... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
damn ! side-tracked again, but hurrah for some current thinking by professor stringer and the palaeontology community about human origins
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/
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/
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
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