I’m a tree-climber, a lapsed philosopher, a world-watcher. I live in beautiful Oxfordshire, with my even beautifuller American wife, Megan. She says “tummay-dough”, I say “termar-toe”.
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I manage a couple of progressive online journals for a living, and also commission the occasional philosophy book. I spend a good half of every day developing Wiley-Blackwell’s journals in new and innovative ways. I am a social media tinkerer, Android evangelist, and WordPress Wonk.
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I committed Facebook suicide in early 2011 and I don’t regret it. Some days I plan to write a lengthy missive explaining my reasons and encouraging others to do the same. Other days, I think that might defeat the object since the point was to free up my time.
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I am one of those people who can really pull off a hat. By which I mean, put one on. I have at least five or six excellent quality hats. My advice to you is never to skimp where hats are concerned. A man cannot be happy in a cheap hat[i]
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I am a paid-up member of both the Tea Appreciation Society, and the Official Monster Raving Loony Party.
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My interests and passions are numerous. I like making things out of wood, hunting for treasure at boot sales, making my own sausages, growing my own veggies, weekend camping, and watching comfortingly predictable sci-fi on the tellybox.
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[i] Paraphrased from Greg Reynolds’ immortal “A man cannot be happy in cheap shoes.”
