1.75
We’re getting there – try this.
writing
archive of blog entries
1.5
Option 1.5. This one could prove tricky to deliver with the CSS, but I think I can do it. I’m still avoiding colour at the moment.
re-design
I’m getting bored of the page design. I’ve been noodling about with a cleaner layout this lunch break. Take a look and tell me what you think.
anonymous tip-off
Mild mannered reporter Matt Revell, has succeeded where the Daily Telegraph and Sky News failed. He’s recorded an interview with the organiser of the flash mob event I previously wrote about. Here’s the mp3 link.
leather shorts make it difficult to run
About a week ago I was driving in to work when I passed a pick up truck belonging to the new Kerrang radio station. I decided to ditch the Today programme and tune in. They were about to do an outside broadcast that involved reading out the number in a phone box and the first …
tidy up
A little housekeeping before I go away for the weekend. It’s been quite rightly pointed out to me that I’m guilty of something I swore I’d never do: neglecting the humble 56k modem. Apologies to any readers who’ve been cursing at the number of graphics on the page of late and the time it takes …
time and the hunter
A pen is so much easier to carry than a PDA or a laptop. Whilst that remains true, you’ll have to suffer the occasional hand written entry. I’ve just started reading Time and the Hunter by Calvino. Peter has also bought himself a copy and he and I have agreed to do some inter-blog notes …
teeth on plastic
So there’s this dog. And he’s chasing a Frisbee. The former bounds across the open field making an almost incalculable number of micro-adjustments to its speed and direction. The latter glides across the open sky receiving an almost incalculable number of micro-deformations to its speed and direction. The space between them is carved and re-carved …
cafe venue
severed hand
‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller’ by Italo Calvino How well I would write if I were not here! If between the white page and the writing of words and stories that take shape and disappear without anyone’s ever writing them there were not interposed that uncomfortable partition which is my person! Style, taste, …