2015 — 8 June: Monday
Rapidly driven away1 from the UK's flagship radio "news" station. The asymmetric Irish Catholic bias against (unwed) mother and baby versus (unwed) father and baby — and there's always a father in the picture, is there not? — provokes nothing but ire, I fear. Enough! There's much to be done by way of tidying up around here and I predict there will be several trips to the municipal garden waste receptacle interspersed with my more usual entertainments in the coming week or so.
Not before a nice, fresh cuppa, of course.
Were Christa...
... still alive (and still insisting on not retiring yet!) I suspect her translation work would still be a viable income stream. This is still a fascinating article, however. With a venomous sting in the tail/tale. Source and telling snippet:
Beyond that, he said, he hoped to help ameliorate the time lag in the proliferation of international news. I asked him what he meant.
"There was, for example, a huge delay with the Germanwings crash."
It wasn't the example I was expecting. "But what was that delay, like 10 or 15 minutes?"
He cocked his head. "That's a huge delay if you're a trader."
I didn't say anything informational in words, but my body or face must have communicated a response the engineer mistranslated as ignorance. "It's called cross-lingual arbitrage. If there's a mine collapse in Spanish, you want
to make a trade as quickly as possible."
There's even a reference to this:
From which you can see (if you click on the pic) that I've learned how to use the GIMP's gamma, colour, and contrast adjustment settings :-)
Thanks, Mr Postie
I shall be delighted to squeeze this polymath's last chunk of autobio material somewhere on to my shelves. Though not before I've read it:
And (for reasons not unconnected with packing density and differing sizes) probably not too close to any of its three shelf mates (click the pic to see those).
Useful...
... though a website of opening times is, I can't help feeling it would be even more helpful to point a webcam at the length of the queue of cars stuffed with who-knows-what all waiting to get into and use the local tip. One might think the local authority could re-purpose one of their many surveillance cameras to that equally socially useful end. You never know: it might even save me a wasted journey. [Pause] Or, irritatingly, three...