Meetings, meetings, meetings. Talking about doing is so much more congenial than the actual doing.
Meetings, meetings, meetings. Talking about doing is so much more congenial than the actual doing.
Discussing the darknet and trying to undermine the idea by talking about Jedis and Darth Vader.
Talking about the ethics of design. Wondering if I now have time to develop the luxury of a conscience.
Now have a phone capable of twittage. Slow work on this spongy t9 keyboard.
http://twitpic.com/rvjzh – Adam’s hands
Woken at 6.20 by noisy neighbour, wondering how much compensation should be for depriving someone of sleep.
Woken at 6.20 by noisy neighbour, wondering how much compensation should be for depriving someone of sleep.
Always take food when it is offered. It taps into your prehistoric collective memory.
It’s nice when people come back from holiday. Why should they be out there enjoying themselves?
Slept badly last night, mind overclocking with ideas about how to Nudge users in the right direction.
Been somewhat conflicted recently after the visit by Tom and reading Bob Black but what matters is now.
Today is a momentous day, the day that I decided NOT to top up my mug of green tea with cold water. Patience is a virtue.
Finally really ‘getting’ the Fall after thinking about the things I liked about Urusei Yatsura.
Using Windows Shared View, which is fairly clunky but surprisingly effective.
My waistline expands, telling me that walking for an hour a day isn’t enough exercise. Gym? Ugh. Caloric restriction? Maybe.
Not having news or facebook or twitter is fine, but not having email is a mindkiller. You don’t need to check it every five minutes.
Been listening to Darklands by JAMC. Brilliant but long, I thought, until I realised that I had had it on repeat for 1.5 hours.
Is it better to accept yourself and buy new trousers or go against nature and lose the love handles.
Going to get Magaret Atwood’s The Year of the Flood, at the time of the Lunchtime of the Flood.
I quite like Glasgow’s endless rain, it has a certain authenticity and we know that all authenticity is miserable.