errata of life

after the summer-time street party, a mid-winter gathering at the edible bus stop. again, i’m rather wowed - and warmed and woozy with mulled wine and special soup from the bus stop’s last harvest.

even better: cake was a central feature. mmm.

my street barricaded itself off this morning and had a party. which is to say, some people got on the community tip, got something started, and something much bigger than that happened. i’m rather wowed.

spring, countryside, birds of prey circling the old church. aaaah.

first christmas in years to be enjoyed purely as such: no work, deadline, flight, something hanging over it. and doubly refreshing to be back in childhood christmas welsh valley covered in snow. ever an irony though: actually slightly less deep than in london, if better preserved. no toboggan, then.

note to self: nomatter how early you start a project to make january engagement to christmas time wedding time cards, it will still be hit or miss whether they’re ready before christmas. final score: wedding date unconfirmed itself largely rendering the whole thing moot. grrr.

which all adds up to being able to design and tweak in-situ, on-site. useful when curved surfaces are involved, and most welcome when on-site is in sardinia.

turned out, it wasn’t so far off the price of getting a vinyl sticker cut as buying the just-on-the-market hobbyist cutter machine itself. having the means of production: so much better. having the means of production so compact, you can fit it with the laptop as hand luggage? crazy times. especially when in the security queue at the airport you realise its basically a knife blade surrounded by electronics… not that they did, thankfully.

this is the view out the back of cardiff central station. in its own way, you couldn’t better it. the beer’s good too.

to cardiff for a day of meetings. intrigued by the architecture of the senedd when it opened and having an open return, ducked off from the station for an explore. the senedd is really quite a building - not so big or imposing, but amazing that you really can go in and watch the business of the assembly happen around you. and hearing a debate about broadband in rural areas unfold with members switching between welsh and english does drive the point home somewhat. although i suspect it would fall apart without the UN-style translators and earpieces.

the waterfront development as a whole doesn’t hang together so well, but this facade of the millenium centre is great, and i can imagine how impressive it must look lit from a bustling inside after dark. also good for funfair-mirror-esque self portraits.