Still don\’t know what I am doing here on this blog. I can\’t write for people, and I can\’t write not for people. The long gap is a problem too. Obviously writing is like riding a bike, you never forget how. When I say \”like\” of course, I mean trying to ride a bike after […]
It occurs to me that many of the reports of \”haunted houses\” that involve odd sounds, may be reports by people who suffer from undiagnosed tinnitus. Certainly my diagnosed case (one of the 21 side effects I suffered from chemotherapy) results in me apparently hearing variously voices, whistling, music. Alone, in a house with a
It occurs to me that if the Kennedy administration involved the \”best and the brightest\”, then the Trump administration involves the worst and the dimmest.
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These Pensees, I was thinking, will be something of the style of Samuel Johnson (another man with whom I have nothing in common, except, perhaps, the strong tendency to be a smartarse), e.g. \”An odd thought strikes me: we shall receive no letters in the grave\”.
Still can\’t quite get a grip on what I am doing with \”Nom de Plume\”. Working from what it is not: Not political commentary Not ecological/environmental analysis Not autobiography – past or current Not long essays In other words, a complete break with what I was doing on the internet previously. So, doesn\’t leave much!
Having Donald Trump win Apprentice President has been frightening and disturbing on all kinds of levels, and will keep on being so, with gathering force, over the next four years at least. But one of the levels that has disturbed me most is the fact that he tells lies every time he opens his mouth,
One of my (many) side effects from chemotherapy is an inability to deal with extreme temperatures. When I get cold by accident I am chilled to the bone and it takes a long time for me to warm up – wrapped in blankets. It is not just a matter of feeling cold, but feeling cold
Two young magpies chasing grasshoppers on grass this morning. Seeing grasshopper on ground, lunge, grasshopper jumps, chase, grasshopper jumps, try to predict which way, lunge to spot, grasshopper has been unpredictable, gone sideways, try to catch in flight, too fast. Millions of years of evolution gone into perfecting this dance of death, the grasshopper to
Every day in Summer I wonder if this is the day a bushfire will destroy us. I check the \”fires near me\” app half-hourly, check news bulletins hourly. Especially on catastrophic fire danger days. And then it gets to late afternoon and I think \”survived another day\”. Got to 3.30pm today, almost ready to say
