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 !
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
dreaming
… dreamed I was cycling through Kent very early on a warm misty cuckoo morning & passed through a village of huge stone buildings festooned with ornament & coats of arms that might have looked more appropriate in Whitehall or Santiago. Perhaps I was thinking of the venerable public school we deliver cheese to in Tonbridge. The air was filled with birdsong, no human was to be seen or heard, there were masses of laburnum & ivy & virginia creeper everywhere, & families of deer tiptoed daintily on the tops of walls & on every ledge to tear off & feast noisily upon their juicy boughs …
garlic on toast
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
i've reached page 350 of moby dick
... and i'm enjoying it very much
melville is delightfully witty and he's such a lucid narrator
later: a moby dick web site via meta filter: http://www.powermobydick.com/
Sunday, March 23, 2008
easter
Saturday, March 22, 2008
know thine enemy
no need for you to ask which side of the creationist.v.scientist ding-dong i'm supporting ...
my sympathies are with the old man with the white beard so i enjoyed discovering this topical little anecdote today
http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2008/03/expelled.php
as brigadier ritchie-hook used to say, "biff the enemy"
as brigadier ritchie-hook used to say, "biff the enemy"
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
blue veils and golden sands
Sunday, March 09, 2008
further symptoms of accelerated regression copied verbatim from the clinical notes ...
Breathless thoughts provoked by the excitement of an impending trip to Madrid and my dream of introducing a new dimension of transcendant spirituality in to the great game ... the magic sponge might become a relic ... the thrice-blessed universally-revered holy sponge, permanently floating in a silver bucket suspended over a holy well, to be carried in procession on match days by a team of hand-picked virgins ( or tv weather girls ? ) wearing translucent classical robes, chanting every step of the way from the bishop's chapel to the stadium, to the accompaniment of thumping drums and wailing flutes ... the water would, of course, be genuine certified holy water, not yer ordinary bottled stuff, and might be paid for by the donations of pious widows and spinsters of the parish ... in fact i see no reason why the sponge shouldn't be administered as a kind of unction by a priest, and/or by the mother superior of the nearest holy order, with the blessed hem of her robe rolled up and tucked into her formal suspender belt as she kneels to give succour to the distressed combatant, whilst singing nuns and choirboys encircle the injured player to protect his privacy and to soothe away his pain with a medieval psalm, or an uplifting medley from rogers and hammerstein’s sound of music ... we could even send on a military brass band to escort the bucket & lend further ceremonial dignity at this difficult moment ... and then, once the magic has taken effect, the star player could leap on to an ornate mobile pulpit, drawn to the centre of the pitch by a team of prancing white horses, grabbing the microphone to give up a suitable prayer of thanks for his deliverance, followed by a vote of gratitude to almost everyone present, and to the various sponsors, for their kindness and consideration ... except for the stone-faced blue-chinned piratically-cynical back four of the visiting team, of course ... i'm not sure if i want to raise the crowd to lord leighton's lofty ideal of elegant and fashionable piety ...
... or if we should give preferential sponge unction in the purely emotional sphere hinted at so eloquently in the hyper-spiritual imaginings of el greco
symptoms of accelerated regression ... wot i am reading this weekend
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
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