Had lunch and basically completed (and combined) my Gamification articles. 1800 words! Just need to ensure all the links work and then post.
Trying to sit at my desk on a pilates ball just to, y’know, mix things up.
Is the drunkenness of Saturday night worth the silence of Sunday morning?
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.
Good that Lily Allen is a neo-Luddite – the internet is a time-sink and full of tedious distraction. Join the Brethren of the Free Spirit.
Good that Lily Allen is a neo-Luddite – the internet is a time-sink and full of tedious distraction. Join the Brethren of the Free Spirit.
People say that there would be less conflict if people talk more. But wouldn’t there be even less conflict if they just stopped talking.
People say that there would be less conflict if people talk more. But wouldn’t there be even less conflict if they just stopped talking.
I am not an animal, I am a human being and as such I am incapable of ordering myself to do things.
According to Zizek we should wrest the concept of discipline away from the hawks and take it for the lefties. Have you seen lefties lately?
Grease beneath the fingernails from fixing my bike, enjoying non-procrastination after installing the marvellous leech block.
Eyes still really strained, almost as if the human body wasn’t designed to spend 60% of its existence staring at screens.
Eyes aching from the jetlag induced by the end of BST and the desire to watch Adam Curtis’s The Mayfair Set on the iPod.
Favourite day of the week, Friday, not because of the hedonism of the week but because of the sense of completion.
Still haunted by how good Dern and Cage are in Wild at Heart, a fantastic movie, proper Lynchian exuberance.
Listening to Collings and Herrin, an always endearing treat.
Okay, in this instance it’s Nick Griffin, but still . . .
Whose the real evil man: is it Griffin wth his Britishness or is it actually Salmond with his narrower Scottish nationalism
A good persona in music is like a woman wearing a beautiful dress. It enhances her.
A vest is the ne plus ultra of office wear and should be more widely worn than it is at present.
No thought is true. All subjectivism is inherently unreliable. Science is truth.
The patter of conversation in the office, emerging in different locations, like three dimensional sounds.
Right, well, then, what? I mean when did it become your business. I wasn’t even there.
Sapped by the day, really quite vanquished, cursing the vile person who invented the eight hour day.
Feel slightly queasy, that pre-gig feeling, wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to do nothing for even just a little while.
A headless chicken is a liberated chicken, a brief taste of freedom, it doesn’t last long but what a heady triumph it is.
Listening to a band called Dogger who were brilliant in 96. Still feel guilty about giving them an undeservedly harsh review. Damn honesty.
Need to be more adaptable. Realize that I wear either summer shirts or full winter jackets. Embrace the grey area.
Nails growing well for Wednesday’s gig. Now all I need is the sleep to sharpen my bluntened consciousness.
Squeezed till the pips squeak. Beautiful placid day but no accounting for the severe lack of time.
Early one morning the sun was shining, I was sitting in the office. Wondering if I could remember Dylan’s words or would embarass myself.
Time for a pzizz nap. I’m so tired I think I might fall asleep on my bike.
Tidying up html, a very satisfying thing to do when the analytical/strategic brain has basically given up.
Engaged phone numbers are an anachronism in the age of email. Get into the 21st Century, phoney!
Didn’t enjoy reading PD James’ Cover Her Face, which I felt was suffocated by its genre conventions. I don’t care who did it!
Is it better to deal with the consequences of your actions or to not act. Obviously the former, but some resistance is good.
Have now set up my neilism.com email address, created solely to make it easier to fill in online forms.
The mellow fruitfulness of Autumn is paling and palling towards the grim endurance of winter.
Lovely weekend, meeting people and seeing old friends, as well as approaching completion on the big project. Now to finish it.
A new song, written whilst walking home, takes shape. It’s subject? Ostensibly about the ghosts of eating, drinking, and fucking.
I sometimes question the ethics of British workmen. Is it because they don’t know or are they actually malicious?
Here’s comes the fun (cleaning, tidying up, fixing bike, and doing errands).
Been given a page a day A4 diary for 2010. Fancy using it for sketching sites, one imaginary site a day.
Trying to setup neilism.com as my mail server but either Dreamhost or Google doesn’t seem to want to play nice.
Feel like doing something radical, like becoming a vegetarian for a month. Just an experiment, of course.
Beautiful clear blue day in Glasgow and we’re finally getting on top of the big project at work.
Listening to the complete works of Suede. Flawed but brilliant.
My laptop is on the following pile of books: The Design of Sites, Web Accessibility, Illustrator and Photoshop CS3 Bible. Will it infuse?
I am now officially (ie bodily, mentally, and spiritually) not ill
Nobody likes to see the clouds, unnatural light all the way . . . close off that @*$!ing beauty.
Getting acclimatised to my new monitor position, thinking about SEO and how to become an SEO Witch Doctor.
Had an experience uncannily like THAT one in The Conversation. Sheesh.
My brain hurts like a warehouse. My back hurts like a grocers. My eyes hurt like a motorway.
Just thinking: right, what am I going to do with myself before deciding that the best option is to do absolutely nothing at all.
Thinking about writing an article on the history and practice of randomicity. This would be placed next to my own routinized hell.
Second cup from the same tea bag. A disappointment. Like revisiting a past glory and thereby undermining it.
Library was typically Ibroxian. I got out Trier on von Trier and PD James’ first novel.
Might walk to the library. It is somewhere to go and it is a nice walk.
According to that article on luck you should do things that are new and unexpected in order to see opportunity. Thus I now have a keyboard.
Late this morning. Alarm silent. Disorientated from the off. Still recovering, I think.
Listening to Piazolla whilst trying to add colour where once there was only grey.
There are problems to be solved and then there are problems that refuse to be solved. These are the ones that make it harder to solve others
I had quite high hopes for today, these have been dashed against the rocks of illness, panic, indifference, headache, stupidity, and noise.
Too much too young in the day. Too little too fast. Too red too grey. Liberate and pay.
Really need something that alerts me every hour. Just a quick alert, nothing fancy, something to bring back to the moment. Snarl?
The unparalelled beauty of autumn, that time of time, thou mayst in me behold . . . season of mist and mellow fruitfulness.
I do best when I do one thing at a time. Unforutnately, it is the wrong thing.
Focus is all well and good but planning and long distance thinking is very bad when ill.
Already blanking out my watch alarm. A vibrating one?
Email from someone I last spoke to over 6 years ago. What do you say?
Mellow with illness. Relaxed, focused. Need to find a way of descending into this state. Maybe I should use lemsip like Andrew Motion.
Amazed by the ability to focus when I am ill. I need to get something like this for other time, maybe a lobotomy?
Have set myself the challenge of listening (via we7.com) Rolling Stone’s 500 Greatest Albums in reverse order. Currently on Merle Haggard.
Just been told that I look like Rodrigo from Big Brother 10. I haven’t seen it this series, but looking him up, it seems like a compliment.
Beautiful range of clouds, cloud colours and textures. Going to finally set up the date picker, whilst listening to Steve Earle.
Legs full of tension from the weekend’s inactivity, hence this mornings jitteriness. Hopefully walking to work will help.
Cup of tea, a cup of tea, some Puerh tea, all for me.
Sickness pervades the office space, a sick building maybe. Focus on processing notes, moving forward with the new design.
Enjoying drawing during meetings, I wonder if it looks as though I’m not concentrating? Go home early tonight and do a review.
Tired, mentally tired from having swapped over my monitors. Too much looking at a screen, but want to get my stuff done.
Sun streaming through the window causing me to squint and frown. Cup of tea, then process all documents.
Awaiting confirmation. It’s light and airy, now ready to finish STUFF.