A couple of items from across the water caught my eye this morning. I was juggling a million hours ‘contact’ time a week, with looming Observations, with a Performance Review tomorrow, and working 12 hours yesterday as The College had an Open Evening.
So it was calming, useful in the extreme to be able to read a couple of pieces that renew my faith in humanity. Or at least people power of right kind.
Fuck Off Google! – This one’s fairly simple – you can read it HERE
Ahhh, but Sweden – now they were always going to be different weren’t they? Apparently APPLE want to build one of their Churches to Techness in one of Sweden’s oldest ‘town parks’.
Where Councils all over the developed world would be rubbing their market-economies together with unrestrained glee at such a prospect – NO! Stockholm is REALLY PISSED-OFF AT SUCH A STUPID IDEA.
“Apple’s store places itself on a podium on the park’s central axis and dominates the setting, seen from the park,” Nyréns wrote in its response to the consultation. “The building, with its location and size, stakes a claim to be the park’s main building.”
“It takes all its energy and all its aura from the public space and doesn’t add anything,” says Dan Hallemar, editor of Arkitektur, Sweden’s leading architecture magazine. “It’s like a parasite.”
Iceland’s banned TV advert. Iceland as a ‘joke’ supermarket have gone up several notches this year in my estimation, trying far harder than the ‘big four’ to do their bit for the environment – but this tops it all. Good for them, and shame on the idiots who decided it was just too political to air on UK TV.
Great to see some good football. Like millions of us, I never watch it unless it’s the World Cup. This “it’s coming home” is a bit of puzzler though isn’t it?
I mean, to start with – it’s obviously not ; not once our guys start to play some heavyweight talent, and (b) if it were coming home, then it would be going to Uruguay.
(The first World cup was the 1930 FIFA World Cup – held in Uruguay in July 1930).
Still, let’s not mince potatoes shall we?
Anyway – I went onto wikipoobia to do a bit of in-depth analysis, sorry, meaningless crap-chat – and discovered the terribly useful snippet below . . . .
Resigned? What? You, you mean like, resigning from Europe?
In yesterday’s spring budget Phillip Hammond finally got around to announcing that there would be a consultation into the effects of a charge on disposable coffee cups.
What a shame.
I wonder what is wrong with the UK nowadays – that we need a CONSULTATION on whether or not to do something, when that thing itself is only a half-measure?
The technology exists to never use Plastic again in many things, including Coffee cups.
Indeed, sufficient studies abound showing that merely wandering around with giant containers full of frothy drink – as the fashionable thing it has become, contributes toward a sluggish, ailing workforce.
We know our country needs productivity, not just “jobs based on other people having real jobs”– and we need to be technologically advanced.
So here is the idea – 2 years to a complete ban on plastic for anything ‘throwaway’.
The markets will find the solution, invest in creating the solution.
Let’s be brave for a change.
A couple of items hit us this morning – mind you, the hit would have been more gentle if I’d been on some sort of anti-depressant (they say) – apparently many, many more of us should be popping these things. Of course we might explore why Depression is on the increase? But then of course we know, don’t we? The stresses of work, of being pushed toward targets, of consumerism, of crowded, dirty, lout-ridden streets, of dark TV dramas, of our drift from nature, and from neighbourliness and quality time spent away from the modernities of life today. The very things we crave, that were supposed to help us, have had precisely the opposite effect.
The same morning it was reported that President Trump’s answer to the latest school shoot is to arm some of the teachers – we could go on at length – but it seems to boil down to: ‘Want less gun-crime? Then get more guns‘