Monday, August 17, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Grad-u-aint
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Friday, July 24, 2015
Cras
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Tuesday, July 07, 2015
If You Can’t Stand the Heat
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
The Joy of Paper
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Thursday, June 25, 2015
I Am Rage
with apologies to 'Being Peace; Thich Nhat Hanh' (Parallax Press 2005: ISBN 09380770077)
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Monday, June 22, 2015
Biker Interruptus
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Tuesday, June 16, 2015
A Head Rolls
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Thursday, June 11, 2015
What’s In A Name?
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Monday, June 08, 2015
Coffee
It's morning, again. They crop up regularly but always catching me unawares. As I force myself out of bed, don a dressing gown and stagger downstairs there is only one thing that makes it worth while; coffee! There is a large lump of stainless steel lurking dark in the corner of the kitchen. Not the oven, not the microwave nor the kitchen sink - the coffee machine. It's pretty basic, 3 litre tank, 2.3 litre boiler and almost 3kW of power. Five minutes to heat the water in the boiler and a further fifteen for the rest of the machine to come to temperature.
Making coffee is a performance art. An art I haven't quite mastered. Oh I can grind beans to powder, fill a portafilter and microfoam milk - but this barista cappuccino graphic is just beyond me. I've watched YouTube vids, read articles and carefully watched the masters at work. But pouring a heart, concentric forms, clever animals ..... fail! But, quite frankly, my dear, who gives a damn. What we are really about here is beans groaning as they are milled to fine powder, six ounces of steel tamping that dust to a compressed puck, the military precision with which portafilter engages the group head and the aroma of fresh coffee that permeates the air as near boiling water is forced through that puck at 12psi into the waiting cup below. Ahhh crema, syrupy brown foam guarding bitter delights below. Capucino art be dammed, quadruple espresso kick starts my day!
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Tuesday, June 02, 2015
Silence
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Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Ephemera
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015
(Un)Helpfulness
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Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Oh no. Knot again!
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Friday, May 08, 2015
Election Blues
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Sunday, May 03, 2015
Citychosis
London really is a place to be wary of. I'm now minus my motorbike. It was parked in a public motorcycle bay, on a busy road, locked. It's 250Kg of bike, so not small. It wasn't sporty, it wasn't new and shiny, in fact well overdue for a proper wash and polish and heading for a set of new tyres to boot. And yet it vapourised. I'd not suspected a bike could evaporate so completely in full public view and yet it did. Needless to say I reported the evaporation of my vehicle to the police, it seems that this kind of event is pretty frequent, bikes evaporate all the time. Occasionally they even precipitate out in different parts of the country, I suspect this will not be the case with mine, more likely there will be a diffuse spread of motorbike parts over the next few months appearing sporadically in an eBay auction or Gumtree advert. RIP BMW.
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Monday, April 27, 2015
More Of The Same
'Tis late at night and any sane individual would have hit the sack by now. Still, no-one has ever accused me of being sane. I'm thinking about earthquakes and deaths and how these are reported. Does it ever seem petty to focus on the few Brits that may have been caught up in this nightmare when several hundreds, if not thousands, of other souls have also perished or been injured? For those that did not die outright there is the subsequent devastation, the loss of family members and friends, houses, schools, offices destroyed, livelihoods lost and treasured belongings buried. And yet it seems our red tops constantly miss the bigger picture either centering their attention on some trivial local banality, or bypassing the greater tragedy to focus on a tiny few. It is these indications of introspective selfishness I find worrying, the Little Britain mentality. Pretending nothing much happened to anyone but a few unfortunate Britons trivialises these major events in the worst possible way.
Sorry, not much humour in this post, but somehow sarcasm seems a little inappropriate just now.
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Wednesday, April 08, 2015
Election Ennui
After a break of some few years I've decided to pick up the keyboard and let my random musings loose on the world once more. Time has moved on since my previous posts and if anything I am more Unsapient now than I ever was. In the midst of the most monumentally boring general election the UK has ever seen, where the frightening likelihood of the SNP being the power broker is too close to reality, shining a cold cold light of cynicism, sarcasm on this dismal process is probably my only relief short of euthanising myself.
Why boring? I hear the screams of the political classes clamouring about how close the polls are, how exciting the counts will be. The teetering of the Swing-o-meter, or whatever they use these days to show the balance of party power, will have you gripping the edge of your seats and grinding your teeth in anticipation. Or, perhaps not. There is not single policy that excites, austerity measures necessarily hold sway and any party that ends up being prime will be stealing from Peter to pay Paul or vice versa. There are no winners, except in the figments of the febrile imaginations of the final occupants of the House of Commons and the press hounds sniffing around their random droppings.
Too bad then that this battle between Cameron, Miliband, Sturgeon, Farage and Clegg has no real meaning. The illusion of having any power over the destiny of this country is no more sane than the delirious ravings of a drunk believing he is dodging the faeries as he staggers down the street. Global industries, global markets, global investment, global poverty, global pollution are what really matter. And, without this global view, any insular attempt to resolve the problems of an economy so dependent upon the rest of the world for any semblance of stability is doomed to fail. It is precisely this global perspective that our candidates and parties appear to be missing. And so, this election is a mere sideshow on a sideshow on the global stage.
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