Category Archives: times goes by so

Hello, it’s been a long time

I’ve been away from this blog for a long time –> two and a half years. (Not-so) coincidentally, that is also the amount of time I’ve been writing for IBM Watson. It’s been a very consuming job. But this year I’ve been playing Zombies, Run! and (mostly) loving it and I’ve recently had some time […]

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another rainy day in sydney

Now that I’m sitting by big glass windows, looking out from the 19th floor over northern and western Sydney, I’ve come to like rain. It darkens and lightens the air and the sky as it comes and it goes. The trees and the horizon appear and disappear and in our empty office the whole show […]

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last words come up all you’ve got to waste

Ok, I’ll admit something now that I didn’t when I wrote about Pavement last weekend. I cried through a lot of the middle part of their reunion gig. It’s not that unusual for me, my favourite songs often make me cry. At the time I thought it was the time travel aspect of the show, […]

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you can never quarantine the past

I experienced time travel on Thursday night. I went to see the Pavement reunion show at the Enmore Theatre and they took me right back to the 1990s. I saw them a few times in the mid-to-late 90s and was at their last-ever (to that point) concert in London in 1999. On Thursday night suddenly […]

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i’m living history. and time is getting faster.

Dear Cettefemme, So many things… where to start. My friend J came to stay a couple of weekends ago. I was telling her about an article I’d read in the 2nd–15th February edition of The Big Issue, where the author had been taking photos of decaying shop signs in his neighbourhood, prior to the buildings […]

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the past is dead, long live the past

“It is the same with our past. It is a waste of effort for us to try to summon it, all the exertions of our intelligence are useless. The past is hidden outside the realm of our intelligence and beyond its reach, in some material object (in the sensation that this material object would give […]

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every building on the sunset strip 1966

I was in the Art Gallery of New South Wales yesterday. I spent my time mostly in their contemporary rooms and had one of those inspiring gallery experiences, the kind where you feel that the rooms have become a playground. Childlike, I roamed freely, absorbing ideas and experiences and feelings. My favourite things were their […]

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the blue

Baking hot and shivering. The waves and the boats and the blue. Water against rocks, leaves scrape the ground. If I could I would blink the boats away. Me and the blue. Wanting to surrender myself to the sun. Hiding in the shade. Grandparents with pram. Doggy walks by. Senior citizen. Stately with red bandanna […]

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a weekend in physics

So I spent the weekend pondering how it’s possible for particles to tell the time. Specifically, subatomic particles called kaons, which seem to know the difference between past and future (I’m still trying to understand this). I also tried to get my head around the fact that time might somehow have evolved out of space […]

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monday–friday

I’ve lately discovered that the weeks go by just as fast when you’re out of a daily routine as when you’re in one. Another set of Monday–Friday is already gone. There are multiple ways I can separate out the days of this week to differentiate them from those of last week and those of next […]

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