Talking, teaching, documenting. Using mobile tools, consulting & running workshops on digital storytelling..
There’s 26 years of design and innovation between these two laptops. The Toshiba T1200, my first ever laptop (need I say on the bottom) and the latest 11″ Apple Macbook air on the top. Both still work, but I am finding that the Macbook air has a habit of needing a hard restart once in […]
DISCLAIMER: This is a simple procedure of dragging and dropping files to your origional Kindle Paperwhite while in USB mode. This is not a hack and does not require you to jailbreak your Kindle. That said, I take no responsibility for what may happen to your device in the unlikely event anything goes wrong. Recently […]
The PirateBox has come a long way since it’s inception in 2011 by David Darts. After reading about it’s existence I first got to interact with one at the Elevate Festival in Austria. I remember downloading a book by Cory Doctorow and uploading an Mp3 from a band I used to be in. It felt […]
I’m not much for editing audio. Those that know me and my workflow will see that for the last few years I have mainly used the classic Audioboo app. Recording straight into my phone with a standard mic windshield over one end. I subscribe to my own Audioboo podcast feed in iTunes to grab the […]
I first got to have a play with the Autographer in March 2013. listen to ‘Seeing the unseen with @Autographer’ on Audioboo I had previously heard of Oxfords Metrics Group and their earlier sense cam designed to assist Alzheimer sufferers, but on this occasion I was specifically there to see the prototype device destined to […]
What do I want with yet another cloud back-up and syncing service? Well free space for a start. Storage space for sharing my media, be it books, images, music and films etc. And then there is the ability to sync data across my apps and devices. My main workhorse is Dropbox but I get a little […]
I have been using the Solarmonkey Adventurer for around six months now. It normally sits in my office window charging and is often grabbed to take out with me to top up the battery on my iPhone 5 and iPad Mini. I have also been known to hang it in the window on a long haul flight […]
Up and out by 6:30am. Heading to the airport. Once out of Gaziantep the roads were empty. For the first time in a week I dipped into the feeds. The more I read the more the refugee crisis in Syria felt like a bad dream. On Twitter It seems everyone back home is going crazy […]
Since the early 90′s I have always carried some form of water purification when travelling. This stems from nearly dying of Amoebic Dysentery in India. Not long after that adventure I found myself responsible for 18 travellers and myself as I would tour around Lake Victoria in Africa. The route would take us from Kenya, […]
The future of Audioboo is uncertain. Like most online spaces. But Audioboo isn’t like most online spaces. This page of blurted sentiment and opinion will probably seem a bit much to some. Perhaps I’m over reacting because something I deeply care about is threatened. I first blogged about Audioboo four years ago, not long after it’s launch. I […]
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There is mystery in her gaze. I never know what she’s thinking. She’s two and a half going on thirteen. Funny, curious, chatty.
I have no recollection of that age. I once saw some over saturated cine film, shot on a Welsh farm. Dungarees peeled down, I was peeing on a beehive.
My first memory resides six months later at three years old.
There are few witnesses left to tell me about that time.
My daughter will to be able to look back at a trail of digital breadcrumbs. Audio, video, photos, text. She’ll certainly get a glimpse of who she was. But there will always be mystery.
Alan WattsAdvice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer.
Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon.
Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say.
Write like you’re a bird flying over us & can see everything, & please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves.
Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone.
Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
