This morning I learned via BioMedCentral that a friend had died. "Found hanged," which hints at suicide but presumably that must await a coroner's verdict. It feels horrible. ¹

Much will probably be said about John Clark; at least it ought to be. And I'm remembering all sorts of incidents that perhaps ought to be left unsaid. One thing, though. He had vision.

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Hah. One quick boast about longevity and I fall silent for more than a month. I've been away, on holiday, and under lots of work pressure. No excuses, but …

Much has happened; the question is how to relate it. One big post is daunting. Lots of little ones too difficult. And that's a story in itsel...

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I know I whine about content. And my reader complains both that some posts are boring and that I don't post often enough. It's because I really don't think the world needs to know about the petty trials and even smaller triumphs of my work life. And how much can one write about lazing at the dog beach by the lake? "There were some fights. And some humping. Dogs and people dozed in the sun." C'mon.

When I haven't posted anything for a while I feel like the great Fimoculous, who had to give up his blog to work on NBC's Olympic web site ¹. "I miss my blog more than you do," he said he was thinking of having printed on a T-shirt.

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There is something unutterably surreal about having what seems like yards of gauze pulled out of one's nostrils. For a start, who knew there was so much room in there? With only a finger as probe the cavity hardly seems big enough for a pea. Now I understand how mediums of old were able to produce v...

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