Confessions of a Dibberous Mind

A new iPod has been announced that can act as a watch as well as doing all the usual iPod stuff... You know... Playing music really poorly but doing it with enough superfluous bells and whistles to keep the herd nonchalantly grazing away. Apparently it is small enough to be docked into a strap so that you can wear it on your wrist. Next up will be a new app in which you guide a sinking Steve Jobs around a swamp whilst he desperately clutches at straws.  

I'm trying man, I'm trying really hard... I eat too much crap and it's depressing me. It's not that I don't like fruit - in fact I bloody love the stuff. A good strawberry has a kiss of flavour that no artificially created taste could ever hope to emulate and a mouthful of peach (careful now) can invoke in me feelings of a most cliched and pretentious nature. There's something easy about crap though isn't there? You know what you're going to get. The worst criminal in this battle for olfactory control is chocolate - what a bastard! Chocolate is the Amsterdam window whore of the food world. It loiters in your pysche promising a life changing experience and secretly (or otherwise) you long for its embrace - it's a meaningless embrace though and one for which you will pay dearly. At best it's a decadent memory best kept to one's self, at worst a guilt-ridden quick-fix, a swift knee-trembler in a dark and filthy alleyway. So why must fruit be h...

I recently came across the following speculation by Aldous Huxley. Written whilst on board a cruise ship in 1933 and taken from the travelogue "Beyond the Mexique Bay" "In 1980 the population of the Western world will probably be somewhat smaller than it is at present. It will also, which is more significant, be differently constituted. The birth-rate will have declined and the average age of death have risen. This means that there will be a considerable decrease in the numbers of children and young people, and a considerable increase in the numbers of the middle-aged and old. Little boys and girls will be relatively rare; but men and especially women (since women tend to live longer than men) of sixty-five years old and upwards will be correspondingly more plentiful - as plentiful as they are on a cruising liner in 1933" It amazes me that a passage can be so wrong and yet, simultaneously, so right; but then, Huxley has never ceased to amaze me since my teens. ...