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Planning is Everything

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On this day of days, there’s no point in looking back on the mess that was last year. Find a large bottle of alcohol and create your own Indian smoke tent or find an Irish bar, same thing really. It’s all about imagining, visualising, preparedness. The next year is going to be great. Great craic, Great War, great hunger, great invention, great something or other. It always is.

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Written by dwyersean

December 31, 2013 at 1:47 pm

Realignment

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Realignment

Facebook, two weeks from now and my account will be deleted. Linkd In is next. My blackened toes and moments of clarity in-between evenings imbibing cans of Devils Bit have brought me to the simple and sweeping realization. Now is now, now is gone. Now is now. Everything hinges on now.

It’s Ok…

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It’s ok to eat baked beans. It’s ok to eat pasta and cheese. It’s ok to eat plain toast, drink black coffee, tea with milk. It’s ok. It’s ok to eat in your car, walk in the park, watch people passing by. It’s ok to window shop. It’s ok. It’s ok to aspire, it’s ok to play monopoly. It’s ok to have a trade, an education, a work ethic. It’s ok. Sometimes enough is enough. It’s ok to value your health. It’s ok to be imperfect. It’s ok.

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Written by dwyersean

April 13, 2013 at 11:11 am

An Experiment

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So here’s the thing. The kids are growing up, and, well, Dad is falling behind. How do you strike a spark in the 5 year old mind. He wanted an experiment, and the simplest one was provided by YouTube. Put baking soda in a small bottle and then chuck in vinegar and a n alkaline base reaction occurs releasing CO2. So we completed this by placing a balloon over the bottle and inflating the balloon with CO2. It took a few tries, and it was messy, but we got it in the end. The real experiment had yet to begin!
I filled the second balloon with air and the we compared how they fell. The balloon with CO2 consistently fell faster than the balloon filled with air. By this simple device I could explain gravity, and invisible gases to my son. Complex but easily explained in the end.

Written by dwyersean

February 2, 2013 at 12:35 am

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Fiddle

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Written by dwyersean

December 4, 2012 at 9:57 am

Running, The Four Stages

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Stage 1. Oh my God I can’t breath, I’m going to die.
Stage 2. This is good! Damn I’m injured.
Stage 3. Still feckin’ injured. I must search for the ‘Cure.’
Stage 7. Running Nirvana.

There are Stages 4, 5, and 6 but most folks jump those and bounce back to Stage 1. Stages 4 through to 6 are are stages one must find out for one’s self

There’s also the Horror Stage, usually after several gallons of the Devil’s milk. But it can occur at any stage. Of course…

Written by dwyersean

November 1, 2012 at 9:44 pm

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The Blank Page

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The problem with a blank page is that it is blank. It is noticed only if one decides that it needs to be filled. Then the task is simple. Fill the page.

How should one approach this? Should one use blocks of colour or apply charcoal and sketch? One could write a poem or glue Autumnal leaves in their ever brown decay, on the page.

A blank page is infinite in it’s possibilities. Indeed, if one were to perform calculus on the page, one might never even get to the end. There are an infinite number of points between the beginning and the end. Is there an end?

Now, the blank page is the potential of infinite possibilities and the filled page is the actuality of possibility ad infinitum, described. Truth or untruth?

I draw on my memory, as if assembling thin delicate threads to weave an image, delicate as a spiders web, caught in the evening light.

The night dew has decended and the web is damaged. Nothing is ever perfect. No matter, function does rule form. We come to love form for it’s reliability, it ability, it’s love of use, our need for work, to be sustained, to bring sustenance.

And so the blank page, brings hope. It is alive with possibility, and like the common garden spider, we cast out the work, and hope that what is cast will net a reward.

Fill the page.

Written by dwyersean

July 11, 2012 at 11:16 pm