Those were just a few of the reasons for why I personally choose to keep a diary. I'm sure other people have better, more logical motives but I would still totally recommend it. It's definitely a worthwhile thing to do, and the best part about it is there's no binding contract. You can write in it as constantly or as infrequently as you want. It's your diary, your life! Be proud; I intend to keep a diary for the rest of my life!
Sleep deprivation is kicking in, hard. I am groggy. Even in front of patients, I rub my eyes and yawn. I can't help it. If a doctor turned up to work drunk, he would instantly be sacked. So why is it deemed acceptable for me to work in this condition?
When I read my diary now, I'm amazed to see how regularly I have noted influential programmes. My memory fails me many details, but the diary provides specific examples of what I watched. I don't really want to go back in time. But I can re-view what I watched then. Rewind and remember.
I reckon that Slahi's diary, for all that it's especially noteworthy because it comes from the barren terrain of Guantánamo incarceration, is also interesting purely because it is a diary, one of the great genres of writing...
People collect old letters; they collect stamps, manuscripts and historic papers. Some of the most valuable items in the British Museum are written or printed on paper.
There's a lot more to this journey than just what you put in your mouth, and understanding that your lifestyle, mental state and external stressors also play a huge role in your health is vitally important.
The 182 men you chose were marvellous - and so were the 44 women. But I'll bet you there were hundreds more women who were just as eligible and just as good.
My last post came across as pretty morose, so before my family put me on suicide watch, I thought I'd write about why I bloody love Edinburgh.
I started trembling. I buried my face in my hands, refusing to look. Slowly, the scent became stronger. And stronger. Then it was right there. Right under my nose. I felt my eyes tearing up. I have never been that scared in my entire life.
Two contrasting features formed the experiences on Friday evening. On the one side, there was the stultifying and positively frightening, God Loves Uganda, and on the other side there was the breezy comedy, Sleepwalk With Me. Both are not without serious merit.
Every year thousands of music geeks (I include myself in that stereotype) descend on Austin in Texas for South By South West. As reports from the UK speak of snow, out here it's beautiful blue skies and open road.
If I'm going to keep a diary then I first better make sure I have a life to write about, but then if I'm living such an eventful, fulfilling life, how the hell am I going to find the time to write about it?
The movement for transparency and openness in government took decisive steps forward last week. As lead co-chair of the Open Government Partnership, the UK hosted the first ministerial level meeting in Britain of this growing international initiative. But this meeting wasn't just symbolically significant. We put in place key measures that will help move the OGP from fine words to accountable actions.
When times are tough for families and businesses, and the government is cutting spending and raising taxes, the public are rightly demanding to know whether everybody is contributing their fair share.
Physical and sexual abuse of women is a global scourge, that transcends borders. From the UK, where one in four women will be the victim of domestic abuse in their lifetime to Zambia, where 47% of women have suffered gender-based violence.
There's an even bigger concern behind the latest row. Whatever happened to David 'Hug a Husky' Cameron? Has he been replaced by a 'Frack the Countryside' lookalike?