Tag Archives: Love

My Son

I write this with my son in my arms: just a few days old, pressed to my chest, a new life, carried into this world by his incredible mother, and through the expertise, dedication, and kindness of our midwives and … Continue reading

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New York: Motion

Motion: blurs, smeared light, purpose and momentum, jostling for position around the pillars of glass and brick. The city provides conduits, spaces to inhabit, walls to the maze, but the purpose is lived out in movement. An ever blending torment … Continue reading

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New York: Separation

“I left him“, she said, walking slowly in the brilliant sunshine, “last month“, as she passed by where i was sitting, on one of the benches on the Highline, sipping my coffee. “But i’ve met someone“, slightly breathless, the cable … Continue reading

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The Point of Books. Not just Facebook.

A somewhat unfair media reaction today to Mark Zuckerberg’s assertion that books can be great, “allowing you to fully explore a topic and immerse yourself in a deeper way“. I’m all for books all for people who espouse their virtues: … Continue reading

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Resolution: the hardest road

Swarthy, thickset and boasting tattoos upon his tattoos, themselves layered around the scars, the man next to me turned to his son, a little bruiser sporting jeans and baseball cap, and asked the question, “What do you do when someone … Continue reading

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For the love of books

Despite the rush as i left the house, i still found time to dash back upstairs to grab a book. But which to take? Two sat on my desk: Clark Quinn’s new book on ‘innovation‘ or Slash’s biography? Now, Clark’s … Continue reading

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Haight Ashbury’s Hippies: Permission to think differently

Even ten years ago, people wore ties. I still have one somewhere, an unpleasant orange affair with a few loose threads, part of a uniform worn by millions as they trudged to work to sit in their cubicle and pushed … Continue reading

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