Josh (the blog)

I’ve delivered simple, clear and easy-to-use services for 20 years, for startups, scaleups and government. I write about the nerdy bits here.


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Fading light

Football field at night through trees with sun setting in background

Crash on King St

Crash

Looked pretty nuts and must have wreaked havoc for city-bound traffic. There’s a Jeep that was on its side behind that white car… two ambulances (both empty, fortunately!) and a firetruck, and an unmarked + a marked police car. One of the fireies was taking snaps on his camera phone but I wasn’t that game, so this is the best I’ve got. It’s still a cool photo I think.

Winter afternoon sun

Summer shadows are hazy, easily forgot. Winter’s are chiselled out, or graven with a perfectly-formed knife.

People are the only exception.

Crisp winter sun across flowers with photographer's shadown

Taken whilst walking the dog. No time for technical perfection. Minimal editing.

True nerds

Girls huddled round a computer

Or geeks, whatever works.

Re

It feels like this is happening more and more often. I’m not sure if it is or not… it might be I just realise these things more now. Growth in a twisted way? So many things. Conversation twists and suddenly I have folded back on myself, nauseous from sheer wrongness, a complete lack of wisdom and immaturity. Defining.

Words are just that. Getting caught in them is stupid, irrational. Eventually, repulsive. Certainly that seems to be where this hovers now. Why can’t they leave? But immersion is coming; it is a whirlpool three-and-a-half days of seven — their anathema is realised in the opposite half, but the balance-point is sub-ideal to begin with. So escape is futile; I am a part of this, now… it is too late to deny it. There is no coming up for air, trapped beneath a sheet that is held by surface-tension for some years yet. Years. What, eighty? At least it’s not 500, or more. That would be agonisingly awkward. Or maybe not. Actually, probably. I think they just learn to pretend everything is different. It’s a grand [fantastic, spectacular, fanciful, delightful – as in “grand old building”] conspiracy (there I go, caught up in words again) that occasionally shatters.

No matter, they say, sweeping the fragments under the social fabric (rug). We will go on lying to ourselves, until…