Metaphysics, a poem 26 Oct 201226 Oct 2012 It rains. It rains here and now. It rains on the possible fat men in that doorway. It rains in the desert. It rains in the jungle. It’s conventional. It rains in the holes. It rains in the shadows. It rains vaguely here, with a fuzzy edge to the drops. The colours of the rainbow shade into each other, But on the whole we can tell one from another. We universally hate the rain. We mutter under our breath about rain. It does not rain in every possible world. Just in the actual one, here and now. It rains on the concrete. It rains on the objects. It’s hard to determine why. God help us zombies. Humor Metaphysics
Biology Does life exist? 11 Jan 2014 Life, I believe, is what physics does on one particular planet on a Wednesday. More exactly, it is a series of chemical and physical dynamics that occurs between 3.85 billion years ago and now on this planet. Ferris Jabr, an editor at the Scientific American site, has a piece entitled “Why… Read More
Australian stuff Ooooohhhh, nude dinosaurs…. 14 Sep 2009 Residents of the tiny town Muttaburra, in Queensland’s central west, have bared all for a calendar shoot. The town’s Community Development Association is raising money for an ambulance defibrillator and the local school, and came up with the idea for a “slightly risque” calendar. Muttaburra is famous for the Muttaburrasaurus… Read More
Ecology and Biodiversity Darwinian gardening, again 18 May 200818 Sep 2017 I’m not a gardener, really I’m not. I once killed a cactus plant by underwatering it. I found it on the window sill one day three years after I last took note of it and it was black. I don’t believe in the concept “weed”. If a plant survives my… Read More
It rained here as well, and now the cranes migrate southward. Shouldn’t that mean spring for your location and a happy shower rather than melancholy drizzle?
An old one you may find pleasing. Modern translation is often just given as goose so it is somewhat easy to miss. I have news for you: The stag bells, Winter snows, Summer has gone; Wind high and cold, The sun low, Short its course The sea running high; Deep red the bracken Its shape lost, The wild goose has Raised its accustomed cry; Cold has seized The birds’ wings Season of ice This is my news. …… ro gab gnáth giugrann guth translated above as ‘the wild goose has raised its accustomed cry’ I prefer ‘usualness has taken hold of the barnacle goose call’ ro-gab (take hold) gnáth (customary/usual) giugrann (wild goose/ barnacle goose) guth (cry/call) I am rather fond of it.
Zombies do not feel the rain, but act exactly as if they do. We who are men cannot tell zombies by how they react to the rain. Neither can zombies, and they act exactly as if they cannot.