This site has gone through a major face lift today, and still has a lot of nip and tucking to go. The focus of the site is also going to be shifting away from myself personally, in order to give real, checked, and useful information to the user.

Guy Taylor as a person is once again defining who he is, with luck and work this blog, will act as a mirror to the insight he gains in the world, insights based on how we interacts together as a species.

f(x).{Guy.Taylor[xsyn]} is a blog about culture.

For the second time, my lack of scholarly discipline has come back to haunt me, the initial break was when I was looking at Visa's to get into certain countries. Due to my lack of tertiary education it just becomes so much more difficult, however more importantly, I've been trying to get through "Introduction to the Theory of Games" which is crucial to my life (at least in my mind), which requires advanced calculus, somehow I'm going to have to give myself 3 years worth of mathematical education.

1) I find it easier to start projects than to finish them.
2) By splitting attention, I may get so distracted I never come back to the same place.

An example of the second is that in a few of the previous posts I've was trying to get across a tale of psychosis through sleep deprivation, my experience, the doctor's vibe, going into and coming out of.

I realise that blogging is meant to be an art of discipline, as any form of writing I guess. You sit down at a particular time each day, and ramble on the content, context and thoughts that brought you through it. Making clear indications to other individuals that they may find useful. Well... I say sod it. I'm conceited enough to think that anybody is even reading this rubbish, I should be conceited enough to believe that what I type is what they want to read. Right?

Wake up: 06h00
Nagging dog wants to go outside, he's been coded to have a set pattern, so it's only fair that we let him have it. I was only a visitor/handler anyway. It was a slow morning, one where the haze of the world sat just millimeters from your face and introspection was so much easier, the low thud of of you voice looping into itself like an oborus cello.
I went through to the Telementals, which chuckled laughed, and I went home, exhausted. I slept from 18h00 till about 22h00. Awake, so awake that nothing I did could get me to sleep. For the next 2 days.

Wake:05h45 - Nagging dog
Monday was productive, almost Patrick Bateman productive, the smell of chainsaw charred flesh. I had got multiple things ticked off my task-list, international companies had been called, new potential clients set up, flirted happily over the web...You know, Monday. It also ended up rather late, I got sucked into a meaningless existential conversation, which by rights I should have seen that pattern quicker, a more dire trap was trying to convince a family member that he should chat to us in order to put his logistics system web-wide so that his clients can handle their tracking, resourcing and JITD systems better.
Bed:03h30

Our live's are meshed storie, threads of intereaction resonating in and out of pitch with each other, woven through intereaction, swith interact again with new resonance, loop. Please god let that be the reason that there is a bloody loom in "Wanted". The point is that we have stories, adn we can only have stories when we interact, at least this was my reasoning until a few nights ago, I have no iea how many, the days blend and meld. Over the next few days I will take you through the story of interactions of me. Your mind is a circular vortex, spinning, spinning.

Telamenta, my web tool company, has just got our business cards made. They're incredibly pretty actually. As much as I'd like to sit and brag about how pretty they are, it would serve little puporse other than bragging about how pretty they are.

The bit that I like the most is I managed to convince our designer to add [xsyn] after my name. It acts almost like a unique hash. As much as I like my the identifier my parental units gave my, it's really not that useful in a global society in which a large chunk of them are English chunk-heads which called their kids "Guy". As such I give to you my self-totemed handle: xsyn.

It's so much easier to google.