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The Blog of Life

Keep Missing the Boat

If I don't write things down they simply go. I keep thinking (as has pretty much always been the case) that I should just write more down here. It is after all my best kept log of my thoughts and feelings that I have other than my photograph store and my actual brain. But photos and memories are not quite the same as reading my written words. I love reading my "10 Years Ago" moments, tiny vignettes of my life, much like a faded Polaroid they have a physicality and texture that normal glossy photos don't capture.

And so it is increasingly so with the little guy as he grows up, a more pressing need to capture and preserve it for the future while it's still here. Yet still I find I so often let it slip by. "I'll write something tomorrow" is the usual, but also there is a mountainous backlog of photographs that need working through (I've got a fairly simple post-processing procedure - delete bad :: contrast the good :: crop some that are nearly identical :: rename with text & date :: export from Picasa in numbered order to reduce file size and preserve order - but even this takes an age). Meanwhile life with a little son keeps changing, ever so subtly which helps bely the need to capture it now, but then a few weeks or even days later things have moved on and I'm left grappling to remember how it was different back then. Just like now.

Bedtimes are where I notice things have grown up - he is now quite happy to let me kiss him good night and fall asleep on his own (though tonight he did ask me to sit here outside his room and he then wondered out to check on me). I managed to capture a photo last week of him on his side with his eyes open waiting for me to switch the light off. Only after did I notice a sweet little line of toys he'd made before getting into bed. He still sleeps on the floor in "tiny bedroom" and will wonder into ours at some point over the night which gives us the joy of all waking up together. That's so precious and this morning it was even gone 08:15!

The other thing I wanted to capture here (and that I've been surprised by) is his growing knowledge and understanding of his own growth. He keep talking about how he's getting bigger, his big legs (much bigger than a ladybird's) used to be short, clothes that he is now too big for and this expectation that he'll be wearing bigger clothes soon. I keep reminding him that he definitely doesn't need to rush to grow up, being this small should be savoured.


The Blog of Photos - past 30 days

Ducks on Histon Green

This is one of the nicest things to do in the village and we took the opportunity of a sunny and almost warm Wednesday to go to the park and do a spot of duck feeding en route. The little guy can now go and buy the duck food (only 30p from Histon Post Office - it is supplied by the local school children) all by himself which is even more cute.

Histon Green Ducks. © Nick Bailey
Feeding time at the green


Are We Living in a Simulation

I'll try and voice this thought, but don't expect it to make a whole lot of sense right now. It relates to a recent broadcast/podcast of The Infinite Monkey Cage on the subject of "Are We Living in a Simulation". This particular subject has had a bit of a resurgence lately it seems, also coming up in Hello Internet and I think also on BBC Click. But this particular discussion got very much into faith territory in a way I wasn't expecting.

Basically, as far as I can tell from my first listening (which was conducted whilst picking blackberries for wine making) they proved the existence of God in all but name. Either that, or they made the case for life being ENTIRELY pointless in a way I had never considered before and as such the belief in a God was so much more attractive than the belief in no God. It was this stark choice between hope and total hopelessness. As Phill Jupitus put it, you might as well literally go berserk because simply nothing matters. Gone was that nice Humanist side of Atheism, this was pure empty pointless hell.

Like I say, only listened once and need to listen again now that some of the swirling confusion has subsided, so perhaps I'll have more coherent thoughts later on. I'm also considering running a Histon Methodist Youthish (name still to be worked out) evening session on this cast so I'll definitely need to re-listen in preparation for that.


Listening to: OK Go
Upside Down & Inside Out
From: Hungry Ghosts

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Recently:Slipped while sharpening cleaver and sliced deep right across the proximal interphalangeal joint

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