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It was like a two-hour roller coaster ride. I ZOMG-d out loud nearly all the way. Way more intimate than I’d expected, and I’m not talking about the lady with the handkerchief. Hard to describe without spoilers – you need to go, it’s only booking til April 19th and go for tickets in the “floor” area near the “stage” (or the posh seats if you can stretch to that) for the full wind in your hair feeling.
Also, please can we not turn the Hippodrome into a casino? – it’s a great venue for this kind of theatre. I only wish we could still see elephants, horses, polar bears and a 100,000 gallon water tank!
Definitely the busiest tuttle so far – we had nearly 70 people signed up on the wiki and although they didn’t all make it, the numbers were swelled by many more who hadn’t said they’d come.
For the first time, for those who still have no idea what happens at a tuttle, I did what I’ve meant to do for ages, I wandered around with my recorder and captured reactions from some of the folk. Mike doesn’t like it being called podcasting, as you’ll hear, so welcome to Tuttle Radio.
This is also for those lovely Lawsons who are clearly pining for something tuttlish.
Realising that it’s 4 years since I first bumbled into podcasting, I’m overcome with a zealous need to return to the form.
So I got myself a new recorder (minidisk and linux no play nicely) and went for a walk.
Everything is easier these days except, well, y’know, finding something interesting to say.
I see, for example, that wordpress.com now provides a handy shortcode that displays a player:
but here’s a link to download if that’s the bag you’re into. And it should turn up in the RSS giving a surprise to those still subscribed through iTunes or some other podcatching mechanism….
beware of flying child puke and candy floss.
That was the title of the VRM shindig today. It was fun and interesting and stimulating.
I left ready to do something. I don’t think my coding teeth are strong enough to join in with that bit, but some more co-ordinated and detailed requirements analysis or user testing would suit me fine.
I did a bit where I pulled out my wallet and went through some of its contents. The loyalty cards and what not. Needs a bit more time to go through that in detail. I’d like to, because I think it’s got some legs. For example, the difference between the relationship implied by Caffe Nero’s bit of cardboard as opposed to Starbucks’s pre-payment card. But not tonight.
My main point there was not well developed either, because it only really came to me as I was doing it – it was the empirical evidence of how engaged I am in managing my own personal data – I may say that I’m up for it, but my wallet actually tells a slightly different story.
Thanks to Adriana and Alec for their sterling organisational efforts and to my collaborators for lots of good thinking.
This morning in London.
Extraordinary? No.
Sad? Only if you think about it. About who she is, what she’s dreaming of, how she got there.
So, probably best not to think about it.
Walking past Elle on Wigmore Street, I actually looked in the window for once. Smack! went my gob. The turquoise crocodile skin shoes with matching belt combo hit me first, but I was equally shocked by the crazy bow ties and paisley silk jacket. Or how about that rainbow shirt?
Well Kat seems to like it. But don’t expect to see me strolling through Soho in clobber like this any time soon.
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