equator

Looking at a mercator projection of the world, I remember that the only point of accuracy is the equator. All else is distorted to the extent that the south pole seems large enough to swallow both north and south america and probably africa as well.

I wonder if this is an analogue of time, where only at the point of existence anything is accurate, but before, and in future, everything becomes a graduated change, some entropy, from the now. The past fragmenting away; the future twisting towards us.

william gibson's blog

links to william gibson's blog

boris johnsons blog

links to boris johnson's blog

some good blogs

came across some other blogs that I shall visit regularly. They are
call centre confidential found at callcentrediary.blogspot.com
the report card found at thereportcard.blogspot.com
doing less harm found at anytown nhstrust.blogspot.com
the policemans blog found at coppersblog.blogspot.com
diary of a fast food eater found at fast-life.blogspot.com
my life as a morrisons employee foud at morrisons-employee.blogspot.com
natural born liars found at theadvertisingagency.blogspot.com
british politics found at britishspin.blogspot.com

long lost brother

Checking on my aol account which I hardly ever use because 99.9% of all received e-mails are spam, I accidentally discover an e-mail from my youngest brother, J. It is an accident because spammers have discovered that they can find your name and incorporate it in an e-mail addressed to yourself, so seeing e-mails with my last name in the address is nothing new. However, luck made me look twice at one e-mail and on opening it I discovered a message from J. I last spoke with him, several years ago, after my mother died. He had the unpleasant task of dealing with the funeral and post mortem affairs. I did not want to get involved as my parents had told me many years ago that they wanted nothing to do with me or my family. This situation, I feared, put some distance betweeen myself and my brother. So, I am glad that communication has been re-established.

friday lunchtime

Friday lunchtime lasts up to four hours. G and I usually spend this time in a local pub that serves superb food at ridiculous prices and then we move on somewhere else for coffee. Today, though, we go further afield to the Woodman, which had been strongly recommended by MR. Had game pie. Good, but not as good as the Queen Vic.

Then onto Curtis Mill. You get here by taking a hidden turnoff at Passingford Bridge roundabout. Suddenly you are on a dirt road and in the middle of countryside. A mile along this road is Willow Cottage - a Hansel and Gretel cottage dating back to 1660 set in a garden of several acres. Dick Williams lives here and must be quite an old man, because he bought Willow Cottage in 1952. He is a dramatist and in the summer open-air productions take place in the natural amphitheatre by the cottage. A Mid-summer Nights Dream is the best to see.

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Eric's Blog

Eric's Bloga soldiers life in Afghanistan

blood test

reinhardts blog
Bought a home blood sugar kit today in anticipation of seeing the nurse soon to have a test. I desperately don't want to change my medication which seems to be working well and stabilises my blood pressure (apart from when I indulge in too much alcohol). But part of the medication increases blood sugar, and in any age brings a greater risk of diabetes, so if my blood sugar rises to an unacceptable level I may well have to change medication which I don't want to do. So self-monitoring and keeping check is what I shall do to ensure that when I see nurse my sugar level will be reasonably normal.

I was apprehensive about pricking my finger and drawing blood. Don't like needles. But to my surprise it was very easy and no pain. And best still, blood sugar seems OK at 5.8. Can't find an internet site, though, that easily explains results.

SpaceShipOne

Just been following the exploits of SpaceShipOne, which just having completed a successful flight of a 100 km into space, may soon win a 100 million dollar prize for being the first private manned spacecraft to fly to the edge of space and back. The rules of the Annsari X-Foundation demand two flights within two weeks that attain 100 km in height - the official boundary where space starts. The flights have been taking off and landing at the Mojave airport, which we accidentally detoured to this summer when we were driving through California. It was a weird looking place, small town, yet big airport, scores of miles from any other habitation, in the middle of a huge desert.