I had a dreadful journey home tonight. The trams were crowded, and it was made worse by one passenger whose girth exceeded her ability to control it. Now the trams are bad at the best of times: neither braking and acceleration have the same fine-grained precision of a car. Accelerator and brake both have only two basic states—on or off—and the G-forces exerted as the vehicle moves between these states would turn the stomach of a Cold War MiG pilot.
From tomorrow until 7 April, I’m going to be in England.
Ignorami often refer to it as hari kiri or, even worse, harry carry <shudder>. Hara kiri (腹切) is more frequently called seppuku (切腹) in Japanese—the kanji are the same for both, but the order is reversed.
I must confess to being fascinated with North Korea—not, I hasten to add, as a place I’d like to live, or one whose politics I share. Rather, I just think that it’s a very, very strange place.
I’ve been rather relaxed about losing my job with the implosion of my employer, and here’s why:
I’m proud of the BBC for this article on McDonalds’ ill-conceived foray into children’s clothing.
The McGurk Effect is quite extraordinary. When you hear “ba” and see “ga”, you think that you’re hearing “da”.
This is a random diversion.
This is pretty big news, at least for me.
I really enjoy my job. I have a good boss, nice colleagues, and work that interests me. I don’t have to wear a suit, and I’m not required to get up early.
I went to Ikea the other week. I’m not proud of it, but...