I wrote a blogpost with this title back in early summer, but didn’t even mention the Joni Mitchell song I was referencing. That was an unfortunate omission, because it’s a song worth knowing. Here are the lyrics: ‘Every picture has its shadows And it has some source of light Blindness, blindness and sight The perils… Continue reading Shadows and light revisited
Category: thunking
when the door opens, go through it…don’t think…just go in
Some of the readers of this blog put up with my ridiculous attempts at humour just so they can read posts like this. I don’t avoid serious topics here, and if something bothers me enough, I’ll kick an idea around for a week or two and eventually handle something with a bit of depth. Don’t… Continue reading when the door opens, go through it…don’t think…just go in
going home (if there even is such a thing)
This might be a bit strange- this blogpost. Yes, I’m aware my writing can be odd on a semiregular basis, so this isn’t necessarily the most shocking opening gambit, but nevertheless…you’ve been warned. See, I want to ask one of those big questions that blogging really isn’t capable of tackling. This is a novel-sized theme.… Continue reading going home (if there even is such a thing)
belt tightening in an age of exorbitance
I’ve got bad news for my readers. The funds have run dry. I do a lot of travelling, so this was bound to happen at some point. My galavanting has led me down a destructive road. It’ll be resolved, but in the short term, I’ll have to be much more careful with money. Which is… Continue reading belt tightening in an age of exorbitance
up in the Hochbahn in Hamburg
This is a blogpost I’ve been waiting to do until I had enough photos to make it make a bit of sense. Not that this blog always makes much sense. What’d be the point of that? No point, I tell you. Just like other major German cities, Hamburg has both an U-Bahn and S-Bahn system.… Continue reading up in the Hochbahn in Hamburg
starting and ending in the front room on the Tottenham Riviera
The trip to London is like a huge chunk of molten ore from which I’ll be mining blogposts for a long time to come. Were I to show you my itinerary, you’d be astounded at how much I packed into such a short trip. Big ups to @elaine4queen for meditation-related help and conversations of the… Continue reading starting and ending in the front room on the Tottenham Riviera
enough abandonment
One of the first people I met when I moved to Germany was Dermot. Fantastic person and even better artist. He’s Irish of course. Have you ever met a Dermot who wasn’t? He is also a woodworker who specialises in lamps. The one above is rather beautiful, isn’t it? After the last few serious blogposts,… Continue reading enough abandonment
forgiving the unforgivable
One never knows what people will like. My last blogpost was one I’d saved, because although I thought it was morbid and dark, I thought it’d spur some conversation. Not in the least. Amy over at Lucy’s Football commented on it, but she’d comment on me cutting and pasting swaths of the phone book. She’s… Continue reading forgiving the unforgivable
Five things to harass the Dying
Recently, I was handed a German article about five things one should or could say to the dying to help them in their journey to the afterlife. Never to pass up an opportunity to take the piss, I’ve decided to write my own list. Here are Five things to harass the dying: Remind them what… Continue reading Five things to harass the Dying
a broken church in Hamburg
Always travel somewhere in mid October, and this year it’s going to be Hamburg again. In case you don’t know this already, Hamburg is my favourite Germany city. I love my adopted home, and Berlin has a fantastic bustling energy that makes me feel more creative. But Hamburg? It’s is a dream. An unfulfilled… Continue reading a broken church in Hamburg