Category Archives: Memory

Everything will be alright, there’s really nothing to worry about too much

Posted on March 7, 2016 by

It’s always uncomfortable when people talk about their favourite bands and you don’t like their bands, or can’t be bothered to listen to yet another thing that people say you should listen to. So maybe this post isn’t for you. Maybe it’s … Continue reading →

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Window seat

Posted on November 9, 2014 by

At 8:20 on Thursday morning I found my seat, the middle of the row near the back of the plane, sat down, and switched on my Kindle. I was reading The Examined Life, Stephen Grosz’s account of his experiences as … Continue reading →

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Horse of the sky

Posted on May 18, 2014 by

Last weekend I went up in my dad’s Cherokee (him flying, not me). My dad has a hangar at the little aeroclub just outside Blenheim, where he keeps his plane, which is named SNE. He’s a hobbyist, not a commercial … Continue reading →

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Bob

Posted on February 25, 2014 by

I’ve been thinking about my old next-door neighbour Bob, who is long dead now. (There was another Bob, who worked at the corner shop, but I’ll get to him in another post.) There are a lot of gaps in what … Continue reading →

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Visitation

Posted on February 19, 2014 by

If you swivel the map below around so that you can see the bright red, yellow, and green house, you’ll see a long driveway with a lone figure standing on it, holding a recycling bin, I think. (Weirdly, when I … Continue reading →

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The unseen ass

Posted on August 5, 2013 by

To this day, I’ve haven’t thought of a decent comeback. I will never have one. I don’t believe anyone really has one. It’s because there is nothing to say. There’s just nowhere intelligent to go, maybe because I don’t disagree … Continue reading →

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Don’t you know who I am in my head?

Posted on March 24, 2013 by

Two or three years ago I taught a course in prose and discovered my students were watching the soap operas every morning and afternoon. I don’t know when they studied. So I watched two or three just to see what … Continue reading →

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On carrying a notebook around

Posted on March 7, 2012 by

A recent attempt at “carrying a notebook around” Carrying a pocket notebook everywhere with me is my favorite hobby. – Person on annoying blog about being a better writer Take Care of Your Little Notebook Charles Simic, New York Times … Continue reading →

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A scattering

Posted on October 18, 2011 by

‘Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.’ Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s by … Continue reading →

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Death and the memory box

Posted on September 11, 2011 by

  Wasted Rita “I have the cornflower I wore in my buttonhole to the first evening out with my first serious girlfriend in 1977 …” – Commenter on ‘Should memory boxes be given the boot?’ by Oliver Burkeman “The Museum comprises a … Continue reading →

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