Okay. My life is going to be insanely busy the next three weeks. At some point I hope to organise my thoughts sufficiently to work out ways to blog in the interstices but, y'know, today is not that day. So here is a little pretty:
a tweetcloud of the last year or so. It read a bit like a sad poem. (I am not sad.) I find the last lines particularly apt: blog publishing soon times, doing stuff yeah.