Out of the way

Sometimes I write a couple of posts a week. Especially when I was writing reviews of books I read I did this. Actually, I didn't change my rhythm of reading, I just stopped posting about the books.

And when I go to events I often try to write a blog post or two. Sometimes, like at iCamp, I am basically offline for the event so I don't get to write anything. Sometimes I am flat out and don't have the time to write anything. And sometimes I simply don't want to write - like when I had a short holiday, with various family members visiting, this month.

I might write about the books I read (recently: Terry Pratchett's "Small Gods", which I enjoyed as expected, a book on the siege of Leningrad and its effect on the people in the city, T.H.White's "The Once and Future King", a book about a norwegian resistance member/spy, Melvyn Bragg's "12 books that changed the world", and a couple of others).

I should try to write about iCamp and Nevacamp, and Russia in general. (Summary, they are BarCamps but much more focused on investment, marketing, and management than other barcamps I have been to). I will write about Opera Unite, because it is interesting, although it is still an experimental-phase technology.

But I'm probably not going to write much about the family visiting, or being at home. In part because it's my private life, and other people's private life. In part because it isn't always interesting - "we walked along the road and it was hot" might not be the most fascinating narrative. So if I do it, then it will probably be more like my own reflections and impressions than any very clear account of what happened. Which is pretty much the way this blog goes, so I guess that's OK.