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[Part of this post was written on Monday, right before our internet connection at home became possessed and we've been living with its temperamental whims all week. It seems fine now.]

I've just come back from a short weekend trip over to NL to celebrate my parents' 35th wedding anniversary (happy anniversary mum and dad!), which was a blast. We had a cycle tour round Amsterdam (which none of us know very well, we're not from there. Please don't ask me next time you see me. Yes I am from NL. No I'm not from Amsterdam. And hardly know anything about it. Which is why we took a guided tour.). Had a lovely dinner, hung out, celebrated. Life is very good!

On my way out I picked up a copy of Monocle magazine (hat tip to mr NW who brought it to my attention), which although ultra-yuppie-hipper-than-thou, something which I don't think I am at all, I liked a lot. Find out more here [link via the excellent Putting People First].

On a Grolsch update: they're going to do some cool stuff at the Lowlands Festival this summer. They're kitting out some festival-goers with an RFID armtag, and there will be camera crews roaming around. If you, the one wearing the armband, feel like being filmed, you hail them, they scan your band and they shoot whatever's happening. The whole thing will then be uploaded to a website. If you can read Dutch, read all about it here.

[now back to Friday night again, this is some original content written on the day that I'm posting this]
Wow, what a week it's been. With goodbyes, reunions. dinners, Proms (last night, very good) and of course work it's been packed. Something no one warned me about, and I should've known this but hadn't realized: a lot of people are saying goodbye because they'll be moving elsewhere to work. And I'm the worst at saying goodbye. Ever. Dunno why, but I hate them. I'm not good at them, I don't like 'em. That's not true. I stink at them. My own and even more so other people's.

I've been trying to think about what to say about my job (assuming some of you, and I'm pointing at you Rogier, might be curious). I haven't talked to my bosses about the blog, so I won't mention any names. However, I feel comfortable saying that I'm working for a branding and design consultancy, a small and entrepreneurial one (just the way I like my employers) with cool offices south of the river close to both here (where I saw this today) and here and doing some amazingly good work (well, I would say that, wouldn't I ;- ehm, I didn't mean that I do amazingly good work, but the company does). And I'm really liking it. It's exactly what I had dreamed of doing post MBA. And of course being a good design company, they have Macs, so my office laptop is a nice and shiny 17inch Powerbook.

Photo at the top taken on my way home from work, curiously enough in the same location as this one. Southwark is a bit of a weird neighbourhood ;-)

Comments

[karlitos]

Hi Miss N,

I also liked last Monocle, especially its articles about livable cities. However, ask yourself about impartiality: just check who are the biggest advertisers in that issue!

I will still give it a chance and buy the next issue though. I liked the tone, although as you say, it's not possible to be hippier!

[Hairtwirler]

I'm jealous! I used to spend hours at Borough market during the weekend.

[rabsteen]

the best description i've heard of it so far is the economist for hipsters.