Category Archives: Happiness or not

Balcony

‘You need to think, and thinking well is the hardest thing in the world to do.’ —Vivian Gornick   I was sitting on a balcony above a sea of heads, close to the edge, looking down on a lit stage. … Continue reading

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Bicycle diary

  The gross and net result of it is that people who spent most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles over the rocky roadsteads of this parish get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle as … Continue reading

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The FEED

Sometimes everything seems so oh, I don’t know. – Joe Brainard Twitter is no place for a human being. – @themanwhofell I joined Twitter about four years ago. I don’t remember why. It might have been because I had something … Continue reading

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Keep human!

Take it easy, but take it. – Woody Guthrie Some things from the week. Armoured and alarmed my CV. Looked for a job. Made some “calls”. Disarmed my CV. Fell over onto some stupid rocks, twisted my ankle. Thought about the … Continue reading

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Talk first to the dog

If you cross paths with someone walking a dog, do you talk first to the person or the dog? Matthew Yeager, A Jar of Balloons or The Uncooked Rice Dogs chasing my car in the desert by John Divola 1. … Continue reading

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London’s hair is burning

Hair is dead cells. When it’s on you, we all want to touch it, but as soon as it’s off you, in your bed or your shower, it’s suddenly, oooh, horrible. So hair’s a really weird thing. But I think … Continue reading

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The orange cone

Savage Eyes On Wednesday after work I got on my bike and rode home. At an intersection on Brixton Road I pulled up behind a big red bus. It was dark, and I could see parts of my reflection in … Continue reading

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