Coincidence is an interesting thing, and while I bow to the math involved knowing that the relativity of simultaneity can be calculated using Lorentz transformations, the primitive lizard brain still gazes in wonder when such events occur.
In my other life I work for a scientific organization where the emphasis is on things being evidence-based. There’s an enormous focus on measurement. It’s a good thing too, because metrics are a huge component of blogging and social media.
Someplace a little bit lighter. You know how some days, you just look in the mirror and you feel a little – oh gosh – what's the word? Dowdy? Lackluster? Just not quite as hot as your bad ass self wants to be?
Una nota di Donatella Cinelli Colombini mi ha dato lo spunto per una ricerca su quanto accade sul vino sfuso, con particolare riferimento al Sudafrica. Iniziamo con qualche numero, giusto per inquadrare il problema; di questo ringrazio...
A Russian businessman bought a fixer-upper chateau dating from the 18th Century among the vines of Bordeaux. He ordered some renovations, went out of town, and returned to find the entire chateau a pile of rubble.