Why are Family Guy repeats so much less funny than the original? If the original is a 9 then the repeat is a 3: nothing else falls that far.
Lost to East kilbride 5 to 3. A bathetic end. Thank you Hillhead.
Cycling is brilliant, trongate to bellahouston park in 17 minutes.
Preparing (mentally) for what could be my last ever game of hockey (land version).
I hate the smell of underarm deodorants and have lately gone natural, which is fine for me but maybe not for those near me. But how to ask?
Planning tomorrow’s work today. Feeling as swish, business-like and organised as that mythic thing, a rational human being
Drawing a picture of a spade and a fork which I want to turn into a kind of hammer and sickle for a radical land redistribution website.
Delighted by how well-received this site has been. Mindfulness is in the air it seems. See Zen Habits on the same subject: http://is.gd/vA9G
Hearing the skreek slurrrp skleeeep of sellotape coming off the roll.
Transcribing usability testing videos. I’m glad I no longer have a horror of the sound of my own voice. Like all horror, you become inured.
Is there anything that defines the corporate world better than the fact that the default typeface is Arial? So bland yet somehow vicious.
Choosing interesting dingbats for a website inspired by William Morris. It’s a good question: what website would Wm. Morris design?
A warm bath and a cup of restorative camomile tea (with honey) has brought equilibrium.
Super exhausted, too tired to take of my shoes. Wondering whether I should cut all my hair off.
Was wavering over whether I should go to Kung fu class, but to waver is a waste so I decided: No!
Sun bursts through the clouds for a moment and the river ripples gold. Then everything is grey again.
The hum of the servers appears to be of a higher pitch today, making the office more anxious.
Waiting for the world to revolve and my test subject to appear.
So was this what Edmund Burke meant by the swinish multitude? One good thing about the media saturation is how soon everyone becomes bored.
Listening to Mozart’s 39th symphony whilst writing a usability testing script. Sample: can you find the CPV code used for procuring pianos?
Walking over a carpet of blossom on the way to the portakbin (Shawfield’s finest).
I appear to have developed an auditory filter to ignore the chime on my watch, so this mindfulness log may be a bit erratic from now on.
Why is it that fake humility is so much more endearing than real humility or, even, honesty?
Had a dream last night in which I was racing up a mountain and am now feeling exhausted.
Adding new fotos to my daily foto site — http://is.gd/vcBS — wondering whether I can hear the sound of the barrel being scraped.
Advising German students on whether or not to take Olmifon. I said no. Instead, sleep well, to be more mindful and break projects down.
The gym was ludicrously busy – one person for every machine – so I went to the sauna. Now cooked and glowing, making dinner.
Sometimes I imagine getting super fit, then I get an ache and resign myself to mediocrity.
Listening to Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd, the perfect accompaniment to fit fiddly designs into cross-browser pixel perfection.
I have two new design heroes Vladimir and Georgy Stenberg. Look: http://is.gd/v72U
Hoping that my pu-erh tea will provide some much needed afternoon stimulation.
Fascinated by the economics of energy as explained by David Mckay here: withouthotair.com
Taking the risk of recommending an acquaintance to work at my company in the hope of receiving a £200 bonus.
A week after giving blood a small bruise has appeared where the needle went in, no wonder heroin addicts look so unhappy.
Listening to Adam and Joe imitate David Bowie whilst I eat a satsuma, muscles tense after the frenetic otter impersonations of last night.
Nice to have this site on cssmania.com looking delightfully odd amongst all the web 2.0
Looking forward to going to bed to read Dickens’ Hard Times. Gradgrind is a perfect modernist.
Octopush (as we in the know call underwater hockey) was fantastic, if a bit weird. Need to practice breathing.
Fishing my snorkle out of the holiday suitcase so that I can play underwater hockey tonight. Not quite sure what to expect.
Marvelling over the injustice of the enclosure of the commons through the centuries. Give the people back their land!
Don’t like to leave at 5 O’Clock on the dot, but I need a wee so . . .
Sitting next to a whiteboard with an eraser but no pen. Not that I have anything I want to say, except perhaps something like this.
Eating a kiwi without making a mess of my shirt (a first), whilst looking at my delicious links of contemporary web design.
Doing proper web design work: discussing the use of tables in css design and picking over validation errors.
Wondering if there is any connection between fob watches and to fob someone off . . . No, the former is from pocket, the latter from delude.
Intellectually, I find it impossible not to be a vegetarian, so the fact that I am not must be solely due to fact that I don’t think.
In David Lynch films there is often a persistent industrial hum, a signifier of the machinery of fate perhaps. In my office too.
A new arrival to the office has brought plants. I wonder how the office dynamic would change if everyone had a plant.
Monday morning. Putting together a to do list.
Church bells you only hear when you listen, the rest is silence. Or deafness.
Sunday evening, everything organized, a blank canvas for the week ahead.
Les enfants terrible is a great film but the actors look about forty.
So much for mindfulness: I’ve just spent twenty minutes trying to remember the name of Chicks on Speed. It’s Chicks on Speed.
Supermarket shopping bag contents include: spherical nutmeg, a door mat, truffle ravioli, and grapefruit washing up liquid.
Life feels a lot more urgent when you break it into hour-long chunks. Too urgent?
Hello America is pretty weak by Ballard’s standards but still incredibly prescient, especially on peak oil.
The nervousness of the newly launched site. Some background here: http://is.gd/uE1t . Was going to go to the gym but fear getting Swine Flu.
The binmen are clattering rubbish into their trucks, I’m writing about this project for my blog and am going to bed to read Hello America.
Everything is so peaceful on a Sunday morning. Making good progress on this site and am now debugging in IE6.
They say that, in terms of perceived time, you have lived half your life by the age of 20. I wonder if this will slow time down? Near done.
It’s quiet except for the occasional caw of a seagull. I am bleached after last night’s Blue Lagoon, but still hyped to get this started.
If I can’t hear it, I can’t write it. It’s safe to say that my experiments are not as strict as Teching Hsieh’s.
Brushing teeth, hyper from the delicious flow of working on this website. About to go out to a cocktail party.
The churchbell tolls, my squeezed spot tightens where the coagulant has dried. I have made progress on F91W and will continue until dinner.
Designing an F91W website. This will be the fourth website I’ve done here. The first was about the end of the world, second a portfolio site, the third a celebration of a watch.