Articles are my medium form muse & reason. They are researched, but don’t go to the same level of depth nor are as closely argued as my essays. But they are more considered than my jottings.


‘Good night, and good luck.’

Ten days in and I have hit what I feared, a wall of writers block. To be fair, it isn’t so much writers block as it is the end of a very long day of work, I am mongrel bitch tired (a phrase I borrow from Ted Wallace) and my fingers won’t move over the keys.

So this is how privacy dies…

Maciej Cegłowski coined a phrase which I think should resonate far beyond the circles in which it currently does. The phrase: ‘ambient privacy.’ He defined it as:

the understanding that there is value in having our everyday interactions with one another remain outside the reach of monitoring, and that the small details of our daily lives should pass by unremembered. What we do at home, work, church, school, or in our leisure time does not belong in a permanent record. Not every conversation needs to be a deposition.

Gakyō Rōjin

Until the age of 70, nothing I drew was worthy of notice.

Katsushika Hokusai

#onthisday in 1849, aged 88, the artist Katsushika Hokusai (葛飾 北斎) died. He was not only one of the most important artists of the Edo period in Japan, but one of the first Japanese artists to achieve fame abroad. It is hard to talk about Hokusai without mentioning his Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji series, of which perhaps the most famous are his Great Wave and Fine Wind, Clear Morning pieces.

Endurance Through Renewal

Today, while out walking, I came across a stone bench that appeared to be very old. Carved into an ancient looking wall, it was dappled in moss and thick creepers wound their way across its surface.

The Pied Piper of Zoom

The Fediverse is abuzz… Keybase has been acquired by Zoom. For some, this is an event akin to opening one of the Seven Seals.

And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see.And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

Revelation 6:7

The Perfect Moment

Yesterday I stood in my kitchen and an archetypal piece of pop culture, a t-shirt print, called forth a voice from the past. In another time and another place, another man stood and mused far more lyrically on a classical piece of culture. Rendering into language the perfect moment.

‘Oh, the humanity!’

As I stirred the mince, a t-shirt on the television grabbed my attention. ‘6 May 1937’ was superimposed over an airship. Reflexively I recalled Herbert Morrison’s voice crying out with anguish: ‘Oh, the humanity!’ As my conscious thinking caught up, a newsreel flickered into life in my minds eye and I felt myself transported to an airfield in New Jersey as an airship burned.


From the Greek κάθαρσις and translated as either cleansing or clarification. Though the meaning has been much argued over, it is nonetheless a powerful action. One which we undergo when seeking to salve our troubled thinking. Part of the reason why I embarked upon was to achieve some portion of catharsis. Much needed in a year which has had equal measures of sorrow and joy.


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