I knew her back then. Of course, everyone, these days, who wants some claim to hipness, they all like to claim they were there in the beginning before the fame, before it all went wrong. But I really was there, at the time. It was one of the cities near the edge of the war zone. We weren’t even sure if it had a name. On our maps, it was called City C. It was behind the lines when we arrived as fresh raw recruits, new meat for the grinder. But at one time, City C had been the
In the Beginning FREE for the next Five days. Get it here (UK link), here (US link), or here (universal link) In the Beginning It’s a God’s life. Albert Meadows, recently made redundant and tired of his disappointing life, is looking to make a new start and is desperate to find something worthwhile to fill his time. So, what could be better than creating a brand new universe of his own, in his garden shed? But, when he introduces intelligent life to his new universe, things don’t turn out as he planned, especially when the tribes on his planet each
Pedalo Velodrome is probably the world’s best-known cyclist. Not only has he won the Tour de France seventeen times, he is also one of the few cyclists to survive the far more punishing Tour of Tipton. It is well-known that those who do not cycle as fast as they can through some of the more dangerous parts of Tipton are never seen again. Meanwhile, rumours abound of the local pork scratching and meat pie factories working over time during the annual Tipton cycle race. Velodrome is often regarded as the person who revolutionised the cycle race. A sport which is
A miscellany of links I found interesting recently: There are quite a few this week too, possibly because I’ve decided to change the day I put this out, which will also change for next week, I think. Again, it is dominated by the stuff in the week’s news cycle. A podcast interview on the future of the car – fascinating stuff: http://www.econtalk.org/archives/2017/08/benedict_evans.html Shallow thinking: https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/long-fuse-big-bang/201711/the-deep-state-warns-us-about-shallow-thinking Who is laughing now? https://www.conservativewoman.co.uk/gary-oliver-watch-jokers-department-humour-case/ Is GDP past its Use-by-date? https://www.adamsmith.org/blog/can-gdp-continue What does ‘equality’ actually mean? http://www.intellectualtakeout.org/article/there-no-such-thing-equality-and-thank-goodness The almost unbelievable number of people killed by communism: https://fee.org/articles/the-staggering-toll-of-the-russian-revolution/ ‘Groping for the Truth’: http://www.salisburyreview.com/articles/groping-for-the-truth/ ‘Why do beliefs
She was there to save me when I fell out of this world. They are memories like the fragments of some dream or nightmare. I remember stumbling through the woods, falling breathless against trees, looking down at the blood on me, dark in the moonlight. I remember stumbling across the meadow as the dawn turned the sky red on the horizon I was fleeing towards. I remember the house, standing alone like some possibility of sanctuary. I remember the weight of my arm as my fist pounded the door. Then I remember the door opening. Sasha says I fell
Kerena dreamt a river that bought the melting snow down from the mountains to the warmer flat plain, turning the bare world green along its edges. It was here that she dreamt a city for her people, her family, her tribe, her silo. She built them a strong city, rising tall by the riverside with high walls along the riverbank and strong towers for the seasons when the dreaming winds turned to nightmare storms. She dreamt an open sky, free of the thunderous clouds that were always there, even when the dreaming winds blew and the electrical storms made her
A miscellany of links I found interesting recently: (As this is the first post in a (possible) new weekly series, there are quite a few of them this time.) On the idiocy of ‘banning’ one of the greatest books of the 20th Century. ‘What’s really ‘disturbing’ of course, are the implications of suppressing a masterpiece because it offends idiots.’ - To Silence a Mockingbird Out of the two of them, I always preferred Simone De Beauvoir to Sartre - Episode 107 – The Ethics of Ambiguity. Philosophize This is – I think – the best philosophy podcast I have found,
That winter was cold and dark, colder and darker than any winter I remember. It did not snow that much, so it was not a proper cold winter. It rained, and the mornings were dull and misty. Everything felt damp, with a coldness that wearied rather than chilled. I remember longing for one of those ice-cold winter days when the snow lies deep, and the sun shines, with a cold that is somehow brighter, sharper, more invigorating. Not one of these dreary days of cold and damp, when you are not sure when the night ends and the day starts.