This week things are running at very low steam. The majority of my workmates are away on vacation, or in that other city, or even sick with the wonderful vomiting bug. This gives the idle worker plenty of time to think, sitting in the badly air-conditioned office while the sun scorches the world brown outside the window.
For example: What do we want? Where are we going? How do we get there? Who do we take with us? How do we KNOW when we have gotten there? And at what stage do we turn back if “there” wasn’t really the place we believed it was?
And should I do something about the guy I bought this shirt from on Tradera, the Swedish eBay?
I mean, he advertised the shirt as “äkta”, meaning real. And then when the package arrived it had obviously come from China (the clue being the big fat Chinese import sticker). And a little googling swiftly showed that it was indeed a fake.
Now the shirt was cheap, I grant you, but the quality sucks, and if you advertise something as “real” then it bloody better be real. (Whatever “real” means in this situation.)
So should I report the dude, possibly a bad idea given his obvious underground connections and the fact that he (literally) knows where I live?
Or should I do like the rest of the morons who gave the guy good feedback on Tradera and just let it be?
Given my state of mind at the moment, I think option 2 will win more or less by default.
But feel free to comment anyway. You know I like it when you comment.
/ paddy



Here’s the main reasons I could find:
So if the point of subsidising culture is to increase people’s exposure to it, then shouldn’t the state be reducing the funds going to opera and interpretive dance and instead making it harder for their citizens to be sent to jail for downloading and uploading bad TV shows?
And finally there was the zombie invasion. Yes it was Zombie Walk 2009, and a hoard of 100 or more zombies staggered through central Stockholm, baying for brains, chewing lumps of bloody flesh and generally showing off their blood-soaked entrails and underwear.
To do this work Haldane used a scary-looking metal chamber, where he could put his victims and watch them squirm as he increased the air pressure and introduced carbon monoxide and/or elevated levels of oxygen.
A favourite anecdote of mine concerns Salvador Dali, who, it cannot be denied, was a very interesting guy.

