These pages were last updated on:
07, March, 2007.

Thanks for calling in on www.davidstead.com. As it says on the wrapper, this is the online journal of an oddity: Me!

So, you're sat there thinking: 'What is this all about then?'

And so am I!

I don't know if this is a mid-life crisis thing (I was forty on August 29, 2003). It could be a deep, spiritual or religious thing; a facet of my madness and delusions. Or, maybe it's just pure exhibitionism on my part. I've been involved in the concept and design of many Internet based projects over the last six years or so. The idea of having my own personal Internet space has been simmering in the back of my mind right from the start. But I never really knew what I wanted to say, or why I wanted to say it. I still don't, but have decided that if I don't start somewhere it'll never get off the ground. And that would be something I'd regret in years to come.

Thinking about it: I guess this journal is an attempt to create an informal environment in which all of the different personalities, characters and people who have, for the last forty years, been impersonating, standing-in for, masquerading as and pretending to be me can finally meet over a cup of cyber-coffee and a digital cigarette that won't harm anyone's lungs.

If the previous paragraph sounded a little odd... Well, as Jim Morrison once said: "It's the strangest life I know." I have experienced my own life, for the greater part, as a surreal and chaotic dream in which I am merely an observer. On occasion, when I peer hard and long into the obscurity, I am teased and memorized by fleeting glimpses of a beautiful, multi-dimensional network whose connections seamlessly unify the disparate strands of my life. I am trying to recapture a dream I once had. A dream of me (October 21, 2003).

I'll now step aside for a while, to allow one of my facets, Ms Bad Head Day, to say a few words about the sort of stuff you are going to experience on these pages, and where to find it.

I've tried to make the design of these pages as user-friendly as possible. The menu to the left of each page will quickly transport you to where you want to go. Unfortunately, since I don't know what I'm going to post, or where I'm going to put it: I guess the best way of navigating around these pages is to adopt the same strategy as most people apply to life itself. Simply lurch around blindly until you stumble into something interesting.

This is very much an ongoing project. If you find pages under construction please bookmark the page and return soon. Contact me with your comments and suggestion.

The '2000s' icon (right) will transport you directly to my Journal, where you will also find links to the related 'dated' (1960s, 70s, 80s and 90s) material. These pages, not surprisingly, contain a potted history, outlining the chronological evolution, and scope of the various pieces that have been me.
The Links section (right) contains images and ideas culled from some of the more unusual Internet projects I've been involved with. With these is a selection of 'other' web-sites that I feel (for whatever reasons) are worthy of a mention.
Or, choose a catagory to browse from the selection presented below.

Thinks: George Orwell once offered 'Thought-crime' as the root of all crime. I do believe this to be true. But where does a thought end and an actual event begin? This section peers into the darker facets of my relationship with good and evil and probes the moral and ethical rules I invent to justify my emotions, actions, thoughts and mode of living.

People: In this box you will find images and profiles of my family; friends; lovers; colleagues, and enemies. People who have inspired, annoyed, or simply bewildered me are herded here. This cabinet also holds personnel files and ongoing record of each of the individual facets and fragment personalities who together, form the composite labelled:
'David Leslie Stead'.

Spooky: My genuine belief is: Due to a clerical error, the 'soul' or 'essence' of the human, David Stead, was incorrectly dispatched, and integrated into the physical shell of an alien life-form, in an unknown (to me) part of some galaxy. I know this because I am the 'soul' or 'essence' of the alien entity; still stuck in this body; on this planet and awaiting rescue. Here are my reasons for adopting this unusual belief-system.