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A hopeful return
My dear friend Arlene Goldbard and I have been recording a monthly podcast for over three years now, though I have had to take two longish breaks, most recently over this winter. Fortunately, my role is secondary: Arlene manages things perfectly, writing up each episodes from New Mexico, while Owen Kelly turns recordings into distributable…
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Regeneration
After eight months unable to work—the longest caesura of my life—I feel the process of transformation beginning to fulfil its purpose. Thought and energy become fluid again, like mercury. Synapses start to fire. Possibilities reveal themselves.
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And she was quite right
‘Bang, you’re dead!’ we said. ‘I got you!’ we said. When we played, it was always war. A bunch of us together, one-on-one, or in solitary fantasies – always war, always death. ‘Don’t play like that,’ our parents said, ‘you could grow up that way.’ Some threat – there was no way we would rather…
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Speaking of the master’s house
I’m ambivalent about public speaking, though I’ve been doing it for so long. It’s best when the speaker knows they’re involved in a performance art, in which what is said is generally less important than how. I’ve heard talks by Arthur Miller and Edward de Bono of which I remember not a word or an…
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Easter eggs
In the early days of personal computing, software engineers amused themselves by hiding messages or unsuspected features into their programmes. What began as jokes between peers became a way to reward loyal users with additional value. These virtual prizes came to be known as easter eggs, after the tradition of hiding chocolate treats for small children…