Author: Paul B
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Oxford
Oxford – city of a million bicycles. Yesterday, I suspect it might have been more apt to describe it as the city of a trillion raindrops. From arrival around lunchtime until mid-evening, it rained – either half-heartedly, spitting and spraying, or with full-bodied summer rain. So, I spent my first day here wrapped in a…
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dollissimo
I have been working for the last couple of weeks on a new community site for doll collectors. I admit that might seem a little odd to anyone who doesn’t know – and odder still, because I don’t actually collect dolls. I appreciate the artistic intent in their creation and the distillation of their personality…
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Do To-Do
Yes, I’m finding it easier to get things done with a to-do list. Mind you, having tried to use two or three on the iPhone, I’ve realised it needs to be desktop or paper-based. Unless I can find a good one that effectively stretches across iPhone and desktop in a seamless, sync’d-in fashion. Having a…
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And Another Thing…
Just finished reading ‘And Another Thing…‘, Eoin Colfer’s contribution to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series. I think most people would accept that Douglas Adam (bless his soul) began to drift off a bit with this series in the latter part of the over-extended trilogy. However, ‘And Another Thing…‘ seems to take ‘drift’ to…
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Knowing It
I had grand plans for this weekend, but somewhere in the mix I have become side-tracked by some irritating minutiae. I have a To Do list on my laptop, constantly lingering in view, so I have no excuse to lose focus. I have managed to remove a couple of things from the list – like…
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Cyprus Site Overhaul
Spent part of the weekend transferring someone’s web sites from a ‘wizard’ created PHP page, that dynamically pulled the content for different pages from the backend, to a WordPress installation with functionality to support the site purpose – publicising the availability of a holiday apartment. I find it hard to explain to people sometimes that…
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Get Over It
Well, the world moved on in the last fortnight, didn’t it. The weather has shimmied and jostled from overpowering heat to moist and warm – at a pace quite alarming to most. I have gone from spending one night sleeping above the quilt, to the next tucked firmly beneath it – and that isn’t right,…