Month: February 2015

Touching 2: it’s not the Empire striking back

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I should be so lucky. A year and a half ago I had an appointment. With a doctor. In a clinic. In a hospital. When I went to the appointment, two things happened: I was publicly humiliated by an obsolete PC and a pair of orange shoes. They sent me home. Despite the fact that I had a little slip of paper that said ‘APPOINTMENT’ on it, I wasn’t ‘in the computer’ so apparently it […]

Outlining

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About a month ago there was a writing prompt/challenge/amuse-bouche that I did not feel particularly prompted, challenged or amused by. It said When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era? That (well, potentially) opened the door to talk about something substantive — about the nature of creativity, perhaps, or maybe technology and its […]

Holidaying

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I should be running errands, but I’m not. I am a parasite. But not totally. I do have the odd redeeming feature. The other day I took the garbage out (well, some of it). Sometimes I wash the dishes. And once in a while I make dinner. (Like last night. I made sandwiches and defrosted soup. Yet again I demonstrate that my uberness in the kitchen knows few bounds.) Of course, making dinner implies shopping […]

Varying

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I spend a lot of time in the back room which, for historical reasons, is called ‘The Hole.’ Unlike most holes, though, it’s bright and sunny and bright sunny rooms can be good for frequently gloomy middle-aged guys. It’s also full of toys. I like toys. (Of course I like toys. All middle-aged guys, gloomy or not, like toys.) And finally, I have approximately seven metres of music back there. From this you can conclude […]