Geoff Hood

Saturday, April 3rd 2010

IN MERRY ENGLAND in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest, near Nottingham Town, a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood. Geoff Hood's brother. And Robin was a prize dickhead. That's what Geoff thought, anyway.

The Grand Error of Teaching

Friday, April 2nd 2010

Have you ever been to a web site where you've looked at the menu options and wondered:

what the??

Of course you have. Here's why.

Courage & the Golden Ratio

Thursday, April 1st 2010

I have often wondered if creative works have any intrinsic quality that makes them good or bad, or whether it's all a matter of opinion. I tend toward the latter. But there are notions that made me think about a different possibility.

When arranging songs with a group of people you certainly get the feeling there's a common aesthetic, something you can all agree on. You're heading toward something. It's obvious when you find it. Sometimes you spend hours trying and it's obvious you haven't found it. I wonder if there's maths behind it?

The Retinuation of Residual Disprecpancies in Secondary and Tertiary System 3 Leveraged Macro-Policies

Wednesday, March 31st 2010

"With many writers the everlasting use of the qualifying matter, in things other than fiction, arises largely from fear of inaccuracy, a dread of contradiction and disproof that makes them afraid to state a plain fact. Nothing, indeed, is absolutely true. The earth is not quite round. The sky is not quite blue. Rain isn't altogether wet. Hence any statement that you can make has some kind of limitation to it. Writers who are obsessed with limitations, exceptions and approximations become unable to say a thing straight out and let it alone."

(Stephen Leacock - How to Write, p.69-70).

Coffin Bee

Wednesday, March 31st 2010

All I could remember was this:

I froze. I was by a fence. I could see the coffin bee. Hovering. About the size of a small bird. They were designed so you could see them, but they always stayed just inside your peripheral vision so you could never quite make them out.

'This is a protected zone,' said a voice. 'If you continue your current action you will be restrained. This may lead to irrepairable damage to your legs or torso.'

Then I felt a shock and lost consciousness.

Fear of Happiness

Tuesday, March 30th 2010

I was talking to a friend. Lovely lady. I've noticed over the years that if she started enjoying anything too much she'd pull back.

Odd, I thought. Why would you want to stop enjoying yourself?

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