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THEY are watching us
Like many people in their sixties, I have poor and declining vision. One gradually becomes accustomed to things appearing blurry, to not recognising peopleâs faces, to not being able to read signs unless they have very large writing. But nothing prepared me for this. I had gone outside at night to wee on the garden beds â for their benefit and for mine. As I started to saunter back inside, IâŠ
A minor victory over artificial intelligence
For some days Iâd had a lovely lullaby-like tune stuck in my head, but I could not place it. I thought I had played it on the piano, and that it was probably by Brahms. Or, if not Brahms then Schumann. Itâs not the worldâs most famous lullaby, which is by also Brahms â you know, the one in A flat major, 3/4 time: luh luh laaaa luh luh laaaa, luh luh laa laa laa laa laa; luh luh laa laa luh luhâŠ
English subtitles
Iâve heard it told, and to some extent even observed myself, that young people like to have subtitles on when viewing videos, even when itâs in their native language. I can understand that. I often need to jump back 15 seconds or so to have another go at catching what some character has mumbled or garbled. It also makes it easier to do two things at once, like chatting while watching telly. IâŠ
Wuthering Heights
I have long eulogised Emily Bronteâs only novel, holding it higher in esteem than those of her two sisters. I put it down to my natural inclination to nonconformism, that I should like the idea that her sisters, and society more generally, found her book too shocking, too disrespectful of the norms of the literature of the day. I read a couple of years ago about how Charlotte Bronte produced aâŠ
Stream of consciousness
A collection of thought bubbles. Who doesn't like bubbles?
What a pickle! I have not written for ages and I canât think of anything I need to write about. Iâve started a few essays, but my enthusiasm petered out too soon to complete them. I just think: whatâs the point? Nobody needs to hear this! Yet I feel it would do me good to write some more. Some people still read them, so maybe I would provide a minute or two of diversion for somebody. If thatâŠ
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Ode to a pot of tea
Surely there are more reasons to drink tea than just that James Bond hated it.
I would like to love tea. Like many people of English and Irish heritage (I have both), I was brought up drinking it as the main source of hydration throughout the day. We had tea in the morning before school, tea when we got home, and tea with dinner. We didnât often drink coffee, and when we did it was only instant coffee. Cafes were rare establishments in Australia the seventies â viewed withâŠ
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Another meeting diversion with pencil and paper
Do you remember learning to write at school? We called it Running Writing, although the official name was Cursive. That distinguished it from what we called Printing, in which you write each letter separately, with no joins between them. Up until some grade â I think about grade 3 â they made us print. Then we started to have sessions of Running Writing practice. We felt SO grown-up! OurâŠ
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I have nothing to say
Nine years ago (2014/05/25) I wrote about my writersâ block â how I started essays, each in its own flourish of enthusiasm, but I just didnât finish any, getting stuck partway through. I donât have that problem now. I no longer have the flourishes of enthusiasm. Rather, I wonder whether I could have anything at all to say that might benefit others. I have replaced a reluctance to finish by aâŠ
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Number 3 in a series of adult amusements â drawing soccer balls
Number 3 in a series of adult amusements â drawing soccer balls
Itâs been five years since my last one in this series. Time for another. This is another doodling opportunity. Do you find that your doodles start to all look the same? Are you getting a bit bored with them? Well this should keep you going through at least another week or twoâs worth of dull work meetings. Itâs based on your classic soccer ball. I wonât insert a picture of an actual soccer ball,âŠ
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Fear of infinity
As a child I had a recurring waking nightmare. It would happen like this. I would be lying in bed waiting for sleep, almost there, half-conscious, and I would gradually become aware of the gentle ticking of the alarm clock over on my bookcase. Something about its regularity, its inevitability, inexorability â its persistence, frightened me. It seemed as though with each tick it gradually becameâŠ
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Office work
Actually, office work isn't necessarily dull at all!
Did anybody ever make a TV show involving office work before Ricky Gervais made The Office in 2001? Sure, we had shows about men (yes, always men) who worked in an office, but that was only their back story. We never saw them in the office. Think of the sixties US sitcoms Bewitched and I Dream of Genie. The men headed off to their office job was each morning, and returned home from each evening,âŠ
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Too many words
Donât we say a lot of words to one another! Have you noticed that so few of them mean anything? Contentless chatter Iâm not just referring to salutations like hello. It seems to me that most of the words we utter have no propositional content. They convey no factual information. We might be watching a football match and say âthat Bloggs has a great kick doesnât he?â Are we asking because weâŠ
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Too many cooks
In a certain English-speaking country, a certain government body issued a certain letter setting out some quite complex rules that certain businesses would have to follow. The letter ended with the helpful encouragement:            âfor any quarries in relation to this letter, please contact âŠ. â Aha! I hear you say. You think youâve preserved anonymity, but youâve given yourself away. Now weâŠ
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Ten steps to a perfect democracy: Step 1 - classifying current affairs media
Ten steps to a perfect democracy: Step 1 â classifying current affairs media
Are you sick of watching journalists interviewing other journalists? I am. I donât know if that phenomenon has always been with us, but it seems to me to have grown to take up an uncomfortably large proportion of our media airtime in recent years. Here in Australia, the Sunday morning TV show âInsidersâ specialises in that sort of material. A bunch of political journalists sitting on sofasâŠ
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Ode to a bar of soap
Ode to a bar of soap
How great is soap? Iâd never really thought about it until Covid came along and made us all obsess over the minutiae of hand-washing technique. Like most children of the sixties I grew up using only solid bars of soap, usually rough, utilitarian blocks that soon became cracked, harsh and ugly. When I grew up and had children I started to buy liquid soap, because it seemed easier to teach themâŠ
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A high-school curriculum to protect citizens against demagogues and other hazards
A high-school curriculum to protect citizens against demagogues and other hazards
How well do our school curricula prepare students for life? No doubt people in education departments have put a lot of thought into that topic. But I canât help feeling we could do better. So I throw my opinions into the ring here. Do with them what you will. The opinions that follow may seem disparate. But a single theme unites them â that of what helps equip the student to live a successful,âŠ
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The judge in my head
The judge in my head
A judge lives in my head. He took up residence a long time ago, long enough that I canât remember a time without him. I wish he would go away. He always judges people I see, and he always condemns them â a hanging judge. I always have to contradict the judge in order to regain some form of mental equilibrium.
It feels like I do the judging. I hear the words in my head â âLook at that stupidâŠ
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