The irony of making a fuss about writing for self but couch it in terms of we instead of I.
The silence was “always conceived of as a hinge moment”…
“Some people say that’s why it’s two minutes – one minute to look back and one minute to look forward.
“Life stops. We reflect. Do we then go back to where we were and pretend those two minutes never happened, or do those two minutes change us in some way? Do they charge us to do something different?”
Wise words, no matter your path.
We’re away for a couple of days to see our daughter at university. It’s good to spend some time with her now that she’s settled in.
She’s based in Bournemouth but we decided to some to Salisbury Cathedral as we’ve not been here for a while. It’s a fantastic building.
Last night I added three words to the /now page:
Enjoying blogging again
I think that says it all.
I thought it was about time I removed the reference to my (long deceased) newsletter from the subscribe page. It was created for a specific project that never got off the ground.
We returned the Apple Watch via our nearest Apple store last night and the process was incredibly painless:
- scan the serial number,
- a quick check of the details, and
- do you want the money to go back on same card
In March of last year I wrote that I hardly ever used my iPad and wasn’t sure why. I made a vow to “finally make friends” with it but that lasted all of a week.
So excited for “Shadowlands” – the next expansion for World of Warcraft. It looks so cool!
Bix points out that the criticisms quoted by Brent yesterday were actually about the decline of paid, professional blogging.
I reacted to Brent’s reaction rather than checking the conversation first hand (there’s a lesson here) but feel that position is still somewhat valid.
I hate the changes to/from British Summer Time, especially the autumnal move back to GMT. It always takes me ages to get used to.
It’s like jetlag but without the joy of having flown somewhere.
It appears I was mistaken: I actually wrote “Candle” in November ’94. I’ll post it tomorrow.
It’s been a busy day getting rid of rubbish, filling an old, external wooden window frame, then painting and damp proofing the back of the house.
So, now, I’m having a hot, relaxing bath by candlelight. Not by choice, the bulb died in the bathroom and we don’t have any spares. But as I lay here, watching the flame flicker and the shadows dancing in exaggerated sympathy, I think I should do it more often.
Sat in St. Martin in the Fields church – next to Trafalgar Square – listening to rehearsals for this evening’s concert. It’s only a small orchestra with a choir of about ten but they (and the amazing acoustics) make Beethoven’s Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 – II, Allegretto sound like it’s being performed by a full philharmonic. Wonderful.
A sumptuous eggs royale topped with caviar cooked for my (not so) little girl on her 21st.
Happy birthday Amy!
It’s the first of three days off for me which, followed by the weekend, gives a nice five day break. This is the school half-term holiday week so I’ve always tried to take at least a few days off.
Today is World Mental Health Day, a day for mental health education, awareness and advocacy against social stigma.
Although it is widely recognised that (in the UK) 1 in 4 people will experience some form of mental health issue each year, the stigma surrounding it is still so great as to stop people seeking help.
I didn’t really explain part of what I meant when I wrote:
“And that’s what I want to separate: the role itself from what it means to you as a person and what it allows you to be.”
And, hopefully, how it can be again.
While I have been exploring my thoughts around depression in recent months a couple of posts stood out as I tried to catch up on my RSS feeds.
Firstly, in stark contrast, Austin Kleon posted “Notice when you are happy” in which, via a passage from Kurt Vonnegut, he reminds us to acknowledge when things are good.