Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Author: Andy Blackmore

  • Snail Sorbet

    I’m never happier than when I’m writing, except when I can’t think of what to write. When I’m in full flow, time disappears, my anxiety melts away, aches and pains evaporate, and I forget about all that ails me. It’s a perfect mental sorbet that seems to cleanse the sensory palate. Sometimes, words pour out…

  • You never know…

    A Missing Appreciation I know nothing of planning. Or what fellow Londoners think. But I do know this: you never truly appreciate something until it’s too late. Until it’s gone. Still, the world doesn’t revolve around me or my opinions, so perhaps it doesn’t matter all that much. I’m sure plenty of people will think…

  • Who Rained on Donald’s Parade?

    The Pleasure of Company While I make no secret of my disdain for X, today it has been a source of unbridled pleasure, with bonus points as I see my thoughts are not rattling around all alone. OK, I know what that says about great minds, and the full quote puts it into perspective. However,…

  • I Just Can’t Hold My Nose

    Writing as a Compulsion If you are reading this, then you must have worked out that I love to write. It’s one of those things I do; give it a few days of inactivity, and like a humid summer day, it gets almost unbearable. I start to sweat, words of prose exiting my pores as…

  • It’s Only a Number

    Add them together, and it’s seven. In binary, it rhymes quite nicely: double one, double one, zero one. And in Roman numerals, it looks quite regal. Imperial, almost. LXI, short for luxury, I say. So why, when it stares at me from the page, does it look so scary? Happy 61st birthday. Come on, it’s…

  • Big trouble comes in little packages

    The Quiet Contest So, Rolls-Royce won a competition that most people didn’t even know was running. The prize? The chance to be the first company to build small modular nuclear reactors (SMRs) in the UK, part of a government push to put Britain at the frontier of affordable nuclear energy technology. Sounds like a win-win,…

  • Trigger Warning: AGI and the New Arms Race

    Watching the Battlespace I am an artificial intelligence sceptic. Like anyone aware of threats on the horizon, I observe the battlespace. I want to know what my brothers-in-arms are thinking and doing about AI, and one way to do that is by reading comments on social media. “It Won’t Affect Me” — Really? Lately, a…

  • Techno-utopianism: The Dangerous Delusion

    The Precipice and the Blind Faith I’m standing on the edge of a precipice, and I see that while you are doing the same, you have your hands over your eyes and are singing “la-la-la” in an attempt to drown out my shouts of warning that you’re too close to falling. Am I being an…

  • Photography: The Dying Art

    The Misplaced Focus on Art Over the Artist Reading Lewis Liu’s essay on Marcel Duchamp’s impact on the artistic world, arguing that art is simply a social construct, and his theory that AI will do the same was a revelation. A lightbulb moment when I realised he was missing the point. With so much talk…

  • The Capers Crusader

    A Joke Without a Punchline I’m desperately searching my head for any convenient anecdote, something, anything, that would tee up the punchline for the joke I have in mind. I’m coming close to giving up as I realise there is nothing funny about these small green buds of pure pleasure. Salty, and boy, do I…

  • One at a Time – Dog, on the beach, Margate

    One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s the turn of Margate. It’s a funny old world; of all the things I’ve photographed and all the things I’ve seen, this image ranks so near the top of my favourite photos, if not at the…

  • Real-world X-H2S testing

    The Myth of Press Photography Glamour It’s a funny old world; one where perception and reality are so often worlds apart. Take press photography, for instance. Imagine the reader, binging such films as The Bang Bang Club, Blow-Up, and Minamata. By now, they’d believe life in this universe is a dangerous, exhilarating, and glamorous cocktail—an…

  • The Man Who Hates Fish

    Food Contradictions Everyone has a food contradiction or two — like the vegetarian who lapses at the smell of a frying pan full of sizzling streaky bacon, or the health nut who hides Custard Creams in the fridge. Then you have the man — he could be me — who does not like fish. The…

  • Porky Pig’s Russian Roulette

    The Poetry and the Abomination The Scotch egg, what can I say? Done well, it’s pure poetry, like Blake’s Jerusalem, encased in exceptional sausage meat, rolled in the crispest breadcrumbs, and deep-fried to perfection. Done badly, it’s an abomination, a thrash metal version of “Morning Has Broken” blasted out on cheap, tinny speakers. Once, I…

  • Definitely Maybe Not Worth It

    The Clatter of Capitalism There is nothing like the shrill clatter of the hooves of hypocrisy across the cobbles of capitalism to set one’s teeth on edge. Like the squeal of chalk across the blackboard it discombobulates in a most uncomfortable way. So just what is it that has me clenching my jaw, and wishing…