Slowing down 12 Jan 2008 I am blogging lightly while I write madly in Real World™ conditions – some deadlines approach, such as grant deadlines, paper deadlines, book review deadlines and editing deadlines. That said, I will pop up for a bit occasionally, but bear with me. Deadlines being what they are, I will either return in early February to my normal lack of sense, or be dead (just don’t cross that line – editors are vicious). Administrative
Administrative If this is Friday, I must be in Sydney 16 Apr 2009 I am briefly back from internetless visits to family in Victoria (my home state), and shortly to fly out to Lisbon where I am to give two talks I have yet to finish writing (of course! Not to worry, I always do this). In the interim I must proof my… Read More
Administrative Cloudy 15 Jul 2008 Not the Simon and Garfunkel song, this: Just seeing if it works. Read More
Administrative On inspiration 26 Nov 2010 Being as I am swamped with boring, but remunerative, things to do, I haven’t blogged for a while. So another reflection. As I age, I find that I am no longer struck by the vivacity of books. When I was in my twenties, and discovering new fields and ideas for… Read More
Great. I’ve become somewhat addicted to this blog and now you tell me you’re gonna reduce supply. Is this a form of conditioning, where you give what’s sought in dribs and drabs, to strengthen behavior? If so, it’ll probably work.
Be careful, John, about announcing that you’ll be away from your blog for a time. You know where that leads… Dollis Hill Bob
Be careful, John, about announcing that you’ll be away from your blog for a time. You know where that leads… Dollis Hill Bob
Be careful, John, about announcing that you’ll be away from your blog for a time. You know where that leads… Dollis Hill Bob
Be careful, John, about announcing that you’ll be away from your blog for a time. You know where that leads… Dollis Hill Bob
Be careful, John, about announcing that you’ll be away from your blog for a time. You know where that leads… Dollis Hill Bob
I’m not going away (look out Bob, or I’ll sneak up behind you and thump), just relaxing a bit. Neasden.
You can never really leave… When that I was and a little tiny boy With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man’s estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, ‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still ‘had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world began, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that’s all one, our play is done, And we’ll strive to please you every day. — William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
The Latin for “Dog eat dog,” is “Canis canem edit.” One suspects that the Romans knew something about editors that we’ve forgotten.