Today, there are drops of mist on the spiders' webs, and the morning is more gold than silver. Yesterday turned out hot and bright, and sitting on that terrace for too long has left me sunburnt. But now there's a pale cloudscape of hills above the Roseland, slanted sunshine, and just now the sun breaking through again to change everything it touches. A yacht, big one, coming in under power, sails furled, crew moving about in silhouette against the glittering water. Gulls, and earlier on an unfamiliar bird call - perhaps a Lapwing. I watched the rising sun touch the roofs and then the tops of the windows at the end of Budock Terrace.
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This site is updated weekly, usually on a Friday although I might change that (again). I write it because (1) I like writing it and (2) I like having a deadline. More often than not, it works out as a commentary on the week just passed.
There are no ads, no pop-ups and no tricky business with cookies. I don't take money for my own opinions. I write this for myself, without a set agenda, on any subject that catches my attention. If you're interested enough, it's not hard to work out my interests.
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Read My Shorts?
Here is yet another page of old blog posts and other writings. Sorry, but I need my metaphorical sock drawer for metaphorical socks. The link to the page is right at the end of the paragraph here.
Roads without end
Here is a passage from a review of the book The Road to Somewhere by David Goodhart. I haven't read the book (yet), but the collected reviews would make a worthwhile set of political arguments in their own right. More.
State of the Union
Several commentators today saying that they've lost confidence in the US. Making their point by talking up the glories of the past. After two weeks of this administration, they're not going back.
Were they wrong, and they've seen the light? Or has the US changed? I guess the latter is the intended meaning. But we should at least acknowledge the possibility... More.