A Change Of Headphones

Anyone who knows me will find the idea of me not wearing headphones at all times a strange one. For the last 6+ years, I’ve been a faithful purchaser of the Sennheiser PXC series, gently working my way through the range from the 360 to the 550. However, when it came time to buy a spare battery (after repeatedly losing the devils), I discovered that the familiar style I’d grown accustomed to had changed.
This wasn’t initially a problem, designs evolve, after all, so I thought I’d simply buy the new version. But I quickly realized the updated design featured angled ear cups, and that’s a deal-breaker for me. Angled cups mean I can’t wear them the wrong way around, which I prefer when positioning the cable or buttons on a certain side or addressing Bluetooth signal issues caused by my head. Moreover, angled cups prevent me from comfortably tucking one cup behind my ear, a necessity when I’m onsite with a client. Nothing leads to a headphone ban quicker than managers being unable to call you whenever they want.

Requirements:

  • Over-ear design.
  • Bluetooth and wired connectivity.
  • Standard ports: I absolutely despise proprietary ports designed to squeeze more money from me for replacement accessories.
  • Vertical alignment: Headphones must be vertically aligned, not tilted.
  • No noise limiters: I’m not a child, and I prefer my music loud.

The Choice:

I initially considered the new Sennheiser PXC, but they failed due to the aforementioned tilt issue. Sennheiser’s other suitable models tipped too far into hipster territory for my taste. Bose headphones were too expensive and didn’t feel sturdy enough to withstand my lifestyle. Plantronics models were simply too large and tended to fall off my head. Enter an unexpected outsider in headphones but a venerable name in music: Marshall and their Monitor Bluetooth headphones.




The Good:

  • Strong Bluetooth: The Bluetooth connection is significantly stronger than Sennheiser’s. I can leave my phone on my desk and comfortably move around my flat without any signal issues—a massive improvement.
  • Snug fit: These headphones fit tightly and snugly, which may be too tight for some (like my wife), but it’s a definite plus for me.
  • Sound Quality: The audio is richer, fuller, and significantly louder than the Sennheisers, a major upgrade.
  • Dual Input: While working, I often use the Pomodoro timer from my phone via Bluetooth but remain wired in for calls and other audio needs simultaneously. The Marshall headphones handle both connections effortlessly, a pleasant surprise.

The Bad:

  • No lateral movement: Given their classic design, I didn’t expect lateral movement, and the lack of additional joints certainly enhances structural integrity. However, without lateral flexibility, I feel extra pressure when tucking one ear cup behind my ear.
  • Control knob: This is an annoying gimmick—it’s actually a mini joystick rather than a knob, making it fiddly and unintuitive. Changing volume should involve turning a knob, not nudging a joystick.

The Unexpected:

  • Replaceable headphone pads: My beard and stubble tend to shred headphone pads, leading to frequent replacements. The Sennheiser pads were always a pain to change, whereas Marshall’s magnetic pads are refreshingly easy to swap out.
  • Retro feel: These headphones gave me a nostalgic flashback to my dad’s old Pioneer SE-205 headphones, a set I adored years ago, a delightful retro touch.

The Conclusion:

It’s still early days, and the Marshall headphones aren’t quite as gentle on my ears as the Sennheisers. However, the substantial upgrades in nearly every other aspect make them a clear winner. Recommended.

Flex tutorials without the pain

For those of us looking at Adobe flex as an additional arrow in our quiver, you might have seen that adobe does an excellent 44 part video training called “Flex in a week”, the training is excellent, the fact they say you have to use their windows only “Adobe media player” is less so, im not going to go into the many things that vex me about this bit of software but it is definitely not “S.S.C.” {you’ll have to ask me if you want to know what i mean by that}, however it turns out you don’t need it, just open up http://sessions.adobe.com/FlexInAWeek/feed.xml and down load all the reasonably named .FLV files, and watch them using VLC or what ever media player rocks your boat

….why do people try to ruin a good idea by telling you how to use it.

Rat Scratching 7

 

Life can sometimes just feel too stressful for complete happiness. With all this contract-related stress at work hanging over me, I just don’t feel like fencing. It’s not the fencing itself; it’s all the traveling when all I really want is sleep, or, in my case, time to handle work-related tasks.

This has been my third week of skiving, and it’s definitely going to be the last! Unfortunately, I can’t fence tomorrow either, as I’m meeting my accountant. So, in the last three weeks, I will have only attended two club nights, one lesson, and two squash games. That’s shockingly poor, ideally, I should have managed twelve club nights, six lessons, and three squash games. Still, I’ll sort it all out and get back on form.

On another note, has anybody else noticed the weird effects fencing has on other sports? Take squash, for example. I used to enjoy it and was quite good during school, but now I’m completely useless, and it’s all fencing’s fault. I lunge for every ball, and if it gets too close, I instinctively attempt to “prime” it, which clearly doesn’t work and usually results in funny looks and sarcastic comments from opponents.

Additionally, the subconscious urge to stab your opponent with your racket rather than chase the ball doesn’t exactly promote “fair play” (though it certainly improves your score when your opponent hides in a corner). Even my sense of distance is completely messed up. If a ball goes over my head, do I turn around and hit it properly? No, I shuffle backward and crash into the wall, usually getting hit on the head by the ball for my trouble.

Moreover, fencing terminology slips into everyday speech, confusing non-fencers. Referring to points as “hits” and matches as “fights” tends to unsettle others. And no matter how tempting it may be, never attempt a flèche on a squash court, there simply isn’t enough room, as evidenced by the Stickfight-shaped holes at Harbor Exchange courts!

On the bright side of fencing, someone finally bought one of my t-shirts from Zazzle, prompting me to improve the website layout. Although sorting the CSS was a huge pain, especially ensuring cross-browser compatibility without using tables, it’s finally done, thanks to some online help. Please let me know if it needs further tweaks.

Jo Maynard is making fantastic progress with digital art and will hopefully have her own section here soon. For now, check out her work at http://pwincess.deviantart.com.

Leicester is coming soon, and I am determined not to mess it up! Normally, it’s scheduled on my eldest child’s birthday, but this year they’re off to Euro Disney with classmates and parents, frankly, being stuck on a coach with all those kids and parents sounds nightmarish to me. So,

I’ve got the weekend free to fence. If I achieve a good top 32, I might sneak into the top 50 rankings, but that’s a sad calculation and probably best left unspoken.

Lessons with Steve have been fantastic lately. He’s really pushing me mentally and physically, delivering varied and challenging lessons each week. It’s unfortunate he’s been unwell recently, and my lessons might reduce due to possible workplace changes, but that’s the life of a contractor.

At the moment, I’m living a bit like a fencing hobo (have sword, will travel) while waiting for “42” to finalise his house move. I’m sharing space with Jo and Marc’s pets, and it’s been eye-opening to see how hard coaches actually work behind the scenes, so spare a thought for them next time you think they’ve got it easy.

It’s been a while since I had a good rant, so let’s dive in. Bristol was another competition, another messed-up pool round, and another exit in the 64. However, I did enjoy a sweet moment of revenge by beating an opponent who previously defeated me. Although Tristan Parris later thrashed me, breaking a sword and leaving me battered, I at least got some good footage for a recent video. Thanks to my loyal readers, Stickfight made it into the top 20 fencing websites globally!

Sadly, I missed Sussex due to family commitments; my son insisted I stay home. But I’ve added new t-shirts (54 designs now!) and received our first submission from “Tarmac” on FencingForum.com. Heriot-Watt University will also use Stickfight movies at their sports fair, very cool!
Feeling miffed about missing Sussex (especially with Ben Measures placing Last 4!), I’ve ended up doing DIY at home.

Today’s my first lesson with Steve in two weeks, he’s had back problems, and I’m dreading how rusty I’ll be after minimal practice.

One bizarre occurrence recently involved mysteriously discovering toothpaste on my shoulder at work, with no clue how it got there despite thorough investigation, a truly baffling mystery.

I recently joined Haverstock, where I’m enjoying tougher competition, and had my first intense, satisfying lesson with Marek. The facilities are great, apart from slightly ominous-looking showers!

Bristol competitions can be alarming: during female foil and sabre events, unsettling noises reminiscent of “Barbarella” make foilists and sabreurs appear terrifying. Honestly, I sometimes think they should all be locked away.

At the season’s first competition, illness kept me from performing well. I scraped through pools embarrassingly, mostly against teammates from various clubs I attend. I narrowly lost in the 64 after a stern (but motivating) pep talk from Chris Howser. Although frustrated, I appreciated the humorous moment provided by Hugo from Haverstock, whose confusion over photo-taking led to a memorable video moment.

Finally, a quick family anecdote: my son’s fencing weapon preference was humorously revealed when I jokingly mooned my family, only for him to express disgust, not at the gesture, but at the train ticket clenched in my teeth, revealing him tragically as a potential foilist!

That’s all for now, I have plenty more rants coming soon!