I thought I should post something

Been busy. Dissertation, y'know.

Here,

I'm not sure where I found this one, either.

Edible Book Day

This is no April Fool. Unlike, say, Gmail Motion -- now you can control Gmail with your body. Or AdBlock Freedom: augmented reality eyewear that detects and removes ads from the world in realtime. (If only.)

www.books2eat.com

April 1st is the birthday of French gastronome Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (1755-1826), famous for his bookPhysiologie du goût, a witty meditation on food. April fools' day is also the perfect day to eat your words and play with them as the "books" are consumed on the day of the event. This ephemeral global banquet, in which anyone can participate, is shared by all on the internet and allows everyone to preserve and discover unique bookish nourishments. This festival is a celebration of the ingestion of culture and a way to concretely share a book; it is also a deeper reflexion on our attachment to food and our cultural differences.

I liked my idea, and still do, even though it turned out a lot less...edible, overall...than I'd envisioned.

The real test now is for someone to recognise what it is.
(I've already tested the cake.)

Addendum: 2011 Gallery (including yours truly)

"Where we've never, ever been." — Doctor Who, and time

Neil Gaiman has been working on his episode of this year's Doctor Who for months. It's a safe bet the other writers have been doing the same.

That's just the writing.

Then there's location finding, set creation, costume making, prop making, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc..

Filming. For 5 minutes. Setting up for 50. Take 2...

Housemate No. 1 is currently editing a 10 minute documentary, which is consuming a fair portion of her hours/days/life. I lasted about an hour, so I can only imagine the editing of 13 x 45 minutes.

Months of work by hundreds of individuals, condensed into 1 minute:

Diana Wynne Jones

Just found out Diana Wynne Jones died last night. She was—and still is and will forever be—my most favourite author, ever, and now I am sad.


Neil Gaiman says some lovely things about her, and about being there, here.

Where I Live

No, my dear stalkers, I'm not about to disclose my address. It's about to change soon anyway.

This was inspired by Julia Munroe Martin over at wordsxo, which I in turn inspired with a picture of the pile of notes I found around my desk. The Guardian also did a thing.

Most of my last two years have been spent here:

Every item I can identify in that picture has a (not necessarily interesting) story. You can see part of my VW camper-van collection, part of my Doctor Who collection, and a lot of my book collection.

(Yes, that's English Grammar For Dummies at the end of the shelf. Siblings + birthday = what's turned out to be quite a helpful book.)

There's also a view from my window, but it's not great.