Term one, year two. Also: gloves.
Then term one, year two vanished, bewilderingly; me not having blogged fully on Berlin five months ago or Northumberland four.
Since that time I’ve learnt two-three programming languages, taken over a thousand photos, built a pseudotablet from a Dell Inspiron 1100 and dried all my clothes using string. I no longer use Qwerty or Fedora and I’ve taken several levels in JavaScript badass. I cooked a roast dinner and some chickeny-bacony-tomatoey kebab things.
There’s snow outside, but it’s not the good kind of snow. Or even the usual, slushy, gritty, muddy bad kind. It’s frozen and frosty and slippy and powdery and entirely unsuitable for snowballs. The pond outside maths is frozen several inches thick and feels like floor.
I’m getting JavaScript withdrawal symptoms: finishing a small project in two days then having nothing to do isn’t good for the soul. I’m not used to finishing things; it never happens.
Also: gloves.
153 Ways That Things Can Go Wrong and Then Awesomely Right, or Inventive Solutions to Problems That Don't Exist
