I awoke on Friday to clouds of sediment choking the riverlungs of London. To a low pall of unbreathable air.… Read More A Haze of Toxic Springtime
What the hell is creativity anyway? Recently I’ve been thinking that it’s a moment in flow. That it’s catching a wave. Getting so deep in the zone that you find the zone’s dead spot. And the results? Not immaterial, but incidental. I’ve been painting. I bought a £3 watercolour set from Hobbycraft which has an… Read More Re: Creation.
The kid at the bus stop was obviously wasted. He wobbled from one foot to the next like the gravity that held him was a bit drunk too, and couldn’t quite catch onto his feet when they hit the road. I leant my back against the wall and hunched my head over the screen of… Read More You and Me, Man, We’re the Long-Haired Guys
Parkway Drive’s fifth album, Ire, claims that anger is a legitimate response to the state of the world. If anger is the chief motor of ‘metal’ as a musical genre, Ire thus becomes a metal album with existential ramifications for its own artform: either Ire is legitimate, or metal isn’t. The thought experiment isn’t quite as perfect… Read More Ire
“London?” said Mary. “What’s that?” “Where King is.” “Who’s he now?” said Richard Turner. “And a right midden of a place, I can tell you,” said Jack. “I don’t know how he tholes it, King. I was glad to be shut; I was that.” “What did you see, Jack?” said Nan Sarah. He looked around,… Read More Houses Thatched with Pancakes (A Day in the Lights)
I’m acting as co-producer for a contemporary dance show for the 2016 Edinburgh Fringe. The dance company is called ‘Parachute Dance’, and I’ve spent the last few hours working on the blog, website and social media channels for Parachute Dance, so you’ll have to excuse me if this R2R blog is fairly brief, and also… Read More Parachute Dance
To start a tradition, do something twice. Last year I posted a retrospective of a year in fifty-two books. Last year, displaying stalwart consistency, I once again read exactly fifty-two books. (The average UK male life expectancy is 79. It would appear I have 2808 books still to read. Which seems an excellent reason to never… Read More A(nother) year in (more) books: 3 best, and a couple of worst
Nothing inspires bloggery like a new desk. See here, for instance. I have A New Desk. This one’s in A New City. I live in London now. I’ve sort-of-lived here for about a month. The morning after my Master’s graduation in Edinburgh, I had a Skype interview from my parents’ living room with the School… Read More Maybe I’m a Londoner?
Somehow or other, it’s October now. This means that there’s around one month until my current job finishes. This means that there’s around one month until I – probably – leave my favourite city, Edinburgh.… Read More Ro(o/u)t(e)s
So. Today I handed in my notice at Leith Library. I’ve been offered a new part-time job as a ‘Web Content Editor’ at Edinburgh Uni, which will fit in better with my uni schedule. I’m (hopefully) going to be doing both jobs for a bit, then dropping to just the new one early next month.… Read More Notice