Learning to swim
In the baths today, swimming my 40 lengths, I was trying to remember learning to swim, but the memory’s lost somewhere in the chlorine haze.
In the baths today, swimming my 40 lengths, I was trying to remember learning to swim, but the memory’s lost somewhere in the chlorine haze.
An Englished version of the ransom note related to the Eyjafjallajökull eruption currently circulating on Scandinavian social media sites.
Six degrees of propinquity: a variation on the Artwiculate wordgame that I came up with, shared and saw played by others. This is how it came about,
My translation of Karin Boye’s A Little Spring Song (En liten vårvisa) to accompany a photo of the poet’s statue outside Gothenburg central library.
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The V-sign: “everyone” knows it’s a universal symbol for Victory. Or for Peace. Or for the number 2. But everyone” is wrong.
A rollercoaster of a day for TheSupercargo. Swimming, NTLive’s broadcast of Alan Bennet’s The Habit of Art, a major computer failure, and resolution.
A high wind puts paid to spring cleaning, but I have photos from an earlier year. And I’m playing a Twitter-based word game called Artwiculate.
As Wultan watched/The wizen wizard wove his words,/Warp and weft, wending, winding./His wizen wisdom’s yet worth wealth,/Thought Wultan.
This plume (hopefully of steam) probably illustrates the lid that the thermal inversion puts on the city in fine, windless weather.
Two taciturn men in the deep forests of Finland. A cup of coffee and a turning point. Is taciturnity the true measure of a man?