It will be hard to remember what it felt like right now. There are two options, as I see it. In the first, we return to “normal” weather patterns etc(how? Why? Is this not human-centric thinking, as if the world were made for us. Of course, lots of people believe it WAS made for us)... Continue Reading →
Greetings. On my voice recorder there is an untranscribed apologia for no-diary-yesterday, in which I explained that I lolled around finishing off Stanley Johnson's The Commissioner (tl:dr - nice start, a few amusing observations of Brussels and the functioning of the European Union, but enough thrills to be a thriller. Nice stuff on industrial espionage,... Continue Reading →
Doom diary, day nine much delayed because I was too busy having much fun in the face of the apocalypse. Namely one of my best (only) friends, who was best man at my wedding, came up and we listened to and watched a lot of cricket - the first Ashes test more of that later. ... Continue Reading →
The past, as well as being another country, is a slippery, slippery thing. And there's overlap with words like “history,” “custom and tradition (see Hobwbawm and Ranger’s 1977 edited volume The invention of Tradition.) Where am I going with this? There was an interesting comment on my last blog post about where and when entrenched... Continue Reading →
. It seems as if there will not be any “wake up” moment, (something I have long told other activists not to expect!). I t seems to me that we have inoculated ourselves and the “boiling frog” thing, although no one ever did boil a frog, does in fact work well enough as a metaphor... Continue Reading →
I want to talk about anger (and perhaps self-recrimination, but especially anger). And of course anger is not “allowed.” Anger is somehow a sign that you are “maladjusted”, which is an interesting term in itself - that you should adjust yourself to the indignities, inequities and injustices of the world. And if you display anger,... Continue Reading →
I had the entirely sensible suggestion that I should be doing Twitter threads as well as blogging. I agree. I'm not sure that I can be bothered or perhaps I am thinking that my work should “speak for itself” and folks should come to me that kind of arrogant presumption and egomania is not unheard... Continue Reading →
So, I was in Stafford today, seeing if I have MRSA ahead of a little light toe cutting. I absolutely did NOT go into the Oxfam bookshop, and I absolutely did NOT buy this book, and anyone who tells my wife is a snitch, and snitches get stitches. And in that book, which I absolutely... Continue Reading →
Hello everyone. Yesterday's Doom diary was delayed for a few hours, because I went to the dentist for a checkup (the first since before the pandemic). Fortunately, it didn't turn out like that scene in Marathon Man. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzw1_2b-I7A It was actually safe. But as I sat there, I thought “I'm glad I'm getting it check-up... Continue Reading →
Welcome or welcome back, day three of what it feels like (to one white over-educated cis-hetero white male) to live in the first bits of the collapse, whether it's 18 weeks, months or even years (not that I am intending to do daily 1k blogs beyond 31 days. Unless someone pays me.) Since yesterday the... Continue Reading →
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