Wondering, idly, if you can combine a mindfulness diary like this with the pomodoro technique.
Mouthwash causes mouth cancer, deoderant causes armpit cancer: vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
If you can obtain clarity through thinking, everything else becomes clearer, even your sinuses. Cognitive dissoance causes illness.
Exhausted from sore throat. Don’t think I’ll be able to go to the quiz tonight, despite there being £150 and me being Triv champion.
Eating apples in a bid to save my vocal chords for this Wednesday’s Postcard vs Factory Records open mic night at the 13th Note.
Podcast has its moments this week, I particularly like the weltanschuung of Jay Kowalski.
Reading K-Punk on Basic Instinct 2 and A History of Violence. I really should subscribe to Sight and Sound, shouldn’t I.
Throat shredded by some infection, brain is spiky with the irritation that comes from illness.
Lovely text from my wife: “Been reading your tweets and almost crying. You are such a John Berger of the 140.”
The baseness of human nature is barely credible. What do you do when somebody is determined to fart next to a colleague?
Hot in my jumper that I am wearing solely to cover a toothpaste stain on my shirt. Vanity of vanities.
It is imperative to occasionally use words that people don’t know as a way of expanding vocabularies. Today’s words: chutzpah & assiduous.
The world is my oyster: squidgy, salty, and is something that makes me violently ill.
Going to put together a list of top five podcasts. For times like this, when I’m vulnerable and tired, they are great background listening.
There are some terrible human beings in the world, many of whom seem to enjoy hacking wordpress and profiting from drugs.
Heartburn, brainfuzz, eyestrain, lipcrack, fingertingle, tootache, mouthdry.
Looking at the photos of my dead colleague in happier days, wondering what photos people will use to represent my life.
Coming in an hour early is so much better. It’s quiet, you can get things done quicker, and by the time people do come in you are on a roll.
Back from a great weekend in Belfast, happy, even if I do feel a bit windswept and rained upon.
I always want to see what the inner pages of great Swiss designer’s books, not just the cover. Web design is not posters.
Compelling listening to Judd Apatow on Marc Maron’s WTF interviewing Leno and Seinfeld.
Imagining what life would be like if I was an SEO professional. Horrible visions of staring at stats all day.
CSS3 is even more tame than HTML5. I love it.
If I was a vulgar person, I would say “HTML5 is my bitch” but I’m not so I won’t. Instead, I’ll say: HTML5 makes sense.
Picking carefully around a rotten apple to get the good bits before realizing that there are no good bits.
Rested well last night, full of will and energy to do something really good today.
Taken aback by the fact that a famous Scottish radio presenter would deign to respond to Antony’s slagging on the Spirit of the Staircase.
Interesting to hear how much I have improved at speaking on the podcast. Far fewer umms and ahs these days.
Feeling ill, weird aches in my throat and head, unbearable tightness in the eyes.
Donating money to various causes at work and feel the warm glow of benevolence. The more you give, the more you receive.
Redesigning Neilism and really really excited by how it is turning out.
Just had the least salady salad I’ve ever eaten. It was half chorizo, quarter rice, and then rest was sun dried tomatoes.
Listening to the forthcoming Spirit of the Staircase podcast. Sounding good: http://spiritofthestaircase.co.uk
We are the backbone of the nation, keeping the wheels greased, whilst a train of fools, decadents, and exploiters march over us.
One thing at a time. Cut a little piece, put it in your mouth, chew it thoroughly, then swallow.
Dark and wet outside, like inside the body. Probably colder out, though.
Worried that I might reply too quickly to internet missives. It’s efficient, but maybe makes you look needy.
Sometimes listening to podcasts is just perfect. Particularly enjoying Marc Maron’s interview with Jonathan Ames.
The reason I delete my internet history is because there are so many ghosts of time wasted on there. It’s like wiping a blackboard.