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Late night #Flickr #Greasemonkey hacking. Refactoring to allow copy to clipboard in #Firefox3. Being sneaky.
| premasagar Awesome bike ride. To the end of the undercliff path, around the olde village of Rottingdean, back through the marina and home once again. |
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| premasagar Cycling out east, into uncharted territory... |
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| premasagar Day 2 of Dharmafly's trial working from The Werks, a collaborative workspace in Hove. Going nicely so far. http://thewerks.org.uk |
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| premasagar A progressive day. But oh, so totally wiped. Homeward bound. L:Brighton, UK |
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| premasagar Meditation retreat over. Family reunion done. Now back on the beat... |
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| premasagar And the week draws to an end. So many stories left untweeted... What a precious time. Such a priceless group. |
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| premasagar Tonight, a sharing circle of stories of mystical experiences. Beautiful. |
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| premasagar 3 hours of #kiirtan (mantra singing)... Spine tingling |
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| premasagar Helping out on the "1 Week Intensive" meditation retreat. Day 4: Fasting |
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| premasagar In a workshop on "How To Access Spiritual Ecstasy & Social Consciousness". |
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| premasagar Ah, the sunny climes of L:Combe Martin, UK |
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| premasagar Heading for my connection... Reading about #neo-humanism... Ready for the long drive west. |
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| premasagar Oh, Twitter. My apologies for neglecting you of late. Yes, of course I still care about you. Really, I do. |
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| premasagar Piecing together a proposal for the UK Catalyst Awards / http://ukcatalystawards.com #touchypeely |
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| premasagar Drinking gallons of orange juice... |
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| premasagar Heading up from Brighton to @media... Ah, it seems like an age since last year. #atmedia08 |
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| premasagar Been visiting Grandma Lily - 98 years old and going strong. L:Hendon, London, UK |
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| premasagar Picking evil, little, scaly creatures from a beloved succulent. A bit like the Ohmu invasion from "Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind". |
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| premasagar Been re-potting the plants. All those fuzzy, succulent roots just itching to get themselves buried under all that fresh soil. Mmmm... |
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