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welcome to the smoke bank
I was in the grocery store recently and witnessed a very troubling scene. The woman at the checkout didn’t have enough money to pay for her purchases. Her groceries consisted of a small roast of pork, some potatoes and broccoli, a quart of milk, a couple of tins of soup, and three packs of cigarettes. …
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mix your media, not your message
I’ve worked in marketing and communications since prehistoric times (ie: before the internet) and in that time I’ve worked in just about every medium there is – print, radio, TV, film, even the remarkable Interactive CD-ROM. Having dabbled in them all, I recognize that every one has its own strengths and weaknesses. As a result,…
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deep time
Consider the Earth’s history as the old measure of the English yard, the distance from the King’s nose to the tip of his outstretched hand. One stroke of a nail file on his middle finger erases human history
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Venus, In Three Parts
Ben got her to Paris as quickly as he could. A mid-morning shuttle from Heathrow landed them at Charles de Gaulle before he could finish the piccolo of Heidsieck that the EuroAir cabin attendant had proffered in recognition of their premium fares. In the moulded seat beside him, Dela feigned sleep, while the headset streamed…
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on the internet, no-one knows you’re a dog. or if you’re not.
If you’ve not already met Greg Mutt, I’d like to introduce you. Greg is, by current standards, a rather minor and somewhat passe brand of youtube personality. I first met him a few years ago, shortly after seeing Avatar (relevance TBA) and cannot remember how or why I stumbled upon his posts. On a whim, …
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a selection of random thoughts which i deem worthy of passing along
“In the ideal state, the education of children will be the highest business of government.” -Aristotle (via Annabel Lyon in The Golden Mean) “I am not an optimist. I am a prisoner of hope.” – Archbishop Desmond Tutu, responding to a question from UN High Commissioner Mary Robinson on how he managed to maintain his…
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good reads
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell Astonishing feat of fiction and a damned good read, too.
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Baggage
“Oh God, not again?” Isobel looked impatiently up from her tabloid – a pan-European edition, in English – and scanned the view from the train window. The passing mural of landscape was slowing, green fields and olive groves giving onto loose clusters of tired stone and plaster houses with cluttered yards. “Not another stop. Where…
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Monument
Welcome. And congratulations. (Whatever your native intellectual state, I flatter myself that a certain measure of ingenuity was required to locate and decipher this message, not to mention some good old-fashioned persistence. Comforting to know that curiousity isn’t confined to us.) Regrettably, all I have to offer at your journey’s end is this short tale. …
