Month: July 2019

7.30 am: A communion. The IOS upgrade on my iMac did the trick. The computer feels a good five-years younger. (Give me some of that!) Today would be characterised by multiplicity: including those many small tasks that need to be done, and some that may as well be done now as in the future. (Just the thought of prevarication chills…

6.30 am: 7.30 am: A communion. 8.30 am: It’s a type of a start to the day that I resent. My iMac (old though it is) has begun to slow down. The unit is factory sealed, so no further memory can be added to the RAM. The best I could hope to do is run a system diagnostics and install…

Give to the winds thy fears;hope, and be undismayed:God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears;God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and stormshis power will clear thy way:wait thou his time; the darkest nightshall end in brightest day.(Paul Gerhardt, ‘Befiehl du Deine Wege’ (1656), trans. by John Wesley (1739)) I’d sung these verses from Gerhardt’s hymn…

7.00 am: Awoke. Before retiring yesterday evening, I read a number of putatively true accounts of encounters with ghosts. My thought was that since some research topic associated with my past had pressed themselves upon me recently, I’d make a deliberate attempt to confront others. The focus of my interest was, as in the case of the Edmund Jones’ spirit…

My suggested Republican campaign anthem: Nellie the elephant packed her trunk and said goodbye to the circus,Off she went with a trumpety trump,Trump trump trump. ‘Nellie the Elephant‘ was among the first records that I ever heard. It was in the world before me. The version that my parents’ owned was a 45-rpm disc in a plain sleeve with no…

7.45 am: A communion. I’m uncomfortable about making decisions on the basis of inadequate information. Particularly so, when the outcome could have significant consequences for others. Principles of thought and action alone aren’t always adequate for the task. And many decisions have both an upside and a downside. The war may be just, but there’ll be casualties. In a dream…

Noise is the future (Crank Lab Explosion – lab central, YouTube comment). 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Email arrivals have slowed to a trickle over the past few days. I’ll enjoy this ‘dry’ season while it lasts. Of late, I’ve become uncomfortably conscious of my routines: I sit in the same chairs and at the same desk; follow much…

7.00 am: 8.15 am: Where shall I begin? It’s like jumping a deep chasm from one side to the other. Behind you is the past (your past). Before you: a future (not yet claimed, as to be yours) … but only if you can get across. (No guarantee.) It’s like knowing that you’ve reached a ‘critical juncture’, as they say.…