More than 20 years ago, Glasgow had more than its fair share of comfortable coffee shops. Several were lodged in bookshops, and one in particular pulls it’s way across time, sliding it’s memory-laden charge along neurones and drops me into an overstuffed chair in a...
Facebook shows me. Photos of old friends I’ve not seen in a decade, or more. It tells me people who don’t know me from Adam think I should go fund them. It applies a bolt of you know, those hormones that make you start, sweat, and feel like you’re not really here?...
A friend posted a link to an article that said something about the disease mess were in right now. This friend has a different friendship network from me. It’s interesting to see what their network thinks and says, so I happened to have a look at the dozen or so...
I've been exhorting people to create. To reach out, and make something, in this pandemic – this soul-sucking time that suffocates spirit by cutting off humanity from our lifeline of humans. Creating extends. You reach for tools, for cameras, you stretch before and...
Thoughts follow thoughts, and patterns put a spin on them so they tend to go off in familiar directions. Right now, where I'm at, I'm finding it incredibly easy to think about what could have been. It starts quite practically: asking my imagination machine to show me...
As a kid, I was taught that leadership is a service role. It’s a position that exists to offer support and builds people up to fulfill their potential, and as a whole, move toward a common purpose.
So, tonight, I've experienced unsettling turbulence as I've tried to follow and understand news. First, that bone-deep dread is starting to be called due across both my countries. We've been watching this wave for a long time, and it's arrived. A thousand people have...
According to these datasets the NYT published: China had 3,300 deaths from 80k infections, and now has fewer than 100 recent new cases. They suppressed the worst if the infection so far. South Korea had nearly 10,000 cases, around 150 deaths, and around 100 recent new...
A friend of mine posted a photo: his bags, badly lit by soul-sucking strip lights of airports, train stations, and the night bus. It looks dreadful, and he's jetlagged to shit, no doubt. He's knackered, gone through customs, queues, ticketing and had eaten God-knows...