Casting A Beautiful Net
It’s 7pm on Sunday evening. The weekend is almost over. I’m just trying to take stock - trying to fit together where the day went. One of our friend’s childr...
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Overload
I’ve had the strangest feeling recently - like there’s just too much of everything. Too many websites. Too much information. Too many people. Too many conver...
A Walk Along The River
I had the day off work yesterday - a day away from the office, programming, computers - a day away from everything. The children have been on half-term this ...
Out Of Steam
I have the day off work tomorrow. I’m almost giddy with excitement. Ok, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. In all likelihood I’ll be taking the kids down...
Rugby Referee And Hockey Goalie
The children are on half term at the moment - which under normal circumstances would mean the house is relatively peaceful on a morning. Of course normal cir...
Almost Seduced By The Marketing Monster
In-between conference calls, writing an endless stream of source code, cycling home, washing up, clearing the kitchen, and paying my children to tidy their r...
Where Did Monday Go
How is it already 9pm? Where did Monday go? How did I manage to make it through the day after falling asleep at 2am, and waking up again 4 hours later? Why d...
Saturday
It only occurred to me this evening that I didn’t post to the blog yesterday. After flying home from Germany I raced home to continue working for several hou...
Winding Down
This evening I feel like a clockwork toy that is slowly winding down. It’s not that I’m particularly tired - just weary.
Counting The Hours
It’s half past nine in the evening, and you find me sitting in my fifth floor hotel room with the window open to the night air. Richard Marx is singing about...