Here we are spinning silently through space on a corkscrew rollercoaster. On the grander scheme of the Universe, what goes on here is meaningless, at least that’s what some would have us believe. I prefer to take the polar opposite view that it is in fact the most spectacular and important show in all the Universe.
Where Are Memories Stored? When I sit here wondering what to write about, my mind goes everywhere. Pondering topics, attempting to tie ideas together. Forward then back, off to the side, then the other side. Up then down, over there and back again… Where is it going? How does it dream up these ideas? Where […]
Why Men Grow Beards I was probably about 13 when I first shaved. It’s a bit of a big deal for a boy you know. With the bathroom door safely locked I brought my face closer to the mirror for a final inspection. My Dad’s shaving foam to hand, strategy in place, it was time […]
The Importance Of Making Stuff, Of Making A Positive Contribution What’s the story peeps! Welcome to day 4. I’m still at it…alright it’s only four days, let’s see how things hold up at four months. Yesterday I wrote about my high regard for people with integrity and energy for making things happen. Nothing would ever […]
Why People Who Make Stuff Are Great I’ve real admiration for people who make stuff. Not just any oul stuff mind you, I mean those who make quality stuff and apply themselves positively. I just think these people are feckin great, they have such positive energy about them. You know the ones. They dedicate themselves to […]
Day 2: The 365 Day Writing Challenge – Why Do I Procrastinate? Most proponents and promoters of time management will suggest procrastination is your enemy. Why do we procrastinate? In the moment of making a decision about something, knowing that it’s inherently is good for us, we recoil, sit on the fence. Why is that? The […]
The 365 Day Writing Challenge Begins I’ve set myself a challenge. For the next 365 days I will write and publish every day. It doesn’t matter what it is, it doesn’t matter if it’s shit (let’s hope it’s not shit), it just needs to mean something. Publishing for clicks is meaningless to me and I’ve […]
Young Connor Bryan sat poised on the edge of his bed. His Dad’s wire snips in his right hand, the miniature Child of Prague in his left. He could hear his mother preparing dinner and the high pitched noise of girl talk from his sisters in the kitchen below him. It was Wednesday and the usual […]