This blog began, as these things sometimes do, in that curious borderland between sleep and wakefulness — the 5 a.m. liminal hour when my mind so many nights decides to stage its own theatre. In this particular dream, I found myself back in either Moscow or Beijing — I couldn’t quite tell which, perhaps both … Read more …
Prologue – Circling Russia and the Nature of Evil Artificial Intelligence, appearing this year in what the Germans would call my Umfeld — my environment — in a multitude of ways is giving me the writing and thinking assistance for which I’ve always craved. This therefore is perhaps the address I wish I could have given to … Read more …
Thoughts on Ukraine/Gaza and climate/Gaia and the paradoxical power of AI. There is no shortage of noise about war in our world today. Ukraine, Gaza, Sudan, Venezuela, Taiwan — the names change, but the pattern doesn’t. Group upon group, tribe upon tribe, nation upon nation, we replay the same ancient theatre of violence, each side … Read more …
Rather good to be back in rainy November Berlin, visiting friends now old, like us, in every sense of the word (50 years history and more), standing once again at the literal line that divided Europe and massively shaped both our lives. This place connects directly to old friends. The pastor of the original Versöhnungskirche, … Read more …
It was an extraordinary thing to be at all four BBC Prom concerts this opening September weekend of 2025 — from Friday through to Sunday evening — first to stand in London’s Royal Albert Hall with Jutta, immersed in sound on a truly monumental scale, and then to listen to those same concerts again later … Read more …
Now back home after a cycle tour of Central Europe and an exploration of Hungarian learning that didn’t exactly unfold as planned – see previous posts – I’m looking forward in the coming months to going deeper into the other AI (as in Artificial Intelligence cf ai-EMDR, attachment-informed), and have again been blown away by … Read more …
My last one here from this trip, waiting at the end of a day’s training (the other kind) for the Hoek ferry across to Harwich where Jutta and normality await in the morning. As one of my Facebook friends put it, in one of the really lovely and supportive messages I’ve had, it’s a bittersweet … Read more …
Stiff Upper Lip has finally given way, and I’m coming home. By train. Already delayed from Bischofshofen in Austria by two hours (this does after all involve the Deutsche Bundesbahn, whose trains spectacularly no longer run on time) to Ulm, whence onwards tomorrow to the Hoek-Harwich ferry. I’ve had 10 days of riding temperatures at … Read more …
Thanks to Facebook folk for various kind comments (of course not shown here) on the unfolding low-and highlights of my current cycling trip home from Hungary, where day eight continues to have its ups and downs. Along with my marbles (though I think I might have left those at home), today’s loss list is off … Read more …
Wudder Wun being, yes, Another One (as in, in this case, disaster) as our eldest son Christopher, now 44, used to say when he was very small and beginning to understand patterns. Wudder Wun Disaster. Just when, as per last post, I thought nothing else could go wrong, some kind soul in Graz nicked my … Read more …