Not sure that word means what you think it means.… ;-)
The #interhacktives - digital journalism’s future…
Lines and a circle
I say, Jeeves…
I am not impressed by my surroundings, Daddy.
Berlin, a conker and the oddest of nostalgic moments
Berlin! Berlin!
A fortnight ago, I was in Berlin. I love that city. Over the last year, it's become my most visited city, and I enjoy every single trip. It has an edgy, interesting feel - like everything's changing, but nobody's quite sure what the finished product will look like. It's just fun.
But, oddly, while walking in a Berlin park, I had my first moment of nostalgia for my old job and office. You see, when autumn arrived in Sutton, the conker tree between the car park and the office shed its bounty of conkers, and I was the only one who seemed to care. I stuffed my pockets with them, satiating the desires of my inner eight year old, and built a little stack of them on my desk. It was a beautifully organic counterpoint to the digital focus of what I was doing.
There are no conker trees around where I live, or the various places I work. And so, I've missed those moments this year.
Until a Tuesday afternoon, in Berlin, in a park, when those moments all came back. A single conker, lying in the leaves, in the crisp German early autumn. A world - a life - away from where I was then, but the feelings came flooding back. It's a mark of how happy I am in my new life that the principle emotional callback I've had to my working life of six years is a single conker in the leaves in a park.
Life moves on. There are conkers everwhere - and I'd rather encounter them in Berlin than Sutton.
There was only one thing for it: head off and kill the nostalgia with a lunchtime currywurst…
Mmmmm… currywurst
Eric Carle's Autumn
When I was a few years older than Hazel, The Very Hungry Caterpillar was my favourite book. How awesome is it that a few decades later, I can read the blog of the author and see his latest work?
Almost certainly not. #skyfall
When dragons fall…
Wow - three years on FourSquare…
Room with a green roof view #hotellife (in response to @lloydadavis)
The people of NEXT Service Design #sd12
Interesting stuff about disruption at #sd12
Danger: liveblogger at work #sd12
When did the bed get so big, Daddy?
At a fantastic #LikeMinds discussion about the connected culture and its consequences…
Never noticed this gate before
Candle-lit
Daybreak over commuters…
The weaponised smile of a baby…
If there’s one thing babies do well, it’s living in the moment.
No photos, Daddy!
Sometimes my daughter is so good at being cute that I suspect she's actually working at it.
I was up this morning at 7am. I may be a gentleman freelancer/consultant these days, but that's no excuse for being a slugabed. Money needs earning, as Hazel is only going to get more expensive…
To get my dressing gown, I have to walk right past Hazel's crib. And she was awake. Wide awake. Big, happy eyes. A big smile on her face. She was still swaddled up, snug under her blanket, and she was awake and comfy and happy and grinning at her daddy. My heart nearly exploded with happiness.
She had that look you get when you wake up after a good sleep, and the bedding is just the right weight and temperature and it feels wonderful, and at that moment, you don't ever want to leave. But unlike us, she had no guilt in that feeling, no sense that she should be somewhere else doing something else. Where she was felt great, and she was happy to just be there.
I envy her her ability to live so completely in the moment.
Ready for adventure (take 2)
Sunday afternoon smiles.
New things…
I suspect the post-lunch audience may be “relaxed” for @cpev’s #bdmf12 session
Preparing for worship at the church of marketing #bdmf12
