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The latest posts will be here, as will old posts. It is a good place to start, in order to see the variety of topics I cover. Some old posts may still need a little reformatting, but they should be readable.
True stories do not always mean they are the truth. The truth is relative, after all. These are tales that are neither outright fiction nor travel writing. They fit somewhere and everywhere in between — everything else left behind, hidden in the cracks or sitting out in plain sight. Expect thoughts and musings. Expect me to have my own opinion. Expect subjects I love.
There are some mornings when the world is suddenly sharper, the senses heightened and all clear in the mind, every leaf sharply focussed, every scent evocative. I find these perfect days often correspond to the weather; when an autumn morning...
Sometimes I wonder if that sharp pain in my brain, the kind leavetaking of a departing migraine*, is actually the onset of a haemorrhage. Shortly after leaving primary school and heading to the big school (circa 400 pupils), one of...
Does anyone else collect ghost dates? I don’t mean literal potentially-romantic meetings with the corporeally dispossessed, or anything to do with ghosting (actually, I have a draft of a potential post on just this subject, perhaps I should polish and...
Where my work is going and what new releases you shall see, with additional rambling about mental health and the world burning.
I recently threatened to post a blog here and, worryingly, it looks like that threat came true, if slightly later than planned.
Here we are, flaming June having left in a seemingly continuous rolling ominosity of thunder, the world burning around us and all seemingly hastening to ashes. I am currently in France, not too far, as my corvid cousins fly, from where a new all-time highest temperature of 45.9°c was recorded. As you may have read, this record was more than 1.5°c higher than the previous record, set in the hot summer of 2003 — not just a record for June, but for the whole year, for as long as records have been kept. As extraordinary as this should be, I fear it is actually the new normal. William Gibson’s Jackpot continues.
Yet my post is not about this. Or is it? (If you are here to simply find out what’s happening with my stories and find this background unnecessary/uninteresting, downright irritating, click ahead to here.) The images in this post are all of my current locale, the western edge of the Alps.
Not a bad view to experience. These mountains are like the sea, ever-changing.(more…)
What Works For Me… (…May Not For You) I recently posted a version of this on my tumblr, having typed it up with fat, but surprisingly speedy, thumbs on my phone one morning in bed. Sometimes I have ideas that Read more…
I originally posted this essay on my old website, alexandermichaelcrow.com. At the time of writing this note, this site is still live, but when you read this, it may have been cloned here instead. I believe the edges of things Read more…
A travel equipment/wilderness adventure gear threat made real… I have threatened to discuss the specifics of adventure/wilderness and travel equipment before, long before I even started this particular website. This was mostly in relation to the months I have spent Read more…
Post Number 91 Over many years of trial and error (actually more a case of trial, error, another error, a bit more trial, error etcetera) I have learnt that I work best in short sprints, with a brief break between, Read more…
It’s been a while. In recent months I have mostly been using tumblr as a dump for wordcounts and little more. I used to do this in a private instance, where I would also record details of a day, such Read more…
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