{ 2001.12.15 } Hey Reader, fancy doing me a favour? I sent this email out today, and it's be good of you to help spread the word. Summary: Flatmate wanted for flatshare in Bethnal Green, London.

i find myself with an empty room in a flat in london to fill -- i'm moving out, my flatmates aren't, there's a spare room, long story -- and we need to find someone very soon. immediately, actually.. if you've got any friends who might be interested, could you ask around, spread the word a bit? would be *extremely* grateful. thanks!

estate agent bit coming up: Room available in converted biscuit factory precisely 90 seconds walk from Bethnal Green station (Central Line). Three bedroom modern flat, in secure block, with two friendly young males (accountants both, but don't hold that against them). full use of kitchen [count 'em: washing machine! microwave! dishwasher!], lounge, and bathroom with *exceptionally* good shower. 530ukp per month; available immediately.

a bit of backstory: i'm moving out of the flat because my girlfriend's moving up to london. so far so good! my current flatmates haven't been able to find anyone to move in, so there's an empty room -- and i'm liable for the rent. ah. so: here we are.

i'll buy you all beer sometime. i'll have a "people who helped matt" party in the new place. how does that sound, incentive enough?

{ 12.13 } Expanding on yesterday's post about the glorious reality, today is my Upsideclown: "I've got no time for that. Label an electron Love, and I'll talk to you. Point to where Tears are, in the fabric of Objective Reality, and maybe I'll give you the time of day. But until then: Enough of your What Ifs and check this out: here."

I hope you like it too. Cascades of life through history, the textured interwoven universe. Fresh today: Life. Enjoy.

{ 12.12 } Tomorrow, Thursday, I shall post on Upsideclown an article I have written. In fact, the best Upsideclown that has ever been written. Oh yes.

{ } Why even think about the nature of reality? That's just the syntax of the reality code. It's fixed. It's like air. We can't compare it to anything, can't even see it. But the environment, that's a different story. These conventions, these interactions, these things around us. Those foundations of our environment, our shared class library, that's what's interesting. That's where we can question the design, the method. All these objects, they all fit together: What would it mean to have something truly different, to still fit in reality but not make use of any of our reusable code?

And I've been thinking about history. This environment we're all building -- there's only one of it, and it's lasted as long as there's been humanity. This rug we weave. It's beautiful. It's all around us. I sit in a building older than I am! My life is textured by billions of humans and tens of thousands of years, at every moment. The age of things. The life we lead. The sounds, the city, the life. And here we are.

Hello.

{ 12.11 } Do you find yourself avoiding the use of underlines in Real Life because they look like hyperlinks? And how about underlined blue text (which I feel strangely compelled to click, even though links aren't blue in this design)?

{ 12.10 } Currently upset and annoyed about four, yes count them four things. I have not the fingernails that can cope with this.