"France and England are like an old married couple who often think of killing each other, but would never dream of divorcing." — Former Europe minister Denis MacShane
Incroyable, but true … France’s 1956 bid to unite with Britain — Guardian Unlimited
I spotted this one in an A List Apart article:
Perfection is not when there’s nothing to add, but when there’s nothing to take away — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Something to apply to recording those demos, methinks!
I woke up this morning to the sad news that Steve Irwin had been killed in an accident with a stingray while filming near the Barrier Reef in Australia. At first it sounded like he’d taken one too many chances with the ‘dangerous’ creatures he campaigned to protect and help people understand, but it actually sounds like a real freak incident—there are only two other reported human deaths to a stingray in Australia, the latest in 1945.
There are plenty of people I admire, but Steve was a real hero to me, as an incredibly entertaining and enthusiastic person, but also for the fact that he seemed to take the best from everything.
At least he died doing what he loved the most, and in his home country. This quote from crocodilehunter.com by his producer, John Stainton, makes a nice summary:
His producer and closest friend, John Stainton said on Croc One today,
The world has lost a great wildlife icon, a passionate conservationist and one of the proudest Dads on the planet. He died doing what he loves best and left this world in a happy and peaceful state of mind. Crocs Rule!
BBC News: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5313078.stm
I don’t usually ping stuff on other blogs, but this rather personal post by web developer Simon Collison left me with a rather warm, fuzzy feeling! I’m sure most of us who spend a lot most of our time on computers can relate to Simon’s feelings, and can appreciate that sometimes we need to remember the big wide world that exists outside our computers, mobile phones, and jobs.
It’s all been rather quiet around here lately, and that’s because Jane and I have recently moved to Telscombe Cliffs, which is (more-or-less) where we both grew up. After a 30-month ‘exile’ in Woodingdean, we’ve bought our first home — a 2-bedroom end-of-terrace with *gasp* front and back gardens!
While most people our age are dead-set on city living, we both agreed that what we really wanted was a house in the suburbs, rather than a flat in a central location. So that’s what we’ve gone for. Personally, having my own private space makes a huge difference to the way I feel at home. In our flat in Woodingdean I was constantly aware of my neighbours, and felt very self-conscious as a result. Now I feel like the personification of the saying "An Englishman’s home is his castle".
It’s been a couple of weeks since we moved in, and we’ve still plently of un-packing to do, but we’ve got the place nice and cosy, and most importantly we now have a broadband connection, which we’d become so accustomed to!
So here’s to many happy years in our new home!
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