While sipping tea atop the Etihad towers and munching on tea food I came across one of the more brilliant minor designs that I have seen. One of the issues that annoys me most about dining in a restaurant is the final bill. Not the paying or the final total (though these too can be issues of annoyance) but in how the bill is presented. Specifically that, when paying by card, there is nowhere to put the pen. When presented in a folder, the pen often prevents the folder from closing. On occasion there is enough room to tuck it in the spine, but while functional, it is less then ideal as it puts added stress on the seam and results in a broken folder (a broken or *gasp* missing credit card holder in a folder sets off a serious neurotic episode, and let’s not even discuss the ‘coin’ problem). Continue reading “It’s the Little Things”
Category: Random Thoughts
For the Sake of Brevity
One of my goals with this whole exercise, that being the dissemination of whatever crosses my mind in your general direction, is to practice the concept of relaying concepts. Continue reading “For the Sake of Brevity”
What a way to start.
I’ve never been much of a ‘morning’ person, but, of all the possible meals in a day, breakfast seems offers the most peace and tranquility. Over the past year I have begun to appreciate this aspect of the meal more and more. Though ‘peace and tranquility’ may not be the most apt adjectives. Some breakfasts are spent hurriedly downing and egg whilst The Peanut tries to smear an apuu (read: banana) all over my pants. Others are spent in a small local coffee shop with a cappuccino and a danish writing to you wonderful people. Continue reading “Breakfast”
Leave It All on the Course
So once again I have managed to translate myself, on foot, 26.2 miles. Why you ask? Because it was there. Though now there may be a further reason: a sub 5 hour time. Last time I finished in 5:22:44. This year I finished in…5:01:09. So close. I feel good about it though. I left everything I had on the course and suffered a near critical hip flexor failure at about mile 16. Continue reading “Leave It All on the Course”
This Post to be Posted at a Later Date
Back in days of old there was a particular death of a particular man. In tribute I set a post to post at a certain date.
While said post will still post on that particular site, there is also here a post to be posted 8 years 3 months and 19 days from now.
Please plan accordingly.
“Because It’s There”
Whether or not George Mallory actually said these words is, at this point, irrelevant. History has said that he said it and therefore he did. Regardless it is an accurate description of his attitude. It is an attitude that I have used for many of the things I have done in life. Most notably running.
Interests: None Hobbies: None
When you don’t want to buy what will they sell you?
So I’ve been on a bit of a crusade the last few weeks: to have zero interests.
No interests. No hobbies. Nothing. Why you ask?
Why Didn’t You Like This Post?
If I only think you like me do you really like me?
While randomly poking at the internet before heading to bed I discovered that this is a thing.
Just let that sink in there for a moment. Someone created a bot that will auto “like” all of a particular persons Instagram posts. Continue reading “Why Didn’t You Like This Post?”
Tools of the Trade
When these cases are opened, the pen and ideas take flight. What is the story whose secret they keep? The stylus, calamus and quill are extensions of the hand and trace the precision of its movements. With the power of knowledge, they are the envied prerogative of the scholar, the scribe or writer. They address the intangible forces of the imagination and the word, capturing them in small lines of obedient signs whose victory lies in turning the memory of civilisations into history.
-Description of a Writing Case in the Louvre Abu Dhabi
A Jarring Experience
So the other day I tried my hand at canning apples. We took The Peanut apple picking a few weeks earlier and had an incredible surplus. As we were soon departing for our trip to the other side of the world it seemed a shame to let them go to waste. Continue reading “A Jarring Experience”