Month: November 2001

Watch in awed wonder. The crab that I coloured in yesterday has been wandering around London, scaring the tourists.

Must visit beautiful site of the day is nothing.ch.

Interesting toy of the day is Moodstats – a little application by the people behind k10k. You input several key characteristics of your day, every day along with a few notes and a diary entry. This information is sync’ed with a central database (if you register and pay ’em of course), allowing you to annotate your life. If it were linked with a web publishing application like Movable Type or Blogger it might become truly useful rather than just momentarily entertaining…

George Harrison has died. It’s being talked about on Metafilter and TCN. I’ve just listened to Here Comes The Sun – by way of a tribute. Ironically, it was only three months ago that Salon debunked rumours that he was dying.

Dan puts up a rogues gallery of his time in England. See if you can spot me.

I also discovered that I’d got paid for something and immediately decided that along with my mother’s traditional Christmas contribution I could now afford to buy myself an iPod. Ludicrous idea of course. Micro Anvika sold out yesterday. This moment may never come again…

I have spent much of my lunch-time cutting out and colouring in a huge crab, to be worn around the head of rathergood nutter Joel Veitch. We had a whole pack of marker pens. It was great. The rest of the office looked at us liked we’d accidentally let our dog pee in their coffee.

I got an e-mail from an old friend who’s just fallen off the cliff into his thirties and has decided to celebrate the occasion by getting new heating. You couldn’t make it up, frankly. He send me some pictures from our epic camping trip around England (1990?), during which much mutual toleration of bad music tastes was undertaken. I think it was that trip that cemented my distaste of R.E.M. He sent me a couple of pictures. They’re amusing (wish there were some of me from the same period). They are represented below…

Simon

Glyn

Question: If something is funny, is it in fact more true than if something is merely true and boring?

Working with Cal is a strange and occasionally unsettling experience. But it has its rewards. Like watching him suddenly get obsessed with pixel fonts on a Tuesday morning, and produce four or five of them by the end of work [Pixel Six, Cubic Five and Square Dance]. And knowing that he’s got so excited about it that he has done at least two or three others – including italics. And knowing that he’ll probably not use them for anything. At all. I miss that kind of random passion. The ‘I must do this now‘ feeling. It’s been a while since any project was anything other than a mental battle against the urge to stuff chocolate into my face and watch bad TV.