Colleagues in the office were just talking about mobile phone contracts.
“I have seen one for £27 per month that looked reasonable”
That’s three hundred and twenty four pounds per year.
Earlier this month I downloaded my bank transactions and put them into Gnucash. It was easy to calculate how much I spent on my pay-as you go phone last year:
A luxury kitchen advert opposite hundreds of Filipinos forced from their homes by typhoons. I wonder if the Guardian Weekend editors do this deliberately? The article about climate-conference negotiator Bernarditas de Castro Muller gives a great inside view on the COP15 conference in Copenhangen in December.
In a surprising departure, these adverts for Windoze 7 do not contain the word “Microsoft”. The web address at the bottom is windows.co.uk which redirects to www.microsoft.com/uk/windows. Is this to disassociate the corporation from the mysterious “They” who “improved security” at the bidding whoever’s voice the advert is in — presumably the guy in the picture?
Sarah and I are trying to do our bit. In Downing Street, we are composting, recycling, using energy-saving light bulbs and buying locally-sourced and sustainable food whenever possible. It’s little things like this which will make a big difference if we all do them.
Drew and Mithi asked for home-made stuff as wedding presents. Nic wanted to make bath cubes for them, with dried lavender and petals. But the lavender and petals on our window sill weren’t drying fast enough and their wedding day was approaching.
“I know how to make a solar dryer”, I said. For I did. Back in Kenya, I drew up this diagram for my friend Megan:
Having just spent a wonderful weekend dancing at the London Lindy Exchange, today I’m taking a moment to mourn the death of Frankie Manning, the international ambassador of Swing Dance.
The name of this site is a kind of spoonerism of Jitterbug: another name for Lindy Hop, the original Swing Dance.
Below is a video, by Jules Kerssemakers, that I have been toying with the idea of posting here for a while, of myself and Sam Flint mucking about at The Speakeasy in Cambridge a couple of weeks ago.
Hakuna Stima was a common situation for me when I lived in Kenya, it means the electricity is off. It used to happen about once per week as a scheduled event lasting about a day and, intermittently, the rest of the time giving our UPSs a hard time in the computer lab.
Meanwhile, despite TV ads from DECC’s Act on CO2, we still don’t believe in climate change and we’re still not treating climate change as the emergency it is.
