We checked into a fun little boutique hotel on Commercial Road yesterday and went out for dinner for Eves birthday.
This is by no means a world shattering observation. But have over 50 things on my list of things to do means that I’m not finishing anything.
My mate Andy and I finally got our lives together enough to get a game of Kill Team in this week. The first of the year.
I woke up this morning with no idea what I was going to talk about on the show today. As it turned out, ambitions for 2022.
I’ve now been writing these things for 200+ weeks in a row. I really like the weeknotes format, I think it works really well for me.
Upon hearing the MySpace sever news, my first thought was ‘I’m glad all posts and DMs are gone forever’. My second thought was ‘Oh No’
I have an essay titled ‘Solarpunk: A Container for More Fertile Futures’ in the inaugural issue of Solarpunk Magazine – out today.
I don’t usually feel like a new year is any different, a change of date does not change the conditions that have been carried forward.
The Long Fear. It’s the question in the dead of the night. It’s there when things are going well, it remains unanswered when you procrastinate
Retrospectives for 2021 are dropping in my RSS reader. Here’s mine.