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James, here are your hottest single friends

2008-05-13T11:25:00Z

I like my 3rd hottest single friend.
The first wanted to be a lawyer - but they're now my first hottest friend. Alas.
My second hottest single friend touched me on the shoulder last week. Twice. She never spoke to me in school. It sent my conversation all wrong.
Number 4 is awesome. But who knows.
5 is orange. And horrible.

But I'm all with number 3. But she's not single. I'm phoning the W3C - the semantic web is definitely broken. My solution is we all religiously start observing what the web says. "We're no longer going out - I forgot to update my facebook status". Sounds like a perfectly reasonable excuse to me. Go. Please.

The dilemna continued

2008-05-08T23:21:00Z

Fantastic original creation is hampered by the monotony of it's construction.
Everything else is clichéd.

Hello again

2008-05-03T23:50:00Z

I dance, just a little bit, as I'm walking down the street. The same street I loved and feared. I'm on my way to get very high.

I feel. I feel the FT. The pink FT. There are numbers in there I cannot attend to as I have to launch a web dream and move house, all the while feeling things. Like my hair, politics and the dilated pupils of the world and you. Less staring at afar with confusion, and more swimming inside, raving at the confusion.

Doing this hurts, but that's OK, because doing that is lovely.

History

2008-04-20T02:07:00Z

Blogging 2003-5: Teenagers taking popular culture and ever so slightly sexualising it, plus a few geeks claiming they made the whole thing.

Blogging 2006-8: The slow separation over thousands of specialised services, as this is far more sensible and semantic

Blogging 2008- : The realisation that what makes us interesting is not the separate parts of us, but how the separate parts interact when pushed into one thought. Sexualisation is not semantic.

1 line of 'More Than This' on loop

2008-04-18T23:32:00Z

Oh god, please, someone come and whisk me away to a land of Roxy Music and Diva.

Dancing, eagles, baths, smoking, women, women, woman.

Cliché

2008-04-18T21:14:00Z

With 6 billion people (OK, so I only care about roughly 2 billion of them), anything I do is a cliché.

My blog. My style. My loves. My career. My friends. My deepest passions. All clichés.

Not only has the thing you've put your heart and soul into been done, it's been done enough to make someone somewhere cringe knowingly. You fool.

Reverse Markets

2008-02-18T13:40:00Z

I can only think of two markets where it's all backwards. Where the sellers have to hunt the buyers. Where the buyer says "I want something, come, find and sell yourself to me".

The Labour Market, and Government Procurement.

Both are fucked.

(This is probably yet another time where I'm mentioning something that is probably well researched, but I've been too lazy to investigate)

I have my health

2008-02-17T20:31:00Z

Look at it go
Breath
Pump
Blink
Painlessly

See code
Hear Music
Taste random objects on my desk
Smell smoke
Feel me

Bodies are more than biological messes. At the worst times, and the best times, that's all you are.

iBrick

2008-02-16T16:45:00Z

This is creative writing. See what I did there?

The logical is magic. The magic is logical. Illogical is your face. I'm not sure where the three overlap, and where they are separate.

With a whisper, an incorrect nuance, a single call to a corruption in your personality stack, I may brick you.

Higher places can be reached quicker with thin ladders, but time spent writing a good test suite now will always be rewarded in the future.
I wish I could stub you.

Milk Float

2008-02-07T23:17:00Z

Yes, I have a milk float

Thought it best to finally write something here about it. I've told most people, either over beer or via Twitter, but some people thought it was a huge in joke. And I get to pull all my information into one place.

So. Milk Float.

I have a Driving License. I live in London. I hate cars in London.

I have to credit Xenia for first mentioning the idea of a milk float. I was going to get an Ice Cream van, but that's much more expensive, and not nearly as good.

A milk float is cheap. I got mine for ¬£500, with no haggling or anything. I'm not very good at this whole market systems thing.

It doesn't need an MOT, and therefore is car tax free. I don't play congestion charge (if I go that far), and most boroughs allow free parking.

Insurance. Insurance is a legalised discrimination. If someone charged you more for a sandwich because of your age, location or sex, people would be outraged. Using "It's statistic's" as an excuse is like saying black people should pay more tax because black people get arrested more.
This rant is getting to the fact that people over 25 pay 60-150 pounds for insurance. As I'm 19, I had to pay ¬£1,290. I couldn't get any quote at all for a while. But rather amazingly, Adrian Flux, an insurance broker, found my cries for help online and rang me! But even their best guys could only get ¬£1,290.

My float is older than I am. It was build on the 9th September 1987. There is a hole in the cabin, and the top is broken a bit at the back. It works.

I have yet to find the top speed, and will update this blog when I do, but the average milk float can reach 15-20mph. If I get some awesome batteries, I might get 30mph, but that's for the future. I'm out of money now.

Yes, it's electric. There is a charger. It's about waist height, and weighs like nothing you could ever imagine. It takes 3 people struggling to carry it. I have to wire it into my fuse box sometime soon. I'll let you know how that goes.

I've opened up the paint job to any graffiti artist, or anyone else, who wants to have a go. There is no promises that it won't be gone over by other people. I want it to be changing.

I was worried (one of many worries) what my neighbours would think. They actually love having a milk float on the road. Rock.

I love thinking of ways to side step the pointless competitions we have in our society. Cars are perhaps the biggest and stupidest of the lot. We spend huge amounts of money on a something to get us around. We use it as a status symbol. We drive cars capable of going 150mph in a city of an average speed of under 10mph.
This is a bit of a 'fuck you' to those who hold themselves so dearly to these races of importance. And to anyone who doesn't like anyone who doesn't do the 'normal thing' - who get self conscious that your not doing what they do, not caring about what they care about, question their thoughts and beliefs.

This is definitely over-thinking the purchase of a milk float.

My milk float brings all the girls to the yard. And they're going to be my milk float girls.

It's going to have a spoiler.