I love clouds and roofs and trees. I once even had a blog called “roof porn”. (I guess it’s now part of that pile of dead data whizzing around our heads that will be exhumed by a future tech-archaeologist, if it’s not sizzled by an errant solar flare.) Keith Burt has painted my dream exhibition. […]
As I watch people whom I care deeply about flirt with conspiratorial cults, I believe I no longer have the luxury of ignoring ridiculous posts, or writing off those who share them as gullible or worse. Back in March, I wrote an essay on the need to understand how to analyse the source of information […]
The repellant thing about blogging, for me, tends to be an inherent reliance on the personal pronoun, and it’s this that keeps me from adding my boring written bits to the void. However, an article I’ve just read about certain ageist reactions to the grey-haired presenter of a TV show I’ve never seen spurs me […]
