For a dozen years I lived in a studio flat with windows facing the south. It wasn’t so bad after I had Venetian blinds installed, but still… this is miles better. And the translucent PVC curtains are great as well, given I’m living on the ground floor and often up into the wee small hours.
But I still can’t get used to waking up late in the morning on what is seemingly a dark cloudy day, drawing the curtains open, and finding out that in fact the sun is shining with all his might…
This business of writing something and putting it in a queue instead of immediately posting it, as I’m doing here and on WordPress, has definitely one great advantage. You can do a bulk of posts on the same day, then refrain from writing for some time altogether. A possible reader still gets smaller and more regular, consequently more easily digestible, doses.
It’s also somewhat scary though. Imagine having a long (in terms of publishing time) queue and accidentally dying. A possible reader checks for, and gets, new posts from you for quite some time without having the slightest idea that in fact you are no longer among the living…
These days, researches concluding that being bilingual is enhancing your intellectual abilities even in non-linguistic areas are emerging quite often. This one, however, took me somewhat aback.
“Under quiet, laboratory conditions, both groups – the bilingual and the English-only-speaking students – responded similarly. But against a backdrop of noisy chatter, the bilingual group were far superior at processing sounds. They were better able to tune in to the important information – the speaker’s voice – and block out other distracting noises – the background chatter.”
I daresay I’m bilingual all right (possibly bi-et-semi-lingual or more), but inability to block out background noise is one of the heaviest burdens I carry.
I spent a few months following and unfollowing various accounts and tweeting myself to find out what makes it one of the 10 most visited websites.
The advantage is that unlike on, say, Blogger, you can’t waste hours and hours of your time writing a blog as dull and long as something by Sir Walter Scott.
The disadvantage is that with 140 characters you can express an opinion, but you don’t have enough space for even beginning to justify it.
So I mean to keep an eye on the dozen accounts I’m still following (this number will probably slightly decrease over time) and “share” links to pages I find interesting.
Occasionally, maybe, “silently shout out”.
Funny how during my recent visit to the old country the idea of the frequency of future visits evolved.
Before going there I only intended to repeat it every several years. But I felt it polite to pretend to my relatives I expected to come back every other year; somehow I got subconsciously accustomed to the notion. And after leaving my last best friend I seriously considered returning every single year, just for the sake of meeting him again.
That was probably no more than a consequence of the mood of the moment though. Pondering it soberly again, every few years would possibly be the best solution.
I’d noticed the film existed but hadn’t been interested enough to remember the name. Arriving in Stansted for the first time last November, welcomed by this poster (well the wording was different, something about its still being the London musical to see), I had no idea what it was about.
Neither was I interested enough to remember the name after that; tried to find it on the Net but failed.
However, two days ago I was in Stansted again – and the poster was still there. I wrote the name down to my jotter, and lo and behold where Wiki later led me.
It’s a small world all right.
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