Tuesday 31 July 2012

Decisions, decisions...they have to be made and generally, I am pretty good at making them and living with the consequences.  Now, it is a time to refocus and really understand not just what I want to do, but where my horizon is again as I think I've lost track. 


A decision looms: a restricted certainty versus the vacuum of the unknown.  She had lost sight of the horizon, so any path could take her there.
There is a lot of talk about the Olympics inspiring a new generation to take up sports.  They have not mentioned the effect on mathematicians, which is surprising as sport is by far the biggest cause of statistics.  Listening to the radio, I have heard more analysis than to do with anything political or economic eg the Euro crisis.  Perhaps to 'sports science' we could add 'sports mathematics'.  



A parade of faces from the screen.  Jubilation, disappointment, rage and misery, captured at the moment of most visceral emotion when we are closest to beasts.

Sunday 29 July 2012

With recognition, comes a reputation.  The more people that know you, the more will have an opinion about you.  I have spent a few years now taking pictures for an amateur society, so everyone knows me.  The majority of this attention is positive, but occasionally, you get the sense that by standing out, even for something positive, you will get knocked.  However, those people are generally those who are only able to criticise, never to actually do things themselves.  Stuff 'em.



She watched someone laughing, mouth open, teeth bared.  You could hear the harsh edge to the humour that belied the smiles.  Someone was being skewered – her?
Calm before the storm...driving home from a weekend away, we saw the line across the sky, almost black one side, blue the other.  We set the mileage gauge to see how long it would take to drive out of it.  We couldn't: it was on us and the wipers were struggling.  All the while, the line stayed ahead of us, a quiet space we cannot reach.


The clear sanctity just before a storm, when the last sunshine gilds the battleship grey background.  It’s worth the coming storm to have this crystal vision.

Friday 27 July 2012

Again, it has been a while since the last post.  Disappointment over interviews has changed into joy over being accepted for publication.  My words are going to be read and you never really know the power of a word until it is out there.  This has been illustrated nicely by Mitt Romney's comment over the apparent lack of readiness for the start of the Games - so much for Anglo-Saxon solidarity.



Every word has life and can reproduce.  Its offspring are reported, regarded, retweeted: the compound interest of the soundbite.  She resolved to leave certain things unsaid.