Prick of the Spindle: Fiction: Chen: The Unrealistic Philosopher
Date Archives February 2008
sharing it No.1
To fuel your addiction to surfing, I thought I’d create a category to share sites that I find interesting and seem worthy of a visit. Like a lot of webheads, I spend probably more time…
american sentences No. 2
the mind is our eternal playground rejoice in the fun of it
blog site
Blog site relocated to www.claytonlowe.com
many are called but only few can hack it
In the twitterverse we are all little messiahs trying to convert the army of the masses into followers. Compared to twitter gods and goddesses like emilychange (2,358 followers) and calilewis (4,435 followers) and waynesutton (1,282…
lunar eclipse
I staggered out of bed at 3 a.m. to catch a glimpse of the lunar eclipse. Instead all I saw was clouds, so I staggered back to bed. I won’t get a chance to see…
sleeping beauty (ok maybe beauty is pushing it)
I’ve spent the last 3 nights in The Selfridge. Hotel rooms make me incredibly sleepy. Like a bear, I go into hibernation the moment I crawl underneath the sheets of a strange bed. I just…
poetry in motion
Hey I made it into one of the local glossies: (click for a larger view)
mountain days
I spent some time in the Brecon Beacons yesterday with some friends. We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect mountain day. The sun shone bright against a blue sky offering us some warmth out…
what if i suddenly woke up in the middle of a forrest
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i guess resistance is futile
I overheard two women chatting in a restaurant at lunch today. I know it’s not polite to eavesdrop, but I can blame it on being a writer and my interest in people and dialogue. Anyway,…
you are not who you think you are
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and…
sitting in my chair on a sunday morning contemplating the vagaries of life
One day you’re going to wake up and you’ll be dead. All life is folly. Your time here is transient. From the moment you are conceived, the big countdown to the end starts ticking and…
a saturday with no plan
Saturday morning, I can see a little blue sky peeking through the drawn curtains of my front room. The blue conjures a feeling of mountains and open spaces and I suddenly long to be outside. …