... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Thursday, February 23, 2012
spain ... somewhere down there you will find angels making another batch of picos blue
http://www.cheesecellar.co.uk/assets/files/cc-speciality-cheese-10.pdf
http://www.queseriaspicosdeeuropa.com/valle-de-valdeon.html
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
one blissful moment in spain
a crystal sky
only distant sounds ... one barking dog, one crowing cockerel, some sweet singing from a few little birds, the distant roar of the river in a ravine
and a little green path that leads to silence
only distant sounds ... one barking dog, one crowing cockerel, some sweet singing from a few little birds, the distant roar of the river in a ravine
and a little green path that leads to silence
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
fear not the mysteries of cognitive dissonance, I will sing unto you of the joy of cognitive innocence
then aged about three or four, I remember my first trip on the top of a double decker bus through the Wiltshire countryside … it seemed whilst each succeeding perspective flowed by that each of the little summer fields with their enormous ancient hedges was spinning around
not long after that , i stood on the back seat of a car for the first time and was still unable to grasp the idea of the world’s fixity and so my mind saw the road and the white line that divides it as a huge ribbon gushing out from beneath the back of the car
this morning a large white building on the horizon changed shape several times as I drove towards it until I belatedly recognized the steaming towers of a concrete factory
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
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