Life under a giant sun

I live on the foothills of the Jura mountains and at this time of year we often get fog in the valley. On such days we wake up to a beautiful sun, set in a deep blue sky. Then, as I drive into the valley to go to work, I descend into a fog which evolves into a low hanging cloud.

Dualism and why Alice is a bitch

I’m in a bad mood. There. It has nothing to do with Monday blues or the 10 degree drop in temperature. Birds still sing their hot little hearts out and there is no stopping my grass from its one spell of freedom it gets every year. I can’t bring myself to cut the wild flowers and besides, the ground is too sodden from the snow it devoured earlier this year.

Life in ink

I have a pile of notebooks that I have kept over the years. They take me into the nooks and crannies of weird and wonderful thoughts that I held for truth at some point in my life. Some are funny, some are deep. Some are crazy, others are gold. Let’s have a look.

Forget news, go for olds

As I reloaded my bag for another day on the battlefield of business, I found Thursday’s newspaper, neatly folded and never been touched. I had picked it up in a hotel and never had time to read it. I normally wouldn’t bother now, but as I am in a trash-reduction mood, I decided to read it anyway. And a wise decision that was!

When failure resurrects as a smile

I spent the morning overseeing the tagging and storage of documents of the company I’ve had to close down. These archives will be destroyed in 10 years time and that will signal the final expiry of a twitching corpse.

When I travel

My awareness travels with me.

The place I leave behind disappears like a dream upon waking, and with it, the people I love.

Revolting words

Writer is bullied by his own work! Read it here! Well, it happened to me. I was writing a blog entry about waves of consciousness when the word ‘Three’ popped up on my screen. And again. Three.  Like a stuck key, except that it was the whole word. Three. Three. Three.

1Q62 (don’t tell anyone)

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A brush with time

A modern zen Koan: A 19th century house in the Provence versus an off-spec Barratt Home in Milton-Keynes. Spot the difference.

Duh, I hear you think but hold it right there because I’m having a brush with time.