Rina and Nina went to a party
They were dressed as arty and farty.
Everyone danced and had a great time
And Nina and Rina’s names always rhyme!
Summer is coming and a beach is nearby
Maybe we’ll dance with sand and the sky?
Stay -up -late DJs would spin until light
And keep Rina and Nina bouncing all night.
Don’t give these girls coffee
If ever y’all meet.
It’s practical advice
They’d just never sleep!
I do apologize profusely for not being able to set down any interesting text. I have started two rather large side projects (one is very secret, the other is GUADEC) that are or will soon be a lot of work. But I like it, it means I have no excuse to be bored. Also, this past week it was my birthday! Needless to say, there were festivities (plural) involving cakes (also plural). The above photograph was a casualty: a guest with a lazy elbow in our kitchen at a house party. Broken ceramics, self-constructing archaeology.
In a world of input devices, move away from ‘perfect input’. If what goes into the computer/internet cloud is blurry/imperfect, while the device is operating as intended, what then?
The photo was taken on an eight year old digital camera. Could it be a modern equivalent of using glass-film cameras? Maybe in a few years..
Music for traverso and baroque violen, 2010.
This was easier than I thought it'd be.
It must have been something I ate. I tried to stir-fry last night but I was distracted and ruined the whole thing. The rice ended up too oily and the meat overcooked. Then as I slept I had strange dreams of working at the office and my alarm clock. I don’t know whether to write jokes or tragedy.
My girlfriend broke up with me. Fortunately I’ve found myself not heart-broken, yet still troubled. There are many things that I began to think about: How will I spend my free evenings? How will this affect our friends? Is it too late to ask for my toothbrush back?
I’m writing this from the train. This morning I’m off to see a someone and I have a writing job in my bag! So hopefully it’s a taste of things to come. Holland in misty green and blue zipping past the window, train station sushi for breakfast. Given my stomach condition this morning, though, the spicey wasabi is probably not a bright idea.
