Downside’s Deathwatch is a cash-flow analysis. The death date is simply the day the company will run out of cash, based on their reported liquid assets and loss rate. When the cash runs out, something bad for stockholders has to happen. [Downside’s Deathwatch | via Metafilter]
Today’s most ridiculously obscure waste of column inches comes from Wired News, who have written a three page article on how they’ve decided to change their style sheet so that what was “email” is now “e-mail”. Honestly – I’m a journalist, and I don’t even give a damn about that one…
Tom’s Teenage Diary, Monday May 6th 1991
On plane to NYC now, and it’s about 3.15 GMT. The music on these aero-headphones is bearable (even a bit of TT), but has already repeated itself three times. Plane left Amsterdam late due to one engine having difficulties. Would be OK except the lights and power kept going off.
When I arrive in New York I shall have the honour of being confronted by people demanding to know why I want to go there. From what I’ve heard of NYC, this is a very good question.
I’m not entirely sure that Americans are all that sympathetic to holiday-makers, especially those with no fixed abode once they reach said country. However, I have all the bumph, so I shouldn’t have much of a problem (I hope).
This bald guy in front keeps sticking his chair at me. GRRRRRR…
Whoah! Having my first cab-ride with this amazing guy who I can hardly understand. It’s grey and damp, but not actually raining. It’s quite humid as well. Everytime the car moves suddenly, like, the “gas” (getting into the terminology) sloshes around like hell. First impressions of the USA: Not as bad as I thought! There is a lot of NY that looks like the place was constructed on a rubbish dump. It looks (in places) like all those films of post-“bomb” looting and riots. There is greyness and thousands of cars, barbed wire and dirt, but also a great feeling of vitality and passion.
Whether this guy is actually taking me to the Carlton remains to be seen.
Excerpts from a Subterranean Diary:
You know those horror /slasher movies which are really exciting but relentless and exhausting? The ones where the monster just keeps coming back again and again? The ones where there are many fake resolutions before the final one actually comes around? The ones that even then spawn endless sequels, each of which is slightly more implausible? I bloody love those films.
Feel like crap and seem to be still coughing up nice chunky green blobs of goo. Had this bloody cold all weekend, but kept it at bay by taking vast amounts of day nurse. Since I got back, I thought it was probably best to let the damn thing run its course (I mean I’ve had it for a week now and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better). So I feel like crap. I must look like some haggard mid-50’s bachelor uncle.
Fuck me. Back in London. What a bizarre weekend. It’s really late, and I’m completely exhausted, so I’m not going to go into too many details, except to say that I’ve had very little sleep (for various reasons), spent a hell of a lot of money and really need to go to bed now. A couple of very brief asides to people around the place:
So much more to say. Not sure I can be bothered.
“i was thinking how fun it’d be to tell you about my night in british slang, but then i remembered… if i wanted to do that, i’d just have Tom type something up for me.”
Infinite Monkeys. Really. Why bother?
One last thing before I duck off to pastures new for the weekend – not so soft has redesigned. And since we like her, and we like it, I thought I should tell you to go there now.
I’m off to New York this afternoon. How cool is that? I’ll be in the Big Apple by 9.30 this evening.