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Car club worked fine

Took a vehicle from the car club to which I’ve belonged for some time out for a spin today, the first time I’ve used it, and although I had a few worries before I began about how the technology would work it all seemed fine and absolutely painless.

You use your membership card to unlock the car, put in your pin number, and off you go. Each time you stop and take the key out of the ignition, it asks you if you want to finish the hire – you keep saying no until you want to say yes.

The car is parked a two-minute walk from my house, and seems to be free considerably more often than it is busy – not sure how the economics of that works out, but it is certainly convenient. Why would you want to own a car?

The purpose was a trip to Coldharbour, near Dorking, in the middle of a forest, a long way from the nearest train station, for a cricket game on the most gorgeous ground set into that forest. It was hot (30C-plus) and dry (the grass actually crackled under-foot), so it almost seemed like I was back in Australia.

After rather too long a personal drought I finally got some runs (28), and helped my team to victory with four balls to spare, so it was a good day. (And if my old games mistress Miss Harris would have considered that I scored far too many of the runs behind the wicket – well you can only do what you can do.)

Miscellaneous Politics Science

It is a weird, weird world, my mistresses

In Japan, the market for pencils has boomed, all thanks to some 300-year-old haiku: “First pick up your 2B…”

Matsuo Basho, often dubbed the “father of haiku”, is idolised by the Japanese. His works are drummed into every schoolchild, his deft observation of the natural world emulated by millions of haiku enthusiasts.
A publishing company sought recently to exploit that enthusiasm by creating Enpitsu de Oku no Hosomichi (Tracing the Narrow Road to the Deep North with a Pencil) — a book that has tracing paper between each page so that readers too can copy Basho’s poems as a form of meditation.
The book has sold nearly a million copies, and the effect on the pencil market has been explosive. Japanese have been flocking to stationery shops, and pencil sales have soared by about 3.5 million a month.

Then, an 18cm beetle, thought to have been extinct in Britain since the 18th century, has crawled out of a piece of oak. The giant Capricorn beetle’s immediate ancestors were probably imported, but you never know…

Cerambyx cerdo is still found in France and other parts of the Continent, but it is classified as extremely rare across its range.
The body of the adult, which lives for only a few weeks, measures 5cm, but its antennae stretch a further 11cm. These are used by males to detect the pheromone scent emitted by females.
The beetles make a screeching noise by rubbing their legs together to warn off predators and have large, powerful jaws capable of biting through wood. They can give a nasty nip if handled.
The giant capricorn was thought to have died out in Britain when the demand for timber meant that fallen oak trees were cut up and used rather than left to rot. The beetles spend two years as larvae burrowing through wood until they emerge to look for a mate.

And the British police and government deserves to fit in the same category, since they’ve apparently decided that carrying an article from a mainstream magazine, Vanity Fair, in Parliament Square is an illegal act.

Its London editor, Henry Porter, yesterday angrily wrote to the Metropolitan police commissioner, Sir Ian Blair, over an incident in which police appeared to claim that an article in the magazine constituted “politically motivated material”….
Porter, a vocal critic of Tony Blair’s record on civil liberties, who recently took part in a detailed email exchange on the subject with Mr Blair in the Observer, said in his letter that the matter was of serious concern. “The word sedition was not used, but clearly that is the light in which the article was regarded by the Metropolitan police,” he wrote.
Porter, who has the backing of Vanity Fair’s publisher, Graydon Carter, said it was extremely worrying if police could not tell the difference between a mainstream publication and a “terrorist sheet”.

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Don’t send your daughter to medical school

… unless she really wants to go.

A recent visit to the GP (“family” doctor as I believe you’d say in the US) left me musing on how many people ill-suited to the role end up in it. There’d been an odd note in the receptionist’s voice when she said “I’ve an appointment with Doctor X?” and when I met this doctor I knew why. He reminded me of another doctor I knew in Bangkok who was a brilliant diagnostician but had no bedside manner whatsoever, capable of saying things that reduced patients to tears. (Along the lines of “well you obviously shouldn’t be with that boyfriend then, should you?”)

The fact is, the role of a general practitioner involves mostly dealing with people – speaking kindly to them , trying to disabuse them of odd notions, reassuring them. It requires empathy, people skills, not blinding intelligence. In fact this is likely to be a disadvantage, because you’ll quickly get fed up with all of the stupid things people say to you.

Which is why it is sad that so many bright people are pushed into studying medicine. (I think of a schoolfriend who wanted to study physics and astronomy, but was pushed by her parents to “be a doctor”, because that was the highest status, and best-paying, thing they knew.)

Even I – patently unsuited to being a doctor – felt some of this pressure, which thank the heavens I had the sense to reject. (I played with the idea of doing vet science instead, but a stint working in a vet’s fixed that, when I realised that what it mostly required was dealing with owners rather than animals.)

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Eat at the British Museum

I’m told I’m a bit behind the times here, but the food at the British Museum staff canteen had got so bad (a curling, dried-up egg sandwich on white bread doesn’t even meet my “desperate for food, 4.30pm lunch” standards) that I haven’t been in it for ages.

I had to today, however, and found, hooray, a whole new group of caterers. Real food. Tasty food. A yummy vegetable curry that was really worth eating.

And I’m told that the same group has taken over all of the outlets of the museum – so do check it out.

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Hi ho, hi ho…

it is away from my computer I go. Back in c. 36 hours… the Carnival reading should keep you going for that long.

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An amazing instrument

Just walked in from the British Library 20 minutes into the England-Sweden World Cup game and switched on the radio. I knew within a couple of seconds from the strain in the commentator’s voice that things weren’t going well, before I’d heard any actual information. Isn’t the human voice an amazing instrument?

(For anyone in Antartica the vocal strain is now diluted, since England are leading 1-0 at half-time. But Owen still has an injured knee, I should imagine.)