It's a duck pond.
Why aren't there any ducks?
I don't know. There's never any ducks.
Then how do you know it's a duck pond?
Saturday, September 23
Back in the 80s, through to the mid-90s, I bought New Scientist every single week, and read it from cover to cover.
And then... Well, let's just say that I didn't leave New Scientist, New Scientist left me.
The economic illiteracy of the editors I could cope with, more or less; it's a popular science magazine, not an economics journal.
But the growing scientific illiteracy was harder to stomach. The increasing tendency to "study the controversy" and publish articles that were complete and obvious nonsense eventually drove me away.
Friday, September 22
Celebrating 61 years of preventing war between Germany and France.
(Actually, the party isn't until October 24th, but I'll forget the point by then.)
Wednesday, September 20
Monday, September 11
I remember September 12 2001. I awoke unaware of what had happened overnight, had breakfast, dressed, headed off to work.
And as I passed the newsagent, I saw the headline:
WORLD TRADE CENTER COLLAPSESAnd I thought, no, that's wrong, they mean "world trade talks collapse". Something like that. How could they make such an error on the front page?
Then the pictures, and the video.
It was not only America that was attacked that day; it was all of civilisation. We must never forget that.
Oh, and if you happen to meet an editor of the Sydney Morning Herald, please punch them in the face for me.
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