I’m finding it enormously freeing and conducive to a profound lightness of being to not try and hold onto and keep… well, anything really. What’s gone is gone and there’s always plenty more on the way…


If one is in the business of finding answers to life then, if they exist at all, they surely reside within the full, unconditional embrace and affirmation of whatever is happening right here right now.


Logs chopped and laundry done, now just time for coffee and cake before a late shift.


Only when that time comes, then and only then will we know what we will do and who we are.


Enough is more than everything.


Very happy with my Valentine gift from my wife.


The best advice ever: There’s what you should do, there’s what you shouldn’t do and there’s what you’re going to do anyway.


Not living anywhere near London anymore I’m really excited to have got tickets to see the National Theatre Live broadcast of Dr. Strangelove in our little local cinema!



In terms of one’s immediate phenomenological experience in this moment, there is no difference between the memory of an actual experience you once had and an imagined one.

Interesting in light of the fact that memory and imagination both occur in the same area of the brain, the hippocampus.

“I’ve lived through some terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.”

— Mark Twain


Woe betide anyone who thinks they know better.


…the right-populist turn seems to be the effect of improved material, and especially technological, conditions that, for better and for worse, have made people furious with limits on their desires. If America appears to be leading the way, that is simply because America has always been a pioneer in the Western evolution of individual rights into a new type of fragile, enraged solipsism.

New Statesman



My wife is doing an MA in Contemporary Craft. This little window into academia is slowly but surely destroying her soul and will to live.

It’s not education, it’s attrition.

I am astonished by the sheer amount of, excuse me, absolute arcane bollocks that needs to be waded through. To paraphrase Willard in Apocalypse Now:

”…the bullshit piled up so fast, you needed wings to stay above it.”





“We suffer from the delusion that the entire universe is held in order by the categories of human thought.”

— Alan Watts


Fire lit. Dog fed. Feet up. Footie on…