| Thursday, January 30, 2003 |
 | Christ! Snow - a blizzard of snow, whirling outside the window. My feet chill in empathy. God, I hope it settles. I want to see London in the snow again - tracked remnants gleaming in the night from the reflected light of the illuminated Tate Modern. Lovely stuff. It will also make the wretched cold of the last few days worthwhile...I'd catch snowflakes on my tongue, but I suspect London snow in the mouth is a bad idea.
Meanwhile, travelling to Elephant, just like the bad old days, and most especially after the derailment on the Central Line, reminded me of Geoff Ryman's classic 253, one of the most successful hypertext books I've encountered so far, and briefly flavour of the month a couple of years ago. The dictum that in cyberspace people become places is a massively important one, I think. People also become text, which is perhaps more significant if less extraordinary. I have a program called Fantamirror which turns images into ASCII art. I imagine that I will probably uninstall it when next I need to springclean without ever using it, but the idea of it I rather like. Making the metaphor concrete, so to speak.
The snow's stopped. But on another weblog it's still falling.
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