VOTE!
People have died for it.
People have died for it.
Interesting little factoid from Downing Street Says…. Apparently the Prime Minister does not vote in local elections in his constituency, because he receives council services in London. As there are no elections in London tomorrow, he will not be able to vote in the last election of his premiership.
Factoid of the day is from Dr. Neil Basescu, in
Knowing pi to 39 decimal places would nearly suffice for computing the
circumference of a circle enclosing the known universe with an error no greater than the
nucleus of a hydrogen atom
Interesting article in Salon (sub or watch an ad, sorry) about the way that the leftish “netroots” of the Democratic Party are aping the tactics of the conservative movement.
My factoid of the day today comes from last month’s Prospect, where David Goodhart reports that if London were as densely populated as Paris, it would have a population of 35m rather than 7.5m.
Earlier this week I attended a Council of Europe conference on participation and electronic democracy. It was a very interesting event, attended by people from most Western European countries (no Central or Eastern Europe, although Estonia was mentioned as an example of good practice at the national level). The EU, EP and OECD were also represented, all of whom had their own worthy statement of ambitions, and occasionally promises of money.
Thoughts from the conference, in no particular order, after the jump.
It’s not just those nasty European bureaucrats who have long rows about chocolate standards.
Bill Thompson’s latest BBC article combats the ludicrous scare-mongering of the Sindy and others, who claim that Wi-Fi systems rot your brain, cause cancer, and are the reason for unsightly ear hair.
I’ve just been seeing what search terms led people to this blog (“Spinach Poisoning” is always popular, I should make that post more interesting).
Two close together, one from the Netherlands and one from the UK, showed a new and disturbing trend (of two). The second was comparatively reasonable: “Stephanie Flanders married children”. The first, however, was “Stephanie Flanders nude” for which, following research, I see I am the second Google listing.
Sorry to disappoint, guys, but they don’t really do that sort of thing on Newsnight…
To Strasbourg for the first time, for a conference at the Council of Europe on democracy and participation (more on which in a separate post).
My trip did not begin well, with a late change of plan at the Brighton end requiring a last-minute change of travel arrangements and an overnight in the Mercure Gare de l’Est Château Landon before catching the 0644 train to Strasbourg. The Mercure hotel was pleasant enough in terms of fittings, but the room was SO HOT I could barely catch a minute’s sleep, and with only six hours from arrival to departure, I got on the train the next morning feeling very much in need of a café noir and a croissant. In another blow, the train was a Corail express to Munich, and the cafe was run by DB, whose coffee was poor and whose croissants were non-existent.
Finally, when I arrived at Strasbourg, twenty minutes late, I ended up going to the wrong place – to the European Parliament building rather than the Palais de l’Europe where the Council is based. They are only across the canal from each other, but without the magical blue badge of a guest at the Parliament, you have to make a 500m detour along the towpath to cross the water. Add to that the contradictory directions given by well-meaning people in the Parliament building (who assumed I had a pass), and you get an hour wandering around in the hot sun with a heavy suitcase and an increasingly tetchy frame of mind.
Happier tales after the jump.