On Sunday night, James Hird played the same tune he's been playing for three years now. He made like his main concern was the reputation of others. But, if you listened hard, it sounded like his real concern was protecting the good name of just one person: James Hird.
A shroud of secrecy exists around the mental health of doctors -- for fear of judgement by colleagues or judgement by ourselves. But doctors are dying. They are burnt out, depressed and scared.
Before I get into it, I should add that I am widowed. However, unless I set up my own nunnery, the prospect of dating will arise at some point on the horizon. One problem: the current singles scene seems to be as bog-awful as it was when I last left it, judging by the horrendous stories of my fellow single women.
Working from home is great. I can take mornings off to go to BodyCombat, I don't have to attend any staff meetings, I never have to hear anyone say "Can you action this ASAP?" and I can't get the sack. Also, my office is active-wear friendly. So it's a perfect situation. Except in the school holidays...
While I don't agree with mass surveillance and I do believe in the right to respect one's "private and family life," the outcry also got me thinking about why bosses snooping on our emails could be a good thing.
Remarkably, in this 40-degree-plus heat, we are rarely uncomfortable. We can sit in the relative cool of our air conditioned car, and our air conditioned house, in our air conditioned life.
I'm a writer. I've written lots of stories over the years, real and imagined. But the process of writing my own obituary has proven to be the most profound narrative I've ever attempted.
We all make mistakes. I'm no grammar God and have impersonated a greengrocer from time to time, minus the pencil behind the ear. I just think that pencil should be used to maintain good grammar standards.
This week's three photions include an evil magician, a dysfunctional relationship, and the Internet's effect on Holy Water.
If I could change aviation law, I would make it compulsory for window seat passengers to peep through the Perspex for most of the flight. In fact, I would go as far as to introduce the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not covet the window seat unless thou pledges to keep faithful watch at all times.
After 32 years of policing, in 16 different cities and towns, I have seen that schools are our opportunity to reduce the risk of drug abuse by young people.
BEIRUT -- The media have played a pivotal role in highlighting the suffering in Madaya, but this attention must not fade away. Such attention is crucial to help ensure that further aid deliveries are allowed into Madaya, as well as all other besieged civilian areas, and that ultimately these sieges are lifted once and for all.
I'm distracted by the digital world. It's a paradox of simultaneous connection and disconnection. I realise I'm not living fully in the moment when I'm trying to immortalise our memories together. And yet, I feel I have little choice in the matter.
Tomorrow Tim Kopra and I are going on our EVA (extra-vehicular activity). We have been preparing for this specific spacewalk for weeks in space, and months before that on Earth. However, to undertake an EVA actually takes several years of training. We have spent many hours working in our spacesuits, 'floating' in the largest swimming pool on Earth with a Space Station mockup. We have used virtual reality headsets to re-enact our operations and trained for the worst case scenario of becoming detached from the Space Station but I guess nothing can fully prepare for the feeling of being outside of a spacecraft in the vacuum of space.
LONDON -- We can only ever achieve universal education for girls and boys at primary and secondary levels if we first bridge the gap in humanitarian aid for education in emergencies. Out of tragedy and chaos some good may come.
According to random research I just conducted in a coffee queue, "What would you do if you won the lottery?" is the most commonly asked question among colleagues.
We eat worse than we should. We study for our entire lives. we let down our family and friends. We run late, and sometimes we rush. But that is just the tip of the iceberg...
Small children are egocentric. Most people grow out of this kind of behaviour. They come to understand that partaking in discussions is really quite straightforward, and often enjoyable. But others, like pool man and my housemate, just don't get it.