Miles Hochstein has published his life as an autodocumentary in photos, year by year. I leaf (clicking) through this stranger’s photo album to realise that my album is almost the same as his: myself as a baby, child, teenager, student, traveller, parent. […]

A recurring moment of parenthood I’d happily do without is that evening hour when you think your child’s asleep (by Jove, she should be) and you get out the chocolate only to hear a little voice call “What are you eating mummy? […]

Ah. They destroyed all the napalm in 2001, you see. What they dropped on Iraq wasn’t napalm, it was Mark 77. Well, yes, it does has the same effect but the chemical structure is slightly different. Really! (via Dagbladet)

There’s an interesting and unusually poignant discussion over at Elouise’s about writing intensely personal blog posts. A suggestion I like is that once published (abstracted) feelings are no longer personal. Everyone feels them. That would be the difference between publishing what Jonathan […]

Last year I received strange SMSes for 72 hours, because I’d signed up for Tim Etchell’s artwork Surrender Control. Matt Locke curated that work and has written an article comparing it to two other works, using the term relational aesthetics to describe […]

I was away when that bloggers’ scruff happened, where Mark Pilgrim got so fussed about accountability (check the “3 versions” link) and standing for what you publish that he not only rewrote his own blogging software to show every single revision made […]

Jesus Christ invited Liz to be part of his network of friends at Tribe, another social networking site similar to Friendster. This seems like an obvious strategy for online evangelists, but it reminds me of all the fictional friendsters I’ve been acquiring […]

Scott McCloud, comic guru, has a site he calls Morning Improv: “One hour each day, whatever comes into my head.” It’s not formatted as a blog, because each morning’s comic has its own page (there is, however, a bloggish compilation of links […]

/S?©gri?®s, June 30/ Row upon row of lavender, a sudden lake of blue in yellow fields of wheat. Lavender’s blue, lavender’s green, I knew that, but until I came to Provence I didn’t know that the blue and the green blur together […]

This evening I was Lara Croft. It was brilliant: all I had to do was walk into the “Kickpuls” session at the gym and bam I was in the midst of a neatly choreographed rectangle of people kicking, punching, lunging and jumping […]