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The writing’s on the path. (clicky)Justin had a mini USB dongle, which is apparently mac compatible, going spare. TJ has been looking for one for ages, so met J after work at the Bankside gallery to grab it. He’d invited me to a private showing of some very cool stuff (Redwire did their rather sexy website )-- decided to walk it along the South Bank as it was a pretty day. Arrived with time to spare, found J, grabbed dongle and then wandered about looking at pretty things. See my photoblog for piccies. Was offered wine, declined and went for OJ — Justin enquired as to why I didn’t have wine and I told him, can’t believe I’ve not seen him in that long...

Wandered to St Paul’s after Gallery fun. Was dark and beautiful. I can always feel the power and grandeur more when it’s dark. It was lovely, like bathing in honey. Or some other shite cliché. Bus home, realised I’d walked about 1/3 of the distance home by walking to Bankside, must walk the full distance some time.

Tried hard to get the lovely dongly thing to work on TJs mac but to no avail. Also upgraded Slackware on my PC (Pixel – named after The Cat Who Walks Through Walls) and downloaded 2.6.16.5 and slackware-latest. Left it all doing things overnight.

The dongle works on the Mac, however the driver utils are fucking awful (*uncheck* “radio on” to turn the radio on?) and it wouldn’t connect. Am going to see if anyone’s ported wlantools to OSX – then I’ll amaze and astound TJ by making it work from the command line.

Late to bed, woke up at 6:30 again. New kernel (installed). Tried compiling the beta of th rt2x00 driver for my wifi card — it failed. Downloaded a CVS version from 4 days ago and was shocked to see it work fine. Upgraded the Nvidia driver too. Shiny. Going to see if interdev runs under wine.

Last night and today I’ve had a strong feeling that something’s coming. I feel like a surfer, poised, ready to hit the wave. Something good. Something positive. Time will tell...

The writing’s on the path

Lost,

You turn away,

Not sure where,

Not sure how,

Direction and purpose,

Lost

Still you travel,

But you don’t see it,

Still you grow,

But into what.

Stagnation kills you,

Pushing them away,

Because it’s simpler,

To be alone

The writing on the path

Under your feet

Your head in the clouds

You never see

The writing on the path

Down by the earth

Down on the level

Down, the natural state.

The writing on the path

Makes the world a wonder

See it through the eyes

Of a child once more.

Expect nothing

And be contantly surprised

Or expect the world

And be constantly dismayed

The rest is up to you

Random Thought: nummy treats

Last modified: Monday, February 16th, 2026 at 5:34pm

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