Got a henna tattoo at the weekend. It’s a geometric sun symbol, on my left upper arm. I’m deciding how I feel about tattoos and trying out various ideas before possibly getting the real thing.

I used to think it was something I’d never do; I was never that into self-decoration, and I couldn’t think of anything that would still be meaningful to me in twenty years.

And then I did. I’m considering getting the logo of the Weimar bauhaus as a tattoo. The bauhaus is a constant influence on me—from my web designs at work, to the choice of furniture in the living room. (I refuse to give up capital letters, though. You can thank me now.)

Being married is much like not being married, with a bit less insecurity. I’ve been trying it for a couple of years now, and I’d recommend it. Of course, you have to find the right person to try it with. I seem to have done exceptionally well on that score. I’m fairly sure there aren’t many couples who have lived together for over four years without having an argument. Or at least, not since Valium started getting all that bad press.

For our anniversary, Sara got me a huge bauhaus book. It’s the most comprehensive book about bauhaus I’ve ever seen. They all cover graphic design, architecture, product design and so on. It’s much rarer to find detailed information about bauhaus theater, social life, and Mazdaznan.