better.

Conclusions

We have speculated about how it is that we are so good at computing reflectances of objects in the world about us, on the basis of what seems like inadequate information. We have come up with a procedure which seems at least vaguely plausible in biological terms.

While the Wikipedia entry at reference 14 ends: ‘… Although retinex models are still widely used in computer vision, actual human color perception has been shown to be more complex’ – which, if true, is not bad for a fifty year old theory in a crowded and busy part of the scientific world.

Along the way we have been reminded that the perception of colour of something does not just depend on the light coming from that something, but also on the light coming from the scene around. With the brain making, in effect, some assumptions about the world – assumptions which do not always work. The brain can be tricked.

PS 1: Microsoft Word is trying to smooth me out, to make me conform with its idea of the way to do things, which can often be irritating. So not content with red and blue underlinings everywhere, he has now started to tell me what I am about to type. So where, near the top, I have ‘bibliographic perspective’, I had been going to have ‘bibliographic point of view’. Furthermore ‘underlinings’ attracted the red underline, even though allowed by Merriam-Webster online.

PS 2: a last trick for the computer buff. We define a map M from one Mondrian to another, M: A → B, where B has the same patches as A but with colours in B given by making the colour of a patch in A the colour perceived by our experimental subject, or at least the proxy for that colour delivered by the procedure outlined above. What happens to this map if we apply it iteratively? Does it grind to a halt? Does it go round in circles? Does it just wander around, rather aimlessly, for ever? Can we say what it is about a Mondrian or its illumination that makes it do one thing rather than the other?

References

Reference 1: The astonishing hypothesis: The scientific search for the soul – Francis Crick – 1990.

Reference 2: https://psmv5.blogspot.com/2024/02/an-invisible-fingerprint.html

Reference 3: The curious case of Jonathan I. ‘The Case of the Colorblind Painter - Oliver Sacks, Robert Wasserman, New York Review of Books –1987.

Reference 4: Lightness and Retinex theory – Land, E. H. and McCann, J. J. – 1971. 

Reference 5: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edwin_H._Land

Reference 6: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2017/06/late-convert.html

Reference 7: https://physicsmuseum.uq.edu.au/. They also provide short explanations of how things work.

Reference 8: The retinex theory of colour vision – Land, E. – 1974. A transcript of a discourse given at the Royal Institution.

Reference 9: https://www.optica.org/get_involved/awards_and_honors/awards

Reference 10: De la Loi du Contraste Simultane des Couleurs – M. E. Chevreul – 1839. Pitois-Levrault, Paris.

Reference 11: https://archive.org/

Reference 12: Rudolf Arnheim - Art and visual perception: A psychology of the creative eye - 1954/1974. 

Reference 14: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Color_constancy