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  1. The Balka piece in the Turbine Hall, if it's meant to be an experience, just doesn't work. I'm nostalgic for the previous installation.
  2. And we're finally off to see the new Turbine Hall thingy.
  3. Tuna fish and Michel Faber as brunch.
  4. watching spirals of white softly flow
  5. How a tiny design flaw can create "unpredictably baroque systems" (and thousands of IT jobs) along the way http://bit.ly/7wvej3
  6. Researching stuff on YouTube. I get so sentimental around 3am it's scary.
  7. FUGUE (working title) is now at 1st assembly! Celebratory drinks tomorrow @NFTSFilmTV
  8. Swissair tops the "Special thanks" list for the film I'm working on now, for letting me carry 48kg of luggage and charging nothing.
  9. @tamoneki Kladim se da više milja odradim godišnje nego ti frikvent flajeri. A manje ugljen-dioksida pumpam u atmosferu ;-)
  10. Stashing: where the ultra-rich meet the ultra-poor ;-)
  11. I've got mine in about 4 different places around London. Does that count?
  12. I just realized there's this thing that frequent flyers call stashing: keeping your clothes at major hubs for convenience.
  13. Today we lost a character and two subplots.
  14. that last bit was @ftrain back in full swing on the Weekly Review http://bit.ly/7N7dlq
  15. "Amis promised that his new novel would anger feminists, and the English town of Cockermouth was recovering from huge floods."
  16. They think big in Nevada http://vimeo.com/5155076 (via @berglondon)
  17. Holding out for Dubai not to crash now. Ideal crash time for me would be around May 2010, please.
  18. And rocky shores, yes.
  19. So down with cold I keep thinking about trees.
  20. Shooting log completed: 122 printed pages. If it was set in Argentina, this could easily have been an Ernesto Sabato novel.