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This is my personal blog which I began in February 2001. I called it The Obvious? when I wrote anonymously and chose the name to reflect the fact I have to overcome my inhibitions about stating the obvious!

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Monday
Jan282002

Jeff's thinking too much..... Sometimes

Jeff's thinking too much.....
Sometimes I think the most powerful force in the universe is love.

Sometimes I think the most powerful force in the universe is loneliness.

Sometimes I think too much.

Sometimes I feel too much

I can’t honestly think of a time that I stopped thinking or feeling.

I can’t think of a time when I wasn’t thinking about love or loneliness.

Sometimes, I’d like to get out of the memory business.

from visible darkness

Monday
Jan282002

Jeff's thinking too much..... Sometimes

Jeff's thinking too much.....
Sometimes I think the most powerful force in the universe is love.

Sometimes I think the most powerful force in the universe is loneliness.

Sometimes I think too much.

Sometimes I feel too much

I can’t honestly think of a time that I stopped thinking or feeling.

I can’t think of a time when I wasn’t thinking about love or loneliness.

Sometimes, I’d like to get out of the memory business.

from visible darkness

Sunday
Jan272002

Big questions My daughter spent

Big questions
My daughter spent much of the weekend pondering life's greatest questions -

Why do we die Daddy?
Where do we go when we die Daddy?
Who is god Daddy?
What does god sound like Daddy?
What happens to your bones when you die Daddy?
I don't want to go to heaven.... can I come back with you and Mummy and Hannah Daddy?

I'm worn out.....

....and she's only four for goodness sake!

Sunday
Jan272002

Big questions My daughter spent

Big questions
My daughter spent much of the weekend pondering life's greatest questions -

Why do we die Daddy?
Where do we go when we die Daddy?
Who is god Daddy?
What does god sound like Daddy?
What happens to your bones when you die Daddy?
I don't want to go to heaven.... can I come back with you and Mummy and Hannah Daddy?

I'm worn out.....

....and she's only four for goodness sake!

Sunday
Jan272002

Big questions My daughter spent

Big questions
My daughter spent much of the weekend pondering life's greatest questions -

Why do we die Daddy?
Where do we go when we die Daddy?
Who is god Daddy?
What does god sound like Daddy?
What happens to your bones when you die Daddy?
I don't want to go to heaven.... can I come back with you and Mummy and Hannah Daddy?

I'm worn out.....

....and she's only four for goodness sake!

Thursday
Jan242002

On a good day I

On a good day I can glimmer now and then......
What is a "glimmer"? Less than a notion or a guess, it is closer to an "evanescent intuition," to an "obscure intimation." Let us say that it exists–derives from and goes back to–in a different realm: that of "Flicker/Flutter." Observe it then as real or imagined in the dynamics of time itself: Not Yet…Not Quite…No Longer. Join the "not yet" with the elusive, but sturdy AS IF, and we may have a bridge between Appearance & Reality. So our "glimmering" shuttles between the realms of the tangible/visible/expressible–and the intangible/invisible/inexpressible. The particular glimmer then hovers on the edge of perceiving, sensing, knowing. Peripheral to vision, we may on occasion: "dream it into being." But its basic nature is to be most often irretrievable.

from The Book of Glimmers at about the word via riley dog

Thursday
Jan242002

On a good day I

On a good day I can glimmer now and then......
What is a "glimmer"? Less than a notion or a guess, it is closer to an "evanescent intuition," to an "obscure intimation." Let us say that it exists–derives from and goes back to–in a different realm: that of "Flicker/Flutter." Observe it then as real or imagined in the dynamics of time itself: Not Yet…Not Quite…No Longer. Join the "not yet" with the elusive, but sturdy AS IF, and we may have a bridge between Appearance & Reality. So our "glimmering" shuttles between the realms of the tangible/visible/expressible–and the intangible/invisible/inexpressible. The particular glimmer then hovers on the edge of perceiving, sensing, knowing. Peripheral to vision, we may on occasion: "dream it into being." But its basic nature is to be most often irretrievable.

from The Book of Glimmers at about the word via riley dog

Thursday
Jan242002

On a good day I

On a good day I can glimmer now and then......
What is a "glimmer"? Less than a notion or a guess, it is closer to an "evanescent intuition," to an "obscure intimation." Let us say that it exists–derives from and goes back to–in a different realm: that of "Flicker/Flutter." Observe it then as real or imagined in the dynamics of time itself: Not Yet…Not Quite…No Longer. Join the "not yet" with the elusive, but sturdy AS IF, and we may have a bridge between Appearance & Reality. So our "glimmering" shuttles between the realms of the tangible/visible/expressible–and the intangible/invisible/inexpressible. The particular glimmer then hovers on the edge of perceiving, sensing, knowing. Peripheral to vision, we may on occasion: "dream it into being." But its basic nature is to be most often irretrievable.

from The Book of Glimmers at about the word via riley dog

Wednesday
Jan232002

Succour for gloomy bloggers He

Succour for gloomy bloggers
He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.

�� -- Joyce, Dubliners, "A Little Cloud" via wood s lot

Wednesday
Jan232002

Succour for gloomy bloggers He

Succour for gloomy bloggers
He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.

�� -- Joyce, Dubliners, "A Little Cloud" via wood s lot

Wednesday
Jan232002

Succour for gloomy bloggers He

Succour for gloomy bloggers
He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.

�� -- Joyce, Dubliners, "A Little Cloud" via wood s lot

Sunday
Jan202002

One small step? Some time

One small step?
Some time ago, here in London, there was a series of adverts on The Underground for an exhibition commemorating the Holocaust. The image used on the posters, a huge pile of abandoned shoes belonging to the victims, has always struck a powerful cord with me. The image of normal, everyday artefacts imbued with horrific meaning is all the more powerful for its mundanity.

Maybe for related reasons I always find my daughter's abandoned shoes equally poignant. I don't quite no why. Maybe it is the mundanity, the everydayness of the image combined with its inanimate state - the life she gives the shoes isn't there - her "path" isn't being walked.

It is such a small step...to no step......

Sunday
Jan202002

One small step? Some time

One small step?
Some time ago, here in London, there was a series of adverts on The Underground for an exhibition commemorating the Holocaust. The image used on the posters, a huge pile of abandoned shoes belonging to the victims, has always struck a powerful cord with me. The image of normal, everyday artefacts imbued with horrific meaning is all the more powerful for its mundanity.

Maybe for related reasons I always find my daughter's abandoned shoes equally poignant. I don't quite no why. Maybe it is the mundanity, the everydayness of the image combined with its inanimate state - the life she gives the shoes isn't there - her "path" isn't being walked.

It is such a small step...to no step......

Sunday
Jan202002

One small step? Some time

One small step?
Some time ago, here in London, there was a series of adverts on The Underground for an exhibition commemorating the Holocaust. The image used on the posters, a huge pile of abandoned shoes belonging to the victims, has always struck a powerful cord with me. The image of normal, everyday artefacts imbued with horrific meaning is all the more powerful for its mundanity.

Maybe for related reasons I always find my daughter's abandoned shoes equally poignant. I don't quite no why. Maybe it is the mundanity, the everydayness of the image combined with its inanimate state - the life she gives the shoes isn't there - her "path" isn't being walked.

It is such a small step...to no step......

Sunday
Jan202002

Truth and Jaguars The combination

Truth and Jaguars
The combination of my post on truth yesterday and Chris Locke's EGR post on black holes, depression and the breath of jaguars got me thinking.

My sense of happiness is so linked in with my inherited sense of good and bad. I have so many wonderful things in my life, my wife, my kids, where I live, where I work, my health, my skills...and on and on....and yet, if I feel I have been bad, I can obsess about what is wrong in my life. I filter out anything positive and home in on the negative like a heat seeking missile.

I have read dozens of books on how to be different and do try at an intellectual level. But deep down, at a soul level, there are still the same old scripts running..... good - bad, success - failure, all or nothing.

There are some big lessons I am here to learn. There are days I get close to learning them and then pull back. Why do I keep pulling back? It's like there is a big lesson on the way and I'm waiting for it....

Sunday
Jan202002

Truth and Jaguars The combination

Truth and Jaguars
The combination of my post on truth yesterday and Chris Locke's EGR post on black holes, depression and the breath of jaguars got me thinking.

My sense of happiness is so linked in with my inherited sense of good and bad. I have so many wonderful things in my life, my wife, my kids, where I live, where I work, my health, my skills...and on and on....and yet, if I feel I have been bad, I can obsess about what is wrong in my life. I filter out anything positive and home in on the negative like a heat seeking missile.

I have read dozens of books on how to be different and do try at an intellectual level. But deep down, at a soul level, there are still the same old scripts running..... good - bad, success - failure, all or nothing.

There are some big lessons I am here to learn. There are days I get close to learning them and then pull back. Why do I keep pulling back? It's like there is a big lesson on the way and I'm waiting for it....

Sunday
Jan202002

Truth and Jaguars The combination

Truth and Jaguars
The combination of my post on truth yesterday and Chris Locke's EGR post on black holes, depression and the breath of jaguars got me thinking.

My sense of happiness is so linked in with my inherited sense of good and bad. I have so many wonderful things in my life, my wife, my kids, where I live, where I work, my health, my skills...and on and on....and yet, if I feel I have been bad, I can obsess about what is wrong in my life. I filter out anything positive and home in on the negative like a heat seeking missile.

I have read dozens of books on how to be different and do try at an intellectual level. But deep down, at a soul level, there are still the same old scripts running..... good - bad, success - failure, all or nothing.

There are some big lessons I am here to learn. There are days I get close to learning them and then pull back. Why do I keep pulling back? It's like there is a big lesson on the way and I'm waiting for it....

Saturday
Jan192002

The spirit of blogging? Listen

The spirit of blogging?

Listen attentively, and above all, remember that true tales are meant to be transmitted. To keep them to oneself is to betray them.

Elie Wiesel via synergy

Saturday
Jan192002

The spirit of blogging? Listen

The spirit of blogging?

Listen attentively, and above all, remember that true tales are meant to be transmitted. To keep them to oneself is to betray them.

Elie Wiesel via synergy

Saturday
Jan192002

The spirit of blogging? Listen

The spirit of blogging?

Listen attentively, and above all, remember that true tales are meant to be transmitted. To keep them to oneself is to betray them.

Elie Wiesel via synergy