Combustion is the hidden principle behind every artefact we create. The making of a fish-hook, manufacture of a china cup, or production of a television programme, all depend on the same process of combustion. Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers. From the ( Read more... )

Over dinner Nice discovered that my whole name is composed of blocks of 7 letters each with 3 syllables per name. An-ton-io Es-te-ban Co-ne-jos. There was an exceedingly gratifying moment when I thought this had to be a sign from some higher power slapping me in the face with the reassurance that my life would be ordered and fine. After all, what ( Read more... )

"Better to have loved and lost... but I've been losing."

- a quote from my brother

Yesterday I attended a Mozart concert at my parish. Least anyone think me more cultured than I actually am, I was not there entirely on my own volition. I was drafted to be the ubiquitous usher, bowing obsequiously to the higher echelons of civil society. There were some minor incidents, in keeping with the kind of crowd who would generally ( Read more... )

After years of spying on other people's blogs I've finally decided to write one of my own ( Read more... )