I finished that bit on
Le Corbusier, the godfather of Modernist architecture. When I said the bit would be more serious and more absurd than last week’s post, I was half-right.
“Absurd? I’ll take ma open haun off yer face, Sonny Jim.”
Sure, some nuggets of truth are hidden among the 6m 40s of
A Story Is A Machine For Living In, but there are plenty of nuggets of sweet absurdity to keep folks engaged.
This got me to thinking about how, sometimes, the medium is the message.
[ Talking about absurdity, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Gold Strikes
We’re thinking of going to pick up a new desk tomorrow. One of those ones that incorporates the wall into its structure, and folds flat into the wall when it’s not in use.
“Calm down, dear. You’re getting a bit ‘ A Room of My Own‘”
Sorry, Michael. I’m going somewhere with this.
[ Find out if I’m bluffing below. But first, check out the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Open Hand
I don’t write about
football here very often.
Long-Suffering Readers celebrate that fact
But, bear with me…
[ Or get some alternate whimsy and alternative tunes here.] Continue reading Fergie Time
I can’t say that I’m any less furious about the state of the world this week
than I was last week.
CHEER UP YOU MISERABLE SOD!!!
No. Shan’t. I don’t care what you say, Royal Baby Announcement Town Crier Guy.
I’ll thcream and thcream ’till I’m thick.
[ Maybe a good tune is what we need – check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Specimen Daze
As long-suffering readers of the blog may know, one of the potential changes a stroke survivor might go through, is
an increase in the frequency of anger. The UK Stroke Association suggests meditation to ameliorate the negative emotional changes that a patient go through.
DON’T. TELL. ME. WHAT. TO. DO.
[ Maybe a jaunty ditty from the Apoplexy Newsletter might help?]
Continue reading Apoplectic
Suffering a brain injury, and
the risk of depression associated with recovering from a stroke, has left me with an interest in mental health issues. So when I came across this –
“Almost 50% of young people could not cope well with with the Guardian’s weirdly inconsistent editorial policy”
– I had to check it out.
[ Read on to find out more. And check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Duchy Originals
Mrs Stroke Bloke and I were just talking about how over five years have passed since my stroke. A lot of things have changed since the day before the stroke. Since the day after the stroke. Since the day I was released from the Rusk Institute. And so on.
The rather hoary old saw I’m ripping here is, time flies…
A Jedi training ball alarm clock, apparently – Tempus fugit? Fuggit!
] Just can’t get enough? Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter. Continue reading Great Expectations
I’m starting to think in more detail about what I’m going to do for Death Awareness Week this year.
Everyone’s at it, you know.
I was originally turned on to
Good Life, Good Death, Good Grief‘s work when Mrs Stroke Bloke and I attended a Death Café back in 2013.
[ Pass the minutes before death below. And if you’re still waiting,]
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Continue reading The Spectre
A couple of days ago, a teacher from London won $1MM as the world’s best teacher in the Global Teacher Prize.
In my day, Teacher didn’t even have a name!
Yeah, pay attention. You might just learn something. Today’s lesson: the arts and the art of surgery…
[ For extra credit, check out the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Doctor! Doctor!
last week’s post I had a little laugh at the expense of Sir Bradley Marc Wiggins, Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire.
“Dude! We’re in charge of naming British titles!”
Then I learned some new stuff. It’s good to learn new stuff. So, why not read on?
[And “ Learn” “New” “Stuff” at the Apoplexy Newsletter!]
Continue reading Life Is Life