certainty is nicer, but intelligent uncertainty has more potential than ideas which no longer fit the facts and have to be discarded
http://edge.org/conversation/rethinking-out-of-africa
http://www.nhm.ac.uk/research-curation/staff-directory/palaeontology/c-stringer/index.html
https://itg.beckman.illinois.edu/communications/iotw/2004-10-12/
... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
3BT on a bright snowy morning
Glimpsed in the front seats of an approaching car, two people are wagging the forefingers of their left hands and are shaking their heads from side to side in perfect synchrony, as if in some kind of dance. Each is laughing. Each has bright eyes and perfect teeth.
I disturb a rabbit who has been concealed beneath a bramble patch when I approach the gate of a field still carpeted with snow. He dashes away, white tail flashing and back feet sending up cloudy spurts of snow that glitter in the morning sunshine.
On the very top of a solitary sunlit tree, high above the snow filled valley of the River Uck, between Hadlow Down and Buxted, a single magpie and a huge old buzzard ( who is three times as large ) are sitting only four feet apart, silent in unruffled repose.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
i haven't seen my brother greg since his last birthday, about a year ago ...
but oh !, these cards of richard bawden's lino prints are far too pretty to part with ...
... so he'll have to make do with michael sowa's leaping pig ... when i can re-discover his current address
... i guess i must have bought a dozen of these over the years, so he'll be joining a sub-group of distinguished recipients, all of whom are held in deepest affection
... so he'll have to make do with michael sowa's leaping pig ... when i can re-discover his current address
... i guess i must have bought a dozen of these over the years, so he'll be joining a sub-group of distinguished recipients, all of whom are held in deepest affection
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
do you think the internet is harming my eyesight ?
Saturday, January 21, 2012
de mort, en passant ...
as i shuffle wearily from the workplace towards the bus stop, i walk along a rough and narrow pavement beside a very busy arterial road to the crossroad and am slowly overtaken by three highly polished stretch-limos, daimler limousines, each stuffed with well-groomed people, all of them expensively dressed in black ... it must have been a very smart funeral ... the convoy halts at the lights, one, two, three ... and there beside me, in the back seat of the very last car, a young man and woman, immaculately dressed for mourning, are snogging passionately
i googled "death and the maiden" after writing this and discovered this lovely image, which i have reproduced here without permission:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_C._Christensen
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
new truck, histrionic sunrise
before i took this picture, i had just been giggling with one of my favourite customers because one of our night workers must have had a spot of sleepy finger trouble and the chef's invoice was charging eight times the going rate for two kilos of cheddar slices
he and i speculated that the gods themselves must have milked a golden cow on the slopes of mount olympus
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
i shouldn' t smirk ...
the loved one and i travelled back from the big hospital in a comfy taxi and i have been promoted to part-time butler/male-nurse for the time being
she requests the use of her laptop so that she can wirelessly watch her favourite hospital saga, "holby city", using the bbc i-player
half way through the episode, ( which i cannot watch, mostly for reasons of snobbery mixed with delusions of cultural grandeur ), i hear her voice rising in a kind of panic ...
"no, no, no-o-o-oh !"
the television doctors are re-setting a dislocated shoulder, just like hers ... with realistically scrunchy sound effects
file under "gratuitous over-use of the credit card"
... arguably necessary as this book is stuffed with wonders
http://www.spectator.co.uk/columnists/all/3454556/and-another-thing.thtml
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
news of the screws
i was sitting besides a trolley in the accident and emergencies circus this afternoon when a prisoner with head injuries was wheeled in to the next bay
the prison officer who was keeping an eye on things and remained next to the trolley pulled out a packet of crisps and ate them noisily
then he swaggered over to the bin that was clearly labelled for re-cycling only, and re-cycled the empty packet
the prison officer who was keeping an eye on things and remained next to the trolley pulled out a packet of crisps and ate them noisily
then he swaggered over to the bin that was clearly labelled for re-cycling only, and re-cycled the empty packet
Monday, January 2, 2012
insomniac's consolations ( i )
i've been awake for almost a week with a heavy cold that likes to shift itself from one uncomfortable part of the body to another whenever i imagine it vanquished
i've always struggled to read methodically ... i'm rarely truly comfortable with larger books, i have a poor attention span and an itch to skip a few pages, and a kind of laziness with small print, especially in long paragraphs
not only did the loved one discover a lectern in a charity shop, but she also she went out and bought a huge "daylight" lamp, the Lumie Brightspark, which is transforming my experience of reading into something more intense and rewarding
now i just need to catch up on all that lost sleep
insomniac's consolations ( ii )
the loved one bought Paintings in Proust for me a couple of christmasses back
on this christmas eve she arrived home from the library with Proust's Overcoat, and it was only after deeply enjoying this little christmas jewel that i noticed it had been translated by the same writer
happy new year mister karpeles, and miss foschini, i am deeply indebted
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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