Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

The Silence

It would be easy, trite even, to call Don DeLillo’s latest book, The Silence, prescient and timely, however one wouldn’t be entirely wrong to do so. Nominally, the book covers a huge, world-changing event taking place one Superbowl Sunday in the near-future, where all power and connectivity is lost, apparently everywhere, across the planet. In a moment the world has changed, perhaps forever, in ways nobody yet knows.

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Albums of the year

As I look back on the year’s music it would be tempting to say it has been a very good year for new releases. But I suspect most years are pretty good, if you look hard enough. My assessment is probably based on me listening to far more new music than I usually would. I’ve had more time to listen to music. It’s never been easier to listen to music. I also set myself the challenge of listening to more music released in 2020. It’s so easy to wallow in your existing tastes and favourite records, but it turns out it is a lot more fun finding something new.

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We authors, petty prodigies of a prodigious era, wish to commune with future generations; but we are ignorant, I think, of posterity’s dwelling place. We put down the wrong address.

FrançoisRené de Chateaubriand

My 800th post, twelve years in, on this blog. I probably could have spent my time better, either not writing them at all, or by writing more. I’m not sure which would have been worse.

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Never was a cloudy day

At the start of the year I decided to keep a diary. I challenged myself to write something, anything, for every day of the year.

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Shopping Mall


I’ve been mulling, leaving and returning to this post for some time now. And things change, or stay the same, it is hard to tell. Early on in all this I found it hard to settle to read anything until I began Matthew Newton’s Shopping Mall. The book is part of the Object Lessons series, where various authors explore “the hidden lives of ordinary things”. At the time I wanted to read of ordinary things. “Ordinary” seemed, and seems, an extraordinary concept now. Something to cherish, something to hope for – the ordinary. Read the rest of this entry »