Tastebuds

For lunch today, whilst the cars drone round the F1 circuit in Bahrain and millions of weary runners plod their way over the finishing line of the London Marathon, I will be having Raisin and Cinnamon bagels, lightly toasted. On said bagels I’ll put some salad cream and some thin slices of chicken. Apparently this is “weird”. So I was wondering, dear reader, if: You think that is, indeed, weird If you eat anything similarly weird In the case of the latter, and I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, a staple lunch during my 6th year at school was a roll with cheese, ham and banana. What? Guess, I’d best not mention the week when I moved down to England …

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Regress my tech

Danah Boyd has been reflecting on her long lost handwriting skills. “My ability to communicate without editing has decayed. My patience for creating text at a rate slower than I think has decayed.” Are we getting lazy? Are we too reliant on technology or are we simply adapting how we work and think to match the new capabilities we have at our disposal. Personal computers have been around for long enough now that they are a standard, obvious, piece of kit for a technical communicator. I’m 34, and those of you from my era probably won’t EVER have asked whether a PC is part of the provided tools or not, it’s just something that is presumed (asking for a particular …

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Decisions

My life has been littered with decisions over the past week or so. None particularly major but each crucial in a small way. The decision with the biggest impact is definitely whether I should pay the electricity bill, or purchase the Mac OSX upgrade. OK, not really a decision… (yes I’ll pay the bill… meh). Overall, most of the decisions have been small and in the large scheme of things, inconsequential. They centre around the myriad of items I’ve been throwing away as I continue to declutter. Trips to the skip, trips to various DIY places to purchase storage, trips to charidee shops, all have been preceded by a quandary. Louise and I are pretty good at getting rid of …

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Black Swan Green

Black Swan Green Another holiday book, by a favourite author, and it’s as every bit as good as his previous novels, whilst remaining (like the others) completely different to anything he’s written before. In the book, you spend just over a year with a 13 year old boy called Jason as he plots his way through the various minefields he encounters. Set in the early 1980s, pop culture references litter the novel and, as an 80s kid, whisked me back to that time of in my life. Jason is a kid who not only struggles to fit in, being smarter than average and he enjoys writing poetry whilst knowing that it’s a bit “gay” and could get him beaten up, …

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Recovery

After a long week, a night out was just what I required. The fact that the company put some cash behind the bar for us was an added bonus. Thankfully I had Saturday to myself, which is just as well as I spent it comatose on the couch, munching on chocolate chip muffins and Steak McCoys. I have noticed that it takes me longer to get over a hangover these days, and I decided to skip my Sunday morning run. Just couldn’t face it. Must get out tonight. Someone nag me please. We spent most of Sunday pottering. The house got a once over, as did parts of the garden inbetween some very brief but very heavy showers. We caught …

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Monday Miscellany

1. Being linked from Dooce brings in a few extra hits. A few being something around the “60” mark, and certainly not as many as I would’ve thought… however the link was in her sidebar, not from the main content. I’ve had a similar number of ‘referrers’ from Reluctant Nomad (to whom I placed the link that Dooce linked to in the first place… if that makes sense). 2. My Google pagerank is 6, not 7 as I previously thought. Apologies to those who, when I mentioned the erroneous figure on Saturday, voiced their incredulity. I am sincerely sorry for wasting your incredulity, something which should be kept for REALLY incredible things… like Scotland beating France. Have I mentioned that? …

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That World Cup question

Our First Minister caused a bit of a stooshy recently by stating that he wouldn’t be supporting England in the World Cup. But why should he? He’s not English after all.. As for me, well it’s a tricky one, that’s for sure. Ach, who am I kidding, it’s very straightforward. ‘Mon the Soca Warriors!! Actually that’s not strictly true. In truth I wouldn’t mind England winning the World Cup but for the inexorable press coverage it’d get. I mean it was pretty bad after the rugby World Cup but if they won the footie version? Jesus, it’d be awful. I was actually listening to a phone-on on the Radio about this during the week. And for most people the decision …

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Time flies

Didn’t venture over the door yesterday, not even to put the bins out. Awful weather, cold wind, driving rain, yeuch. So we stayed in, Louise made some cards, I hacked on with a mockup of a site (one of two on the go at the moment), and gave a little more thought to the seminar on Blogging and Communities I’ve been asked to present at. The initial nerves have subsided and whilst previously I’d been worrying that I wouldn’t be able to fill the 45 minute slot, my main concern now is that 45 minutes may not be long enough!! Ohh and lest I forget, I’d like to thank mike for his generous help, very much appreciated indeed. I may …

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Catches win Matches

Before my Mum returned to work she knitted. A lot. But I’ve mentioned that before, so let’s move on. Cricket then, and yes there is a link between the two because my Mum spent a lot of time knitting she liked to watch something that she could follow whilst glancing up and down from the clacking needles and mohair and cricket fitted the bill perfectly. As it was on, I found myself watching as well and soon picked up the basics all the while marvelling at Ian Botham as he bowled and batted like a mad thing (it was ’81). Fast forward to today and I’m sitting at work with Radio Five on my headphones. It’s ten to five and …

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