Just discovered this lovely little site.

5 minutes in and I’d already bought 3 books and signed up to an Amazon Prime free trial.
I’m suggestible, aren’t I?

Just discovered this lovely little site.

5 minutes in and I’d already bought 3 books and signed up to an Amazon Prime free trial.
I’m suggestible, aren’t I?
A lot of people have been talking about the book Nudge recently. To quickly sum up, the book is about the irrational ways that people behave and the little things or ‘nudges’ that can be employed to create behavioural change.
I haven’t read the book yet, but it’s on my Amazon wishlist.
At work we’ve recently been having a problem with mice – the cold weather brings them in, apparently. The messiness of the our work kitchen seemed to exacerabate the problem, so two weeks ago, we had at least 10 ‘new’ Rocketeers join us.
The state of the kitchen has always been a pet peeve of mine - if you make a mess, clean it up. Anyway, after we got the exterminators in, I decided to run a little experiment in ‘nudging’ my colleagues to be tidier.

Two weeks on, I’m very happy to report that the experiment has been a success, the kitchen is in much less of a state than it was before and our furry friends have found new homes.

Some clever person said that this app is the ultimate Yuppie geek convergence, however I beg to differ. The ultimate Yuppie convergence would be a Zip Car / Ocado / Ikea mash-up that can also somehow pick up Hummingbird cupcakes along the way. But, I digress.
Zip Car have released a truly awesome app and this, alongside this recent news means my resistance to the iPhone is slowly breaking down. Come one, developers, get developing! There’s a big Blackberry app market as well!
The boyfriend and I are big fans of Zip Car, having used their service here in the UK and back in Canada. Cheap membership, no annoying rental offices, local pick-up and drop-off – what’s not to like? And with this app, their service has been taken to the next level.

You can look for cars in your local area and then narrow down by class and by make.

Then once you choose which car’s for you, you can reserve it there and then. That’s right. No print outs, no trips to rental offices in the middle of nowhere.

You just hit ‘Yeah, Book It!’ and you’re good to go.

Then when you’re ready to pick up the car and drive off, hit the drive button and your iPhone turns into a key fob that even beeps like a horn!

So the time is here. On Sunday, I run 13.1 miles in the Great North Run in Newcastle. It’s not the longest distance in the world, but it is the farthest I’ve ever run and it’s all on behalf of the Alzheimer’s Society, who do fantastic work in helping those who’ve been affected by dementia.
This is all part of a challenge I set myself in the run-up to my 30th in November. I decided to stop chatting about all the things I’ve always wanted to do (like run a half-marathon and a marathon) and actually do them.
I’ll won’t lie to you, the training hasn’t been easy. I now know Notting Hill / Holland Park / Kensington / Hyde Park / Fitzrovia incredibly well and have given myself headaches, shin splits, blisters, sunburns and dehydration in the process.
I’ve also been introduced to the masochism that is sport massage and discovered in the process that a good massage can get rid of tight calves, introduce me to muscles I had no idea I had and set my pain threshold much higher.
If you fancy donating some spare cash, click over to my Just Giving page.
I love getting mail. As I’ve mentioned before, for me, there’s still no digital equivalent to the anticipation I feel whilst opening a piece of mail. No matter how obvious it is, I still think, “Ooh, I wonder what this could be?”.
I was even excited when I received this package from the Economist because the address label was written with what has to be the neatest handwriting on earth.

So when I walked into work this morning and saw this on my desk, my interest was piqued.

“A big, black cardboard tube – what on earth?,” is pretty much what I was thinking as I opened it. So you’ll imagine my disappointment, when all that was inside was a promotional poster for the FT.

Besides being a bit wasteful, I wondered what the point of the poster was. A quick reminder of the FT that I would put in the recycling bin soon after? I’m all for media owner mailouts, but the most memorable ones are things that are fun (like these gold pom poms!), a bit different or useful.