Tag: pink

Kafka Abi: This week, we decided to take a favourite quotation and look at representing each half in our own way. My suggestion of Dolly Parton’s infamous “It costs a lot of money to look this cheap” was sidelined in favour of something a little more intellectual by Franz Kafka. And so we have this. The quotation put me in mind of the Aesthetic theory of The Line of Beauty which always puts me in mind of a Violin or…

Feet of Engineering & April showers Abi: I’ve been working on an article about the importance we humans place upon inanimate objects. Stuff, clutter, things. Is it really shallow to sum up ones life by the stuff we own? Is it not about who we are? I’d say yes and no. To some degree the things we choose to own are our imprint on the world, when we hold onto something, we are holding onto what that something represents. Something…

So… I jogged again. It wasn’t any easier than yesterday, but I guess it takes time — and to be honest, I mixed up the routine a little, so it’s hard to measure if I did any better or not. I also warmed up beforehand — twists, stretches, arm-circle-thingees but perhaps I was a little too rigorous, leaving my heart not quite ready for two hundred METERS of jogging. There’s always tomorrow… and the next day! And no, though I…

Dolphins & Passport control Seb: I’m only just back from Norway. I’ve been up since 4:30am and, try as I might, I didn’t manage to get any sleep the night before. Throw in the party the night before that, and I guess I’ve been up for almost three days… It’s views like this that make all the pain and suffering and drinking and debauchering tolerable though. I sat by the harbour for two hours, watching the sun slowly set. From…

I’m meant to be NOT typing today, so as to give my RSI-ridden fingers a chance to recuperate, so… just enjoy the photos. There are a few notes, if you hover over them. In the case of the one with the tiny moon, you’re going to have to buy a print to actually see the moon — I think it’s the smallest new moon I’ve ever seen. Also, one of these photos is dedicated to a friend of mine whose…

This is my house, just before we moved into it. The photo was probably taken in 1995. I’ve almost forgotten what grass looks like. What the sun looks like. What frickin’ daylight looks like. Europe is currently the land of eternal twilight. Admittedly, I wake up around 2pm so I’m not doing myself any favours, but the cloud coverage is so thick, so ever-present, so OPPRESSIVE that it just stays DARK. The only patch of sunlight was a few days…