Hello 2011

Well, another year has come to pass, another relationship has dwindled;
and so it's only appropriate for me to return here to where it all began, the Blog shall be re-born!

Yes quite, well after that rather overdone sentence, let's get back to it, and firstly, some context:

So those of you who have been following my Blog for a long time will note that once again it has followed the pattern of this, then this, then this. As for the former two I think we can all agree that it's all rather disgusting and most of you have been there before (and to those which haven't I would ask you to read this). The latter most 'this' is interesting for two reasons:

1. It is incorrect. Observant readers will have noticed that I have posted several Blogs consisting of pictures with limited or no text.
   I don't really like doing this, insomuch¹ as whilst I can look back on these pictures will great insight or amusement, they are entirely without significance to most readers, and I'd suggest that is not considered good practice.
   So I feel I owe you an apology for that.
   But let's be honest, I posted them because I was still getting off on the fact that:
1. I discovered that you can E-mail in a Blog;
2. I now now have a phone from which one can easily send E-mails.


2. There seems to be something intrinsic to my being in a relationship which results in a Blog hiatus. I'd like to think that this is because it is impossible to put into words the enchantment one feels in the bounds of love, although the computer scientist in me concludes this isn't a bad effort.
   But hell to it: I've had a few beers, and I don't really want to commit to spending the rest of my professional and academic life niggling over details; so I'll just accept that it's hard to be introspective when there's something occupying your mind.

In any case, Claire, the subject of my affection in this once-again-short-lived-tryst is departing in mere hours to Texas, to pursue enlightenment in the study of the human biology; a cause which I take my hat off to.
And as if only to affirm my suspicion that our paths will cross again, she delivered unto me a trojan horse of a gift: A book detailing 101 Things to do before you die, clearly the gauntlet has been laid.
Also I should note that Claire took the time to write a message in the front of the book. In the last year I have come across several books with messages hand written in them, and several more books which describe such a thing; and I think that it is a good thing which more people should engage in. Presently I feel there's little more heartfelt in this world than the gift of a book.

Amidst the frenetic emotions of the last six months I've also solidified my love of what I suppose could be deemed contemporary classical, a canonical example for me being this album.

And so that leads me to this rather delightful quotation on music, attributed to Samuel Johnson:

"It is the only sensual pleasure without vice."

And a link to this album, which I shall leave here as a youthful reminder (for only two people, and in a capacity which I shall spare you) that even men who should establish such works as A Dictionary of the English Language can make gravely inaccurate observations.

I'll cautiously suggest that is all the contextualisation² which needs to take place.
I'm still working at Codies, I just realised that I somehow managed not to Blog about the fact that my first game went to All Formats number 1, but you know I wouldn't want to brag.

We're now just out of the festive period, and I must confess that a couple of videos, which really should form part of this tome of my life, have been primarily uploaded to facebook.
I should really check if it will import videos embedded into this Blog, because that seems (to the purist in me) the 'correct' way.

¹ I know! It's really a word! It still cracks me up!
² Now, contextualisation, that's a word.