It was eight years ago today that I made my first blog post. This is what I wrote:
"May Day 2002. The International Workers' Day. Strange concept really, strange celebration. Makes me think of tanks rolling through Moscow on parade, on black and white television, as a child. My grandfather telling me how he had never spent a day unemployed.
An email from a friend earlier today tells me how he was Fed-exed his notice of redundancy. Another casualty of an old economy having drunken sex with new technologies. Unprotected.
From indymedia UK I learn that the cyclists of critical mass are out across the city. From my window on the borders of east london, the sun is streaming through clearer than any media."
There's loads that could be said to mark this anniversary of "notes from somewhere bizarre". About the changes that have happened online, offline and in all the liminal spaces the 21st Century has introduced. Across the intricate interconnectedness of being in this first decade of a novel, accelerated time.
But the industrial ice in my organic gin & supermarket-branded tonic is melting fast. So I'll just post a pretty protest photo instead.
May 01, 2010 | 08:24 PM | Permalink