Looking forward to seeing John Lanchester talking about the future of money at Aye Write. I wonder if he has heard of Chris Martenson?
My waistline expands, telling me that walking for an hour a day isn’t enough exercise. Gym? Ugh. Caloric restriction? Maybe.
Not having news or facebook or twitter is fine, but not having email is a mindkiller. You don’t need to check it every five minutes.
Been listening to Darklands by JAMC. Brilliant but long, I thought, until I realised that I had had it on repeat for 1.5 hours.
Is it better to accept yourself and buy new trousers or go against nature and lose the love handles.
Going to get Magaret Atwood’s The Year of the Flood, at the time of the Lunchtime of the Flood.
I quite like Glasgow’s endless rain, it has a certain authenticity and we know that all authenticity is miserable.
Good that Lily Allen is a neo-Luddite – the internet is a time-sink and full of tedious distraction. Join the Brethren of the Free Spirit.
Good that Lily Allen is a neo-Luddite – the internet is a time-sink and full of tedious distraction. Join the Brethren of the Free Spirit.
People say that there would be less conflict if people talk more. But wouldn’t there be even less conflict if they just stopped talking.
People say that there would be less conflict if people talk more. But wouldn’t there be even less conflict if they just stopped talking.
I am not an animal, I am a human being and as such I am incapable of ordering myself to do things.
According to Zizek we should wrest the concept of discipline away from the hawks and take it for the lefties. Have you seen lefties lately?
Grease beneath the fingernails from fixing my bike, enjoying non-procrastination after installing the marvellous leech block.
Eyes still really strained, almost as if the human body wasn’t designed to spend 60% of its existence staring at screens.
Eyes aching from the jetlag induced by the end of BST and the desire to watch Adam Curtis’s The Mayfair Set on the iPod.
Favourite day of the week, Friday, not because of the hedonism of the week but because of the sense of completion.
Still haunted by how good Dern and Cage are in Wild at Heart, a fantastic movie, proper Lynchian exuberance.
Listening to Collings and Herrin, an always endearing treat.
Okay, in this instance it’s Nick Griffin, but still . . .
Whose the real evil man: is it Griffin wth his Britishness or is it actually Salmond with his narrower Scottish nationalism