A frayed and ragged transmission which is in aspect a modulation of the static of the microwave background. It's either a half attempt or a wildly over-successful attempt at a tightbeam that runs at 45 degrees and reflects/deviates perpendicularly to present as a squared spiral in the direction of travel. Net effect seems to be wave/particle containment and amplification with amplitude peaks at the corner plots where the reflection takes place. It is difficult if not impossible to say whether the peaks are caused by the directional change, cause the direction change or are simply corrollary.   The spiral containment accelerates the packets, maintaining full internal consistency and regulation, to the point where the data may in fact, rather inconveniently, arrive at the target destination shortly before it left its point of origin.

 I wanted to write up the last few months that I've  effectively in hiding but they can really be summarised as "moving house is really bloody hard", and that's probably as much as I need to communicate on that front. Other than that is's really the normal collection of links and videos that I've captured from my online diet. General wow factor things A Skydiver Appears to Fall from the Sun Music Not quite sure where this came from but it's an oddly hypnotic watch. This track has stuck with me and pops into my head at odd moments. U2 + gospel choir makes track make more sense. Aha's Take on Me, but it's Norwegian metal. Yep. Just fun If you haven't treated yourself to Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix I'd recommend you do so before season 2.

  A rockslide in Greenland and the subsequent Tsunami set the Earth ringing for 9 days. I have been re-listening to The Silt Verses to drive some inspiration to do more writing. This is still a great bit of writing and audio production.

I wonder why my dishwasher gets tablets and all I get is counselling. I sit down next to it to talk. I tell it I think it may be overmedicated, I tell it of my concern that its cleanliness obsession may be unhealthy. It gives me the silent treatment, and then a passive-aggressive hum. I tell it I think it should get out more, try and make friends with some other major appliances. Has it fallen out with the washing machine? What about that thing they all used to do together with the dryer? Unhelpful silence. A little sass from a flashing light. I wonder aloud if it could drink less, cut down on the rinse aid. Maybe go for a walk in the fresh air. Could it do some more creative work? Break the cycle of filling with dirty things it feels it has to clean and ending up feeling emptied out? Could it at least try something different, maybe in another room? A hobby? One that doesn’t involve tablets and rinse aid. Lastly, I try to coax it into thinking about the effect its behaviour has on othe...

I do not  need any more notebooks or sketchbooks, I really don't. I certainly don't need to spend loads of money on the very nice things at Ugmonk, particularly this brass discbound sketchbook . There's something about the aesthetics of tobacco pipes that I find fascinating. I may also be harbouring fantasies of being a wizard...

  ANZAC Day Service - Cromer RSL Whilst I have studied the history of the First and Second World Wars and firmly believe that understanding that history, why and how it happened, is important in understanding the contemporary world, something about the memorial ceremonies sets my teeth on edge. I think it's the way they become an excuse for mawkishness and fawning over the military, which I find more than moderately distasteful.  Remembrance Day, ANZAC Day and others are also used by the jingoistic to goad and brow-beat those less inclined to take the 'my country, right or wrong' approach to these conflicts. We are asked to remember the fallen without also necessarily remembering the cavalcade of negligence, incompetence and stupidity from their leaders that set them on the path to death. ANZAC Day at least has slightly less of this as Australia and New Zealand commemorate those sent to die at Gallipoli by their leaders half a world away; although I will qualify this with t...