I was part of the inaugural Speakeasy at the SELAR. Here's an edited version of that night.
Should we expand our lexis for how we realise our cities? As far as I'm aware, the shapes on the pavement caused by light reflected from nearby buildings doesn't have a name. The sun hits the glass and reflects back down onto the pavement a ghostly distorted image of the glass from which it is reflected. Mostly unnoticed, it is an echo of how our cities are built.
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I broke the duck and feathered my cap with this. I stood in front of some people and said these things and I think it all went swimmingly. Their various noises didn't betray their thoughts so it was hard to tell really. Not sure what else to say but maybe this from Cryptoforests "Psychologically the forest has always been an upsetting force, a place of oppressing loneliness and deep silence, a territory of unspeakable dangers and dark secrets; it is where the witches live and the outlaws hide and where, following Joseph Conrad, an implacable force broods over inscrutable intentions."
I went for a drink with a good friend last night. Amongst other things, we spoke about an Electric Universe and he asked me about this business here. I said I hadn't really done much. Time. Inclination. Sheepishness. etc etc. But then, I found this.
I'm a little bit obsessed by the weather. I have a little book of clouds which I sometimes flick through. Even though I am content with a good curdling cumulonimbus, I will look in this book at noctilucent clouds, Kelvin-Helmholtz or orographic lenticular clouds, and I will wonder if one day I will ever see them in the sky.
Experiments are usually done in laboratories behind closed doors as they have the propensity to explode. In your face. So, stand back, here’s an exploding experiment in Flash Fiction. It’s short and it’s sweet. It can be read in about 5 minute or less. I may walk away with my face all sooty, my hair blown backwards and my glasses on wonky, but hey.