The BBC reported a rather disturbing study on safety and bicycle helmets. Drivers in the UK apparently will give far less space to cyclists wearing protective gear and reflective clothing than they do to cyclists wearing street clothes. The offered explanation is that drivers may think the properly attired cyclist…
My friends Heather and Patrick are now on Day Three of the Scooter Cannon Ball Run. Yes, that’s right, a bunch of scooterists are riding across country, from the Oregon coast to New Jersey. An odd contest–so odd, the Washington Post covered it. It is technically a race, but endurance…
…that Malcolm Gladwell, in addition to being funny and illuminating, has a big fro.
“Talent. Do we have the right talent? How do we recruit and retain talent?” That was Steve Ballmer’s (paraphrased) answer to the question “What keeps you up at night?” posed by a Microsoft employee at the company’s annual marketing symposium today. If I hadn’t realized I was at a different…
So, the kid who hit my car (well, his dad, probably) took two weeks to return phone calls from his insurance company. But he finally called and accepted full responsibility! I’m getting a pay-out!
“You’re a troublemaker!””You’re too rambunctious!” Exactly what an uncle should be!
Another little bit of cultural differences. Microsoft has a vast art collection (Oracle had some too), including a large, low sculpture made of wood that is right outside my building. Unfortunately, the wood has been rotting. Apparently, it’s due to moisture. Which is surprising, because dead wood normally doesn’t deteriorate…
OK, I normally don’t post news articles, but… this one is too good. I mean, after a night of drinking on the porch, a man wakes up missing his pants, $3,500 in cash, and doesn’t remember how he got to bed or anything else from the previous night, either… If…
When I woke up Monday morning, I started thinking of metaphors for how my body felt. Beat with baseball bats, played football without pads… but eventually, I settled on “I feel like I was hit by a truck.” Which is, I think, a stunningly apt metaphor. Conveniently, Sunday afternoon, I…
I’m fine. Just bruised. My Vespa starts beautifully. Just looks bad. Kid driving an SUV with three of his buddies in the car turned left in front of me. Narrow road, no where I could go. A few more feet, and my brakes would have stopped me.
