Shall I tell you a story?

Welcome to the story, Louie

9/11/2011

Walk to the stone bench in the blustery rain, clouds of rain blowing in off the sea, then back, reluctantly, wanting it to continue, to feed, water and let out the assorted ducks and hens. Wondering about evolution - why hasn't ivy evolved a stand-alone trunk like other trees? Why one go-it-alone, I'll-be-a-parasite species of tree? There must (?) have been occasional ivies with stronger trunks; why did they not have an evolutionary advantage? I like rain, as long as I'm listening to it from under the hood of a waterproof, or watching it from a warm, dry space.
I wonder how different the world would be, if every now and then, the interviewee in a radio/TV interview came back with "What would you do?" If media training taught a combative approach rather than the bland delivery of a non-denial denial and a non-confirmation confirmation. Maybe I should retune to a music station, but the timechecks are useful. [Maybe they have those on music stations. Duh.] We were all stuck or faltering at the Thursday Group last night (I know; postponed from last week). Maybe this is one of those cyclical moments come round again: recommit; change direction; check out. And rest. We're all here until next time it comes around.
But - in my case - they were right in unexpected ways. Took along a piece of writing expecting one conversation, got quite another. And a set of faults neatly pinpointed. There seemed to be pretty much general agreement when Kath said that she liked [the character] Louie, although Louie came in unexpectedly and so far consists of litle more than a few sentences. Even stories aren't under control, really, are they?

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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.

A very green picture. I can't remember where I took this.

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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.

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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.

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Kitchen parenting

I have teenage children. When they're home, sooner or later one of them will come to me and say: "Dad! We're going to make a mess in the kitchen!
   "Great!" I will reply, picking up on the tone of voice. "What are you going to do?"
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    "Anything else?" More.

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No pinpricks

Okay, so a certain President recently made a speech to his people, in which he told them that their country's military "don't do pinpricks". His intention was to get across that when those soldiers do a "limited" or even "targeted" strike, it hurts. But those of us in the cynical wing of the listening public took it the other way. More.

Making mistakes

We all make mistakes in our relationships. Some are mistakes that can be corrected with an apology. Sometimes - "if only I'd said that, and not that." Sometimes, they're mistakes that are incomprehensible even to ourselves, and sometimes, we do things that show us up as not quite the likeable hero of our own story that we want to think we are. More.

Man down?

There's a report by the Samaritans about men and suicide. It's titled Men, Suicide and Society, and it finds that men are more likely to take their own lives than women (in the UK and ROI). More.

Offending the status quo

Looking at both the US election and the revived Brexit debate in the UK, the question is not: who wins? but: how did we get here? More.

Thinks: populism

Bright, sunny morning. Breeze. Weather forecast said fog, but it's a blue sky overlaid with vapour trails. Windy season, drifts of Autumn-coloured leaves. Thinking, on this morning's walk, about populism. More.

Early morning, Church Street, Falmouth

9th May 2014

On the day that I wrote this, the early news told us of a parade in Moscow to celebrate Russia’s defeat of Nazi Germany in the Second World War. Crimea remained annexed, and the Russia/Ukraine crisis was not resolved. At around half eight, the BBC’s reporter in Moscow was cut off in mid-sentence summarising the military display; the Today programme on Radio 4 cut to the sports news. More.

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