Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
daniel pink ... fascinating animated run through some counter-intuitive discoveries about what motivates workers and innovators
link provided by lucy at "being of sound mind"
i suppose that, from having spent a part of my childhood amongst people with a welsh way of speaking and thinking, i must have become both sensitized and de-sensitized to some aspects of welshness
consequently i was neither dismayed by the people i encountered last week, nor downhearted by the dilapidation of the towns
indeed, i found myself thinking how much fun it might be to live in a nice little terrace with welsh neighbours on either side ...
tom jones on the one side, perhaps, and catherine zeta-jones on the other !
Sunday, May 20, 2012
i hadn't realized that the cortex is only three to four millimetres thick !
... and if you're already up to speed with cognitive science and with philosophy then you might enjoy a long interview on a lot of subjects and ideas that he's done quite recently for edge
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The first night that the monster lurched
Out of the forest on all fours
He saw its shadow in his dream
Circle the house, as though it searched
For one it loved or hated. Claws
On gravel and a rabbit's scream
ripped the fabric of his dream.
Waking between dark and dawn
And sodden sheets. His reason quelled
The shadow and the nightmare sound.
The second night it crossed the lawn
A brute voice in the darkness yelled.
He struggled up, woke raving, found
His wallflowers trampled to the ground.
When rook wings beckoned the shadows back
He took his rifle down, and stood
All night against the leaded glass.
The moon ticked round. He saw the black
Elm-skeletons in the doomsday wood.
The sailing and the failing stars
And red coals dropping between bars.
The third night such a putrid breath
Fouled, flared his nostrils, that he turned,
Turned, but could not lift, his head.
A coverlet as thick as death
Oppressed him: he crawled out: discerned
Across the door his watchdog, dead.
"Build a trap," the neighbours said.
All that day he built his trap
With metal jaws and a spring as thick
As the neck of a man. One touch
Triggered the hanging teeth: jump, snap,
And lightning guillotined the stick
Thrust in its throat. With gun and torch
He set his engine in the porch.
The fourth night in their beds appalled
His neighbors heard the hunting roar
Mount, mount to an exultant shriek.
At daybreak timidly they called
His name, climbed through the splintered door
And found him sprawling in the wreck,
Naked...with a severed neck.
~ Jon Stallworthy
Saturday, May 12, 2012
the blessèd tom denny at malvern priory ... i haven't been there yet, these pics from flickr are by Aidan McRae Thomson
there is an article about tom denny with an interview by ann wroe, the author of that wonderful book about orpheus ...