6 September 2019
We had a holiday in Tenby
- I’ve been inspired to Commit to Weeknotes because I can see how successful they are when they’re in the hands of Alice or Nat or My Colleagues At PD (whose weeknotes are emails, so I can’t link to them. But trust me, they’re good).
I made a photo alphabet the other day; this is “r”
- Like everyone else, I really enjoyed Jeremy Dellar’s Everybody in the Place documentary, but I’ve Committed to Weeknotes too late to link to it while it’s still watchable. You really should watch it though. Failing that, listen to the music on a playlist. I thought there was more music in the programme than that.
- Talking of listening, I got round to playing The story of goth in 33 songs, thanks for the link to that, Phil!
- If you used to use Google Inbox and you miss it, this Chrome/Firefox extension might help you: Simplify Gmail. I’ve been using it and I like it.
- Had a chance in recent weeks to properly use Notion. It’s not as good as Google Docs for collaborative editing of long pieces of text, but it is a nice wiki for teams to keep information in.
- There’s a band you’ve never heard of called Out of my Hair, and I’m a bit of a fan and have been for years, ever since I was a reporter on the Cambridge Evening News and got given a free copy of their first album to review. That was 199-something. It seems like they’ve finally released a new album called God is in the detail, after years and years of delays, and I’m quite pleased about that. You’ll probably hate it. Track 4 is great.
- I love my tiny MacBook because it’s tiny but blimey this keyboard drives me nuts.
I had a chance to go to Cambridge this week, so I checked in at the Reality Checkpoint (which is a thing) while I was there. Visiting my old stamping ground brought back so many nostalgic memories, and also prompted so much astonishment and surprise. Cambridge was rich and posh when I lived there, but the wealth and the poshness has multiplied by many orders of magnitude since then. You can feel the money as the train rolls into the city, you can sense it as you walk the streets. Ridiculous privilege aside, I still love the place. Nostalgia does that.
EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE