Laos

A couple of weeks ago Kelly and I took a week-long trip to Laos. Why Laos? Well, we’d never been before, and it seemed to be a place which avoided the touristy aspect of travelling in Asia. Also, Kelly’s cousin-in-law is from Laos, and her cooking is feckin’ awesome! I won’t bore you (and me) with an exhaustive...

KL Storms

One of the things I’ll miss the most when I return to Oz will be the storms. I know, I know, I still have at least another 12 months in KL. As far as storms are concerned, I’ve only 12 months left. The storms here are legendary, if not for their full-on-ness™, for their frequency (more or less every day), and regularity...

On the hand

Recently, our good friend Milia[1. Aka Xystros the Cypriat.] casually told Kelly and I that we were “on the hand”. So casually did she say this in fact, that she continued to talk about other things as if nothing out of the ordinary had been said. However, I cannot let a new phrase slide, especially when it sounds like...

Feeding your clients salmon

Zeldman lays it out: I’ve trained my cats to think they’re in charge, and to think they exact a tribute of two breakfasts from me each morning. Initially I feed them each half a small can of salmon. The white cat finishes first, and scratches at the cabinets for more. As if in response, I feed them each a half can of whitefish, exactly...

Webstock 2011

I’ve been kicking back in Wellington New Zealand this past week. Why? Webstock, a web design and development conference. Instead of writing the obligatory summary of the week in a boring, chronological manner, I’m doing it as an infographic, or an infotextual. The whole article will be its own kind of ‘scale’...

A call to all men

I believe when at a public urinal, all men should pee loudly. Why? Peeing loudly helps me (and others I’m sure) overcome the uncanny, subconscious, and uncontrollable anxiety that my pee obviously feels when it refuses to come out when other men are standing next to me. I think it’s the silence. You and I are in the public...

The worst kind of user?

In another experience with a “bad” website design (by my standards) I struggled to find the “Contact” information for a company – I looked for something big, something in the footer, something on the right hand side, all in frustration. It only took my “non-web” friend a glance to spot that the Contact link was actually near the...

The Information

If television produced the global village, the Internet produces the global psyche: everyone keyed in like a neuron, so that to the eyes of a watching Martian we are really part of a single planetary brain. Interesting read:The Information, How the Internet gets inside us.