Saturday, 28 February 2009

Working long hours?


Working long hours 'puts us at higher risk of dementia': "Middle-age workers doing more than 55 hours a week have poorer mental skills, including short-term memory and ability to recall words, than those clocking up fewer than 41 hours, a study has found.

The stress and exhaustion of long hours could be as bad for the brain as smoking"
Those doing the most overtime recorded lower scores in two of the five key brain function tests - reasoning and vocabulary. -- or dare I suggest that sub-standard reasoning and poor debate skills might themselves lead to the subject being hoodwinked (by themselves or others) into working those hours? As a monk once told me, "No one diagnosed of a terminal disease ever wished they'd spent more time at the office."
In what is maybe a related story on how animals may be smarter than we think, Daily Grail points out how it is your cat that spends the day lounging on your bed while its you that goes off to work.

Thursday, 26 February 2009

The Devil & Michael Cleveland

Wrath of the Grapevine: "Our Red-Horned Bogieman presented young Michael with the ancient Fiddle of Souls, strung with the strings of pity, of hope, of love, of joy, of death.

Not only was young Michael of Cleveland the only person in history to ever own this fiddle who did not have to give up his soul in exchange for it, but our unassuming lad was also the only person humble enough to wield such a mighty instrument safely."
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Wednesday, 25 February 2009

asimo

Japanorama visits with two new additions to the Asimo line

Thursday, 19 February 2009

Welcome To The Game

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Globaleyes: "Slowly, Michael opened his eyes. There was a group of people standing above him, some smiling, some looking concerned.
'Did they burn - did they burn it?'
There was silence. 'I think you had a fall young man' said a kindly American voice. 'Take your time'.
Two people sat him up and another offered him a hot drink. He sipped at the thermos without saying anything, his breath rasping in the cold. He shook.
'What happened to me?' Michael asked.
'You fainted' said a woman with a British accent.
'The soldiers. Where did the soldiers go?'
'Oh pet,' she giggled, 'there haven't been any soldiers here for decades'."
From the wretched hive of scum and bloggery that is Blather.net, a multi-media tale to tell that starts at the beginning and runs with it. Be sure to check out the Google Maps Edition

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