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!