I really should be putting my blogs on substack or medium or one of those other places. but i’m happy loafing here in my homebrew website, hiding away from the world. I’m writing this having loaded up an old computer that...
Feeling a bit light this evening so i think i can talk about it.. the slow pull. Maybe it is just the advancing years, the lengthening shadows. The dough, folded and folded again, to make a millefeuille. The complexifying of every...
In around 2009 I started a twitter account to get what seemed a direct line to gossip coming out of parliament house. In those days there didn’t seem to be any trolls. But it quickly got sordid. Soon i had my...
After my India trip I had the idea that what the world needs is more quiet places, like Ramanasramam, and that I could turn the farm into a big contemplative garden. I had a fanciful idea of some kind of meditation...
I have so many disconnected thoughts right now. One is that our path through life is just like that of a quantum particle – we subtly interact with the other versions of our self that ‘might have been’. Reading Nagarjuna i...
Watched the eclipse of the moon the other night, the ‘blood moon’. Mel took a photo through the telescope (below) as ‘Brain Damage’ played and I thought about whether i should buy that Moog synthesiser I’d seen on ebay that morning....
I began writing my memories in this post, and i think i’ll put down some more though it is a very messy state right now. my first three years were at Farrer Primary, a small public (government) school in the newish...
My life in the last few weeks has passed over a crucible of some kind, a big reset, and perhaps the world has too, another junction like the ‘singlularity‘ which i imagined that i noticed a few years ago, at the...
At the hour of midnight on 1 January 2000 I was up a tree outside the Tate Modern, watching the fireworks shot from a barge in the Thames bursting through the smoke and London fog. I had become separated from my...
One of my favourite times in London was circa 2000 when I lived in West Hampstead, at 13 Ravenshaw street, with Jula the bellydancer and her many cats and dogs. The window of my little first floor bedroom looked out over...
Another day at home with a fever, cups of tea, feeling on the edge of reality. This is the best time to post an update. When the cares of the world seem distant. I am not as bitter as before. Although...
