The Right Question?

Saturday, January 7th 2012

Most of the time spent learning is spent finding out the right questions to ask.

And once you find out the answer it usually makes you think: now, what question do I ask next?


From the Rational Era to the Poetic Era

Friday, January 6th 2012

One the greatest inventions of all time was language. And then the written word. And then the printing press. And then the internet.

But something odd is happening.

Depersonalisation Heuristics

Thursday, January 5th 2012

Following vaguely on from From the Rational Era to the Poetic Era

When you look at a tiny insect, what level of empathy do you feel?

Bruce Lee Brain Tree

Wednesday, January 4th 2012

Bruce Lee Brain Tree

Some Splendid Tuesday Tunes

Tuesday, January 3rd 2012

First up, one by the Charm City Devils. And it's called Let's Rock 'n' Roll!


Tuesday, January 3rd 2012

Frankenstein lumbered into the pub. Eight feet tall. Thick neck. Grey complexion. Heavy set forehead. Track suit. Gold chains. Pair of glowing white sneakers.

"Dude," he said.

Dracula raised an eyebow.

Curled a lip slightly.

Rolled his cadaverous fingers.

He adopted a uniquely condescending Transylvanian air.

"What are you wearing?" he asked.

"Eh?" Frankenstein looked down at his clothes for a moment. "What do you mean what am I wearing? I'm getting gangsta with it, that's what I'm wearing."

Dracula shook his head head sadly.

"Gangsta with it," repeated Frankenstein.

"Pah!" said Dracula.

"Gangsta" said Frankenstein.

Frankenstein pulled up a bar stool beside Dracula. He briefly scanned Draccula. Then he stuck a finger in the air to get a beer.

"I see you're still wearing that shitty old cape," he said out of the corner of his mouth.

"Pfft. I don't see you being taken seriously in the world of hip hop. A monster of your age. It's embarrassing."

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