…trying to capture the essence of your life in a form that can be experienced by another, is one of the most interesting technological challenges in the world.

Venkatesh Rao

“Mum, passing me a small parcel wrapped in Xmas paper: ‘I didn’t get you anything for Xmas.’

Me: ‘What’s this then?’

Mum: ‘Oh, just socks.’”

Louder than words

We are all consciously or unconsciously re-enacting previous unresolved experiences of loss, or absence, of relationships. These disappointments evoke in us resentment and anger, which control us until we can forgive - to see the victim in the perpetrator.

We remain victims all the while we are unable to forgive, and all the while we are unable to let people into our inner worlds of pain - to protect ourselves from breakdown, but also to protect other people from this part of our experience for fear of what it will do to them, and how they will react to us.

Wife: “I don’t like the words. I don’t like the music. You sound like a hooligan. I couldn’t care less about fucking Jimmy Carter.”

Wife says we should have named our cat Bjork.

Because she’s small, cute and makes funny noises.

Any mention of ‘baboon’ always reminds me of Stephen K Amos’s hilarious skit.