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I have been thinking about moving this weblog onto a subdomain. Something like blog.hystereo, and the front page turned over to a directory of what I am working on, and the photographs perhaps somewhe...

An untitled post once again befalls me.Where do I see myself in a couple of years? Where work fills my time...and it fills nearly all of it now...I find myself taking an unplanned holiday. The officia...

Here I am at this page again, and again I can’t make myself stay. The reasons are nothing new. What I keep having to remind myself of is the more embarrassing fact underneath them: that I need somet...

It was a grey February afternoon, the kind where the light drains out of everything before three o’clock, when I first noticed something was wrong with me. I couldn’t focus. The office smelled of ...

There are a couple of more changes that I’ve made in the past few days that significantly changes the look of how the site feels. I’ve opted more or less for a less snappier feel so that it vibes ...

My morning forty-five is usually a time for quiet, though I keep an audiobook running to occupy the background. Today, I revisited the complete edition of World War Z by Max Brooks. For anyone who app...

I stumbled onto my old Last.fm profile the other day, and wow—the whiplash. It sent me straight back to being twenty-something, living in a small room at my parents’ house, pretending to be an adu...

In the unhurried days of my youth, when mobile technology was only just beginning to dictate the rhythm of our lives, I had the privilege of growing up in a home steeped in books. My parents would oft...