The road to digital nirvana…

..is littered with people spitting hate, venom and bile. Amen to the closure of Alex Jones’ stinking profiteering from distorting the “truth”. What a contemptible liar.

This type of “channel” has proliferated. This is not exclusive to digital media, either. The scale and the hidden nature by which ‘digital’ business profits from selling access to you – that is new. They push the content and inflate the importance of other people’s libel – then step back and say “don’t blame us – we are only the delivery boy”. They fuel these bigots and inflate their audience. These businesses are valued in the billions of dollars yet struggle each year to identify anything plausible as growth except “sell more advertising” or else “buy someone else’s business”.

Please note: This link does not direct to Jones’ venomous and hateful website. It links to a story about him and the closure of his publishing platforms.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-45083684

Restoring my faith

John Williams and Julian Bream. Hokusai. A day in the Life.

T.S. Eliot. Bach and Britten’s Requiem. Mozart Piano Concerti – especially 20.

The things I return to. Crutches when I feel weak, tired. Or low. Or all three.

And Bessie Bighead. Bessie always reminds me of the precarious balances. Happy and sad. Alive and not.

Alone until she dies, Bessie Bighead, hired help, born in the workhouse, smelling of the cowshed, snores bass and gruff on a couch of straw in a loft in Salt Lake Farm and picks a posy of daisies in Sunday Meadow to put on the grave of Gomer Owen who kissed her once by the pig-sty when she wasn’t looking and never kissed her again although she was looking all the time.

Dylan Thomas,
Under Milk Wood

With friends like these…

A Commander, imagine a Queen or a King, turns up before a huge battle. Think along the lines of Elizabeth I or Wallace in Braveheart.

The troops need a rousing speech. They are ready for battle but they are anxious.

Imagine, now, if Jeremy Corbyn had written and delivered it in the style of his rousing European campaigning at Brexit referendum time:

“Troops – as you know – I am really not in favour of this battle. I have no quarrel with the enemy. Indeed I do not trust many of our allies in this battle. However, I recognise that you lot are keen to fight for your beliefs. That being the case I am prepared to support you. Best of luck. Hurrah.”

“You did get that, didn’t you? I said Hurrah”

Then to his Lords and Lieutenants: “Ok – job done. Where next?”

The Last Night

I had expected a dark evening and a clear sky It is misty and cloudy and drizzling with rain. Should have taken the photo of the castle at night at the start of the week.

April.

April has arrived.

A nice Easter afternoon spent at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh. The Glasshouses are warm and interesting but they badly need a rebuild or some serious TLC. Hopefully it will be achievable soon.

Tribute to Jerry

I passed by these boys who had created an impressive cross on the beach. I asked what it was and they said they were making it as a memorial to Jerry the Goldfish!

Lucky Jerry – quite the tribute ;-)

Another lovely evening – no more saccharin photos of sunsets – I promise!