Microposts
Listening to Joe Strummer’s ‘Willesden to Cricklewood’ for the first time in a while, and realising that’s not very far. When that album came out we didn’t have digital maps in our pockets.
Well, so much for my hoping. I don’t think ‘iPhone X’ is a great name, especially when they’re pronouncing it ‘ten.’ I can only say ‘ex’ in my head when I read it, and the 10/8 dichotomy is just going to confuse people and make the 8s feel old. But if it wasn’t for my recent forced purchase I’d certainly be wanting one.
I hope the rumours are false and Apple don’t call the new iPhone the ‘iPhone X.’ That’s a terrible name, I think. Whichever way you pronounce ‘X’.
A playlist on Apple Music on the Sonos: “Alternative Hits: 1978.” And man is it good. But as they say, the golden age of music is 14…
Went for a drink & meal with an old uni friend. Talked of family, health, politics, jobs, and Doctor Who. And really, what else is there?
On a long weekend in Cornwall. Drive down on Friday was longest ever, so not looking forward to drive back tomorrow, but it’s been good.
Yesterday’s mysterious post was not meant to be a post at all. Instead it was a reply to a comment on Micro.blog. But something went wrong and I posted it without the reply’s @-name at the start so it appeared as a full-fledged post, and got crossposted to Twitter and Facebook as usual.
I’m going to leave it in place as a learning experience.
My site was down for a couple of days. You probably didn’t notice. These things happen when you’re on holiday, it seems. The nice people at Linode were very helpful, though, and it’s all back up now.
The Rolling Donut, Dublin. Highly recommended. Good to remember how good donuts can be if you don’t get misspelled American ones.
Ice-cold Guinness. I’m reminded of the late Bob Shaw…
Test posting to my site from Quill. I’ve no idea whether this will work.
Further to this morning’s post, it looks like I’ll be in the City for a while, and only going to the client’s site later, or occasionally. Which is good news for my commute.
On my way to first day at the new job. This is at the consultancy’s offices in the City, though, for induction, not at the client’s site.
I’m pretty sure that all of these are meant to be autumnal. Yet here it’s early August — high summer — and there they are, growing madly.
First time anyone has asked me for a more detailed CV. But hey, I can write about myself till the cows come home.
Weird. I go to Ted Leo’s Soundcloud page. A track by someone called Lil Purpp starts playing. Nothing to do with Leo or the page I’m on, as far as I can see.