Devils Island, originally uploaded by polnamara.
or Keel Island as it is also known off Achill Island, Co. Mayo.
Devils Island, originally uploaded by polnamara.
or Keel Island as it is also known off Achill Island, Co. Mayo.
Photo taken on Sunday afternoon in Febuary 2011 in Barcelona, Spain.
Ordering at the Lemon Bar in Stockholm, Sweden.
Brightly coloured brass band playing with great energy in Berne, Switzerland on a Saturday afternoon.
Pensive passenger on the train to Geneva 2 weeks ago.
The Guardian reports that the optimum time to buy an airline ticket is eight weeks.
Help is at hand. An economist, Makoto Watanabe, has calculated that the optimum time to buy an airline ticket is eight weeks in advance of flying.
His yet-to-be-published findings also suggests that airline tickets are cheaper when purchased in the afternoons, rather than the mornings, prompting him to speculate that airlines are assuming business travellers will book their tickets at work in the morning on the company account, whereas leisure travellers are more likely to book from home in the afternoon
Hmm, I did a couple of searches yesterday but for me, the theory didn’t hold true. But Sunday wasn’t a normal day so perhaps that is the exception.
I just rewatched “Before Sunset”, the sequel to one of my favourite films “Before Sunrise”. I was struck during the dialogue that Ethan Hawke’s character notes that 6 months after a life-changing event whether it was winning the lottery or becoming a paraplegic, a person reverts to the psychological state that they inhabited before the event. Then I read the latest post by Tim Harford this evening.
It’s quite possible that our image of these possible futures is not very good. As the psychologist Dan Gilbert points out, you might think that winning the Lottery would make you happier than being permanently paralysed from the waist down, but the empirical evidence suggests that this is just a failure of imagination: paraplegics are not, in fact, less happy than people who have won the Lottery.
By the way, the film is definitely better the second time around. I wish that I could see Before Sunrise again right now. My favourite part is at the end of the film where they show all of the places in Vienna where the story unfolded the next morning, deserted. I felt that way about Prague for a long time.
Who needs a hard drive now?
From DP Review