Born on State Highway 1

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to have a drink with a few bloggers I wouldn’t normally meet – David Farrar of Kiwiblog, Peter Cresswell of Not PC, and Annie Woolf of Annie Fox! We spent an enjoyable evening out back of Galbraith’s, drank beer, ate seafood and discussed various thises and thatses.

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Aren’t blogs more fun when they have cryptic-crossword clues for post titles?

Which reminds me. This is a post on a blog. It is not a blog. I hate it when people say they posted a blog. It is one of many things that I hate. Britannia High is another. Also all Montagues.

Fuck those guys.

In reply to those who mailed curious about my new employment, I’m technically self-employed and contracted to a small creative company. I say creative company, and I mean marketing company, and I say creative company. Anyway, it’s the most curious job in the world in that it somehow uses every goddam skill I’ve ever acquired – and I’ve acquired a disparate collection of skills.

So, yes, it’s good. The crossover period between jobs means working 15-hour days, thus the lack of sleep, thus the lack of posts this week. My new laptop won’t be in till early next week, at which point I can make sweet love to your Google Readers during the days again.

Meanwhile, check out Critical Theory and Critical Theorists.