Showing posts with label Admin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Admin. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Until we release the Kraken


I was a little younger, and a lot hungrier the last time I shared a bit of the traffic in my head and in my life on Lique. A tonne of life has since happened and continues to happen. Where it’s all going is still exciting and somewhere I want to be. So I was taking stock and I realised I have built a platform. It’s all of two blogs, a sleeping Kraken (Monsieur Polk - Twitter, Insta, Tumblr, Pintrest... etc) two Blackberry apps (I know, I know, will remedy that), a website (dormant for now), a photo library (working on sharing that in a better way Tumblr/Pintrest - which?), an Issuu prototype publication (nope, not published so you can't see it), a network of people who's opinions I need to share, and a backlog of about 5 years of ish y'all need to know about... basically its a lot - the one missing ingredient was time.


All I am going to share for now is a moment shared on a bridge, sort of symbolic of my life right now #Bridges. So... until we release #TheKraken...


Thursday, August 11, 2011

I am back.


The times they have changed... as they do. Many broken promises and many missed deadlines later I have turned over a whole new forest of leaves and will now be broadcasting on this blog (...or another just like it!) like a Madlib metronome, regularly but irregularly. The backed up items will issue forth hopefully still relevant but still worth our collective attention. OK, mea culpa over lets whip this biyatch.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Let’s start at the beginning...


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Like one of those things we just have to have, because all our friends have one; or you saw a killer version; or what the hell, any one can do this thing, I had to jump on in. A lot less confusing then loosing my virginity (is it in yet?) and a lot more fun, my first Blog. Along the way it will become what it is... shameless self promotion, witty repartee (darn right!) shrewd observation and possibly gloating, ranting, celebrating and other yap, yap, yap. Let’s do this.

Monsieur Polk