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week 02 / 2025

The winter is deep and dark, and the forest is frightening—but we've fire on which to cook the quarry, and light by which to write the WEEKNOTES. This week, the hunt is begun once more, and the optimal forsworn.

dimensions of experience: a (very) preliminary theory of futuring

By considering futures as narratives, we open up the possibility of a comparative analysis of the many different modes (and media) of the practice of futuring. This unlocks in turn the further possibilities of collaboration, remix and critique, across and between those modes.

week 01 / 2025

I did not spend this week sat in a bosky grove, reading aloud a saucy missive to my BFF and a nosy goat... but, truth be told, it might have been better if I had? This week in WEEKNOTES, a well-known lesson is relearned the hard way, and darkness descends upon the academy.

week 52 / 2024

Wandering around the city graveyard, gloved hands deep in the pockets of your long, dark coat—old goths never die, they just start writing WEEKNOTES. This week, biology is hacked (and punked), and a gold-rush refused.

week 51 / 2024

Snoozing on a tree-branch, dreaming of tasty, crunchy mice—OK, so maybe the owl is not the shoo-in candidate for WEEKNOTES spirit-animal that I thought it might be. (That said, NO REGRETS!) This week, pods have been casted and loose ends tidied, and interiority is explored.

week 50 / 2024

Slaughtering a pig in the village high-street, making barbed asides about "AI" filler images—looks like WEEKNOTES are dealing with the shortest days of the year with the usual cheery bonhomie! This week, a psychopomp is performed, and the commons turn out to be less tragic than you've been told.

deliberate oxymorons: an interview with Bruce Sterling (part 1)

In the first part of this two-part interview, OG cyberpunk Bruce Sterling discusses the pursuit of deliberate oxymorons as a creative strategy, worldbuilding in the context of history and futurity, Berlusconi on the moon, and much, much more.

week 47 / 2024

Dunking a bog-brush into Putin's brain-pan, ranting about robots and Philip K Dick—sure, they *claim* it's WEEKNOTES, but that's just what they want you to think, maaaan! This week, renovation approaches completion, and slavery is a concretised metaphor.

week 46 / 2024

Elbow-deep in your wardrobe, shaking the silverfish out of your winter jackets and coats—turn up your collar and face the WEEKNOTES! This week, shops have been worked, and solarities speculated upon.

week 45 / 2024

Wandering the forest with a hatchet, carrying home a log poached from the royal game reserve—nay, forsooth, my liege, these were never your WEEKNOTES! This week, expectations were lowered, and thus overfulfilled.

week 44 / 2024

Facing the inevitable, like Don Corleone in a roomful of turn-coat lieutenants—certo non mi hai tradito per WEEKNOTES? This week, expectations are downrated, and essays are architecture.

week 43 / 2024

Walking home in the dark, racking up rejections like a sci-fi nerd at the high-school prom—be a lot cooler if it was WEEKNOTES, man! This week, it's all in bits, like a dropped vase.

week 42 / 2024

Peering at the concrete behind the tiles, hoping that the news isn't too bad—sorry, guv, looks like it's WEEKNOTES. This week, the energy management advice should probably have been read on Monday rather than on Friday.

week 41 / 2024

Showering five times a day in between reading magical-realist comic books of the late C20th—ay caramba, donde estamos con WEEKNOTES? This week, much kin has been made.