As I contemplate What I love (Which is your Unknowable golden charm) All I know Is that it is Unknowable But that I love it.
Where do I stand when I exercise an inward reflection? I sit and ponder because something has been nagging at me in Dallas. I’ve been having bad dreams with long, narrative stretches. I have woken early, unsure of their reality, and beset by their visceral nature. Dallas is uneasy. The Downtown area has large emptyContinue reading “USA: 1”
Morning chorus: birdsong unlike *anything* I have ever heard before. Trilling, insistent noise like the cat-calls of a stadium full of fans. The world is so vast. At first I thought surely this noise is recorded? I’m still not sure either way.
From Hatton Cross to Dallas Fort Worth
I recently finished Intermission by Owen Martell (William Heinemann, 2013). I read the title as an ePub proof on NetGalley. The publishers have struck gold with Martell, as long as they don’t push him to write a Dan Brown style thriller. Think of Jon McGregor’s If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things but add a beautifulContinue reading “Book Review: “Intermission” by Owen Martell”
Orange orange orange in the mouth again Straight in —
I write this on the second day of Spring 2013. It is sunny, but cold. Last year, I purchased a Walkman, because for a long time, I hadn’t listened to music on cassette. It was a model bought from eBay and is a WM-36 with Dolby NR. It wasn’t too expensive, but then the 3.5mmContinue reading “Listening to Music on a Walkman Cassette Player”
An interesting paragraph that opens up a range of reading. Barry Schwartz’s The Paradox of Choice (HarperCollins, 2004) is a good place to start. That less pleasant form of commuting has attracted attention in the growing field of happiness studies. People have all sorts of fantasies about what might make them happier, most of themContinue reading “Hedonic Treadmill”