Welcome to the junk room. I'm one can of cider down, and have just closed the web browser in order to remove distractions. It's just me, Scrivener, and the light from an angle-poise lamp standing guard on the corner of the desk. I played chess today. I haven't played chess in a very long time.… Continue reading Chess and Melrose
I sat down at the desk in the junk room to write a blog post an hour ago. All I have done so far is listen to music on Spotify. Music from my distant past. While writing this, Wilson Phillips are singing "Hold On", and I'm remembering drawing a picture of them in the back of my college art sketchbook.
Today I am "working" from home. In reality, I called the client this morning and informed them that the likelihood of me getting much done today was pretty slim. I'm looking after Miss 17 - after two weeks fighting tonsillitis, going through one round of antibiotics, and still being sick, I've turned my focus almost completely on her. She's taking tablets every two hours now, and I'm forcing her to keep drinking, and eating anything I can get her to - despite her less than enthusiastic responses to my constant reminders and encouragement.
I have spent the greater part of this evening tinkering with a pretend computer that hasn't existed for thirty years. That's right - not even the real thing. I discovered a project some time ago on the internet called "Amibian", that turns a Raspberry Pi into a Commodore Amiga - a computer that went out… Continue reading Rabbit Holes
A few years ago I watched a wonderful movie called "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", about a young Indian man with a dream to run his own hotel. In the middle of juggling one disaster after another, he told a resident the following:"Everything will be alright in the end. If it is not alright, it… Continue reading Perhaps Not The End
It's just gone 10pm on Sunday evening, and I'm in my usual bolt-hole - hiding out in the junk room, listening to music, and emptying my head into the keyboard while the younger children sleep, and my other half watches TV shows in the lounge. Miss 17 is chatting with friends on her phone in… Continue reading Tinkering
I nearly fainted this afternoon. I had been working flat out all day on a technical problem. I didn’t get up from my desk from the moment I arrived in the morning until the moment I left in the evening. There must be a rule deep in the workings of the universe that undiscovered problems… Continue reading Growing Up, and Growing Old
If the marketing people would have you believe it, millions of people will be making all sorts of extra effort to woo, appease, or apologise to their existing or soon-to-be significant others today. All because convention and expectation pressures them into it. If they don't do something, they will be seen as lazy - if… Continue reading Almost Ignoring Valentines Day
David Karp is leaving Tumblr. It feels strange, finally seeing the various valley blogs breathlessly posting the news out to the internet - describing how he founded the blogging platform back in 2007, and changed the web.I remember. I was there. I wrote about it.I remember listening to an episode of a podcast while travelling… Continue reading Everything Changes
I was reminded by a wonderful friend this morning that back in 2007 I wrote a post on the blog titled "A Letter to my Future Self", with instructions to be opened ten years later. The letter asked a number of questions, so I thought it might be fun to finally reply.Hello Jonathan,Greetings from your… Continue reading Replying to the Past