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Captured Shadows, Shimmering Cupcakes, and the Moon

I was back in England for only two months, and now I am no longer in that country. I am in Wales, house-hunting, and planning to start work on Thursday.
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It seems somehow glorious and amusing to watch the raindrops, after previously living in a city with years and years of drought.
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I went to the London Girl Geeks 4th Anniversary Dinner at Channel 4, and listened to speakers, such as Maggie Philbin (from Tomorrow's World) talk about technology as candy, and pink laptops, and then ate cupcakes that shimmered.
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I've strangely been logging onto Monochrome BBS a bit more than usual, after seeing a number of people I met there (when I was in England.) I realised I missed Mono meets.
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I watched Nick read a book on the Fourth Plinth, in Trafalgar Square, as part of Antony Gormley's One & Other. I felt voyeuristic watching a friend reading, much more so than if I had watched reality TV.
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I went to the Techniquest Science Discovery Centre in Wrexham last week, and my shadow was captured, temporarily. I also made DNA out of plastic beads, read about female astronomers, and played with the plasma ball.
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I saw Douglas Coupland in London last week, talking about typography. I am still not sure what my favourite font is though.
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I read Generation A and realised that it has been at least 15 years since I first read Generation X and my life is made up of more stories now than it was then. The stories don't always have the weirdest storylines and I wish more of them had happy endings, but they are there, I have stories to tell, I have had adventures. I should write about them one day.
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'There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.' - 2 Days in Paris
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I showed wintrmute, who I had last seen in Melbourne, around Eynsford, and we walked through a field that had recently been plowed, and it reminded me of the moon, as it was so grey. We hugged and it was then that I missed Melbourne. I still am amazed that the Dutch moon rock was fake.
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I've been reading about augmented reality (via City of Sound):
Soundwalk for Android phones and LEDs in contact lenses.

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I think I need to find more fonts I actually like (and can use). I keep trying to redesign my website and never actually decide upon what font I want to use.

'There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.' - 2 Days in Paris

that made me laugh, but it's kind of depressing too.

It reminded me a bit of Before Sunset where it goes:

'I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like...this! You know. People just have an affair, or even... entire relationships... They break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed a brand of cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person have... you know,
specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I haven't fully recovered. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because... It hurts too much! Even getting laid! I actually don't do that... I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things.

Maybe I'm crazy, but...When I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why... I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants, crossing the road... the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things.

I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each other, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. '

oh that's nicer than what it reminded me of, which is High Fidelity, but i guess i'm kind of in the mood where everything seems depressing lately:

"I know what's wrong with Laura. What's wrong with Laura is that I'll never see her for the first or second or third time again. I'll never spend two or three days in a sweat trying to remember what she looks like, never again will I get to a pub half an hour early to meet her, staring at the same article in a magazine and looking at my watch every thirsty seconds, never again will thinking about her set something off in me like 'Let's Get In On' sets something off in me. And sure, I love her and like her and have good conversations, nice sex and intense rows with her, and she looks after me and worries about me and arranges the Groucho for me, but what does all that count for when someone with bare arms, a nice smile and a pair of Doc Martens comes into the shop and says she wants to interview me? Nothing, that's what, but maybe it should count for a bit more."

Ah, I like that one, but yes, it is very depressing, as then I start thinking how great it would be to be meeting someone for the first/second/third time again, how things could somehow work out differently, but of course, it cannot happen.

But do you have a favourite letter?

Not currently. How about you?

Wow you have been all over the show and now you have landed in Wales of all places.
Well Wrexham is not that far from me so maybe a visit will be in order some time.

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