Armed only with a PowerBook and some fine pipe tobacco, Ben Hammersley is a journalist, writer, explorer and an errant developer and explainer of semantic web technology. He's also liable to spread his dirty dirty words over at Nice Mr O'Reilly's place [translation: he's written a couple of books published by O'Reilly, on blogging and RSS syndication.]

As an Englishman of the clichéd sort, his angle brackets always balance, and his tweed is always pressed. By day, mild mannered; by night, crimefighter. Jammily married to the most beautiful woman ever ever ever [Wedding pictures here] and godlike figure of huntsmanliness to his three dogs, Ben Hammersley lives somewhere in Florence, Italy.

Further digging established the fact that those three dogs are greyhounds. And - we're not making this up

Galileo's little finger is in a jar only 400 yards from his desk.

The writer of the second essay is Kevin Fox, a user interface designer at Google, whose biography is similarly compelling.

After detailing an awesome CV in the world of programming, Kevin gets to the personal bit:

Kevin is an avid ballroom and Irish dancer, and tries to write a thousand personal words a day. His current goals include learning both kiteboarding and the mysteries of love. Kevin's secret wish is to live in a spacious geodesic dome in the forest, with an attached sprung wood ballroom for entertaining, and an easy commute to the city.

Sounds admirable to us. Oh. And apparently he's got a greenhouse.

Bleeding Edge is off to buy a brace of greyhounds. And we've booked in for dancing lessons.