Monday, March 30, 2009
After six months, and days spent traipsing from one office to the next, I finally have a N.I.E. (Número de Identificación Extranjero), and can get medical cover, have a bank account etcetera. I'm a real boy!
Monday, March 23, 2009
I've been away in Oxford, and when I've been here in Madrid my camera hasn't, and when my camera has I've forgotten to plug in the cable, and a load of other boring logistical things, but now I and my camera and the cable are all in the same place, so here are some photos from the Great Blizzard® of February 2009.
Posted by James Womack at 4:02 pm
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Frame 1. Kapow!
Frame 2. 'And so we meet, Adolf...'
Frame 3. 'You!'
Frame 4. 'I offered you friendship, but you preferred to start a war. Now I have come to destroy you.'
Frame 5. 'Caucasian Untermensch! Now I am at the height of my powers!'
Frame 6. 'Is that all you can do?'
There's more, if you really want to see it, here.
Posted by James Womack at 3:21 pm
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Here's the basic story, and here is the original article.
This is the summary. Zoo keepers at Furuvik Zoo in Sweden have discovered that a chimpanzee which annoyed visitors by throwing stones at them was in fact making a coherent and thought-through plan for the future: they found lots of piles of stones on the creature's island, and then observed the animal gathering stones so that it would have ammunition when the visitors it wanted to frighten away turned up. This proves that chimpanzees have the capacity, previously thought to be only human, to plan for the future. This story pleased me.
Then the aftermath: in order to calm the chimpanzee down and stop it throwing rocks at people, they cut its balls off. This doesn't please me so much.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Barreleye is the common name for the fish which make up the Opisthoproctidae. They are deep-sea predators (living at about 700m), distinguished by (urgh) having transparent heads. Of course, when they are brought to the surface, their fragile heads explode. Here are some pictures of a barreleye in its normal habitat.
The newspaper story is here, the advertising bumf is here. It's a bit of a 'Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis' moment (the full text of Cope's poem is hidden somewhere in the link given), but there's a deal of pleasure in repeating Shockin'ly Spaiked O'er Smot to oneself in occasional dreamy moments.