Well, we’re back. JFC yesterday was exhausting. To give the same lecture twice looks suspiciously like carelessness.
In other news, how is it that I only learned today that Sam Altman is gay?
It’s not redemptive, don’t worry. I still abhor that freeze-dried weasel. But is it a coincidence that he’s literally the only even vaguely fuckable tech billionaire?
Another update, this time to Frobulator. Just bugfixes, but notable by virtue of being prompted by a report from someone at A Tasty Pixel. They’re the makers of Loopy, but more importantly also of long-retired framework The Amazing Audio Engine, which is what encouraged me to make Frobulator in the first place. Long, long ago.
In other news: AAAAARGH! It’s almost October! Teaching starts on Monday! Winter is coming!
I should post more. If only to get that one off the front page before any students accidentally google their way here. JFC.
Sorry, imaginary interlocutors. And non-imaginary canine proxies. Software users. Old flames. Random drive-by students.
It’s nearly certain that no-one will read this — I’m confident the dogs won’t, anyway — but still. Not supposed to let it show. Not even to an audience of none.
I’m usually pretty good at that.
Sorry.
Islington is awash. I’m no football fan, but it all seems remarkably good natured.
Hampstead Heath was also awash, but differently.
Pretty good way to see out May.
Frankly still reeling from Meryl Tankard’s genius Pina Bausch restaging, Kontakthof – Echoes of ’78. Like a blow to the head, but in a good way.
The gimmick of surviving dancers performing alongside archive footage of themselves — and their non-surviving colleagues — from nearly 50 years ago sounds simplistic, perhaps even trite. Hackneyed. Yawn. Seen it all before, right?
Wrong.
Bloody hell. It is so good. Great source material projected across time to become something even better, breathtaking and heartbreaking and ephemeral and astonishing.
Maybe I’ll be more measured when the concussion wears off, but don’t count on it.