May 2009
Dog of the Week: Oxo
Last week, we walked an arthritic Rottweiler called
Kizzie, and a mental Staffie cross called Oxo. I
forgot my camera. This week, I walked Oxo again, and
forgot my camera again. So instead of photographs,
Oxo will today be represented by an audio recording
made on my iPhone of him as he snuffled around in the
undergrowth. Click here to listen to him –
we’re not sure if his obsession with spending
minutes at a time sniffing an apparently
insignificant patch of grass means his nose is
hypersensitive or dulled beyond use. We just
know that it takes twice as long to cover a set
distance with him. (What is Dog of
the Week?)
International food parcels
Chatting to one of my colleagues from our sister magazine, Mac|Life, the idea of The MacFormat Cultural Outreach Programme was born. I bought and packaged up a selection of the finest comestibles this great nation of ours has ever produced, and mailed them off to the peeps in San Francisco.
The journey wasn’t kind to the box; when we sent it, it looked like this:
...but when it arrived in the US of A – after a baffling detour to Germany, apparently – it looked like this:
More photos from the American end here, and if you’d like to know what was in the box o’ treats, you can read Wife’s PDF commentary here. Now, we wait; American deliciousnessnessness will be here before long.
Gizza job
I may be a technology journalist, but I trained as a
graphic designer. I was always a geek, and when, a
few weeks after graduating, I saw an ad for a Labs
Assistant for MacUser, I applied. I got the job and
the rest, as people have an egotistical habit of
saying, is history. I was planning on applying for
design jobs, though, and had even got as far as
designing and prototyping the little bit of direct
mail I had intended to send. I found it the other
day:
Wife insists that this was originally her idea; this may be* technically true.
*is
Wife insists that this was originally her idea; this may be* technically true.
*is
Dog of the Week: Stig (again)
Stig may be the daftest dog ever born. When he found this stick, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to chew it or carry it, so opted for walking along, head tilted back, attempting to eat the stick at the same time. This was, it scarcely needs saying, doomed to failure, and the stick was frequently dropped. He would also, adorably, throw the stick for himself, tossing it away with a flick of the head then bounding the two strides to where it had landed before gumming it up again.
This is Stig on a log, trying to walk in seven directions at once, and chew his own lead. Like I said: daftest dog ever born. More pictures on Flickr. (What is Dog of the Week?)
