I travel a lot. The greenhouse gas emissions from my air and car trips, and from the power consumed by my long-distance train journeys, have probably single-handedly wiped out at least 15 beachfront eco-hippie communes this year alone.
In addition to two great podcasts that I’ve been enjoying recently, these being
…or our miserable, arguably borderline criminal, experience with Movistar.
I recently found a bunch of old currency that I must have picked up at various flea markets as a kid. While I wait for frames to arrive, here are some of the more interesting ones.
Yesterday, I decided I wanted my usual when-in-San Francisco vodka gibson, and walked into a bar that was always a dependable watering hole – red leatherette seats, Italian opera on the jukebox, grouchy white-jacketed barkeeps who didn’t lose a word and mixed a competent martini.
Stracciatella cheese with top notch coppa, hand-cut beautiful tartare, perfectly done sole meunière (fresh fish even on a Sunday), and some white wine I don’t recall but boy was it good.
I thought of this when reading the reddit thread Explain Hitler’s Time Travel Exemption Act like You Are the head of Hitler’s security and IAm the tenth time traveler assassin you’ve had to deal with this week.
A colleague of mine recently posted this link to a story about how Swiss hunters may henceforth no longer be allowed to use “game cams”. These are motion-activated cameras designed to record wild animals without humans nearby to spook them.
…just because the name escaped me before