About

I write on information compression, mathematics, cognition, social justice, ethics, and the arts – at least, it was my intention to do so when I got up this morning and every morning since I launched this thing. I also intend to learn jazz drumming some day, and I’m thinking of taking up intending to learn the banjo. My father ran a profitable garden supply business into the ground in the late eighties. He said they were the best years of his working life, and he had never been fitter or happier operating the place. If he had managed to keep it afloat he could perhaps have appended “and sons” to his name on signboard, and I and my younger brother could have worked there, watering the plants, and shovelling the loam, bronzing our skin under the antipodean blue, our muscles hard and sinewy. Well, that didn’t happen.