I'm doing that thing again where I forget to blog aren't I? Sorry.
So a quick blog update. Mostly this last week or so I've been working on a(nother) site overhaul. Yes yes yes, I just did that, but that was in March and four months on I find that overhaul doesn't remotely represent me or what I'm doing work-wise. It's like I dipped my toe in the water, which was appropriate then... only now I'm swimming (not drowning) and the shot from the side of the pool doesn't cut it.
Plus (much as I do love Rapidweaver) the more code-ey I get, the less happy I am with the site's guts and structure as generated by Rapidweaver so end of this week (hopefully) it's all change again. But I'm not moving the blog this time so no need to change your bookmarks (those six of you worldwide who have me bookmarked) and I won't be calling on Liz (hi Liz) to move my LiveJournal syndication again.
Away from my personal/corporate navel gazing* work part II is progressing well - [gawr-juhs]
is picking up new and exciting clients, and getting lots of positive feedback on what we've done to date. If you're short of things to read we have a blog there too (equally hit and miss on the timings of updates, less rambling, more design focussed) and a bunch of other social medjuh bells and whistles all sitting at gawrjuhs.me
Away from work entirely life in Edinburgh rocks more than ever now I'm my own boss. We seem to have summer (however fleetingly) and it's wonderful to be able to decide I'm going to go for a walk in the sun mid afternoon, and work later instead of wistfully looking out of the window while I'm fulfilling "office hours" for no apparent reason other than to placate my boss and meet the terms of my contract. Best of all the work's fun
so when I get back from the walk in the sunshine I'm eager to get back to it.
Along with (unreliable) sunshine of course, the summer here in Edinburgh brings the Festival
. I have a splendid weekend of music events booked with my parents, and am making plans with my aunt for theatre... oddly no comedy as yet this year though I suspect that'll change... and I'm plotting to drag some brave friends along to the Laramie Project
at some point because I've wanted to see it for 11 years and been haunted by the topic ever since a face - which seemed eerily like my own at the time** - looked out at me from under a horrifying headline 13 years ago. Rest in peace Matthew Shepard
Before the Festival kicks off in earnest though there's the last pub quiz of the season to enjoy next Monday. Wish us luck!
* I am also doing some actual paid work you understand. Just I feel I might be in a position to do more if this place was less shabby
** Now of course there's no resemblance at all. I wish I could find the newspaper picture I saw back in '98 which hit me that way... chances are though that it was just a combination of early 20s egotism blended with overwhelming sorrow, shock, and basic human empathy.