prophecy

Lo, is it not written? And will it not come to pass as was foretold, yea, even in Babylon?

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Let’s drop the big one.

There is one thing I simply don’t understand about the war party.

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people who can count

count for more than people who can’t. Rupert, for example, worked out for me how much bigger are the pits in CD than the bases on a string of DNA. It turns out that, if both were the same size, we’d have to be a hundred feet tall. The pits in a CD are so small that you can fit 3 billion of them into a string five kilometres long, and then coil the whole thing onto a CD. The three billion base pairs of DNA are only a metre long and are coiled into every cell of your body. That’s thin.

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one good man

is unhappy about the choice of Rowan Williams for Canterbury: my freind Angus, who is as decent an honourable as anyone I know. But his wife is on holiday this week, and it disconcerts him to hear the radio going on and on about her. Every time he turns it on, there are strange men telling him what a good thing “Rowan” is for the church of England.

It certainly proves God’s sense of humour that the Archbishop of Canterbury and the editor of the Erotic Review should both have “Rowan” for a Christian name.

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more global fame

Your questions aswered by an expert.

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Do you hate all Jews?

A question asked of Gary Trudeau in the feedback to his Doonesbury site.

I especially like the idea that anyone who laughs at Shrub has blood on his hands. It’s as enlightening as being instructed by Waggy Jim that it was European anti-semitism that caused the holocaust, so Britain has no right to criticise Israel. Who can forget those years from 1939-41 when America stood alone against the might of Nazi Europe?

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snot green

The phrase turned up in my search requests this morning; I don’t know why, since I couldn’t find myself in Google on the subject. I did, however, find this list of colours for boy’s dolls.

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Remember googlewhacking?

Sex in vegetables works. Actually, I was wondering where fruitless plants have their seeds: once they’ve been pollinated, where do the seeds appear? I still don’t know.

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The new new cuisine

I came on this fragment of a transcript when I was working this morning. AC is Alan Coulson, at the Sanger Centre, who probably knows more about the extraction of DNA than any man alive. “John” is Sir John Sulston. ACB is me, trying to make sense of it all. Any resemblance to the girl who earns her living is accidental, and right at the end.

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homonyms

When it says on my resume that I used to be the chief reporter for the Spectator, it doesn’t mean this one. Heteronym isn’t the right word, either, though it’s groping in the right direction.

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