Talking aloud to myself
Talking aloud: A 13-year-old memory of a method of qualitative research interrupts and account of my writing process – both involve talking aloud to myself.
Talking aloud: A 13-year-old memory of a method of qualitative research interrupts and account of my writing process – both involve talking aloud to myself.
In which I am interviewed about my experience of computers in education and wax lyrical about memories of my first Amstrad.
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A meditation: on the subject of black boxes, real and metaphorical, and on memory and loss and drowning in a sea of sound.
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This is my earliest memory – a memory of my father – together with a poem I’ve put it into. What is your earliest memory?
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His same question, my same answer, again and again. Atropos and Mnemosyne, a poem.
Disparate days as a student at Leeds with my housemate Jonathan Kershaw, bipolar (manic depressive) and certainly neither gay nor queer.
A review of two books by Nigel Slater, food writer and journalist. The books were presents to me on my recent birthday.
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.
Derek: this blog’s first review – really more notes towards a review – I was attending the 2009 edition of the Gothenburg Film Festival.
At the Quill – weekly writing and what to write, my relationship with ink pens and why I chose this name for this category of my website.