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Radio 1 also apologised on-air immediately after Bono used an expletive to describe Coldplay’s lead singer Chris Martin. The BBC said it had received no complaints about it.
Radio 1 also apologised on-air immediately after Bono used an expletive to describe Coldplay’s lead singer Chris Martin. The BBC said it had received no complaints about it.
Calpol is a common cause of accidental child poisoning, due to its pleasant taste.
The Hawaiian-born, half-Kenyan leader of the “free world” is a direct, 13th-generation descendant of one of the Plymouth colony’s earliest settlers, Thomas Blossom. […] His family moved from Great Shelford to Stapleford two years after Thomas was born.
Bacn is a new problem now plaguing our email inboxes. Putting it simply, Bacn is email you receive that isn’t spam… And isn’t personal mail. It’s the middle class of email. It’s notifications of a new post to your Facebook wall or a new follower on Twitter. It’s the Google alert for your name and the newsletter from your favorite company.
printernot (pryn·ter·knot) n. Any example of a newspaper’s feeble attempt to appeal to a younger demographic by likening some aspect of itself to the internet, such as re-christening its letters page the “Messageboard”.
Marco posted about some of the quirkier unicode glyphs, and notes:
Yes, it’s true that a team at Google couldn’t decide between two blues, so they’re testing 41 shades between each blue to see which one performs better. I had a recent debate over whether a border should be 3, 4 or 5 pixels wide, and was asked to prove my case. I can’t operate in an environment like that. I’ve grown tired of debating such miniscule design decisions. There are more exciting design problems in this world to tackle.
Hey Ben, did you do the laundry like I asked?
Oh, hey Ben, you look nice. No, I just emptied all the dirty laundry into the middle of the bedroom floor; juggled it around a bit; played football with the socks. Figured you'd sort it out.
No, you shit, I've spent all evening doing our taxes, and resurrecting our Green Card application so we don't almost get deported again. Remember that?
I remember your mum.
Well, yes, good work sending those flowers. But even so, what the fuck? We have no socks and the bath towel smells kinda flunky again.
You had better put the washing on then.
Do we have any quarters?
Nope. Hey, is that rain out? At least Ariel made you buy an umbrella, right?
I hate you. I miss David. He bought better records than you, too.
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These issues exist because the ultimate nature of human taste is irrational and depends on factors impossible to capture with computer systems. Interpersonal relationships, social pressures, locales, context in which music is encountered, meaning that individuals assign to a music encounter (has a girl you liked ever introduced you to music you just happened to also like?)
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stupid liquids + electronics
why can't they just get along?
The most notable thing I remember from art classes in school was building a model clay house when I was 15. Most people built nice houses, with smiles and flowers, and fences and a shrubbery. However, due to a mid-teens Tarantino infatuation, all the people in my house were gangsters, and half of them were dangling from windows, somewhat dismembered or missing… internal organs. They all had hats.
A few months ago I started an experiment to publish photos from my iPhone into a separate photostream, Ben Ward’s Eyes. The intent was simple: I wanting to visually document more of my day-to-day life, but without polluting my Flickr account with poor-quality, fuzzy phone-camera pictures.
I’ll be ctrl-alt-deleting your face with no reservations
Every day I’m upset. Every day I lose three hours to a bus. Every day I’m staring out the window thinking about what I’ve lost. Thinking about that amazing dream job that for six months was just that.
For everything that happened in the past three months, my situation is remarkably positive. It’s a tale of survival, against odds and expectations. It’s underpinned by luck, hard work, and the effort of dozens of kind people who tried to catch me when the rug was pulled from under me. Some of them known to me, some of them total strangers acting out of instinct and respect. I’m someone that people want to support.
My two previous posts had to be separate. It’s the best way to express the bi-polar conflict that is my state of mind right now.
And from that, we come to the headline. Food is not fuel. Not to be misconstrued as an anti-biofuels slogan, this is about valuing everything you eat. Savouring the taste of every mouthful. If you’re just filling up, what’s the point? Food is not about nutrition, or fat, or calories or traffic light diets. Food is about pleasure.
This wasn’t meant to be posh, it ended up that way because there was only posh bread and cheese in the kitchen.