Money Ltd
One of my proudest boasts is that since 1975 I have never knowingly contributed a cent to Rupert Murdoch\’s wealth.
literature
Here we go again!
So, this is my 80th new year\’s eve. Don\’t remember the first few. Well, the first many, really. Doesn\’t matter because they all fall into a small number of categories with a small number of descriptors. The New Year is imagined, anticipated, with Hope, or Fear, or Sadness, or Regret, or Happiness, or Gloom. We
Jordan air
When I hear just the first sentences uttered by religious apologists or the merely religious my immediate reaction is always \”what are you talking about?\” And the second sentence. None of it makes any sense. You listening Jordan?
Reaching September
As the days dwindle down I find it increasingly hard to read books. Hell, I can barely manage to write them.
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Turning point
Turning 79 is not nothing but it has that last of the summer wine vibe (or perhaps more accurately dregs of the summer wine). Turning 80 on the other hand will be entering an unknown land that no one escapes alive. \”Not cheery\”? Not cheery.
Good reads
I have now joined Goodreads. My list of books is here: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/48379400.David_Horton Plus a button to follow me.
It\’s good news week
My memoir now available as an ebook from Booktopia: https://www.booktopia.com.au/hammering-on-the-mind-s-door-david-horton/ebook/9781761096297.html
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Moby dicks
You know what kills whales? Naval sonar. Seismic testing on the sea floor. Oil drilling in the ocean. Warming seas. Reduction of krill and other whale food. Oil spills from tankers and rigs. Collisions with ships and boats. Pollution. Shark nets and abandoned gill nets. You know what doesn\’t kill whales? Offshore wind farms.
Orwellian
Everyone should read Animal Farm and 1984 once. But it is impossible to read either of them a second time.
Unravelling
Once upon a time, in life long ago, the night was a time to sleep and knit up the ravell\’d sleave of care. Now, in this life, my bedroom is the scene of unravelling and savage dreaming and longing for the dawn.