under another sun

Droves of nothing Ooof. Up at seven this morning, rather blearily with an idea for a new play. But all such matters had to be set aside as I spent the cold rainy Monday writing about atrial fibrillation and strokes again. Nothing happened in droves during the day, and at 5:15 I went for a walk for an hour or so having been cooped up. Found myself wandering into the pier, all the attractions closed and a few cold looking tourists on it. Spent a happy ten minutes watching two men in a small rubber dinghy spinning unsuccessfully for mackerel. Home again, watched a documentary about the history of Ireland, then did more atrial fibrillation work, before watching All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace . This is a very provocative and interesting documentary series. Among the other ideas it propounded was that it is dehumanising to think of ourselves as machines designed to transmit DNA (the selfish gene). Also that as an unexpected outcome DNA can be seen as a soul correlate, cut to Da...

Machines of Loving Grace Rather trepidatious about my computer this morning. But whatever I'd done yesterday seems to have done the trick. As it is online, and running much better, which is a huge relief. I rely so much on my computer these days. I'd be lost without one. Watched recently the first two episodes of fantastic documentary series 'All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace' by Adam Curtis on BBC2, which is a series of films about how humans have been colonised by the machines we have built. Can't stop thinking about the questions it raises. Have started noticing how things like facebook are actually a way for people turn themselves into data for example. If you get a chance to see these films, you should. The title is taken from this poem by Richard Brautigan which is good and new to me. On with things today. Betty the Spacegirl mainly and some poetry. Also a long chat with Janet, followed by going collect Mum's artwork from Janet and Ken's ...