The Bitcoin Bust and My Adventures in the Dot Com Boom

A bit over a month ago on the launch of the Chicago Mercantile Exchange’s Bitcoin trade I predicted a déjà vu. Here was the subprime mortgage disaster, sprinkled with the dot com boom, mixed in a glass of fresh 21st Century hubris waiting to bubble over. So, the question I posed with overt sarcasm, was how many olives would it take to send this martini splashing over its side?

Then I realised this is complex stuff. Bitcoin, cryptocurrency and blockchain are awe-inspiring feats of human ingenuity. They rank right up there with tourist space travel and driverless cars.

Of Love and The Cranberries’ Dolores O’Riordan

One autumn morning a man and a woman walk to work through the streets of New York’s West Side. They’re not together. He at times actually follows in the distance as their paths merge, separate and converge.

They’re in love. With each other. But out of the crowd their faces remain anonymous as they’ve never met, unless in text online.

Tips For Your Nuclear War Action Plan

Have you developed your workplace’s Nuclear War Action Plan (NWAP) yet? Well, time is running out.

At 8am local time today, residents in Hawaii woke to a social media, radio and TV emergency telling of an inbound ballistic missile attack. Traditional media urged them to shelter in a building. Social media didn’t. Thumb texting that information might have taken too long for all forgot to say, only minutes remained to act.

The Potential Hell of Houston’s Rescue Shelters

Have we learned from Hurricane Katrina when it comes to sheltering the dispossessed after a natural disaster? Currently 10,000 people are crammed into Houston’s George R. Brown Convention Center in the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey. The original plan was to take 5000.

Radiohead Plays Israel While Roger Waters Sits and Sties

A couple of years ago I wrote one of my favourite articles exploring Pink Floyd’s song “Wish You Were Here”. In it I tried to turn music into description. “Who hasn’t “rocked or hummed along?” I asked. Who were its “lost souls swimming in a fishbowl”?

But I erased it this year.