To relate

Human communication sucks. We all know it. Some of us write books about it, some of us write songs about it, some nutters even make movies about it. We all think about it, though, and we all suffer from it.

Communication has a simple denotative meaning: transmission of information. I cough on you, I communicate the flu (which is constituted by DNA, I guess, and is thus abstractly information). I send you a brief memo, I communicate the ideas scratched thereupon. It's just in the connotative aspects of the word that things really get tricky. This is going to become a rant about information theory, though, and none of us really wants that.

Weather zones reported on by the British shipping service: Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire, Forties, Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger, Fisher, Heligoland, Humber, Thames, Dover, Wight, Portland, Plymouth, Biscay, Finisterre, Sole, Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Shannon, Rockall, Malin, Hebrides, Bailey, Fair Isle, Faeroes, Southeast Iceland. I've got another message I can't read.

[This post transplanted from the cognate blog when I split them.]