Gizmodo UK has pulled together some fascinating data summarising what Transport for London learned from tracking peoples' phone on the Tube late last year:
At the end of last year, between 21st November and 19th December, Transport for London carried out an intriguing trial: It was going to track your phone on the London Underground.
Today, thanks to the Freedom of Information Act, Gizmodo UK can exclusively reveal some of the utterly fascinating findings that the agency has been able to make from all of our data - and how the plan, if the trial is deemed a success and tracking is implemented full time, is also to use the data to inform advertising decisions on the Tube network. […]
Petr Knava means well, but he's just making the long wait for the penultimate season of Game of Thrones that little bit harder to bear:
Ostensibly not much more than a wall of terrifying muscle, you could nevertheless still sense the subtle, deeply buried layers of nuance underneath that gruff, flame-scarred exterior. And sure enough as the show went on this would expanded upon and explored to a wonderful degree. There is something about The Hound's journey thus far that makes him perhaps the single most compelling character in the entire Game Of Thrones universe. His is a path of redemption, but not the hackneyed one that we have seen a thousand times over; it does not feel the need to hit all of the required beats at the specified pace to fulfill the trope, rather it moves exactly in accordance with the character, providing no easy answers or obviously discernible lines between black and white.
I'm not fool enough to imagine that George R R Martin will give Sandor Clegane a happy ending, but is it too much to ask that he'll do something good on his way out? Prevail when CleganeBowl arrives? Sacrifice himself in order to save Arya? 1
Whatever line they go down with The Hound, I'm sure it's going to be epic and heart-rending to watch.
Or, given the dark turn she took by the end of last season, to give her the chance to turn back before she's completely lost her way. ↩
Courtesy of the The New Yorker, a tale of the downside of working from home:
911 OPERATOR: 911 - what's your emergency?
ROBERT: Hi, I . . . uh . . . I work from home.
OPERATOR: O.K., is anyone else there with you, sir?
ROBERT: No, I'm alone.
OPERATOR: And when's the last time you saw someone else? Was that today?
ROBERT: Uh, my wife . . . this morning, I guess.
OPERATOR: Anyone else?
ROBERT: I don't think so. Well, the mailman, but that was through the blinds. I don't know if that counts.
OPERATOR: I'm afraid not. (Pause.) I'm going to ask you to open the blinds, O.K.? Let's go ahead and let some light in.
Me, I don't work from home. We're allowed to - indeed, my employers are very proud of how their 'TW3' 1 program contributes to making a brilliant workplace by, among other things, permitting us to work from home for up to two days a week. Past experience tells me that if given the opportunity to set my own hours I'd be prone to end up with no clear sense of the gap between work mode and the rest of my life. 2
Six years before he earned an Oscar nomination for Moonlight, director Barry Jenkins turned his attention to science fiction with a short film called Remigration about how San Francisco would deal with the day when it became clear that gentrification had pushed the working class out of the city:
Nice work, more concerned with the people than the technology.
[Via Little White Lies]
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