of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
cardamom, fenugreek, fennel
i took the lid off each jar in turn to breathe in their magnificent aromas
i wondered what it might have been like to explore one of the great spice warehouses by moonlight, perhaps opening different rooms and only guessing at their contents
we forget that the spice trade was once a driving force of the world's economy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spice_trade
i wondered what it might have been like to explore one of the great spice warehouses by moonlight, perhaps opening different rooms and only guessing at their contents
we forget that the spice trade was once a driving force of the world's economy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spice_trade
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
what we are not
most days i like to peek in to gatochy's blog ... she provides a great resource for image seekers, the blog is full of fun and ideas, and some serious stuff
today she gave some thought to hal, the computer in kubrick's 2001, a space oddysey
i have two disconnected thoughts to add ...
first, that like a lot of great art, 2001 tells us quite a lot about what we are ... by depicting what we are not
second, in retrospect, hal's voice sounds rather camp to me, which is probably something that kubrick was aware of
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
shaun's birthday
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
10 free writing courses wiv a lotta potenshul
located via the excellent metafilter website
http://education-portal.com/articles/10_Universities_Offering_Free_Writing_Courses_Online.html
http://education-portal.com/articles/10_Universities_Offering_Free_Writing_Courses_Online.html
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
a bargain from the excellent oxfam bookshop in reigate ... and a very short true story
i met a girl in a little country town who wanted to become a nurse and couldn't wait to leave school
to gain some experience, after taking her exams, she worked part-time for two weeks during her final summer term, at a local home that provided sheltered accomodation for the elderly
before catching the bus home to her village that afternoon, she ran around to my place to describe how, on her very first morning, she was quite startled when they asked her to go and bathe an old lady who was no longer able to leave her room
what did you do ?
i rolled up my sleeves of course !
.... and as she was undressing her, so she discovered that the old lady had a multitude of beautifully drawn tattoos ...
what did you think when you saw them ? i asked
i said to her ... blimey, i bet you could tell me a few stories ! where did you get them tattoos ?
and the old lady's reply began ... i was a dancer in paris during the nineteen twenties, my dear ...
next afternoon, same time, the girl came back to see me again
she had reported to the matron for instructions that morning
i'm afraid your old lady has died in the night ... could you go in and bathe her again ?
did you ? i asked
of course ! said the schoolgirl
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
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