Month: February 2001

“Watch Tom slouch. Slouch, Tom, slouch.” My second link to an external gallery of the day contains pictures from Luke’s birthday drink on Sunday night. [courtesy of Brainsluice and featuring Meg, Luke and Davo.]

The new Apple PowerBook is gradually becoming a badge for my frustrations and financial impotence. Every morning as I head towards Time Out I see it lurking in Micro Anvika – mocking me and my financial circumstances, laughing at my weaknesses and my inability to fulfill my dreams. I’m beginning to love it and hate it at the same time. Why can’t it be mine?!

Meg finally comes clean with images of the last blogmeet. She has decided to name the gallery in question, “Test Tubes of Pure Eeeeeeevil”, which is a bit of a misnomer since it should clearly be called, “The Malevolent Photographer”. Anyone who knows me and who read my post on the matter will recognise nascent mental collapse in every picture I’m in.

Possibly the most fascinating part of this interview with Derek about Metafilter.com is that he still has a beige G3. Somehow deep inside I think I expected him to use a Kray Supercomputer to check his e-mail…

The first part of a three part interview with Ev about the past, present and future of Blogger [The state of the blog] includes some interesting information about the origins of the web-app. I started my weblog almost immediately after the launch of the new version in November of ’99, when there were only a couple of hundred sites around – originally as a space filler for the front of barbelith.com – a space I didn’t know what to do with. I certainly never expected the site to still be here nearly eighteen months afterwards…

Found via a search for kvetch at haddock.org:

Presenting a blast from the past – a snap-shot of the Barbelith Underground (neÈ Nexus) from just before Christmas 1999: Snapshot. There are many threads here that I thought were lost for ever.

I’m in a bit of a frenzy when it comes to online surveys at the moment. I can’t seem to stop wanted to categorise or re-categorise myself. I suppose it’s related to my desire to move jobs, and my attempts to refine in my mind exactly what I want from the next few years of my life. According to the Environics test (found via Metafilter) I am a Social Hedonist, which probably isn’t quite what I would have expected – particularly as in the process of undertaking the survey I had a sudden overwhelming sensation of craving a home of my own…

London is gradually waking up. The darkness of winter slows the city’s heartbeat, making our every action or movement an effort. But now things are getting brighter, the trees are on the brink of life, people seem to be slipping easily into their movements … pulsing cells of blood shaking off the lethargy of the months of hibernation.

This speed is worrying me – I leave Time Out in less than two weeks. I’m scared to leave its comfort, but the same thing that let me develop has left me finally trapped and restricted. The sadness of the situation is that it didn’t have to be like this. I could have watched the seasons shift, relaxed and happy. But circumstances and environments change. There’s no longer a place for me here.

Happy Birthday Luke.