I am watching the zero air temperature height line. Will it drop below the height of the Flumserberg ski lifts, by the time Clare and Beezly come to visit in a few weeks?

I’ve been working abroad for nearly a year now, and it’s come to my attention that I’m missing quite a lot of goings ons. My company has hired new people and people have quit. I got a new housemate, and then she left again. I’m now living with my little brother, except I’m not, because I’m only there about three or four days per month. It’s weird. Most upsetting of all, a year ago I could count the number of single women I knew on one hand. Now at least three of them have paired off with someone.

I’m in fairly regular contact with housemates, workmates, and canoe club mates electronically. And I fly back every now and then. But sometimes it feels like I’m struggling to maintain a tenous connection to my real life. Especially today, after three weeks here. But I’m off to the airport right now, in time for drinks with workmates in London tonight!

I just got back from a kayaking holiday in Canada. We took three posh businessmen’s hire cars and totally wrecked them, strapping kayaks to the rooves, and driving them up bumpy dusty logging roads on a 3 week trek around the rivers of British Columbia. The whitewater was excellent, and I got to see a wild bear, and I caught a salmon, and… and… and… the others didn’t want to eat my salmon because they said its face looked diseased, but I think that was just because I’d shoved it head first into the end of my kayak, so I ate it, and it was good.

If you arrive at gate 42 at Zurich airport, then take the first left past some decorative hanging plants, there’s a secret toilet. I think I was the first person to ever use it

Today in Upperthong the cloud base is at approximately 673 metres…
…acording to the Upperthong weather station

I get on my train back to Baden, on my way back from the end-of-season snowboarding weekend in Flumserberg. I have a ludicrously red sun-burnt face. Zurich Hauptbahnhof is bustling as ever, but this time there’s not so many skis and snowboards being carried around. Seems the Swiss dont bother much towards the end of the season.

On the platform there’s a guy with a moustache and a guy without a moustache. They stand there together, while everyone walks past. They have their arms around each other’s backs.

My impression of Switzerland so far has been based on the family-oriented church-going communities around Baden. I’m imagining Swiss society to be a little backward with regard to homosexuality, so I’m a little surprised to see these blokes in a homosexual embrace in such a public place. But then again, Zurich is a big city, and I certainly wouldn’t be surprised to see it in London.

A middle-aged woman is sitting near me. She’s chubby and has a motherly look about her, which seems to be typically Swiss. She’s like every other family-oriented church-going Swiss woman I’ve seen living around Baden. She stares at the man with the moustache, and the man without a moustache. I am imagining it is a disapproving stare.

But the train starts to move. She waves to them. She presses her face to the window, and continues to wave until they are out of site, and then she slumps in her seat and is obviously trying hard not to cry.

…weird

Last weekend I roller-bladed 12.5 miles around London in a group of over a hundred people. The friday night skate really is great fun. It’s very well organised. They have ‘marshals’ wearing luminous tops, who keep everyone together, and stop the traffic while everyone zooms past. They have a map of the weekly route, weather cancellation information on the website. The route is always in two halves, the second half being faster, for the better skaters.

You have to be pretty good at roller-blading before you should attempt it, because they go fast and they huddle together in a big herd of inter-tangling legs, but if you are a competent street skater, and you find yourself in London on a Friday, I heartily recommend it!

When I’m manically cutting and pasting between windows I sometimes find that MS Outlook suddenly sends my email before I’ve finished typing it. The reason is that they’ve cleverly made ‘Ctrl Enter’ a keyboard shortcut for the send command. In any other type of window, it just behaves like ‘Enter’.

One of these days this is going to get me in serious trouble. It already came close. A while back I sent an email to some guy, to compliment him on his website and ask him a question. Only trouble is I got as far as ‘Nice website’, then accidentally sent the email, complete with a company ‘signature’ which contained an advert for one of our products.

I would normally have deleted this signature, since its a bit crap, and of no relevance to anyone outside the Tibco integration industry (i.e. most people I email), but as it was, this guy received an email which looked like nothing but an advert from my company.

Naturally enough he quickly came back at me with a vicious flame, and I had to explain what an ‘Ctrl-Enter’ing idiot I am. Thankyou microsoft. Thanks for that embarrassment. I am only thankful he didn’t flame the company sales department (which is what I would do in that situation), imagine the explaining I would have to do then.

[UPDATE: Turns out there is a way to switch off Ctrl-Enter keyboard shortcut in outlook. I’m discovering this while also finding that Yahoo! mail AJAX interface somehow does Ctrl+Enter sending. Gah!]

You know those crappy little plastic stirring things which are like teaspoons but without the spoon? Well this office here has those. I decided I should take one and re-use it, for stirring many cups of tea, rather than disposing of it. But then I had it on my desk, and so naturally I developed a habit of chewing on it. The stirring things are made of brittle plastic, so every time I get a cup of tea (approx 3 per hour) I get a new stirring thing, I stir my tea, and I then destroy it by chewing on it, and flecks of saliva covered plastic get stuck behind the keys on my keyboard.

…well now all that’s changed. They’ve introduced plastic spoons, which are better than stirrers, not only because they can be used for eating yoghurts, but also because the plastic is less brittle. One spoon can withstand over a week of chewing. I heartily recommend them to any office supplies manager who is contemplating the spoons vs stirrers decision.

Colds come in three phases. I have now made it to phase 3.

Phase 1 : Very runny nose. You can feel germ ridden nose juice trickling down your throat and into your stomach. As a result of this your throat starts to be irritated, and you start to feel queesey.

Phase 2 : After sleeping with acidic slime in your throat it is sore and tickly. This contributes to the involuntary caughing and sneezing which is giving you a dizzying headache, and spreading germs everywhere.

Phase 3 : The storm has passed. There is some risidual irritation causing the occasional caugh, but some immune response has definately kicked in, and your nose is now producing inexplicable quantities of thick gloopy snot.