Beans

    So I have actually managed to grow FOOD. Not a lot of food it has to be said. But it's food none-the-less.

    I also managed to keep a chil...

    Signed in Curve and Shape


    You are around us and through us,
    Wrapped within mortar and written in stone.
    You are signed in curve and shape,
    Gracing w...

    A Picture of Me

    Well, it's not very often that I like a photo of me. Here's one Ed Merritt took on our recent trip to a Washington law firm. We were doing...

    Impress.js

    Basically I'm very impressed. Impress.js is a free library that basically recreates Prezi in a javascript library.

    It takes things even further though, as it has a Z dimension so can zoom your audience around in 3D. You can created an entire presentation in a single HTML page, style things, play video, show images and link to other sites.

    Destination. A tiny short story

    The wind rushed through Sarah’s hair, a fiery halo of auburn tentacles. Her breath was gone, the blast of air forcing itself into her mouth and lungs, pushing away any sound she cared to try and utter. The cold spread from fingertips to toes, to her heart as it struggled to determine the current tempo of the situation. The adrenaline rush wasn’t adding to the nausea now, but was providing unexpected calm around and through her.

    There was no time to dwell on such physical trivialities right now, this was a time for inner reflection, a moment of spiritual redemption. Time was short. Thoughts of her father, his strong arms around her and kind words kissing her brow flooded her mind. Her mother too, strong and determined, pushing her ever forwards. She so wished for her daughter to be greater than she’d ever felt the right or need to be. They had loved her. They had not deserved all she had committed against them these twenty two years.