Category Archives: Life

Life. Death. Plus anything else I think belongs in this category.

Precursors to war

hateI’ve been writing about the causes of war on this blog, but whatever the specifics of a particular war, there’s always one common factor – hate.

When one group of people hates another group so much that they leave their common humanity behind and embrace barbarism, then there is war.

Hate leads to war. But what leads to hate? Continue reading

Hand bags, sand bags and man bags

handbagToday I’m answering one of the greatest mysteries of the universe – what do women keep in their handbags? Continue reading

Handbrake turn

holidayI’ve been relaxing on my summer holiday, and had almost forgotten that my blog existed.

Now that I’m back, I’ve decided to execute something of a handbrake turn in my career, and take a sabbatical from my usual daily activities. That includes downsizing my blogging activity, while I devote time to my new venture. So if I seem to be absent from the blogging world for a time, please don’t take it personally. I’m just lowering my sights to something I can manage.

What causes war?

warThis is a question I’ve given plenty of thought to recently, in light of the centenary of World War I, the Syrian conflict and more recently the renewal of Israel-Palestine hostilities. I’ve been reading a lot of opinions on blogs and news sites. Continue reading

Words that should exist but don’t

wordsWords. I tend to think a lot about them. They seem like logical, reasonable constructions, yet they hide subtleties within them that confuse and perplex me. Perhaps if I had a Classical education I would understand them better, but as it is I am often baffled.

Today I’m thinking about words that should exist but don’t.

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iConfess

appleiphone5sOne of my closest and oldest friends  is a Catholic priest. He’s pretty confident that he has a job for life. I hope for his sake he’s right, but computers and the internet have disrupted a lot of industries and I wonder if the Church might also be vulnerable to change. Continue reading

I am a killer

knifeLast night I killed. My victim was unknown to me, but I planned the killing meticulously in advance. Afterwards I disposed of the body in my garden.

It wasn’t the first time I have killed. I will kill again. Continue reading