(London’s Tower Bridge at dawn. London, now preparing for the 2012 Olympics, is set to capitalize on its increased attention; named in this list of 2011 trends (slide 38), it’s developing a Silicon Valley-style tech village in its East End to attract entrepreneurs. )
Good morning. Today in the capitol city, a new Congress is sworn in; a new Speaker takes the gavel; and, of course, this means a change in Twitter handles. (Yes, this is the world we live in now.)
Someone won that $355 million jackpot at last. Two winning tickets were sold in Idaho and Washington State, respectively… and the winners haven’t come forward yet. Check your pockets, Idaho and Washington!
“Backed by Silicon Valley and glamorized by Hollywood, peach-fuzzed innovators like Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg have popularized the image of the successful entrepreneur as a swashbuckling whiz kid in his 20′s. But a group of studies is challenging the widely-held view that it’s tech-savvy youngsters who are driving America’s startup growth, which reached a 14-year high in 2009. On the contrary, some new data suggests that when it comes to launching successful startups, old guys rule.”
Should our doctors get back to community-based medicine? This med school dean thinks so. “At FIU, each medical student is assigned a neighborhood in the Miami area and a family who lives there.” Neat.
National Geographic profiles two people – one who can remember everything, and one who can remember nothing: “On a typical morning, EP wakes up, has breakfast, and returns to bed to listen to the radio. But back in bed, it’s not always clear whether he’s just had breakfast or just woken up. Often he’ll have breakfast again, and return to bed to listen to some more radio. Some mornings he’ll have breakfast a third time. He watches TV, which can be very exciting from second to second, though shows with a clear beginning, middle, and end can pose a problem. He prefers the History Channel, or anything about World War II. He takes walks around the neighborhood, usually several times before lunch, and sometimes for as long as three-quarters of an hour. He sits in the yard. He reads the newspaper, which one can only imagine must feel like stepping out of a time machine. Bush who? Iraq what? Computers when? By the time EP gets to the end of a headline, he’s usually forgotten how it began. Most of the time, after reading the weather, he just doodles on the paper, drawing mustaches on the photographs or tracing his spoon. When he sees home prices in the real estate section, he invariably announces his shock.”