That end-of-year thing where it’s not making resolutions, as such, but working out what next year should look like. After more than a year mostly spent at home for various reasons — and it’s been a pleasant year, despite the Miscellaneous Neurological Event and the Mutant Flu - I have the term “partial continuous nomadism” in my head today. I want to be on planes and trains with the laptop and the notebook. I don’t know how a body can crave velocity and stillness at the same time, but today I want to be continuously flung to places where I can put my feet up and watch new parts of the world go by. This might just be incipient pre-senility. I have a friend staying at a favourite hotel in LA today, and I’d like nothing more than to be at that bar, buying her whisky and unpacking the world under a sun that isn’t dead like the one over England today.

Less romantically, I think I’m going to have to set up a WordPress instance as a logging site, because withKnown isn’t going to get the autoposting connections I need and doing it through Tumblr is suboptimal in so many ways (and sooner or later Yahoo’s going to sell it off, and everyone who was posting original content there will find years of public net art in sudden jeopardy).

Just let me live through this horrible month of Xmas bullshit so I can launch myself into 2016 surrounded by my mobile virtual hermit cave, please.