Tuesday 30 March 2010

Queen Street Low Level station, FREEZING
I'm on my way home from a long day's work at Delphian HQ working on the master of our Edinburgh live CD, which unless we change our minds will be called Late Night Sessions. Eight hours of hard concentration and listening has paid off I think, with a rather nice record, and my brain dribbling out of my ears.  We'll listen again in the cold light of another day and see if it's really finished.

Great chunks of central Scotland are under snow again: I was very happy to be seeing it from the comfort of the train this morning, sharing a carriage with another Dahon Ciao owner.

More on evaluation culture - Grahame Lock from this article in today's Guardian: 

Imagine that managers are going to assess the quality of restaurant meals but they have no sense of taste. They have no idea – everything tastes the same to them. So what are they going to do?  They will undertake evaluations such as how many minutes did it take for the soup to arrive at your table, how many words of explanation did the waiter use, and so on.

The first sentence is the key one.

Hm, perhaps I should have bought a black beret (see fourth paragraph).