Friday

Thursday 7 September: Best get used to making pointless noises with my mouth if I want to learn French.

07:02
Paris. A city full of lost souls.
07:07
It's where I'll end up after a lifetime in Dublin.
07:25
God that traditional jazz is beautiful morning fare - wwoz.org.

09.00
1978 Cold War Bulgarian dissident writer Georgi Markov assassinated in London by spy using a poison pellet fired from a specially-designed umbrella
A Markov'd man, 1978

09:27
Email is a pernicious distraction akin to bad radio.

10.10
It takes 24-26 hours for a hen to produce an egg. 30 mins later, she starts making the next one.
10:51
I have to do up a fucking “matrix” and I don't even know what one is. It's a spreadsheet, isn't it?
12:24
I despise the word “infotainment”, because it's a neologism and because it's a bastard of a word born in a car crash in a tunnel under a collapsing mountain. However, technology companies are necessarily dominated by an engineering mindset in which bodging words together is the only way to make concepts fit into the scrapheaps of their minds.
So despite my Puritan approach to English language usage, I'll tolerate the word "infotainment" but only on condition that it's understood to be a nonsense by at least one other person in the world. And provided that I never utter it first.
13:00
Little lunch. Putain dejuner. Fuck lunch.
19:07
Best get used to making pointless noises with my mouth if I want to learn French. Pamalll-eh.