tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81506702994442001922024-03-07T08:27:51.985+00:00Sans GodLetting the universe unravel, one post at a timejamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-87147409895151160142011-09-15T21:33:00.000+01:002011-09-15T21:47:45.033+01:00Nearly a year gone byThe majority of days pass without thinking about this blog now. Months, even. There was a time when it was a consuming interest. It crossed my mind the other day to check if my creation, now whithering, was of any lasting relevance to the internet. Well, google still likes to send a smattering of visitors here each day. Enough for me to say hi. Here's a photo from each of the seasons that have passed since my last post. <br />
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jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-15380483865918258172010-11-09T09:35:00.001+00:002010-11-09T09:35:51.175+00:00Cold, dark evenings<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmpyxM2p9q_dkXxVThpvJnk7BPJrwRuhvX0WNsAKalZJj1gshtCHo0TwOn8o3LWCHZTeO5afNnHIP0SWtRB87vNinjJaY2gO5rozcuvoDZFoKl4hyphenhyphenH1O7QEb_gn27zHeFwO769_8WyxM/s1600/5156380694_de84b4ba9f_b.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmpyxM2p9q_dkXxVThpvJnk7BPJrwRuhvX0WNsAKalZJj1gshtCHo0TwOn8o3LWCHZTeO5afNnHIP0SWtRB87vNinjJaY2gO5rozcuvoDZFoKl4hyphenhyphenH1O7QEb_gn27zHeFwO769_8WyxM/s400/5156380694_de84b4ba9f_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a></div>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-13686476137959306132010-11-01T20:02:00.000+00:002010-11-01T20:02:52.046+00:00AutumnAs my last post was in the summer, I thought I should at least share one more before it's winter...<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slime_mold">The Dog Vomit slime mould</a> is quite an amazing creature - more animal than vegetable, more amoebic than fungal. I came across this beauty whilst tramping through a Northumberland forest the other day and have been reading up about slime moulds since. Fascinating. I can thoroughly recommend it.jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-29706573323538525342010-08-17T12:02:00.000+01:002010-08-17T12:02:07.867+01:00The Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOd3-5XQACIwSoH12JDW9kEcYUynrj5YNeREIRFlqH8uzTrhe4lDuvgrDUOOgwBKCweXNBIuA6J6_2P3wKGcARKdFE9YQMfV_XkO0C0WgveZS2oYItHKxLCtmv6yHM3o77dHKNIHQBAc/s1600/cooldoglet_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOd3-5XQACIwSoH12JDW9kEcYUynrj5YNeREIRFlqH8uzTrhe4lDuvgrDUOOgwBKCweXNBIuA6J6_2P3wKGcARKdFE9YQMfV_XkO0C0WgveZS2oYItHKxLCtmv6yHM3o77dHKNIHQBAc/s400/cooldoglet_3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-55757023163038866042010-08-15T22:12:00.004+01:002010-08-15T22:18:33.669+01:00Pleiades and Holidays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtljgAvmtbIuAvKbY0rn1dGKN6zMuKN9fGe2yW5iyW43uU7KxU6pcxm37uTfiLe5ryRqhEiqG-K_qDDz-2UxgLwklk6aNk9RkoecWGwkGGfVptoHfUctTwDlcsfgWI2sCPLez2qc0Jnxw/s1600/milkyway2_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtljgAvmtbIuAvKbY0rn1dGKN6zMuKN9fGe2yW5iyW43uU7KxU6pcxm37uTfiLe5ryRqhEiqG-K_qDDz-2UxgLwklk6aNk9RkoecWGwkGGfVptoHfUctTwDlcsfgWI2sCPLez2qc0Jnxw/s400/milkyway2_1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I've spent this week recovering from that vague, creeping solipsism that many of a certain age and seniority will experience from time to time - when work becomes sufficiently divorced from the meat and grind of production and one wonders if any of this is real or for what purpose those performance figures really serve, only a good holiday, or retirement will do.<br /><br />So this week during the day, I have climbed hills, rolled in grass, watched ants, played chess, draughts and scrabble, made Lego and pretend families with baby dolls. In the evening we've made dinner amongst other things, got drunk, smoked, read and slept.<br /><br />Monday was particularly memorable. Meg and I were watching crows circle the cottage during that short period after the sun has slipped under the horizon but still roasts it a deep orange. We hadn't spoken in a while, enjoying the sound of the birds, when the brightest meteor I have ever seen, shot over our heads from the north. It seemed so close (or large enough), that we could see the thing tumble and spin as it burned up in spectacular whites, blues and reds. For such a magnificent spectacle, oddly it made no sound. Meg was rapturous. She gasped, held her hands to her mouth before running inside screaming "MUMMY, MUMMY, we saw a shooting star!".<br /><br />How privileged I felt for being able to share that moment with my daughter.<br /><br />After she and Dom were put to bed, Miche & I lay down on the grass to watch the Milky Way emerge from behind the near stars and waited for the next Pleiades meteor. None came. The peak, apparently, would be Thursday when predictably, the sky would be full of rain cloud. Miche bored of her wait after a long while and left me with my camera to see what I could catch.<br /><br />This photo above is the fruits of my labour. 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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A new resident of one of our units who is proving rather popular. For obvious reasons.</div>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-55051856682207440432010-07-27T23:13:00.005+01:002010-07-28T08:33:36.739+01:00Material DelightsToday I have purchased my first DSLR camera. Some of you will appreciate the magnitude of this moment. Some of you may not. For those of you immune to this particular flavour of geek joy, please look away now.<br />
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I've acquired a Nikon D80, a Nikkor 70-300 zoom lens and a Sigma 18-55mm. My Sigma Ultra Wide 10-20mm Lens is in the post as I write.<br />
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This, you might have gathered, is some great wondrousness for me; A culmination of good saving and much hard graft.<br />
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Bear with me as I learn how to use the damned thing before I share my attempts at pretty pictures.jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-59475693564207745722010-07-20T13:29:00.005+01:002010-07-21T12:28:33.085+01:00Tinkering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cIzRRScrIQYBbAPEpsv930XKj4cDQ6cGYMOkQLxAQY3UGWKgmQc0teynec_9eKJADjQweXKqPwtvQNzI-6BhtUGQoUX8wzbJoqinWhAd93XcTiuFOya36NvVMqC41Ae5OG9jt6RT7uE/s1600/DSCF1002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cIzRRScrIQYBbAPEpsv930XKj4cDQ6cGYMOkQLxAQY3UGWKgmQc0teynec_9eKJADjQweXKqPwtvQNzI-6BhtUGQoUX8wzbJoqinWhAd93XcTiuFOya36NvVMqC41Ae5OG9jt6RT7uE/s400/DSCF1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495964731279895362" border="0" /></a>I hope you like the new template. Thought I'd furnish it with a pretty photo.jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-67476514439850139662010-07-19T20:20:00.013+01:002010-07-19T21:50:46.252+01:00Man 'o war?<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrej2zkLtKCOiW63pW4L43UZUOW4Lc5tAT-CmwOa6zNniyS1WY0k9Mb0FS5IvAHmd-geZlnyiDWP7pSu0m-jKTfDCWTWthcPt-L0L-YA2Mb6lIzIJkCL6hCx7vjKcIb-To6QEtAOhvdE/s1600/DSCF0709.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrej2zkLtKCOiW63pW4L43UZUOW4Lc5tAT-CmwOa6zNniyS1WY0k9Mb0FS5IvAHmd-geZlnyiDWP7pSu0m-jKTfDCWTWthcPt-L0L-YA2Mb6lIzIJkCL6hCx7vjKcIb-To6QEtAOhvdE/s400/DSCF0709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495700619288913138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It's quiet. So quiet in fact, that I can hear mains hum from a techno gizmo at the far end of the room. It's not an entirely unpleasant experience, given my frantic lifestyle of late, however it's completely alien. The kids are in bed, knackered after a weekend in the outdoors. My wife has followed their example.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm here, for once, wondering how to fill my time, and thought I should blog. I hope that there's still one or two of you with my feed in your reader. If so, hello! </div><div><br /></div><div>Please enjoy this jellyfish that we found in a rock pool at Bamburgh yesterday. I think it's a man-o-war (circa 3 inches diameter)? Apparently they're common in the south of England and are finding their way up north. Please correct me if I've got my species wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a video of it swimming complete with kid commentaryr;</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1AeeVmCqmQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1AeeVmCqmQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhxpqQyjb6X4YszbthgEADCHf5SxRFjYZ7f619KbJUoB3qSAUu08yQsgtfQ-BjEIZoHhpEdzRUEphy6E7KQxPb1xJgY1Jd5wYuvWQu3lNZwA1ISHSN-J9IOw74CvXqPeRCbhIJK4BCPQ/s1600/DSCF0663.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZhxpqQyjb6X4YszbthgEADCHf5SxRFjYZ7f619KbJUoB3qSAUu08yQsgtfQ-BjEIZoHhpEdzRUEphy6E7KQxPb1xJgY1Jd5wYuvWQu3lNZwA1ISHSN-J9IOw74CvXqPeRCbhIJK4BCPQ/s400/DSCF0663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495700638733672370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8JPRDNfTac0DHsmv77ShUvpknSSMcSQLScsjffUsb26_rl76WpdZUSLOMSK4FSCuK5N8L6TIWdJGCDAsLkeaLeCaqTxto2R5q7Nv5g2cg5FVTA6T3DC9rqK20EeEkYcZzcdNsx7jIqA/s1600/DSCF0673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8JPRDNfTac0DHsmv77ShUvpknSSMcSQLScsjffUsb26_rl76WpdZUSLOMSK4FSCuK5N8L6TIWdJGCDAsLkeaLeCaqTxto2R5q7Nv5g2cg5FVTA6T3DC9rqK20EeEkYcZzcdNsx7jIqA/s400/DSCF0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495700631224116594" /></a><br /><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>And these are Black Headed Gulls, yes? Greedy bastards either way. Nicked me sausage roll they did..jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-47675860995820881352009-12-24T19:44:00.004+00:002009-12-24T19:55:09.491+00:00Happy ChristmasAll the best to each and every one of you. You atheists, Christians, agnostics, Muslims, Jews, Hindus and all the other myriad tones of humanity. I wish you all well.<br /><br />Miche & I enjoy Christmas in the same way we do other annual events like Halloween, Guy Fawkes, birthdays and wedding anniversaries - they're each a reason to celebrate connection and being together.<br /><br />So, let me raise a glass to you, my blog friends, to wish you a Happy Christmas.jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-84245435941088887752009-11-21T18:03:00.005+00:002010-07-21T12:29:09.081+01:00So much to say and so little time to do so...<div>In the meantime, here's one of my favourite tracks this week. Perhaps you'll enjoy it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wolf Parade, I'll believe in anything</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10;" ><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pfPIPxhsnc&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6pfPIPxhsnc&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div><br /></div>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-14745453660990002252009-09-20T16:33:00.001+01:002009-09-20T16:33:51.013+01:00Shrooms<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYKmT3jbeMgksod6KdEo4UXviCTE_dcAaED8Y_Wn2tS8-AAShzQAbEIBwOZj203ftKq-X9M8xflzShv_6pz9WI2FyysSeUAOWtrMF1YhqGBS8gPhu9TBTJXeQ372t6P_OA1eAqOt6N5X0/s1600-h/P110809_11.35.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYKmT3jbeMgksod6KdEo4UXviCTE_dcAaED8Y_Wn2tS8-AAShzQAbEIBwOZj203ftKq-X9M8xflzShv_6pz9WI2FyysSeUAOWtrMF1YhqGBS8gPhu9TBTJXeQ372t6P_OA1eAqOt6N5X0/s400/P110809_11.35.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-15491403052635128142009-09-16T22:08:00.006+01:002009-09-16T22:42:40.328+01:00St Therese<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuniZMXlD1VruK8C-YNHcac91YsFEfEOM0Vg4_ZrNE0TUohE4vyqdsvtkHA-qYe_0A1PjMrWU_-NouKi2jRXccXp4v3YSfcUuYGMopY0D_jJedC-5ffHV3Fv3hE8ziZKape4joQ44kBmg/s1600-h/st-therese-of-lisieux-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuniZMXlD1VruK8C-YNHcac91YsFEfEOM0Vg4_ZrNE0TUohE4vyqdsvtkHA-qYe_0A1PjMrWU_-NouKi2jRXccXp4v3YSfcUuYGMopY0D_jJedC-5ffHV3Fv3hE8ziZKape4joQ44kBmg/s400/st-therese-of-lisieux-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382180461868447522" border="0" /></a><br />In what circumstance, other than in the name of God, could dragging the decayed remains of a consumptive 24 year old woman around the UK be considered socially acceptable?<br /><br />A shin bone and some from her feet will be taken to 28 sites over the coming months. Those that have arranged this macabre spectacle are expecting large crowds, as her remains allegedly promote "healing and reconciliation".<br /><br />St Therese's potent posthumus power was harnessed seven years ago, when her patella, phalanges and left thigh were brough to Baghdad to prevent the Iraq conflict. <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8258074.stm">To good effect, of course</a>.<br /><br />It does make one wonder. It really does...jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-38408474885401266832009-08-09T10:11:00.003+01:002009-08-09T18:49:45.110+01:00Still very much alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHorihrIhlD6XoaNtpDlRDvWNNkmn-Q9qYu6j0XTAtWNjZ-mAHSTQaJqKOJmKo8hGwqGi9c32qjzEouhBaBwhyQpOrYIpjxT0ldMHmJdPNjJzSvGlti9Gcnu3_7kI2DUuhzwjm6zjJ0WI/s1600-h/P070809_13.49%5B01%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHorihrIhlD6XoaNtpDlRDvWNNkmn-Q9qYu6j0XTAtWNjZ-mAHSTQaJqKOJmKo8hGwqGi9c32qjzEouhBaBwhyQpOrYIpjxT0ldMHmJdPNjJzSvGlti9Gcnu3_7kI2DUuhzwjm6zjJ0WI/s400/P070809_13.49%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367889447329483922" border="0" /></a>I haven't died. Neither have I stopped blogging. You could say that life has been a bit mental of late. Also, my camera is broken, which means I'm reduced to cellphone crappery and this is not funny.<br /><br />Thankfully, I'm on holiday for a fortnight. We split last week between the <a href="http://sansgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-can-dream.html">beloved little cottage on the hill</a> and our new caravan. This was nice. Next week, I shall be mostly camping with the kids whilst mother rests at home.<br /><br />I can feel the urge to blog ripening ready for my return. So do bear with me, dear reader.jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-41070637969646081902009-05-25T19:15:00.003+01:002009-05-25T19:23:22.408+01:00Glorious<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-Q98mxD9sR2l5E9GaWBrJPp1p9vAArjjL4Wt3b8e5-FfzdswjKSxHFb7qq4aJwdy8NLlP0Bh5W-FPFhd0u9cy8z_9OzURGmZVtAFkL8JceSH2mUwXscEkUF5TXF6pRhTCELwjXsG1Uc/s1600-h/DSCF7820.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-Q98mxD9sR2l5E9GaWBrJPp1p9vAArjjL4Wt3b8e5-FfzdswjKSxHFb7qq4aJwdy8NLlP0Bh5W-FPFhd0u9cy8z_9OzURGmZVtAFkL8JceSH2mUwXscEkUF5TXF6pRhTCELwjXsG1Uc/s400/DSCF7820.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Pretty much the perfect weekend.jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-78334737722662389562009-05-19T21:54:00.006+01:002009-05-19T22:01:40.316+01:00The bleating of an old man<p>It’s the pope’s fault that I’m slowly turning into my father – old curmudgeon that he is. </p> <p>You see, <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/8041421.stm" target="_blank">the grand wizard pontiff warned Muslim leaders recently</a> not to misuse religion for political means. Which was a bit rich, to say the least. Before I knew it, I was shouting at the telly again.</p> <p>I mean really, when has the Catholic Church ever restricted its meddling? Given the slightest chance, it interferes in all manner of things. Take their ‘loving and omnipotent’ god for a start, who, despite being responsible for our entire universe, would still like to micro-manage your sex life. </p> <p>Only as a tactic of retreat has the Church ever attempted to restrict its interference. As it continues its inexorable decline into irrelevance for the vast majority of us, many factions of the church have retreated into the unfalsifiable territory of ‘Spirituality’ and become nothing more than a pathetic foe to the relentless force of rationality, science and human learning.</p> <p>Yet the pope still pontificates upon morality like it’s his God given right to do so. Seriously, it boils my piss. </p> <p>When it comes to the moral teachings of Christianity, or any religion for that matter, they are largely uncontroversial because almost any moral system must find a place for their tenets: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethic_of_reciprocity#Religion_and_philosophy" target="_blank">Do to others as you would have them do to you</a>, try to be honest, peaceful and considerate whenever you can.</p> <p>Moral content peculiar to religion however, is invariably perverse, twisted and bizarre. Perhaps they are of their time – a one of violence, pestilence and poverty. Nevertheless, I struggle to understand why <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unclean_animals" target="_blank">considering the Cormorant, Lapwing or Weasel unclean</a> conferred any advantage to the faithful.</p> <p>Religion offers nothing of specific value any more. What it does offer, distinct from other, rational codes of morality is miserable, sick and something we can do without, quite frankly.</p> <p>Now mother, where did I leave my slippers?</p>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-17423398599329381842009-05-10T21:53:00.043+01:002009-06-01T15:57:18.470+01:00Roadside Porn<p>It saddens me how risk averse we’ve become as a society. Take cycle helmets for example. When I was a kid, we would rampage around town and country, helmetless and carefree with our hair flowing in the wind. Yes, some of us died from horrific head injuries, but the vast majority of us lived to tell the tale. </p> <p>Oh how I miss my hair.</p> <p>When I was eleven or so, I would spend long summer days with Taff, as he was called back then, on account of his Welsh parents, cycling all over town and not one person worried about our lack of protective headgear.</p> <p>One of these wholesome days became a rite of sexual passage, when we discovered a discarded porno mag beside the road - the first I’d ever seen.</p> <p>We scampered underneath a nearby motorway bridge to thumb through the rain wizened mag for gentlemen who appreciate jazz. I sat on it each time a car went past.</p> <p>We giggled at the uncomfortable positions the models made with their “blow up doll” mouths and were secretly grateful for the diffusive power of humour. But my, how those beautiful women stirred me. How they mesmerised me as they stared out from the page right into my eyes - begging me to do things I did not fully understand.</p> <p>We hid the magazine within a gap in the concrete bridge and made a spit on palm brotherhood pact not to return to the sequestered porno until the next day when we’d bring a bag to smuggle it into our bedrooms. Then went home for tea.</p> <p>I sat at the dining table that evening cross legged, mind full of sumptuous breasts and underwear. Mother's mince pie no longer held the same attraction as it had. My internal battle to put the thing out of my mind was unbearable.</p> <p>Ultimately, hormones got the better of me and I found myself pedaling full tilt back to the bridge in the evening sun. Fuck friendship I thought – this is important.</p> <p>I rode past Taff, the bastard, cycling red faced and breathless in the opposite direction back into town. He even pretended not to see me. The fucker had a back pack on. It was then that I discovered that all’s fair in love, war and masturbation.</p> <p>Which is another thing to lament. Because of our great, private Internet, there’s no need for paper based filth to be thrown out of car windows any more. I had built up a rather formidable collection of ‘road kill’ in my unconnected youth and regret that young men have lost this healthy incentive to cycle miles in the country.</p><p>These days I spend a lot of time running along roads trying to delay middle aged spread and haven’t come across porn for many years. Not that I’m still collecting, you understand. It’s just that I find it a sign of these modern times.</p> <p>This morning as I ran, I noticed the paucity of jazz as usual, along with the plethora of beer cans, McDonalds and cigarette packs, but also plant pots, oddly. Eight of them in all - dispersed across six miles of roadside. They were each the black, thin plastic ones you get from the garden centre designed to take home your plant before being discarded once you’ve placed it in your border.</p> <p>When I was old enough to cruise around in cars and throw stuff out of windows nonchalantly, I was more likely to smoke pot than to re-pot my begonias in the back seat.</p> <p>The youth of today are very odd.</p> <p>Wankers, you might say.</p>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-32220958742651626732009-05-04T14:45:00.000+01:002009-05-04T14:47:24.084+01:00Crystal Horse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2pXW1utxWdy5zC2wMffo1NE1CBWPx43C3-HWvkRdZkqzcjV08EH_5TEylHgeT32TjWvGcsNtvk00Zh2TtEMwNjKQOfSoNmWOfqZ80sMuIHnND51VmHkG36oqdbLLIK6um1EpGgolzXk/s1600-h/DSCF7756.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2pXW1utxWdy5zC2wMffo1NE1CBWPx43C3-HWvkRdZkqzcjV08EH_5TEylHgeT32TjWvGcsNtvk00Zh2TtEMwNjKQOfSoNmWOfqZ80sMuIHnND51VmHkG36oqdbLLIK6um1EpGgolzXk/s400/DSCF7756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331964965087074258" border="0" /></a>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-13282852548117309032009-04-20T22:36:00.010+01:002009-05-10T19:34:35.127+01:00Old demo memeIn the same week that my Father cleared his loft and stumbled across a box of tapes upon which I'd captured my frantic pubescent strummings, an old friend, via <a href="http://www.facebook.com/">myface</a>, sent me a long forgotten demo from the early nineties that we believed at the time would change our lives.<br /><br />This sent me upon an archivist's quest to digitise all the shite I've created over the years - C90s, Tascam 4 tracks and what not. Just like family photos, old shite appreciates in value over time. Historical significance overtakes artistic merit, you could say.<br /><br />So, I'm going to post select songs that I've written, in reverse chronological order, from my early twenties to early teens (1980's) here over the next few weeks. Not only to exorcise old demons, but to encourage <a href="http://mojoey.blogspot.com/2006/09/join-mojoeys-atheist-blogroll.html">Atheist Blogroll</a> members to do the same. There's nothing like listening to your old demos for a bit of drunken nostalgia...<br /><br />So, here's the first song of the demo, funnily enough called Faith.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&external_url=http://www.mhne.co.uk/files/faith.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="300" height="52"></embed><br /><br />Be nice, post your own demo and tell us about it. You will be reassured upon listening to this track, that standards can be very much improved upon...jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150670299444200192.post-39805402996565520192009-04-15T20:15:00.001+01:002009-04-15T20:18:25.902+01:00Bits of train<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinaz44L-4wSNo58h2XjlwbpMNWe84u2CQcSa6jehHhRrTVADLu5hsSv349hbRoyboeSLG2UlqqUjyUbxmhp5syOIjMh5HIVXuLAKyDLEyCAnUqwBTBPib4YQVFJYqZgeFpsYMwnH8mpP4/s1600-h/DSCF7614.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinaz44L-4wSNo58h2XjlwbpMNWe84u2CQcSa6jehHhRrTVADLu5hsSv349hbRoyboeSLG2UlqqUjyUbxmhp5syOIjMh5HIVXuLAKyDLEyCAnUqwBTBPib4YQVFJYqZgeFpsYMwnH8mpP4/s400/DSCF7614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324999309497628562" border="0" /></a>jamonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18272740536152837140noreply@blogger.com2