Lots of people in Barcelona don’t have piped gas, but it doesn’t matter at all. When their canister of butane is about to run out, a man comes along the street yelling BUTAAAANNNNOOO!!!! and, after a brief conversation, he climbs up six flights of stairs with a new one on his back. Easy!
It used to be like that with milk too, but the anatomy of cows’ knees meant that what went up never came down. This destroyed the nascent vaquero industry, as well as leading to the occasional roof collapse (NE). This important information is missing from Daniella Thompson’s very fine series of articles on the Brazilian origins of Milhaud’s Le Boeuf sur le Toit, but it does provide a pleasingly rationalist explanation of the Moschophoros.
- Would Gregor Samsa v2 have been a viable life form?
El País claims today in a piece on Barcelona council’s attempts to use public money to drive private bike rental operators
- evil bald magicians and the nebraskan muslim millennium
Amid celebrations of plane crashes and the imminent extermination of everyone congenitally uncongenial (uncongenital?) to a deranged fascist from Omaha, Malcolm
- Telefónica woes
My hosting provider is blaming yesterday’s down on Telefónica fooking oop the DNS. Conversation the other week with shop assistant employed
Mr B may be between jobs, but there’s no end to the man’s industry. Here he is in action up at
- Proprietary digital mapping query
Just in case any of you are experts in this kind of thing, here’s where I’m at: Data collection is fine. My