infovore is a year old. I know this because it disappeared off the face of the earth this morning. I’d forgotten to pay my hosting fees, mainly because the reminders went to a now defunct email account. No email, no site, no nothing.

And no backups, either.

Given I had the hangover from hell, this was not a good way to begin a Sunday morning. But it wasn’t forever: as you can now see, we’re back on the air, with a license to broadcast for another whole year. And maybe more. This time, there’ll be backups, too. Let’s look at the whole thing as a learning experience.

To put it mildly: the last six weeks have been quite hectic.

Five weeks last Friday, I was out at the theatre with a friend, and had my mobile phone on silent. I got out at half ten, and as we headed into town for some beers, I listened to my answerphone. And I’d been offered a job – one that I’d known might have been a possibility, but wasn’t holding out for.

And it began on the following Monday at 9am. In London.

I was shellshocked, to say the least. Slightly dazed, we headed into town for aforementioned beers and ended up dancing to the Smiths. Which as far as I’m concerned, is a good night. On the Sunday, I packed some bags, and went to stay with some friends who I cannot thank enough.

Fast forward six weeks from that first day. It’s May Day. I’m employed. I now live in London, in a very lovely flat that I managed to find surprisingly quick. I’m settled in; a routine is beginning to emerge. I’m tired at night, but stuff gets done, and I live a pleasant life. During my time at university, I made a fair few friends in the city, and I’m so glad to have them nearby now. Six weeks ago, I was unemployed and living at home. To be honest, I had been for a while. And I wasn’t sure where I was going to end up, or if I’d ever get a job, or anything. Not one of my best times. Hit its nadir pretty much the week before The Job.

And now I’m here. And, with any luck, it’ll never be like that again. Something’s been started, and I feel it’ll be very good. Which is why, even though like Tom I’m prone to putting off all my grand plans – a talk at NotCon, the novel, the album, various articles – I’ll still probably get around to them some time. Sometimes, just being here is enough.

It’s a horrid wet bank holiday here, so what better to do than a little bit of template munging? Finally got up off my backside and did what I’ve been planning on doing for a long while. The content in the right-hand column is now all entirely generated by Moveable Type; it’s no longer in the template. This makes it far easier for me to up the linklist (long in need of doing), and edit the Colophon and About sections. It’s also probably a slightly better use of available technology, and has given me a brief burst of satisfaction. Which is always nice. Next thing to look into, probably: RSS for the linklog. I’ve got RSS for the main blog, as the “about” box top-right will tell you. In case you hadn’t noticed.

Wot larx I’m having, now that I’m hatched into the world of Breedster. Cutting to the chase of foaf-social-networking-doodads with its basic fornicate/ingest/excrete framework is a stroke of genius; you occasionally bump into people on the grid, but it’s not like you interact properly or anything. You just eat the other person’s dung. Partly satirical of the Friendster craze, it also in many ways suceeds in replicating real-world social dynamics far better than many of its equivalents: you want to hang out with the people you’ll breed best with. Or who shit the kind of things you like to eat. For your information, I eat blue, I poo red – so I’m not part of the dreaded Green conspiracy

I tell you, this is better than Orkut anyday.

This week I had to take a trip to Ikea Croydon (like Croydon, only Swedish)to buy a sofa. Pretty mundane, really. But on the way I got to use the Tramlink service, that runs from Wimbledon to Croydon, and stumbled across a rather interesting piece of UI design.

Ticket machines in London are funny beasts; the simplest (Tube quick ticket machines/bus ticket machines) require a single button press to choose a ticket. There used to be those huge matrix-of-buttons Tube ones, but they’ve now been replaced with touch screens. Touch screens are all over the place on the railways. And the railway quick ticket machines require far too many different coloured buttons to qualify as “entirely easy to use” (at first glance, anyhow).

Tramlink ticket machines are great. They’re quite chunky, and need to be weatherproof. The screen is encased in metal, and initially I thought it was a touchpad. Oh no. Really, it’s a giant, weatherproof, iPod.

Bottom left of screen is a metallic cancel button. Bottom right is a large (2.5″ diameter) rubber wheel, with a metal button in the middle of it. You turn the wheel to select things on screen, hit the center button to select. It’s weatherproof, it’s durable, it’s easy to maintain, and doesn’t lead to the whole “hitting the wrong thing” problem that touchscreens have. Sure, it’s entirely cobbled from an iPod, but it’s interesting to see that piece of consumer design reinterpreted on a more industrial level.

That’s the wheel in the bottom right.

Things might be even quieter than usual around here for a while. Moving. Will let you know how it goes.

The demise of Hypercard from Apple’s support pages has not gone unnoticed, it seems; it made Slashdot, and Dan Hill reminisced about his experiences with it during his degree.

I too have fond memories of Hypercard. My school, unusually, had a computer room full of Macs (the first five Mac Pluses being supplanted with Classics, the odd LC, and by the time I left the senior school, iMacs left right and centre. We still ran the junior school server from a Mac Plus with 40mb hard disk in 1995…). As such, Hypercard came on everything. Some of the smart older kids started investigating it. Many had been exposed to Hypercard without knowing it; the popular edutainment game Manhole was basically a Hypercard stack. And so, for the geeks who spent their lunch break in the IT room, Hypercard proved to be a most interesting diversion.

The really interesting bit was the scripting – the way that it was quite easy to turn a flick book of cards into a real program, using a scripting language very similar to real English. This was pretty easy for eleven and twelve year olds to get the hang of. One guy produced a really superb – I mean it – point and click adventure; it had stylish graphics, subtle use of scripting for puzzles and some stylish scripted animation. I was never that inventive, and to be honest, I was about ten when I was really fiddling with it, but I still came up with some interesting things. I produced a rudimentary notepad/database. Rudimentary is the operative word: it consisted of a scrolling text field. I think you could create new pages with text fields in and flick between them; you could definitely print by clicking on a button that ran a little bit of Applescript. Basic; almost useless. Still, I was only ten and it was very satisfying to produce something that had the impression of usefulness. It combined a lot of things, too – a little bit of UI design, a little bit of scripting. I was far more successful in Hypercard than I’d ever been in QBasic. My last project, I believe, was an elaboration of the basic textfield notepad; it was to be a PDA called PDQ, with notepad, database, perhaps even a calculator. Basic, maybe, but I was dreaming.

Hypercard made it easy for people to realise dreams; you didn’t even have to be able to script to come up with some moderately functional stacks. The fact it was free with every Mac was a wonderful bonus. I only ever used it at school, and dearly hoped for a PC equivalent. I believe there might have been one, but it didn’t have the same feel as squinting at the little Classic screen and trying to get flickbook animation to work.

Much to my own disappointment, I was never much of a programmer. I tried so hard; I can do algebraic stuff, use programs as little scripting languages to calculate things, and can even pseudocode simple algorithms, but I don’t think like a programmer. I haven’t tried in a while, to be honest; markup’s more my kind of scene, anyhow. Every time I settled down with my book on learning C, I got so far and then hit a brick wall. Perhaps I was too young, but even BASIC floored me some days. I may never program – not properly, anyhow – but Hypercard gave me and many others the chance to write useful stacks and programs with disconcerting ease, and gave us, for a few scant minutes and hours, the sensation of really being a programmer – of creating something digitally. I now get that joy from the web, and am getting back into programming through my love of markup. I wouldn’t be surprised if trying to align buttons neatly in Hypercard has anything to do with this.

Lots of things to think about. Most consuming amounts of my brainpower inordinate to their scale. Some involve money, some involve a b0rken mail server.

But whilst I drop by to delete some comment-spam, allow me to share a delightful quotation from a work colleague on poring over a supposedly in-depth UBB based message board:

“The worst part of it is… these people think they’re thinking”.

A delightfully apt summary of an all-too common phenomenon.

And then: whoosh. Someone hit the fast forward button. News is: I am employed. Monday, London. Here I come. Hiatus over; everything’s going to be happening quite fast from now on. I’m very happy; I’m very lucky. Was quite glad to be out last night at home; a close friend, some beers, some old acquaintances. And remembering that even when you don’t want to dance, This Charming Man will force you to do so. Great fun.

So yeah: bright lights, big city, busy days, here we come. Very pleased to be moving forwards. Let’s see where this will go. infovore likely to undergo a slight renaissance – I’ve been slowly waking up for the past week. As my inboard brain gets back in gear, so will the outboard.

I’m happy, if you didn’t notice.

I appear to be stuck inside a large hiatus cloud. Lots of things are waiting to happen, lots of things are just around the corner, lots of things could happen if i got up off my arse. But just when I nearly get around to something happenning… I hold back. In case something else happens in the meantime. Having had a fantastic month of full motion picture, things happening, things progressing, the picture of me developing, it feels like a pause button’s been hit.

So: not making a lot of progress. Doing better, slowly. The usual: declutting. Working on projects. Hunting for jobs. Repeating, ad infinitum.

I hope the play button gets hit again sometime soon.