Shame that Duckie Salutes Kate Bush is on a Friday night, otherwise I'd so be there. Perhaps I'll have to make do with an iDuck usb key.

There's a reason I don't use GMail.

More encoded antisemitism (or not so), courtesy of Stephen Pollard.

Yom Kippur statistic - 20% of the people who rent movies from Blockbuster in Israel on Yom Kippur are fasting.

Thanks to Yoz, I have discovered The London Noise Map. Just put your postcode in - hours of fun for all the family.

Procrastination Nation

You can see from the volume of posts, reflective of my wandering mind, that I'm not exactly concentrating on the job. I'm supposed to get someone a finished marketing strategy by tomorrow, and I'm flagging. Badly.

Any (concentration) tips?

I read somewhere about how library's are used increasingly less - this story's great: someone returned a book to Inverness library 100 years late (admittedly, it was a reference book than should never have been borrowed in the first place, and the returner was not the borrower, if you see what I mean.)

I've talked about the Big Roll Overbefore (that's when demand for the world's energy outstrips supply), but now it's starting to happen. Oil prices were £46 a barrel yesterday, and are over $50 this morning.

Don't think this doesn't affect you. Sure, some of it's about politics and war, but some of it is about how we think about the earth's precious resources. Do something today that conserves energy/resources; turn of lights, don't leave the tap running when you brush your teeth, take the train or bus instead of the car.

Last winter's blackouts in New York, and energy failures in the UK weren't blips. They're the future. That's how the world's going to be from now on, and the only thing that'll change it if is individual's stop thinking it someone else/government's problem, and start beleiving it's their own.

Think about it. It's real. It's happening. It's now.

Turns out there is a Jewish conspiracy.

See, there's the Jesus Is My Homeboy t-shirt at Urban Outfitters, and then there's the Moses is My Homeboy t-shirt at Heeb magazine. Trouble is, the Heeb shopping cart is broken, so I can't buy it. And they take six week's delivery (I know the whole thing runs out of Josh's downtown appartment, cos I've seen it), and that's a long time to wait for instant gratification. Mmmm, what to do?

Everyone loves a Jewish girl. Or not.

Book news: Dishalicious sounds like a book I've already read. Thank the gods.

Special report in the Guardian on Jody Dunn, and her blog, (apparently a technique "borrowed" from American campaigning).

I've checked around online; all her mates at St Andrews love her, her poetry has been reviewed in the Sunday Times.. and here's her biography. Guess what? She used to be a DJ at Ashton's, which is just up the road from me.

The Geek Hierarcy. I'm loving this.

[via LMG]

Could you live without your mobile for six months? No more aproximeeting, for sure.

I can't believe that I've just heard a talking head on the Today programme (name to be verified later, when it goes online), when discussing Jack Straw inadvertantley shaking hands with Robert Mugabe - with whom we don't have diplomatic relations - defending it by saying (essentially) "all those black people look the same, it's hard to tell them apart." Both moderately shocking, and not very true.

Jeremy Rosen has covered the Piers Croke story at somethingjewish.co.uk.

Yay (very internet youth, I know). My friend has got hold of an uncorrected proof copy of Blink : The Power of Thinking Without Thinking, the new Malcolm Gladwell book, and I can read it. And it's not out till February.

Of course, I can't help wondering how long it takes to publish a book; seems an awful long time, but I'm a big Gladwell fan and excited to have stolen something of a march on the publishing industry. Wish Malcolm would update his website, though.

Last night, went to the "soiree" which is an every-so-often organised event, most recently at the Diorama, put together by my friend Arike.

Great evening; everything from spoken work, soca, blues, stand-up, and a fab guy called Alexander D. Great who does calypso on the BBC (somewhere, can't find him).

A couple of years ago, I went to one of these, and got chatting to a fantastic musician who was very taken with my couscous salad (everyone brings a dish to share), A couple of months later, I was rushing home from work, and a busker on the tube yells out "hey, Sasha!" and I think to myself how does that busker know my name, and when I turn around it's this amazing musician who's not looking so great in his busking gear. Small world, right?

If you're here following the Piers Croke story...
Read this first, and then this update.