Harvesting web technologies

Wednesday, who doesn’t love a Wednesday? It’s halfway through the week, there are only two days left before crazy Friday (thank god it’s only Friday that’s crazy) and you’re comfortably settled in your work routine. Ah, the bliss of the Wednesdays.And that’s not even half of the story. On Wednesdays, my best buds from right around the corner come round in a big mighty truck (they’d call it a lorry or possibly a van) and drop off a box of swell vegetables (the very same ones where Amaia’s sweet swedes came from). And on that day, when I hurry home from work, it feels a bit like Christmas all over again: I’m in eager expectation of the box. I open […]

Have you ever noticed how often the engines are on when you board a train, a plane, or other means of public transport (including buses)? They’re nearly always on – even in the case of planes where in lieu of the main engines used for thrust, an auxiliary engine runs to provide the cabin with enough electricity to light the passengers’ way through to their seats.Now, have you ever noticed how often those engines are turned off well before departure for a handful of seconds sometimes stretched upwards to a full lengthy minute? Why do they do that? Is it a sign from the conductor/pilot/driver? Are they signaling to us that yes they do exist? Do they want to remind […]

Last night approached the surreal for my little suburbian life for which the most adequate has to be tranquil if not sleepy like the county where I have settled in.Last night we hit town, the big one with a capital C as in City. Last night we went to London’s northern borough of Camden to attend a concert like no other in a venue grand in name and feature, Alexandra Palace. The boys on stage were none other than the four fellows from the brisky country anchored out in the midst of the Ocean, Iceland, a country that has reached unparalleled heights of publicity with the economic crisis in recent weeks. But to be fair to the ebullient island, it […]

PART I Again we had decided to wake on the brink of dawn – at least respectably late dawn – around 8 AM or so. The weather was grey but not inclement and we were grateful for the sole fact it was not raining for after all this was November in France, not the mellowest month of all.We made our way down to the ’stable’ where our hostess had laid an even more impressive breakfast than the one we’d had the day before. She had concocted several jams of her own devise: one could read on the handwritten labels such intriguing mixtures of pumpkin and lemon, zucchini with orange, apple with carrot… She had carefully laid the jam preserves in […]