was just investigating/amused by the blog of jonathan grubb who sat next to me on the sofa at fray cafe. we didn't say much to each other, it was too noisy and i had just been pissed off by one paul d smith who had bounced up to us shouting questions and declaring that he was drunk - not a good way to introduce yourself to an introvert in a room full of strangers.
really it would have been a good idea to have investigated all the people one was going to run into so that one had something to say and a better impression of them. rather like greenbelt, where you find out what you've missed by reading the programme afterwards. also like greenbelt, i suspect that if you go every year the problem goes away, or it ceases to be your problem.
y'know it's sad to be leaving town just as i know and am known. the barista at little city knew what i wanted this morning. the breakfast came with extra fruit. this is the kind of city where you can become a regular quite easily. it doesn't seem to happen in london, except for the wrong reasons like there's nowhere else to go. we don't have time to hang out. there are too many places to hang out in. there are too many people passing through. unless you meet deliberately you don't see your friends even though you all live in the same part of town.
of course it would help immensely if places in london had free wifi. because then you could actually do things. i notice that people use their phones a lot less here, but laptops a lot more - maybe one is compensating for the other. people are networking by whatever means - but the laptop & wifi allows you to do a wider range of things. and less obtrusively. i haven't heard a single loud mobile phone conversation here. people aren't walking down the street yap-yap-yap tap-tap-tap.
last night: fray cafe - open mic, tell a true personal story in 5 minutes. the live version of the long-running site . trouble is, site is better than live. something to do with editing. also the proceedings were rather dominated by a bunch of people who all knew each other/were famous to each other. bit like church events. but some of the stuff was good. daniel wasn't going to speak. then when we'd seen the first three he put his name down. sadly the event ran out of time just when his was the next name on the list.
keeping austin weird... the people passing dressed for a toga party. nobody knows why. the guy that just came in the cafe with the silliest hair - zoot suit, spiv moustache and slicked-back hair tied up in two big girly bunches. i've seen much silly hair but this simple gesture somehow beats them all. the average looking guy with the bushy beard and the red minidress. nobody acts surprised. declaring a place weird acts as a licence/neutraliser, like a party or festival. just don't try weirdness outside those containers.
the happy bullets last night. enjoyed it, bought the cd. 60s-inspired indie pop. they make a great racket for five people. above, daniel photographs/worships the happy bullets.
am waiting for the video footage off my phone to show up in my mailbox. i find phone messages to email tend to get lost at random.
dan hughes joined us for the evening, a pleasure to see him again.
bar camp in the afternoon. couldn't think of enough tags to write on my pass at the door. emerging church and architecture, but i didn't want to be limited to those. i had to go and look at my 'about' page to remember what i'm interested in. my blog is external memory. a mcluhanite extension of self.