Yesterday I collected some boxes which had been in long-term storage at Curmudgeonly Former Housemate’s new place. (Note: CFH has in the past vainly protested me calling him a curmudgeon, and now that he will soon be moving to a different country I might be willing to grudgingly admit that he’s really not a curmudgeon … Continue reading
Tag Archives: London
The Quiet
I have the good fortune to live in an unusual little corner of London overlooking a decommissioned dock that is now used for training small children to sail, adults to kayak, and other healthy maritime pursuits. On hot days it attracts merry bands of revellers seeking a way to cool off, diving merrily into the … Continue reading
The Enya
With St Patrick’s Day on the approach, let me tell you about a little cocktail I invented with some charming Irish barmen. It was a friend’s birthday. We were on pub #2, or possibly #3, I’m not entirely sure. What I do know is that we were somewhere a hair north of Victoria Park in … Continue reading
Nesta’s Future Festival
Nesta recently held the two-day FutureFest covering innovation in a range of areas like work, play, and love. With talks and roundtables interspersed with interactive, immersive experiences, there was certainly plenty to stimulate the curious mind. There were several sessions on the future of education. Most of these were slotted into the ‘Work’ theme of … Continue reading
Dancing Graph
Recently I’ve been exploring Neo4j, a graph database that makes it easy to see the connections between things. It’s a great way to visualise Twitter data, for example. Yesterday I went to see the McOnie Company’s Jekyll & Hyde at the Old Vic. I had the pleasure of reviewing the McOnie Company’s original show Drunk … Continue reading
Adventures in coding-land
I dreamed about a canvas painted in thick smears of black, spread so thickly the strokes seemed to move, roiling over and around each other giving depth and heft to the obscurity. Smudges of color which never quite resolved into shapes blossomed and faded on the surface, giving the impression of sinister figures shrouded in … Continue reading
Paperweight
Smooth, dark and perfectly square with beveled edges, the unexpected small chunk of marble peered out of my mailbox. No address, no label, no packaging, no explanation. Just a two-inch square cube of marble. It’s moments like these, when confronted with a hitherto unimagined circumstance, that I am reminded how ripe the world is with … Continue reading
