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The Currency of Ordinary Lives

Field Notes from The Old Mint, Southam I went out for a short wisdom walk this afternoon. Nothing grand. No pilgrimage. No mountain path. Just enough movement to loosen the mind and let a little air into the machinery. Walking does that for me. It opens a space in which thoughts can arrive without being summoned. They come sideways, through the body, through rhythm, through the simple fact of moving forward while not necessarily trying to get anywhere. The day was so good that it felt almost rude not to stop for a pint. So I did. At The Old

July 23, 2026 No Comments

The Grid and the Ghost: A Soft-Cyborg’s Guide to Psyche and Soul

(1) The Linguistic Stutter The cursor on my screen is a rhythmic, glowing pulse. It is the heartbeat of a binary ghost, a small white rectangle of light that blinks with the mechanical patience of an entity that never sleeps. I sit here in the quiet hours, a “soft-cyborg” tethered to a vast network of information, and I type a sentence that feels like a confession: I am all about Psyche and Soul. To the grammarian, I have just committed a redundant sin. To the etymologist, I am stuttering in public. If we look at the Greek roots, psukhē translates

July 20, 2026 No Comments

The Horizon

I’m standing in a field looking towards the horizon. It occurs to me that I’ve spent a lifetime doing this. Different fields. Different coastlines. Different countries. Different versions of myself, always finding a line where earth gives itself over to sky. The horizon is a peculiar thing. It promises distance while refusing arrival. However far you walk, it quietly withdraws, asking nothing except that you keep going. For reasons I can’t quite explain, the Oracle from The Matrix wanders into the field with me. Not the whole scene. Just one line. “I thought you’d have figured that out by now.“

July 16, 2026 No Comments

The Door, the Black Hole, and the Trace: Notes on Obscurity

(1) The door opens I keep thinking about a passage I read recently: “Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.” I like the mystery of it. The unknown is a black hole, a dragon, a grey man living a grey life. It whispers: “You’ll die in obscurity. You’ll leave no trace that you ever existed. You have won no awards. You’ve made no impact. You’re gone tomorrow just like that.” I hang onto the idea that people

July 15, 2026 No Comments

What the Street Was Certain Of

The morning began with a quiet decision to let the town rearrange itself around me.1 I had spent the weekend building two small dérive apps. Nothing polished, just enough to nudge my attention sideways. And now, standing at the edge of Leamington Spa, I wanted to see what they would do to a place I thought I knew. Twenty-six years of walking these streets had given me a practical map: the shortcuts, the shops I relied on, the routes that got me from one thing to the next without fuss. But the apps didn’t care about any of that. They

July 13, 2026 No Comments

Deciding in the Dark

The person who most needs to change is usually the last person who can accurately judge what the change will ask of them. I keep coming back to this because it sits underneath almost every serious conversation about inner work. Someone arrives at the edge of a change. A burnt-out executive who can no longer pretend the old success story is enough. A trainer wondering what their practice becomes in an AI-shaped world. A person who has carried the same story about themselves for so long that it has started to feel less like a story and more like the

July 9, 2026 No Comments

Vaporwave and the Ghosts of the Future We Were Sold

I’ve been thinking about vaporwave as more than an internet aesthetic. Yes, it gives us the pink neon, the Greek busts, the dead malls, the Japanese text, the VHS blur, the Windows 95 ghosts, and the palm trees under impossible sunsets. But beneath all that surface noise, something stranger is happening. Vaporwave feels like a walk through the ruins of a future we once believed in. The smooth corporate dream. The frictionless lifestyle. The shopping mall as a public square. The early internet as a frontier. The screen as a doorway. The brand as an identity. The promise that technology

July 7, 2026 No Comments

If Your Log Is Still in the Bog

I have made a public service announcement for the modern age. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know that it’s not about AI or about the collapse of Western civilization or the latest release of the iphone. No. This one concerns the ancient human problem of what happens when someone leaves the loo in a condition that suggests the next visitor may need counseling. I went camping this past weekend up north near the Wyre River. I’ve spent enough time in campsite toilet blocks to know that civilisation is not held together by constitutions, parliaments, or leadership frameworks. It’s held

July 7, 2026 1 Comment

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I’m back inside Tarot of Self-Discovery: A Jungian Guide to Tarot for Therapy, Inner Healing, and Personal Growth, and I can feel why the psychological approach to tarot keeps calling me. It gives me a language I trust. Tarot, in this frame, is not about predicting the future or handing my authority over to a deck of cards. It is a way of working with symbol, image, projection, shadow, inner dialogue, and the strange intelligence of the unconscious. The cards give form to things that often move below the level of ordinary speech. That part feels right to me. But

June 29, 2026 No Comments

I finished reading Rebecca Blood‘s book, The Weblog Handbook: Practical Advice on Creating and Maintaining Your Blog. The book may be obsolete in its instructions, but not in its philosophy. That often happens with books written before a medium becomes an industry. They describe a culture before it becomes a market. What I found myself responding to wasn’t the “how to blog” advice. It was, why did weblogging exist in the first place? Back in the early 2000s, a weblog wasn’t primarily a content strategy or a personal brand. It was more like an intellectual commonplace book opened to the

June 28, 2026 No Comments

Decentralised leadership is surprisingly simple: Leadership is not about holding responsibility. It’s about continually distributing it. Jonas Gröner’s essay adds an important nuance, though. Distribution isn’t dumping tasks onto people. It’s creating conditions where others can genuinely grow into responsibility. A distilled version might look like this: Decentralised leadership is… In one sentence A decentralized leader works to become progressively less indispensable while making the community progressively more capable. The idea that struck me most in the piece wasn’t actually decentralisation itself. It was his redefinition of success: A successful group is one where the passing on of knowledge, responsibility,

June 28, 2026 No Comments

Once upon a time, I was a news junkie. Devouring multiple newspapers and magazines. I wanted to know what was happening in the world. Partly because of my job — I was an infantry officer — and partly because I just liked knowing what was going on in the world. Then something changed. The business model incentives shifted toward engagement instead of accuracy. Headlines became optimised for reaction, not information. The work of explaining the world gave way to keeping us agitated enough to keep on clicking. Journalism’s Logical Fallacy

June 27, 2026 No Comments

I like this Kurt Vonnegut quote: “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” Who are you pretending to be? That’s an honest question. Approach the answer with brutal honesty and you’ll be surprised by what you discover. And let me tell you, it’s a hard question to answer. Your defensive system will kick in almost immediately with, “I’m not pretending to be anyone; I’m just me. Straight up!” Push a little harder. Oh, why do I ask myself such brutal questions on a Saturday?

June 27, 2026 No Comments

5am on a Saturday morning. I see this view every day, but today the cloud formation caught my attention. Prospects of a new day.

June 27, 2026 No Comments

We’re behind enemy lines now. Big tech. Algorithmic feeds. Scrolling culture. Newsletters. Inboxes. Synthetic sludge. If we want the signal to travel, we have to be willing to disrupt the pattern wherever people already are. The Monk still wants everything to be pristine. He remembers the old web, where people came to your site, bookmarked it, subscribed to it by choice, and came back every day to see what new thing you posted. Part of him still believes that if the hearth is warm enough, people will find their way back to it. But the habits have changed. Readers and

June 26, 2026 1 Comment

going crazy from the heat…i’m on my way down to All Saints Church in Sutton Courtenay for the #1984symposium and to pay homage to Eric Arthur Blair, aka George Orwell. As I make the pilgrimage down to Sutton Courtenay, what I’m holding in my mind is this: Orwell didn’t predict the future. What he did do was give us names to patterns that recur whenever power seeks to dominate perception: Telescreen• Contemporary echo: smartphones, smart devices, CCTV, digital surveillance Newspeak• Contemporary echo: euphemism, jargon, slogan-thinking, language control Doublethink• Contemporary echo: ideological contradiction, tribal cognition Memory hole• Contemporary echo: deleted records,

June 25, 2026 No Comments

If you want to get a taste of what we gave up when we sold our souls to social media platforms for convenience and “reach,” read Rebecca Blood’s The Weblog Handbook: Practical Advice on Creating and Maintaining Your Blog. There’s no going back, for sure, at least not physically, but maybe philosophically. Mentally and spiritually, you could find your way back. Just saying…

June 25, 2026 No Comments

You will have the whole spectrum of experience at your fingertips, not as some tidy menu of moods, but as a roaring carnival of sensation, memory, dream, dread, hunger, laughter, grief, lust, silence, and starlight. You will be able to wander from the first spark of desire to the last breath of surrender, from the mud of the body to the outer rings of imagination, from the old gods whispering in the basement to the unborn versions of yourself knocking on the roof. Every door will open. Behind one, childhood.Behind another, apocalypse.Behind another, a jazz band made of ghosts playing

June 11, 2026 No Comments

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hotel bar sessions

my new favourite podcast. one bartender. three philosophers. serving straight shots of insight directly to your earbuds.

January 4, 2025 No Comments

started reading some of Charles Olson’s work

started reading some of Charles Olson’s work.

December 28, 2024 No Comments

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