December 2010
34 posts
In 1972 Geoffrey Hoyle wrote a children’s book titled ‘2010: Living in the Future’. In it he describes how we would all be wearing jumpsuits and work a three-day week by now.
According to the BBC, Hoyle’s book became somewhat of a hit lately and was even reprinted. They also published a list of famous prediction hits:
- Arthur C Clarke: Network of geostationary communications satellites
- HG Wells: Nuclear weapons, world wars, rise of air power
- George Orwell: Monitoring of population as standard
— From London.
A not very appetizing image painted by The Economist:
“Britons bought more than 7m cookbooks in 2009. They watch thousands of hours of cookery shows on television. (…) It is hard to know how much actual cooking follows. In 2009, the British also spent some $13.6 billion on chilled ready meals. The figures conjure up sad visions of a nation slumped collectively on the sofa, watching cookery shows while forking supermarket curry mouthwards from a microwave tray.”
You go, Jamie Oliver!
— From London.
Greg Lukanioff, of the Foundation for Individual Rights in Education, warns against the sensitivity caused by excessive political correctness in universities, which are supposed to foster debate and help kids develop a thicker skin. Read this excellent story in Spiked Online.
— From SF.
Jacques Brel in a 1971 interview at Knokke.
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En français: “Le talent, c’est l’envie de faire quelque chose. Tout le restant c’est de la sueur, c’est de la transpiration, c’est de la discipline. Je suis sûr de ça. L’art, moi je sais pas ce que c’est. Les artistes, je connais pas. Je crois qu’il y a des gens qui travaillent à quelque chose.“
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— From SF.
This year I’d like:
- the move to do itself;
- a job I love;
- full legal status in the US;
- the ability to fly home whenever the hell I want;
- for Jason to graduate;
- an African Grey parrot.
Go on. We haven’t got all day.
— From SF.
“It is a minor thing in a major life, but one word I will always associate with Richard Holbrooke, who died on Monday, is slivovitz. That is the name of a plum brandy, glasses of which, in press dispatches from the Balkans in the nineties, always seemed to be being slammed down on tables during contentious negotiations in field tents with war criminals.” (Amy Davidson of The New Yorker as part of a collection of short tributes to Holbrooke.)
I have fond memories of my late grandfather drinking slibovitz (he pronounced it with a ‘b’ not a ‘v’) on most Friday evenings after dinner. He would get out a bottle and pour himself a shot and it would have this sweet alcoholic smell.
— From London.
- Nurse: multiple sex partners?
- Me: no, got married this year.
- Nurse: oh that's wonderful, congratulations!
- Me: thank you!
- Nurse: ...
- Me: ...
- Nurse: okay, listen, if he gets violent and starts hitting you, call us, we can help.
This hilarious story in The Independent recounts how an FBI informant was given a restraining order after he freaked out the leaders of the Muslim community he’d infiltrated in Orange County, CA. They went to the police saying he was trying to get one of them to help him blow up a mall.
As you can imagine, they’ve pretty much had it with the FBI, who seems to think anything Islam is a threat to US national security.
— Thanks to friend Paul, from SF.