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.

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Returning from a void

Eight months ago I deleted the content from this blog in an attempt to create space in my head. This blog was becoming ultra geeky and needed to be put on ice.

Desiring a second rate life

Recently I watched a BBC programme “Visions of the future” on YouTube. One scene that stopped me in my mental tracks was of a young woman who described herself as an introverted history student and who admitted that she much preferred living in World of Warcraft where she was recognized by her online buddies as outgoing and extroverted.

What do you see when you close your eyes?

So I got a new workshop for my genetic fractals. I felt that I needed a space away from my home office. I walked around it, sat on that silly bench and got stuck. What am I going to do with this?

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.

The Power of Experience

Did you read ‘The Power of Now’ by Eckhart Tolle? If you didn’t you may well have picked up this wisdom elsewhere: Live the moment, live in the ‘here and now’ and be happy.

This ‘now’ philosophy has intrigued me for a long time. I can understand that living in the past or wishing your life away into some future is not conducive to happiness in the present.

New-best-good-friend-llama-girl day

I went for my morning’s constitutional around the lake and whilst I was inhaling the last invigorating winter air, a small llama walked up to me and raised her head in expectation of a pat.

Double take.

Avoid the snow that doesn’t settle

March snow, wet and transient, lowers its innocence one more time. How can it but avoid the tracks of man?

The knob of time

This coffee shop is on a mezzanine opposite and above the airport entrance. Messing with the knob of time, I see a world that is ever transforming.

Pope Sven, Zen and a girl named Kim

It was in the year 2013 in a little country within the land of Italy that an old pope put down his robe and said: I am tired.