Bulldozers are piling stones in water to make a path all the way around Store LungegÂrdsvannet, and enough of it is ready now that I could walk by the water almost all the way home. It’s raining again and my boots are […]

Had a look at the Alternate Reality Game (ARG) promoting the latest Matrix movie yet? It’s centred around the at first glance run-of-the-mill Metacortex site, perhaps continuing via their employee of the month’s personal website. At some point you’ll probably want to […]

This morning I saw large crumpled leaves still clinging to the stalk but withered by the first night frost. I wrapped an old woollen scarf three times around my neck before going outdoors. I don’t want to crumple.

A choir just started practicing in the downstairs hall! Fullbodied choral music halted only by occasional laughter. I’ve opened my office door and I guess I’ll do my grading here instead of going home as intended. At least until rehearsal’s over.

Hanne-Lovise’s seeing five films today, whereas I’ve only seen one in the whole film festival: Comandante, Oliver Stone’s 100 minute film of his 30 hour interview with Fidel Castro. It was a great movie, though god knows I’m sure they’re all liars, […]

What I have to do now: Write a press release. University photographer: make appointment, go. Write a summary in English for Dissertation Abstracts International. Get an ISBN number (ISBN: 82-497-0183-6). Make sure the dissertation is registered in BIBSYS. Have 40 copies made […]

The fifteenth ACM conference on Hypertext will be the first to accept hypertext submissions. About time, and good on ’em. The conference is in Santa Cruz, August 9-13 next year, and submissions due in March.

The faculty sent me the committee’s report electronically, to reach me more speedily: It is the judgement of the committee that Jill Walkerís dissertation displays the depth and breadth of research, command of the field, and original character required of the PhD. […]

I returned from an hour of silent twilight on Ulriken to the stifling intensity of the city. There was talking everywhere, a shop, a siren, lasers piercing the sky, a tractor beside a half-dug ditch, a woman with a dog asking directions. […]

Oh look, two of Shelley Jackson’s words are commenting over on Caterina.net. Heather is “required” and Jon is the fifth “the” in the fourth paragraph.