Late in March, I was surfing around the Nordic Council’s funding info when I noticed that Nordbok funds projects to further literatury projects in collaboration between the Nordic countries – and the deadline was the next day. Figuring I might as well […]

I’m home and it’s dark and loneliness is seeping in. My daughter’s going on holidays with her dad and my sweetheart’s on a plane and won’t be here for weeks. My neighbour died last night, cracking jokes, her sister told me, and […]

Leonardo’s special issue on New Media Poetics and the Digital Prose. Creative and critical works, submit abstract and other material by August 15. Book of critical essays on projects affiliated with the trAce online writing centre. Proposals (2-300 word abstracts) due October […]

At lunchtime we chatted and buzzed and hived and in the afternoon I blogged and at the workshop I built and at dinner and afterwards talked with even more different people, thoroughly enjoying myself. This morning I rose early and flew home […]

I like seeing the works these artists and writers have created. I gather nuggets of information from discussions and conversations. There’s a phone company in Britain that will let you leave text messages for your friends that they’ll only receive if they […]

There’s no wireless here. When I whispered last night in an analogue backchannel to the performances (beer glass in hand but the room dully turned towards the stage and the tiny screens, no one sharing their experiences) a man turned to hush […]

At Incubation Ted Nelson, relocated to Oxford, spoke about the uninspired, paper-centric ways in which we use computers. “I never imagined, back then, that the techies would try to simulate paper,” he complained, calling Adobe Acrobat not merely a simulation of paper […]

List of 25 location-based, pervasive, mobile games around the world.

When I played violin, we used to laugh at the fingernail girls. They had long nails on every finger that needn’t touch fingerpad to wood: the left thumb, the right index, middle and ring fingers. Their other nails were neatly trimmed, for […]

My seven-year-old daughter ran around like a mad thing with the camera and of the hundreds she took, this is my favourite: one of her flipflop, one of her friend’s, strewn in grass the morning after a party.