As a product of the British public school system—albeit very much a misshape, in the owning-it sense of what has always been my favourite Pulp song1—the phrase “founder’s day” still conjures for me the bleak prospect of a long day in May that would involve an extended assembly, complete with speeches and prize-givings, plus maybe some sporting contests, and almost certainly some sort of parade around the grounds.
(Honestly, it’s a wonder I’m not more fucked up than I actually am.)
Anyway, now I am an actual Man Ov Bizniz, “founder’s day” can instead refer to the day on which my ownership of Magrathea Futures AB was formally registered by the authorities—and that day would be the seventh of August. So: happy founder’s day, wot?
Got a new essay up at Worldbuilding Agency this afternoon. You’re all subbed up over there, right? Free tier, paid tier, whatever works for you? Because the email-newsletter option on this website will be cut off before the end of the year—which means that if you want my writing to be turning up in your email inbox (as opposed to in your RSS feedbin), then that’s where you wanna be plugging yourself in.
26°C here in Malmö today, with a sky like faded denim. That my apartment gets very little direct sun is a thing much lamented in the depths of winter… but at this time of year, it’s a mercy when there’s work to do.
Which there is.
- I’m sure El Jarvo would have some thoughts on a public schoolboy identifying with that song, though perhaps not so much as with “Common People”. But what can I say? Alienation is its own tribe… and I still remember an era when it felt like all the aliens recognised that. ↩︎
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