The twenty-minute Bohemian

I’m not saying I actually want to be an impoverished artist in fin-de-siecle Paris, living off cigarettes and the goodwill of others, pale and interesting and destined for tubercular demise. But I think you can’t beat a little bit of fantasy to enable a small escape, and I love nothing better than packing my notebook and pretending I’m heading off to Les…

Want to tune out the chatter? Here’s how.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re trying to concentrate on the task in hand, but you keep losing focus thanks to the noisy babble around you? A few years ago I discovered this handy little trick to help me maintain my attention, and it really works. If you can get the right track for you (make sure…