Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
"I make multi-million $ decisions on a regular basis — why is it sooooTime Magazine's "Twitter's Biggest Egos, Exposed" is required reading as an introduction to http://tweetingtoohard.com/top "where self important tweets get the recognition they deserve."
difficult to decide what to do with my hair?"
Unintentional comedy (or at least I think so) from the social media maelstrom.
Barack Obama's Facebook Feed is a deliberate pastiche, bit still very funny.
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Romanian philosopher EM Cioran remains one of the most difficult modern writers to come to terms with. With an aphoristic, charged, almost violent style, and a portfolio of subjects well outside our contemporary philosophical mainstream – despair, ecstasy, boredom, insanity, suicide, crime, illness, nothingness, music, sex, entropy, all considered as raw and immediate experiences, not as matters for academic investigation – he can seem like an atavist, a soul in permanent unarmed combat with the mores of enlightened society. “Annihilating,” he wrote in The Trouble with Being Born, “flatters something obscure, something original in us. It is not by erecting but by pulverising that we may divine the secret satisfactions of a god. Whence the lure of destruction and the illusions it provokes among the frenzied of any era.”
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Henceforth then, Christopher Howell, with a nod towards his nautical bent, shall be the Whole Ship Chortler.
The Chortler joins the Bomber, The Burglar, and the Bear (who has his own category) in my descent into incomprehensibility. The final destination is incoherence.
Select something below to pipe him on board.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I've only discovered since watching the film, that Spock's mother was played by Winona Ryder. (Plot spoiler: Anyone who can watch the scene in which she dies without laughing must have a heart of stone.)
But Winona Ryder as Spock's mother! Heathers was made 21 years ago? Dear me I feel old.
Myself: I had a similar shock in Trevor Nunn's acclaimed 2004 production of Hamlet at the Old Vic, in which Imogen Stubbs (a slip of a girl as far as I am concerned) played Gertrude.
Prodnose (adopting sarcastic Cambrian lilt): There's posh you are.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I have so many demands on my time that "12 Essential Rules to Live More Like a Zen Monk," will be more use than Twitter today.
- Do one thing at a time. This rule (and some of the others that follow) will be familiar to long-time Zen Habits readers. It’s part of my philosophy, and it’s also a part of the life of a Zen monk: single-task, don’t multi-task. When you’re pouring water, just pour water. When you’re eating, just eat. When you’re bathing, just bathe. Don’t try to knock off a few tasks while eating or bathing. Zen proverb: “When walking, walk. When eating, eat.”
- Do it slowly and deliberately. You can do one task at a time, but also rush that task. Instead, take your time, and move slowly. Make your actions deliberate, not rushed and random. It takes practice, but it helps you focus on the task.
- Do it completely. Put your mind completely on the task. Don’t move on to the next task until you’re finished. If, for some reason, you have no choice but to move on to something else, try to at least put away the unfinished task and clean up after yourself. If you prepare a sandwich, don’t start eating it until you’ve put away the stuff you used to prepare it, wiped down the counter, and washed the dishes used for preparation. Then you’re done with that task, and can focus more completely on the next task.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
......... Obama has at most one more chance to take the oath of office, and Roberts will probably have a half-dozen more opportunities to get it right
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Ironically it is just as Chris has launched himself into the self same territory.
I am deliberately sneaking the story out on a weekend.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I talk to many people each week but you are all too polite to ask me any details about my expenses.
That is why I want to make it clear I do not claim anything at all for my mortgage, property maintenance, furniture or food. I pay all these myself.
Under the rules, I could claim for a second home, but I won’t, and I never have – my only home is the same one in Colliers Wood where I have lived since before I was elected in 1997. The only personal expense I re-claim is for transport.
I do claim petrol and fares to cover the costs of undertaking my parliamentary work. This includes travelling to various agencies, and going to meetings and other events on behalf of residents. I am not permitted to claim for the congestion charge.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I've been following Marc Canter for three years now, and I think he is on to something with this Open Stack.
Like all protocol stacks it is probably more honoured in the breach that the observance, but it is useful tool for arranging thoughts, especially as we are starting to use OAuth in anger for the first time now for some Twitter API development.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Welcome to binge Britain: Polish photographer documents four years of drunken revelry in Cardiff
...... despite the often good-natured antics, Maciej is sometimes taken aback by the levels of drinking involved.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Hilary Benn, Ed Miliband and Alan Johnson emerge as acmes of frugality who make modest and entirely reasonable claims for performing their duties." says Andrew Rawnsley, and a Google straw poll appears to confirm it.
The public will demand a cleansing of the Aegean stables. It will be interesting to revisit this post in a year or so, and see whom has been claimed by the greasy pole, and reflect on the deserving poor.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
To "retweet" is to repeat/quote someone's tweet. Usually when you come across and interesting tweet and you want to publish it as your own tweet so that people who follow you see it too - you retweet it.The ridiculous things I have to learn at my age. I thought RT stood for "Reply To" until this morning.
The syntax of your tweet should start with the abbreviation RT or the word Retweet followed by the username of the person who tweeted it (e.g @User) and then finish with the content of the actual tweet.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
The biggest shock to my "meat and potatoes" sensibility since I was outraged by how thoughtful and articulate Marilyn Manson could be in answering a question.
Back to the drawing board in terms of prejudices it would seem.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
- Gordon Brown's YouTube fightback (shame about that swastika though)
- Prince Charles, Harrison Ford and Dalai Lama save rainforests on YouTube
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Poets Ranked by Beard Weight is a classic of Edwardian esoterica, a privately printed leaflet offered by subscription to the informed man of fashion and as a divertissement au courant for reading bins and cocktail tables of parlor cars and libraries and smoking lounges of gentlemen's clubs.
Typifying a once-popular, but nowadays seldom-encountered species of turn-of-the-century ephemera, Poets Ranked by Beard Weight has become a rarity much prized by bibliophiles, and one that still stands out as a particular curiosity among the many colorful curiosities of the period. Its author, one Upton Uxbridge Underwood (1881 – 1937), was a deipnosophist, clubman, and literary miscellanist with a special interest in tonsorial subjects.
Hat tip: Jenny Davidson.
In helpless thrall, I can't resist quoting further:
That "exalted dignity, that certain solemnity of mien," lent by an imposing beard, "regardless of passing vogues and sartorial vagaries," says Underwood, is invariably attributable to the presence of an obscure principle known as the odylic force, a mysterious product of "the hidden laws of nature." The odylic, or od, force is conveyed through the human organism by means of "nervous fluid" which invests the beard of a noble poet with noetic emanations and ensheathes it in an ectoplasmic aura.
I shall throw away my razor immediately.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
- You can apply for French citizenship if you serve in the Foreign Legion for three years. Further, a soldier who becomes injured during a battle for France can apply for French citizenship under a provision known as “Français par le sang versé” (”French by spilled blood”).
- On Friday afternoon, the President of the United States attended a naturalization ceremony for active duty service members in the East Room of the White House, along with Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano who delivered the oath of allegiance. This is what he said:
"It is my honor and my personal pleasure to be the first to address you as my fellow Americans. ........... You all have your own personal reasons for why you joined the military. But in the service that you render, in the sacrifices that each of you have made and will continue to make, in the commitment you've shown to your adopted nation, you're part of a larger story -- America's story."
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Lying in my bed, I pull the silken sheets up tight
I gotta keep my strength up, gotta do a show tonight.
I have a sip of coffee while I'm taking in the news,
Don't need to have a shave 'cause I gotta sing the blues
Then I think I'll get a massage, maybe, lose a little fat,
I have to go downtown in my brand-new Cadillac,
My valet comes and dresses me, I light a big cigar,
Cos' I like to look like Nimrod when I'm riding in my car.
Can blue men sing the whites?
Or are they hypocrites for singing?
I watched a documentary last night on BBC4 about the British Blues boom.
Tom McGuinness talked about playing with Paul Jones in a pub in Colliers Wood, and Bob Brunning featured prominently. Great fun. The Thames Delta indeed, and south of the Fortnum Mason line.
Friday, May 01, 2009
'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.