100DaysofBeing
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29. Of Language and Of Words.
Two conversations – one in person and one over on Bluesky (if that counts) – brought words and language to mind for me today. First off was a work conversation in which a Venezuelan expression, Donde ronca el tigre, no hay burro con reumatismo was used. The wider context was a work project which is… Continue reading
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28. A Bird in Hand…
I self describe as a middling mid-career Materials & Corrosion Engineer in jest mainly, but recognise there is a kernel of truth there with much of the past year and a bit feeling like I am treading water. A big part of this derives from my career to date being largely of a specialist nature… Continue reading
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27. Re: A Word to My Readers (To RSS or Not)
Beth Adams, who I have a lot of time for, and have read on and off since 2010, explores the question of subscriptions on the latest edition of her Substack newsletter. Within the essay she harks back to a time – before social media ruined everything – when blogging was fun and like minded communities… Continue reading
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26. Numbered Days
For the fourth time in a month and a bit, I have been reminded of death, and dying – particularly dying young and what those who survive are left to deal with. The first of these was listening in to a thanksgiving service for S, someone I had only loosely known from church over the… Continue reading
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25. JUnited 2026
Robert Birming’s post piqued my interest, particularly as I am a quarter of the way through my 100DaysofBeing challenge to post every day for 100 days, and looking for some structure! Having been part of a close knit blogging community in days far gone, as well as co-curating a project myself, I have good experience… Continue reading
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24. Faffing Around
Thanks to jet lag, I am up late and have taken the opportunity to do some cleaning up around here. Folks, I have a /slash page now Continue reading
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23. Homewards
All too soon, the week of cavorting with the inlaws has drawn to a close. Glad to be rid of late nights, Nigerian parties and all for a season! Once the small matter of a nine hour flight is navigated! Continue reading
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22. Aftermath
The aftermath of a proper Nigerian party is stupor. The less said about that the better. In our case, after the exertions of the past day, most of this was spent in bed till the persistent calls from W resulted in a rushed attempt to get to the Atlanta History Museum. That done, the evening… Continue reading
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21. D-Day
And so to the main day. First order of business: breakfast, for which there were at least forty people spread out all over the cafe at the hotel – cousins, nephews, nieces and a fair few friends of the family all making up the lot. Nigerian weddings are a village affair after all. I shudder… Continue reading
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20. Going Southern
Having spent the majority of the past few days waiting out the rain – often tropical out here – the chaps decided they wanted a meal one evening. After going back and forth on options, we settled on a steakhouse, allegedly one of the very best out here. Being the ultimate cynic that I am,… Continue reading