It's that time of the year when we try and leave the crap in the past and drag the good stuff over with us into the future. Even if it doesn't want to. Even if the good stuff is actually very happy in its place and has travel anxiety. Even if it pukes all over our back seat.

Hello-friends,

"What does it mean when things mean things?" – that seems to be the main concern of design and art academia. Well, I guess to do it justice, it should be broadened to "what does it mean when _____?" with the blank filled with one of a dozen subjects on rotation, like: social norms change, or a copy gets created, or economy crashes, or cultures reappropriate things, or disparate objects start to belong. It's the obsession with meaning that fuels an academic practice.

It’s officially over! The Tech Nation spell has dissipated and I don’t have to be a leader in a tech field anymore. My ILR says: stay for as long as you like and do whatever you want.

If you go up the staris, you get up there, and if you take a lift down, you end up on the ground. If you wanna dig a tunnel, you don't typically build a ladder. You take a showel and get digging. It's a trusted way for those with nothing to prove.

In the past, especially when I was younger, but up to a couple hours ago, I thought that good things in life are an indicator of achievement. That as you excel at something, you get progressively more respect, love, friendships, invitations to join things.

It's a bit warm, isn't it? I know it's way too warm somewhere. It's cooler here now, but may be warm later.

Hello there.