“One of the plagues of modern existence is multitasking, which leads to further plagues of “hurry sickness” and obsessive time management” – Dr. Caroline Leaf, (Switch on Your Brain).
As a mere male, whom, I might add, spends a goodly period of time in his cave, I will have to lean on my fairer sex fellow humans to read this article with some understanding of my limitations in the knowledge of this behavior, multitasking.
Dr. Caroline devotes a whole chapter to multitasking. “Stop Milkshake-Multitasking”, the chapter is headed. Her scientific explanation is, and I quote:
“Multitasking is a persistent myth. Paying deep focused attention to one task at a time is the correct way”. Continue reading “Multitasking – Fact or Fiction?”
“Sabrage /səˈbrɑːʒ/ is a technique for opening a champagne bottle with a saber, used for ceremonial occasions. The wielder slides the saber along the body of the bottle to break the top of the neck away, leaving the neck of the bottle open and ready to pour. The force of the blunt side of the blade hitting the lip breaks the glass to separate the collar from the neck of the bottle. One does not use the sharp side of the blade. The cork and collar remain together after separating from the neck.” Wikipedia
The origins of Sabrage are said to have come from Napoleon’s troops who received gifts of Champagne from people as they rode from their victory ground. They could not open the bottle with one hand on the reign and used their sabres to dislodge the bottle tops.
Continue reading “The Art of Sabrage”
As a young man, I was quite unaware that my origins were from the planet Mars, or so I was told by my older sister Andrea, who had three of us younger male siblings to contend with.
This information had burst forth from her mouth in an anguished moment of terror and humiliation early one winter’s morning.
Continue reading “Are Men really from Mars?”
I recall some years ago a conversation I had with a French family, concerning my origins. At the time it raised much mirth among them resulting in the only member of the family, who could speak English, confiding in me.
“Peter” he said, “This name, Pinard is a beet of a joke in France”.
Continue reading “Saint Pinard”