Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

Memories

“In the longer term, CAFE is a deadly blood-for-oil trade-off…It’s lethal effects on vehicle safety were documented in the National Research Council’s 2001 study, which found that its downsizing incentive contributes to 2,000 deaths annually. Its sponsors may pretend otherwise, but the Boehlert-Markey bill would make that death toll even worse.” …because as we all […]

“Can you really make fuel out of cats?“

A Brazilian man buried himself in concrete in protest at the country’s minibus legislation. As if life wasn’t complicated enough, Fluxx introduced to Japan. And the secret life of metronomes – from jwz, via my dyslexia reparse.

Grandi was talking some time ago about this – Long bonds are back and 30-Year Treasury Bond Revived After 4-Year Hiatus. I don’t really remember how he explained it, but I think it went something like this….what does this revival mean? If you are in government you have a number of ways to raise money, […]

One (thousand) for Pete

Sunday was the gathering at Woodchester Mansion. I popped in to Oxford on the way, where I caught up with Grandi, redkitty23 and purple_pen – there was much excitement including, among other things, ladders and airpumps, but it was all OK in the end. Of course I was late leaving, so arrived at the mansion, […]

“I’m going to go and press the panic button now, sir, because you are getting abusive”

Lessons learned from the aftermath of Katrina…there are, I’m sure, many lessons to be learned. But one thought in particular struck me, and I figured it was worth a little more exploration. It is really an extension of my concern about the continuing viability of cities. By living in a city, in the kind of […]

More untidy suicides

Should I be worried or happy that Clint Mansells Requiem for a Dream soundtrack seems to have leaked into Radio 4s daytime schedule? I thought I heard it a couple of weeks back, and this morning it was backing music for a very sensible program about comprehensive education. I never did write up my day […]