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use it to be better

I irregularly visit PostSecret – purely on non-voyeuristic pretexts, of course. I have my favourites, which means to say I share their judgements, condemnations, world-views. One such is this: I judge people by which section they are in in a bookstore Shallow? Me? Absolutely. Here’s another that I remember: I used to treat my condition [...]

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The evil of banality

One day, it could have been last week, last month, last year, it no longer matters, Harry Eyres woke, dragged himself out of bed, completed his morning ritual, maybe three of the many “S”s that face working adults most mornings, coffeed his bloodstream and sat to stare at the screen. Lost. Blank. Space. A white [...]

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Gillian Rose dot org

A new site has been launched in pursuit of the thought of the late Gillian Rose (www.gillianrose.org). The site is still in its infancy, and is currently soliciting inputs and volunteers for further development. Do leave a message there and / or contact the site administrator if you wish to participate. addthis_url = ‘http%3A%2F%2Fwww.writing.adancingstar.com%2F2009%2Fgillian-rose-dot-org%2F’; addthis_title [...]

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weekends

Those spans of Christian-time we call “weekends”, stretching from short, shrift Fridays to long lazy Sundays, seldom warrants thinking about; somehow or rather, you savour it, it savours you. Which leaves the remaining four days. Thursdays are lubricated by a reverse spillage from the anticipated Friday. Best described as en-lulled Thursdays. Wednesdays are threshold days, [...]

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a return

I’m not sure what steered me initially away, and brought me to what I hope to be a more permanent return to the site. Things change, I suppose. I used to subscribe to the Times Literary Supplement; each new issue invariably arrived on a Tuesday, and it would be the focal point until, once religiously [...]

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Things I learnt this past month

So we’re back from our honeymoon, and the lessons just keep coming and they keep getting better. Mexicana – Always Late. Air pollution is relative – Mexico City is the embodiment of Natural Beauty compared to Havana. You’ve heard of Eco-Tourism? Well, in Cuba they practice Socialist Tourism. It’s something along the lines of, … [...]

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a circle of friends

My circle of friends is a narrow one, comprising of less than a dozen individuals. Each was exhaustively selected, processed and acquired during a lifetime of wandering and growth. Nothing esoteric unites them, except some form of association with me; none, as far as I know, are particularly well-known, endowed with special talent, especially unique [...]

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Higher learning

The Wrong side of capitalism website highlighted a course sadly indicative of the state (“of disrepute?”) of higher (“than what?”) learning (see also, more recently, University Diaries). Alas, such content is not uncommon. Warwick University’s Sociology department is now an identity theory-ridden morass of statistical analysis, gender, gender, gender and rational choice study. What follows [...]

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McSweeney’s for the new year

While submitting something for McSweeney’s site, I chanced upon this entry, entitled “Versions of Well-Known Films in Which the Protagonist Has Been Replaced With Leon Trotsky”, by Erick Peterson The Fast and the Menshevik From Russia With Acerbic Diatribes Dirty Trotsky The Man Who Would Be People’s Commissar for Military and Naval Affairs The Matrix: [...]

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Thereby hangs this tale

With such a maddening gap between posts, I had better be prepared with a legitimate reason; perhaps a catastrophe of some sort, or a bankruptcy, or the onset of the Saviour’s Season. Or a simple affliction perhaps. Thereby hangs a tale. The annual metamorphosis of digits into its sequential sibling, in an entirely predictable orderly [...]

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