Wednesday, 22 August 2018

The Self-made Beauty of the Centriole


Change the World, Not Yourself

Or how Arendt called out Thoreau. And wouldn’t she just be wrong.

The Color Gray is No One’s Color.

It is the color of cubicles and winter camouflage, of sullage, of inscrutable complexity, of compromise.

From a Good Friend

‘A thundering great read. A kind of three part fugue written in several keys. Or three complex yarns woven into a several dimension tapestry. Rich in history and lore, sprinkled with poetry. The glossaries alone are worth a read in and of themselves. A feast of detailed descriptions.’