16 June 2013


There's no requirement for human concepts to map onto reality: so they don't, but they do. 

In this sense both atheism and theism are correct. It's like the double slit experiment with light which shows it to be both a particle and a wave. Like Schrödinger's cat paradox, where the cat is neither alive nor dead until someone looks and collapses the wave function.

The atheist and the theist are both creating their own reality by mapping their concepts onto it. It doesn't matter that neither might be the case, the consequences follow whatever you do, so you can make either position real. This makes all Gods true and none of them.

Like Sherlock said..."when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?"

EDIT: This conceptual world curiously matches our real world. Schrödinger said, of the emerging quantum physics 'I don't like it, and I'm sorry I had anything to do with it,' - despite being one of the clever clogs that helped develop the math describing it. It seemed to be nonsensical and still does. It's mirrored in that the physics that describe the macroscopic and the microscopic refuses to be unified, just as the world views that inhabit the mental worlds of the theist and atheist stubbornly refuse to reconcile. Something has to give as the tension stretches to breaking point. Both arenas need a wraparound to unite them otherwise the polarisation will destroy us, eventually.

Another EDIT:  So, anyway, I don't believe that the universe is a place where for the big stuff you use Newton's laws and for the small stuff you use Quantummy equations (though we do). We are all made of the funny stuff and can be all over the place at the same time, just not so you'd notice. If you twang a string hard and fast enough it looks like it's in two places at once, but the frequency is so fast you only see it existing at two points in the oscillation, because that's all we're capable of seeing. To unite the two worlds needs some further insights into what time and space actually are. It's beginning to feel like we're standing in a forest going 'where the %^&* are all the trees?' Something that simple, like opening our eyes on a different perception.... after which you go 'how did I not see that?'


Bakewell Tarts

We're playing here on 29th June. Tral la.

14 June 2013


Einstein was right:  weight is relative to age.

the eightfold chiks

All eight eggs hatched out successfully.  Mum is busy teaching them how to forage.  I think that brings the total to 15 new chiks this year, so far.

raison de marvin

People say believe half of what you see
And none of what you hear.

I bet you wondered how I knew?

Well, I heard it through the grape vine.


The new path is made from Kellet quarry tailings. It's the stuff the big contractors don't want: full of dust and fluff. So what's going to bind that path when a decent flood pours down it? Nothing really, and it's only a couple inches thick, if that. That is why I'm not optimistic about the job lasting. We'll see.

12 June 2013


The pile is going down down down......

.....and almost reached clod's plot.

but there is still a lot to do...
....and what bright spark laid the water supply pipe 2" below the surface along the line of the path?

Oh....and please don't run over my compost bin which is parked legally.

in the greenhouse

Stuff....growing....in a greenhouse.  Always good, that.

11 June 2013

the path of least resistance

In the long wet winters, the allotment paths turn into a quagmire of mud 1/2 way up yer wellies.

Every morning you have to squelch through it to get down to feed the chikkins.  It's like being at Glastonbury in a bad year without the music. Sometimes your arse gets intimately aquainted with the mud.

When the fiftieth person had gone over, teh committee eventually decided to fix it by laying some paths.  That was a looooong time ago, before the flood of Noah.  However, work did start this week: the first order of business, obviously, was to dump all the hardcore at the allotment gate so no one could get in.

The next thing is to scrape a bit off the top...about the thickness of a turf.

After that you roll out a bit of weed-proof Axminster and bung an inch of hardcore on top and Bob the builder's yer uncle.

Does anyone think that'll be enough? I haz me doubts...


It's been a long time coming this year but, at long last, clodhoppers is beginning to look like it might actually be productive.  Most of the crops are in.  There's some work to do fettling the greenhouse....but it can wait until I get a round tuit.

10 June 2013

terwitt terwoo

Then again.....if this was the kind of owl in the beautiful pea-green boat, my advice would be to leg it, no matter what size stoat you were or what variety of martial arts training you'd had.

It's a grey owl in the Kielder forest.



Cygnet Ring

Unusual to get this close without mum or dad showing the least sign of being at all bothered.  I must look like a pushover or a gentle soul.

The Owl and the Pussycat

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat
They took some honey and plenty of money
But their biggest mistake was the Stoat