Life. Don't talk to me about life.

I have reached the stage where my eyes are glazed and I don't react particularly fast when people talk to me and I see nightmares about sitting in a shithouse that has Tapestry code on the walls and trying to fix the code while going about the normal shithouse business. I also get annoyed with most sounds and sexually aroused while reading XML parser code.

All of the above does not really indicate a dangerous level of stress, but I clearly need a vacation.

The Earth spins on. Robert Wise died, and so did Simon Wiesenthal. I am sure other people will write or have written about them, but I did not feel like leaving them without mention.

Scientists repaired spinal cords in mice by injecting human stem cells. A new hurricane is approaching Florida Keys. Iran's democratically elected terrorist gave a "please bomb us" speech to the UN. North Korea, OTOH, tries to come at least to some kind of agreement.

Eduskunta is waving its collective hands over the copyright law. Jukka Liedes, the official from the Ministry of Education who was overseeing the writing of the law draft, does not consider it a conflict of interest that he sits of the board of two organizations that protect the rights of the copyright holders.

Otava has by some technical error omitted a passage from Ayaan Hirsi Ali's book Neitsythäkki. By some bizarre and, I am sure, inintended coincidence this turned out to be the same passage that they had previously asked - and not received - permission to omit. The world of publishing is mysterious.