Archives for 2018

There it was, a new antique-look retrospectively-styled typewriter.

Made somewhere east of Europe, this gadget looked like something it was not.

It could not type, or rather, be used to type upon.

But it would play jingles, short speeches and annoying reminders.

After a few weeks we discovered it could also help, or seem to help us to change habits, become fit, eat less, read more and be better at…anything.

It was not long before we gave it away to be auctioned for a good purpose.

Some things are just silly, we thought.

There was “good” and there was, they said, “Good”.

Why not use another word?!

Far too easy.

It was felt that making things complex made them fascinating.

We are not amused.

And you have the whole day to forgive, forget and launch rockets and probes into a waiting galaxy.

The high-riders have holy hemp seeds.

New agriculture streams will erase the old favored crops and corn will be a thing of the past.

Discuss!

And then a swift, concentrated flexing of facial muscles to roll through every expression we can think of.

Acting school on the high plains.

Hipsters, dipsters and pipsters.

Twittering in the trees, the blue-coated barn owl looked wise, and sounded better.

A comedian could have polished gems and tailored fine clothes.

Instead, the ice melted and the lake became a swimming classroom.

Aligned with the new reality, the golden boughs of ancient trees started to reveal secrets of particle physics.

We accelerated.

Plans and triangles and the music they produce.

In the middle of the night things seemed clear.

Later that day two lanes of steel stripes formed a cordon.

The traditional mind meld was late in coming.

Supra-sensing beacons weaved a mosaic of extraordinary Hermès-silk-like patterns.

Fortune favors the recognised moment.