Bitterjug’s blog

“This is the local hotpot!”, said Elizabeth as she lifted the lid of her serving dish, “Can you see?”
I sat up and leaned over to get a better view inside…

Yesterday, after my 2pm – 4pm class finished (at 4.30, because certain of those students can be a bit slow ) I went to get ready for dance class.

The Myth Of Overgrazing
From Kenya: Promised Land. An Oxfam Country Profile, by Geoff Sayer, Oxfam 1998.
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This is actually about yesterday; I was so busy having a good time, I didn’t get to write the blog until evening, when the Cybercafe was closed.

Yesterday, as I wandered up to the dukas by the road to buy a litre of fresh cow’s milk in a thin polythene bag, I met a small boy on a large bike….

This was written on the blackboard in the classroom where my Unix class was this morning. I asked the students what it meant and they told me it meant giving the workers a task and letting them get on with it as they pleased. I said I thought it was about what happened to me [...]

I’ve got to tell you about my Unix class yesterday. I’ve had so many bad experiences in the classroom here and I need to give you this one to make up the balance.

Q. What do you get if you erase the contents of the flash memory on a CIsco router?