The last of the day’s light reflected in the table on my roof terrace in Dalston last night
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Recent Posts
- Weeds
- 1963 – the great unbuttoning
- Starting the new year with a bit of decay
- you’ll never know unless you try
- Happy Christmas, Corporations! with love from George Osborne
- Size Queens, consumption work and the unpredictable paths that ideas travel
- Found Art (or the delights of negative entropy)
- Stuck in the head
- Identity, nationality and the Olympics
- The cannibalisation of the NHS continues
- Hunger in a Supermarketocracy
- The gender agenda
- Health, wealth and happiness (in that order?)
- Dalston clubbers
- Early Christmas greetings
- Halloween red eye
- Street naming
- The price of knowledge (and the knowledge of price)
- Academic publishing – a reply to George Monbiot
- Courtauld
- Quick update
- Unfolding drama
- Dalston the morning after
- Trouble expected tonight
- Second time as farce? If only!
- Lyophilisation
- Evening sky in Dalston
- Birthday surprise
- Jane Barker
- infantilism and power
- A sunny morning in Dalston
- Inadvertent Insights of an Ethics Girl
- Technological irony
- Serendipity
- Happy holidays! and all best wishes for 2011
- Landscape as metaphor for inner life
- How multi-skilling and deskilling can coexist
- Cultural relativism as insult?
- Views in Tuscany
- On living and working on a construction site
