old words. still current


It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death’s final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing. So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it… Life is long if you know how to use it.

Lucius Annaeus Seneca (The Younger) c. 4 BC – AD 65, The Shortness of Life (De Brevitate Vitae)

Tacitus’ account of Seneca reports a seeming inconsistence between his moral principles and his lifestyle, although whether Seneca’s choices were such from lack of character or fear (Nero) we can only conject. Despite the accusations of hypocrisy, Seneca’s words carry weight, and continue to do so through time.


It's Hardly Noticeable - John William Keedy
It’s Hardly Noticeable – John William Keedy

We all have days like this, and Keedy’s series, It’s Hardly Noticeable, gives us visual pause for thought on humanity’s mental health issues.

Is it possible for a society to have a commonly held idea of what is normal, when few individuals in that society actually meet the criteria for normalcy?

John William Keedy

march of the queen bee

Lady terrestris flew past me this morning in all her fluffy majesty, hunting for a place to call home no doubt; the first bumble bee I’ve seen this year. Heralds of spring & summer, pollinator of many, producer of a delicious delicacy, and major player in nature’s hierarchy; the bee is a species we should all be ensuring the life of.

For more information on bumble bees head here

love potion no. 9

Life isn’t all serious, and my well documented passion for the VW Type 2 is just one example of this. It’s time though for the dub to shuffle sideways a tiny bit (because honestly not much room is needed!) and make room for a sibling.

From the very first wooden framed, single-cylinder Otto-cycle engined, gas powered motorcyle built by Gottlieb Daimler in 1884-85, motorcycling has enthused 2-wheel addicts all over the world; and the Honda Dax is no exception.

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As usual of course, I’m not craving one of the newer, more polished versions; instead the original 1969 ST70 is the one that holds me. There has to be some history folks..it’s an unwritten rule!

I’m sure some of those who know me will think I’m mad, but those who know me best will just nod knowingly and smile. I think I’ve fallen the smallest bit in love with this slightly eccentric, Summer-loving machine, and I make no apologies.

Oh, and the post title? Ah, well after my SO showing me a video of a definitively mad Frenchman’s uncondonable street ride; the Nicolas Jaar remix of The Searchers’ original has stuck with me. Although, again as usual, I still prefer the original!

no resolutions

Roger Minick 1970 | Ruttenberg Arts Foundation
Roger Minick 1970 | Ruttenberg Arts Foundation

Farewell 2013, it’s been a rollercoaster but I’m thankful for being able to complete the journey with you.
Hello 2014, pull up a chair…you and I need to talk.

down and under

1920s New South Wales Police Department, Australia: Criminal Mugshots.

I came across a couple of these photos the other day, and they intrigued me.
How nonchalantly the accused men pose; perhaps reflecting on a colonial 18thC ancestry as they accept their probable punishment; and just how far removed from the clinical, accountable records of today’s justice system these important historical records are.
In 1925 as the British government made the choice to put the pound sterling back onto the Gold Standard at the pre-war 1913 level, the ball of the Great Depression truly started rolling. Whilst the effects are not widely noted until the early 1930s, I find myself wondering if this lady, pictured here in the fur coat, in trying to survive the desperation during the years of growing poverty, simply needed to keep warm. Her crime: theft of the fur coat.
Every picture has a story and I think it is important to remember that all history is open to interpretation, even where written documents support ‘the truth’.