When an email went round at work asking if anyone was up for giving a lunchtime talk on a hobby, I volunteered to do so. I’ve got to be honest that I did suspect ‘static site personal blogging’ might be considered a bit too esoteric for them to accept, but no, they took me up on it. Whelp! That’s now done, so, to...

Eu olho pros azulejos do banheiro E a morte me chama Olho para os pássaros voando E a morte me chama No vão entre a risada e o suspiro A morte me chama Eu olho o abismo no olho Desço escadas e ladeiras Fujo da minha própria sombra Corro uma maratona no escuro Ando descalço Tropeço nas pedras Escalo a montanha...

I wish I could write something coherent, but we're still recovering from the awful flu that hit us last week. It will take a long while before we shake off the rest of the illness, that's for sure.

In which I was sick, happy with work, and found some lovely ambient music