I need to blog more. I need to write more, but I also need to release more and this is the best place I have for doing that. I caught myself giving someone feedback on their work which was really an expression of my frustration with not feeling productive myself. It's not enough to apologise to that person, I need to change my behaviour too – and that just means typing more often into a text box.
I've got a lot of London this week. I went to Hard Art today, I'm going to a thing in Hackney tomorrow evening and staying over because I'm opening space for a client on Thursday morning. I'm getting used now to remembering that I don't live there. I can't just get a bus home from the West End. In an ideal world I'd have a club where we could stay over when needed, but I don't think I'm there yet. I like being able to get out of town at the end of the day and walk up the hill from the station.
I've started walking early in the morning instead of running. It's better for my hips and knees, but also easier to do every day. A forty minute stroll around the town gets me a solid 5,000 steps before breakfast.
At Hard Art we worked with Katy Rubin on Legislative Theatre. As someone who started out as an actor, worked in public service for ten years trying to make things better for citizens and now makes things with people, for people, out of people, it was a lovely way to pull everything together. There was a lot to take in, but we sprinted through it with just enough depth to get how powerful a process it can be.
There I feel better about today now, having written about it just a little bit.
We did it again on Friday morning. Sorry if you wanted to come but didn’t see a reminder.
It seems (to me) to be working, whatever it is and whatever it’s supposed to be for. I realised today for the first time explicitly that what I’m doing with the Friday “Living Culture Coffee Mornings” is most like calling an open space session to talk about “What are we doing to regrow a living culture?” And that my personal position is one of curiosity about that question and a willingness to engage in conversation about it, while doing it, rather than me thinking I have all the answers or that anyone else can come with all the answers. That’s always been true, and may have been obvious to everyone other than me, it’s just that I haven’t formulated it as explicitly as that before.
The things I remember talking about were secrets (in the sense of secret handshakes etc), wanting people to know that you exist but also wanting some level of exclusivity to avoid the bland, surface-level interaction of some open groups; the desire to be be part of a gang but not wanting to be part of any gang that would have me as a member; we touched on what happened recently when the Metropolitan Police broke into a Central London Quaker Meeting House and how outrage was felt and expressed by people who wouldn’t normally have any interest in places of worship; and how to do all of this in the context of a world where we’re all (potentially) connected online but recognise that connection online has its limits and that coming up against those limits is frustrating.
But there were six other people there, who will have different perspectives.
Related: a facebook post in the Open Space Technology group suggesting that this description of the making of “Another Green World” implies that Eno works in Open Space.
All this to say: it’s working, I’m finding out what I’m trying to do, we’ll do it again on Friday 6th June.
I was going to write something on Facebook, but Nick was a blogger and so this belongs here.
I heard this afternoon that my dear friend Nick Booth died yesterday after a fall at the weekend. It’s not right. It shouldn’t be like this. We ought to have been celebrating his 60th birthday next month. We should have continued to intermittently tramp around bits of South Birmingham together as we got older and older. We should have sat in odd cafés and nattered and sniggered and laughed our socks off at our respective ridiculousness.
Nick got me, in a way that few people truly do. Maybe it was being Brummie boys of a certain age. Maybe it was our shared love of seeing people do things for themselves and each other in community. Or maybe it was just because he listened better than anyone else I know. As a natural-born journalist, he listened and he didn’t forget.
At first it was the power of podcasting that drew us together. I have David Wilcox and Simon Baddeley to thank for separately suggesting we might have common interests, but it would have been hard for us to avoid each other in those early days. We were both most at home in loose, unconference-y spaces and we connected through our dark but gleeful, sixth-form humour with a dash of self-deprecation.
I think Nick’s most generous gift to the world was Social Media Surgeries – they had just the right balance of ease and informality together with a desire to get shit done and really help people who were helping others and embodied the Podnosh company values of “Think, Make Things Better and Give a Fuck!”
We attended the G20 in 2009 together, swooning under the Obama-fever but mostly just wandering around laughing at how bonkers it all was and we were for even being there.
I also had the privilege of working directly with Nick (and the late John Popham) on the Nominet Trust’s “Our Digital Planet” project – luring people into portakabins and generally being “the ice-cream man of the internet”.
But mostly we enjoyed the ambient awareness of each other’s lives that came with blogging and being on Twitter. When we were fortunate enough to be in the same neck of the woods, we got to hang out and snigger at things it would be inappropriate to list here, even if one of us hadn’t just died. I had a look through our various private messages and there’s not much in there except lots of “I love you”.
I did love him and I already miss him desperately.
This was just sitting waiting to be published for almost 55 years. Those who’ve heard my more recent (ie since 2004) podcasting will recognise the roots of my presenting style. As far as I can tell, it was recorded on the same day as the picture was taken.
Script assistance by “Mummy”. Sound Engineer: “Daddy”.
Special thanks to Mrs Kimberly for straightening my tie and my hair.
I’m on the train to London and trying out Wordland on my iPad. All seems good. The editor box is left-aligned rather than centred, but I can live with that – maybe it’s an update that I haven’t noticed because I haven’t logged out on my desktop machine yet 🙂
I’m doing another round of the Living Culture Coffee Mornings aka “Tuttle Soup for the Soul” this morning. It’s good practice in noticing and putting aside my feelings about it, remembering that I have no idea who’s going to be there and what is going to happen. I do know that the appeal ruling from the Walney 16 is being delivered at 10am over the road at the RCOJ and that means there’ll probably be some different people around who might or might not want to sit and chat. But otherwise it’s basically “Tuttle as usual” – it could be 20 people, it could be 2.
At least the sun’s shining. I’ve come out without a coat for the first time so far this year.
Ugh, the end of last week and the weekend were wiped out by norovirus. No more details necessary.
I think there’s a long-running series that will emerge here called “I’m not retired but…” because although I’m still doing lots of interesting work, I also have started taking my Audit Commission pension which doesn’t even pay all the bills, but takes some of the pressure off. Yesterday’s nice bonus was that I got to take a four-hour lunch with some old college pals. Much hugging and chortling in between the stories of “the things my agent put me up for, love!”
Before I started feeling queasy last week, I worked on a quick demo of “Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee” (Irving Berlin). There’s a political statement in there somewhere… Apart from anything else, I do think it’s ridiculous that the song is still not out of copyright (in the US or the UK) despite being published in 1932.
The two historical references in the lyric are to John D. Rockefeller and Herbert Hoover. Hoover was president at the time of the Wall Street Crash and in 1932 trying and failing to create economic recovery, particularly by scapegoating and deporting Mexicans. Rockefeller was in the last few years of his life, but the equivalent at least in wealth terms of Musk today. He owned 1.5% of US GDP, a benchmark that stood until Musk surpassed at the end of last year. Still, a fun song to play around with.
And suddenly, we’re almost at another Living Culture Coffee Morning. Come and have a natter on Friday if you’re in London. I think the talk, as everywhere else will end up being about the current situations and circumstances in which we find ourselves [gestures at… all… that…]
When I was a kid, you'd see people who lived with paralysis or muscle-weakness as a result of contracting polio. The vaccine was first introduced in the UK in the mid-fifties and by the time I was born, at the end of 1964, we were all getting it on sugar cubes. So when I asked my mom what was wrong with that man's legs, she could explain and be reassuring that such a thing couldn't happen to me and my siblings.
I did get measles, though, and mumps. Both were very unpleasant, but, for me, not disabling. And by the time my kids were born there were vaccines for these and much else. The most serious thing I remember them having was chicken pox.
This is what I thought progress looked like. I didn't get polio, my kids didn't get measles. But now that certainty seems to be fading.
What I like about Wordland
I think the most striking thing for me is that it's a tool for writing on the internet, but it makes few assumptions about how you're going to write or how you will structure your writing.
When blogging software was finding its feet, I think many people accepted too quickly the idea that it was a form of citizen journalism. It's great for citizen journalism, some of my best blogging friends are citizen journalists. but that's not the only thing that a blog can be. And so the editing tools and the kinds of metadata they encourage seem to have focused on supporting people who were writing "articles" assuming that an article would look a lot like the kind of thing you saw in newspapers and magazines.
I wasn't that interested in being a journalist or particularly bothered about how the whole thing looked. I just wanted to write stuff on the web, be able to point other people to it and be able to find it again some time later when I'd forgotten what I'd said.
It's similar to the thing that's happened to podcasting, which converged to the mean – to interviews and thought pieces and (again, that word) journalism – that is, to formats that already existed in talk-radio.
And to me, twitter was just a place to play with what you could do in 140 characters – of course you couldn't do anything serious with that constraint. Yes I got frustrated by that format, and seduced into thinking that it ought to be serious or that it could replace my other writing, but I was more irritated by the way that following people became an industry in itself and how people would then tell me I was doing it wrong (if I wanted the results that they wanted but hadn't bothered wondering whether I wanted them too).
Anyway.
The WordPress writing interface is full of stuff that's supposed to be useful, but is actually distracting to me. It may be useful if you want certain results, but if the results you want are to write stuff on the web so that other people can see it and you can link to it from anywhere else, then I can do without categories and themes and fancy block-types and automatic sharing on social and stats and search engine optimization (if that is still even a thing) and focus on what I want to say and how to say it.
I should say what this Wordland thing is that I'm talking about. It's a very simple browser-based editor that can post to any wordpress.com site or "self-hosted sites that have the Jetpack plugin installed with the JSON API module setting true (the default)." You log in with your WordPress credentials and start writing. The way I've used it so far is to start with some notes in a daily post, which I publish when I feel OK about it and update if and when I need to. But you can just write a piece with (or without) a title or however you want to do it.
From the first few days of using it, the only enhancements that I'd like to have are ways of making easier things that I like to be able to do:
to be able to add a podcast (audio file) to a post with the same ease as adding a picture. Something that asks me for a file, puts it in the media library and gives me back a link that will show up as a player on my site.
a way of adding anchors to certain parts of the post. I've done this manually today with the heading of the previous section, but I'd like a button that just inserts the code for "this is a part of the post that I want to be able to point to"
I can continue to do these things manually with no worry. And given what I said in the previous section about feature-creep assuming that all users want the same thing, if they're just me being weird and others don't need them, then I can live without them.
Another day, another new app. Today I saw that Flashes is available in the iOS app store. It is supposed to be to Bluesky what Insta is to Threads, kind of. But it doesn't have a separate timeline – so if I post a picture with the app using my main bsky account all of my existing followers will see it, but it will also show up in the app's firehose timelines.
I tried setting up a new account just for pics, which is what they recommend, but I need to get my head around what I really want from this. There are a few "first day in the app store" things that need fixing. It feels much better for where I am now with it to sign in with my main and post from there – but just for completists my alt is here
I found it satisfying to write my blog with Wordland yesterday and here I am again today.
Watching films in a cinema is different from anything else. you’re not forced to stay, but you’ve made a commitment. You can’t press pause but I also don’t find myself wanting to. And the screen is huge and dominating. The sound cuts out most other noises too. It draws you in completely, when it works. I do not have this experience with streaming movies on TV – I can’t imagine sitting for two hours solid watching the same thing at home.
I've been three times so far this year. The Bob Dylan thing, the new Mike Leigh and the latest Captain America. I heard myself at the end of last year complaining that we "only have an Odeon and that's in Guildford" but realised I was just being snobbish and needed to lower my expectations. Turns out even the Odeon shows stuff I like and most of the time it's nice and quiet (not at half-term when they're showing Bridget Jones though).
Dipping a toe into the Wordland water. It's warmer than expected.
The first thing I notice is nothing to do with the product itself, rather how ugly and cluttered my WordPress template has become. It's one of those things you don't like to think about too much.
I made it less cluttered, but it still feels off. Perhaps not surprisingly since the theme is called Twenty-Fourteen…
How do pics look?
OK
It's good to release
I'm thinking about the word "release" as it's used to describe publishing some work. Probably driven by working on a new release on metalabel and I'm struck by the feeling of relief that goes with it, which doesn't apply to "publish" or (ugh!) "submit". It points to a need in me to let go of my ideas more.
A lot of artefacts are sitting around my studio and in my head and body that I don't need to hang onto any more and it strikes me that I'm also not ready to release them yet or rather that I have an uptight feeling about the idea of releasing them, a bit like dropping your child off at nursery for the first time. The things that are sticking around all have ideas attached to them and that means that it's not as simple as just throwing them away, however old they are, the ideas need to be put in a place where they'll be safe and OK without me. This post is not just about "content" is it?
I think the thing that's niggling me is about why we release. I'm prone to wanting to release in order to get some (positive) reaction to my work. It's interesting to apply that to children and claim that the reason I want my children to go to school, or, as now, to be out in the world as independent adults is so that I can get some positive reaction to my work as a father. Heh! That hit deep. I mean, of course I like it when people tell me how great my kids are but that's not the reason for having them or for letting them go.
Another Living Culture Coffee Morning is happening on Friday March 7th from 10am till midday (follow the link for details and registration). I'm still using luma for registration even though I had feedback that one person didn't want to click on the link because the short URL looked "a bit spammy" – you can't please all the people all of the time.
Dear friends, here we are again. Another long but short but ordinary but weird week.
Quote of the week
“Any jackass can kick a barn down. But it takes a carpenter to build one” – Sam Rayburn
Doodle of the week
What’s on my mind
Heartbeats
The group I was part of at Hard Art this week were thinking about creating sustainable ritual using biofeedback. That’s a fancy way of saying we thought up some ways of using our own heartbeats as the basis for connecting with each other. That’s still sounds a bit fancy, doesn’t it? Sorry, that’s Hard Art.
It led me down a little rabbit hole of working out how to record the sound of one’s own heartbeat. Turns out, that of course there’s an app (or two) for that. But they’re a bit closed and enshittified for my liking, So I used the technique they suggest with the voice recorder apps I already have. The instruction for iPhones is to start recording and then press the mic end (the bottom bit that plugs in) against the left hand bit of your collar bone (maybe check first that you can locate your pulse there with your finger). And that’s it. I used the Rode voice recorder and the iOS Voice Memo app and I preferred the sound on Voice Memo. Your mileage may vary.
Anyway, my heartbeat is probably faster than yours because of my ADHD meds, but here‘s a little snippet, if it doesn’t feel too intimate to listen.
Reinventing Campfires
They (citation needed) say that every day in Silicon Valley, some tech bro reinvents the city bus (only more complicated). In the intersection of arts, tech and spirit that I bumble around in, it’s more like “every day someone trying to be helpful reinvents the campfire (only more complicated)” – and often that “someone” is me – this is more of a reminder to self, rather than an admonition to anyone else.
Connected is something Liz described to me on Monday as “getting distracted by the artefacts” – which no doubt is elaborated on at length somewhere in the wisdom literature, if only I could be bothered to read. It’s a bit like cargo cults, but it’s also about focusing on the material rather than the ineffable. Think harder, Davis.
What audit isn’t
In the 1990s and early 2000s I worked for a now dead organisation called the Audit Commission. I was never an auditor, but I worked with auditors, I knew auditors, I would even go so far as to say that some of my best friends at the time were auditors. So I know audit when I see it. And the idea that Elon Musk and his Teen Justice League are performing some sort of audit of government systems and spending is as laughable to me as trying to suggest he was just making a warm gesture to show how his heart was going out to people.
What I’ve watched
Finished “Rise of the Nazis” – the last section is about them hiding (sometimes in plain sight) after the war and how quickly the focus switched to Communism being the enemy, with people like Klaus Barbie recruited by intelligence services, but also what compromises had to be made in order to keep basic institutions going. Left a bad taste in my mouth.
Followed up with “Mr Turner” as a consequence – a marvellous work all round.
We’re just about half-way through “Little Dorrit” – still weird and getting weirder in parts. Eddie Marsan has grown on me.
I don’t think I watched the latest episode of Prime Target, which says something.
What I’m reading
I’ve been combing through old blog posts about Tuttle both in preparation for the first Coffee Morning and the re-release of the Annual Report from 2009. I’ve said before that I’m working on an annotated version of that report for release on metalabel, but I thought I’d do a kind of dry run first with the original document to introduce it to those people who may have been in primary school the first time round.
What I’m listening to
O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack Chopin Nocturnes Wednesday morning I was inexplicably driven to play The Beatles’ “I’ll Get You” while making my breakfast.
Where I’ve been
I went into London for Hard Art on Monday and I’m in again on Friday (today!) for the first Coffee Morning (it was good, but I’ll write more next week). I’m getting a hankering for going further afield, but I think that’s driven mainly by wanting more daylight – sunrise 07:30 and sunset at 17:00 is still too short, even if it’s going in the right direction.
What I’m tracking
Feline wanderings. I’m experimenting with having an airtag on the cat’s collar – she went out for the first time on Sunday lunchtime and didn’t come back until Tuesday. She was probably in our garden or the neighbours but it felt like a good excuse to buy silly tech even if it’s pretty useless.
What I’m playing
Rocket Racing (up to Gold III) with occasional forays into Fortnite OG. I’ve also revived my early morning Sudoku habit. Oh and last week I introduced best daughter to Rummikub. She beat me soundly of course.
What is this?
It’s my newly refurbished (dare I say “weekly”?) newsletter thingy. This is the last time that I’m going to publish it jointly via Perfect Path and Substack, I disagree strongly with the opinions on freedom of speech from the leadership at Substack and while WordPress is, well… WordPress, I will feel more comfortable publishing from my own domain only. It’ll still come to your mailbox, but I’ll do a note to those of you who are reading via Substack to explain what I intend to do and how it will affect you, before I hit send on next week’s epistle.
What’s in the works
“Spirituals” is not even a working title, just a description of some songs that I’m recording. At the moment this is kind of George Lewis meets Patsy Cline by way of “Oh Brother Where Art Thou?” – this week’s progress included reviving my Reaper set up from back-up and mucking about with harmonies.
“Why can’t we just have old twitter?” is an essay that I’ve been writing for far too long and it shows. Mainly because new stuff keeps happening in that area. A further complication was the release of Tapestry (iOS only) – which looks pretty, but is read-only, so a kind of glorified RSS reader.
Tuttle Club metalabel – I’ve released the first (and to date, only) Annual Report from 2009 in all it’s original glory. I’m still working on a newly-annotated version – a kind of “director’s cut” if you can say such a thing about a 17-page PDF.
How to talk to me (or perhaps comment on my stuff)
If I do the thing formerly known as “tweeting” it goes on my micro.blog and syndicated from there to BlueskyMastodon and Threads but I don’t feel great about it. If I take pictures that I want in public they go on Flickr but I still put stuff on Instagram too. My blog is where it’s always been with a kind of backup of all the things on tumblr That should be enough.
I'm the founder of the Tuttle Club and fascinated by organisation. I enjoy making social art and building communities.