Come on back to the war

[devi]

You know those bits in films where the story skips forward and there's an establishing shot showing something that indicates what time we're in now? Newspaper headlines. A pop song. Colour schemes. Jeans suddenly baggy or skinny, hair suddenly fouffy or 'fro. I had a moment like that this summer on the tube at West Ham. In front of me there was a row of people reading newspapers with the Olympics all over them, and some dubstep went 'wommmmm' on my headphones just as we passed a row of wind turbines. Look, it's 2012!

I am posting to LJ from underground, on my commute, with my tiny pocket computer. This morning feels a bit like that. I am wearing glasses. My jeans are indeed skinny. I am listening to an old ultraruby mix (British Summertime). My hair is the same as it ever was. Hello world! It's been a weird couple of years. How were yours?

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[boxcat.livejournal.com]

Last 2 years:

* Wrote a book which is doing rather well.
* Started a company.
* Became an international superstar DJ rockstar programmer all-purpose technical gimp

My hair is not the same as it ever was. This is largely because I now have to interact with venture capitalists on a semi-regular basis. I see the inside of Heathrow Terminal 5 far, far too often.

Still, on balance, things are mostly pretty damn amazing, and I am kind of left wondering what I'm going to do if this all crashes and burns, because working for someone else again is more-or-less unconscionable by now.