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Birds of a feather flock together
There are so many good things about SXSWi but the best thing for me – by a long way – was the people.
I know, it sounds a bit soft but I’ve come back feeling totally inspired and re-energised about The Web and what we do - and it’s all down to people and the non-stop, super-social whirlwind of South-by. It was relentless and provided a very welcome opportunity to trade up the online relationships formed in the preceding 12 months. Hundreds of Twitter avatars became real people. We got to know them a bit in real life. We played Foursquare with them – winning badges and tattoos. We chatted like loons, we ate chili-dogs and tacos, we drank quantities of Tequila, and we danced…for real, in meatspace, and it was good.
In the weeks before SXSW, I’d been reading Jonathan Zittrain’s book The Future of the The Internet about the slow strangling of the generative Web – it’s a great book, but a diet of misery supplemented with lots of blog posts about Continuous Partial Attention disorder and how our fragile biological brains are getting frazzled and can’t cope and stuff. All pretty gloomy stuff.
But then you go to South-by, and there’s nothing like the self-reinforcement of being sealed into an echo chamber with 14,000 geeks to make you feel better about things. I feel thoroughly awesomeized – it’s a rough, alchemical magic that lifts the soul. It’s heartening to see how much we prefer real to mediated. There’s no need to worry.
I take great joy in the brilliant network of people I work with and have met through Twitter and blogging, plus all of the friends they introduced, and the total randoms we crashed into along the way. That’s what I’m talking about.
I’m already missing the reality of my new friends. Thank you one and all.

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Time for tea
To celebrate the end of another packed, exciting week at MxM, we had tea and cake. Tim is an advocate of proper tea, made from leaves, in a pot; so I took this picture for him of a sketch I saw in Howies on Carnaby St.
For years, DIY was the bastion of the weekend jobbing dad. Men would buy tool belts, low-quality hand drills and set about putting up shelves, bleeding radiators or hanging pictures. And their bible was the Reader’s Digest Complete Do-it-yourself Manual. The appeal of DIY is really the time when you’re NOT doing DIY and you look at the thing you did and think “I did that, all by myself”. There’s immense pride in DIY. And the pride can be totally disproportionate to the effort you put in. You can bang a nail into your bathroom wall with a shoe and still feel pretty pleased with yourself when you look up at that 

