The Daily Flannel – Does Dark Matter Really Matter?

(BBC, Horizon: Is Everything We Know About the Universe Wrong?) Last night I watched a great comedy show about a bunch of the world’s topmost boffins squirming in their pants at the realisation… Continue reading

We Don’t Know that We Don’t Know

Originally posted on Just Me:
Not surprisingly, if you know either of us, but Maria and I spend a great deal of time exchanging ideas. In one of her latest blog posts, she…

The Daily F – Walk the Line

  I’ve nabbed this from a post I wrote some time ago now over on my photography blog, Roving Bess. This is a fitting place for it I think, and as such reflects… Continue reading

The Daily Flannel – Quality Controller for Flying Carpets Required.

My friend Junk Chuck made a very interesting observation with regards my previous post, in that when discussing concepts such as the kind that a metaphysical standpoint might offer, that it’s like the difference… Continue reading

The Daily Channel – Would you like chips with your potato omelette?

  In the end there is always one thing you can rely on, the ability of the self to re-assess what has seemingly gone before. In the end there seems to be only… Continue reading

Daily Quote – Forgetting

Ellipsis is the key to all good story telling. Without it there is no story to tell. What we don’t know defines us, not the other way around. It is the concept of… Continue reading

The Daily F – Blue Skies; Sky Blues.

Lady Summer has folded up her skirts and is sitting in her carriage, waiting for the cab driver to finish smoking his pipe and chinwagging with the urchin on the side of the… Continue reading

The Daily Flannel – Creator of Fiction, Creator of Gods. Pure Poetry.

I am an artist. I am a creator of fictional worlds, of hypothetical instances that float within the imagination of the person experiencing my art, and although I may draw from my own… Continue reading

TDF – Zed’s Dead – The death of the ego.

  Change is inevitable. Change is a death of the old and the birth of the new in every single thought and, breath and, irreparably broken ego. It isn’t the heart that breaks… Continue reading