Really, why would I do this again? Particularly when I can’t even work out how to put the logo in my sidebar. Sigh.
Archives for November 2009
Living on the Edge
Text message received from my sister on her way to a wedding in Poland:
So, arrived at airport at 6.55 for 7.20 flight. Had checked in at home but they wouldn’t accept bag. Didn’t have time to go all the way back to car so went to left luggage. Put absolute essentials, dress, present in a paper bag. When I got to gate flight was closed but they let me on. Ryanair wouldn’t, I’m sure. Analysing lugggage, I think I will have to buy shoes. Why am I always surpried by how long it takes to get to the airport?
I had a fantastic idea
For Nablopomo (if you have to ask, this post is not for you), I was going to give you details of my favourite blogs. My favourites list is not up to date. I was going to do it in November. It’s more time consuming than I had anticipated.
Instead, I am going to read my blogroll every day and give you some links to posts I like.
So starting with this one. It is technical, it is perhaps a little tedious but so many people get this wrong, people who should know better and it drives me bananas. Please consider, the difference between the Council of Europe and the European Council. I particularly enjoy the way all the comments are further refinements by fellow obsessives. This is starting off all wrong, isn’t it?
I wish I’d read this before we’d got our cat.
The White House Government blog – oh the disappointing dullness of this. However, I can’t help feeling that this picture is going to make the religious right quite cross.
Unlike the Government blog, the flickr stream is always worth a look: careful, interesting shots.
This is a hilarious blog about bad writing – here’s an example. Subscribe, subscribe, you will not regret it. Though you will cringe when you see your own particular faults lampooned.
I am sure you are aware of the excellent Mr. Kottke. I have found many of the blogs I read regularly via his site. May I give you a sample? Just tonight I had a look at strange maps, a bizarre banner ad and one for generation text.
Isn’t this clever? And it’s not just techno tips for old people either. Well, it depends, how old is old?
You know who dooce is, of course: this appealed.
I love this woman. She has proper standards and she is not afraid to say so. I am still very glad that she was not at mass with me and my children on Sunday.
The weirdness of Americans. Be very afraid, where America goes the rest of the world follows. I mean, why are we all celebrating Halloween? Can I take this opportunity to point out that this is an Irish festival exported to the new world with the bulk of our population. You can see though why pumpkin lanterns were always more likely to take off than turnip lanterns which they were using at home in the absence of exciting new world vegetables. I digress, regular outrages are available here from the woman who let her nine year old ride the subway.
Really Mariella, seriously?
In her agony column for the Observer, the fair Ms. Frostrup addresses the following problem:
The dilemma: I have had a long-time interest in beekeeping. Unfortunately I have a mortal fear of bees (and similar stinging insects), and neither my partner nor I enjoy the taste of honey, rendering the material benefits of keeping bees somewhat moot. I have read a great deal of books on the subject and have yet to determine just why I am so fascinated by this most peculiar hobby â€“ though I do quite enjoy watching beekeepers remove the honeycomb frame from an apiary, as I find it quite relaxing. It has got to the point where it is affecting my marriage, as my partner is entirely unsympathetic to what she describes as an “obsession”. I tend to spend most evenings reading apiarist manuals and commenting on beekeeping forums on the net, to the detriment of our sex life. I am interested in sex, but at this point I am more interested in bees. Is this kind of relationship normal? How can I bring my partner round to enjoying my interest in beekeeping with me?
It seems to me that this must be a joke. You may see the reply here, should you so wish.
And tonight’s fresh from the blogroll links for your delectation:
Townmouse used to be a city girl and she wrote about her daily London commute on a bicycle. Then she moved to the middle of nowhere and now she writes about the weather. It’s a lot more entertaining than it sounds.
Remember in an earlier post I gave you a link describing various different European institutions and how some are EU and, crucially, some are not. I think that, if the man from the Daily Mail had known that, he could, at the very least have spared himself from Jon’s ire.
Very European tonight, but this is a hilarious account of the consequences of Lisbon Treaty ratification in the UK. Frankly these are not words you see juxtaposed frequently.
My esteemed sister-in-law has decided to join in the Nablopomo thingamajig. She is not a frequent blogger, so she needs all the encouragement she can get to survive this marathon. And she is funny, consider her commute home.
Like many another, I love the sartorialist. He photographs people on the street wearing interesting and clever clothes. I find this a very inspiring blog and am always sizing people up to see whether they could go on it. What amazes me is how shoes so often make the outfit. I lalways have to scroll down to see the bottom of the pictures and it is extraordinary how often shoes make the look and tie everything together. Like here.
I can’t help feeling that Mr. Godin’s advice to marketers might also be applied to the Irish population as the economic crisis continues unabated.
I know I already linked to the bad writing blog but this gave me my biggest laugh of today.
A nice post from Charlotte on the joy of less formality at work.
Look, a writing competition for your blog posting. Since we’re all NaBloPoMoing anyway, you might as well give it a go.
More links tomorrow, if I’m feeling strong.
I did an interview last week. I was part of, ahem, “an extraordinarily competitive applicant pool.” I was thanked for the “considerable amount of time and effort” I took in applying and told to go away. I note that they are not keeping my CV on file.
I was conscious at the time that it didn’t go particularly well. Part of the reason for this was that I googled the board in advance. Well, wouldn’t you? One member of the board had an unusual name so I was pretty sure that it was her poems I found when I googled her name. Poetry is a very personal medium, isn’t it? As I answered her questions, I kept wondering how is she getting over that relationship break up? I also reflected on the undesireability of putting a very detailed account of one’s love life, cloaked in poetry on the internet. This distracted me from the pertinent questions which were being posed.
When your appendices have footnotes, you know you’re doomed. That is all.
Actually, no it’s not because here are some exciting links.
Oh no, this is not exciting, but my husband will be interested and he may be my only reader. Ugly, small Brussels landmark disappears: only for the Brussels enthusiasts.
I like to keep an eye on all the Belgian Waffles out there (tip of the week, if you are looking for a name for your sparkling new blog, don’t go for something that a dozen other people will also go for). One of them is a Swedish techie and I read about him and his i-phone and other techie matters in a state of some bafflement. And it’s not even written in Swedish. This post, however, offers a link to find out what google knows about you. Interesting and even I can manage the technology.
One only for Irish people. You will recognise these politicians, I think. Jason is slightly mocking, but only slightly.
These are clever, slightly off the wall cartoons. This pretty one made me laugh.
Very funny spoof of this film.
Is it just my love affair with Obama or is this cute?