It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything—so long it seems I deleted the bookmark to the login page. Without digressing too much I want to go on record and predict that, sometime in the not too distant future, password anxiety should be listed in the DSM-5.
Ironically, just as I discovered the value of simplicity, things beyond my control became increasingly complicated.
This lament is just a general remark. In fact, I am disappointed about the soured relationship between Huawei and the USA—the issue prompting this post.
Suddenly an interesting conundrum regarding the choices available to consumers has become more perplexing to me than before.
I’ve long been a fan of Gregg Easterbrook’s book “The Progress Paradox”.
Continue reading Hey, how-zit, Huawei
In all ways, always, the only constant remains loss.
Continue reading The Gist
U2 has produced so many beautiful songs. Like this one:
You’re on the road but you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud, in the maze of her imagination
You love this town even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over and it’s been all over you
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
When the body falls ill the spirit rallies, but only for so long.
Continue reading Woeful Pneumonia
Something old, something new
something borrowed, something blue …
That’s the saying, but it’s about weddings and, therefore, not applicable to me.
Continue reading Diffidently Blue
Oddly, I’m one of those people who tend to add significance to dates, despite being really terrible with numbers. Not merely, as normal people do, in terms of keeping appointments– I like to read this day in history type articles and I keep a record of the “anniversaries” of significant events in my life.
Continue reading September 9, 2017
Jare later … steeds onvoltooid.
Continue reading Hulpwerkwoord
“Have you been quiet?” a colleague recently asked, “or have I missed something?”
Referring to my blog, he was, of course. This was very shortly after my philosophical rant about Afrikaans poetry … something I’m glad to have rediscovered (at least in part) this year.
(But that is a next post, in Afrikaans and dedicated to my Grade 9s.)
Here is something I’ve long been interested in: Ruin Photography.
Continue reading Wilted Flowers