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Every time we went to the supermarket, my mom would give me a quarter to play Pac Man. As a good socialist kid, I thought the goal of the game was to help Pac Man, who was stranded in a maze and needed to find his friends, who were looking for him.

My games didn’t last very long.

The correct way to play Pac Man, of course, is to consume as much as possible while running from the ghosts that relentlessly pursue you. This was a valuable early lesson in what it means to be an American.

Great read – never looked at PacMan that way. But when you stop and think … have to say – it resonates. The article is long and winding and great, It is from Idle Words’ – ‘brevity is for the weak’ – a strap line that also resonates. Enjoy. 

Had he not died, he would have been 60 years old today (April 13th). Taken away from his wife Ruth, his children and friends waaaay too early.

The picture above was taken outside the old bank in Chiddingfold – which was about to become the headquarters to The Chiddingfold Archive – a charitable trust run by 5 people, with Ian as the chair.

The bank had just been bought by an anonymous benefactor – and was being leased back to the trust at a Peppercorn rent. I always had my suspicions as to who that anonymous benefactor was 🙂 It would have been a typical Ian move!

Chiddingfold.

Article About Chiddingfold Archive.

 

As I was sorting through and cleaning up this site, I discovered this draft post that for some reason remained unpublished. That is now rectified.

I had time on my hands recently and found myself in The Marin Civic Center. It had been a few years since I was there, but was good to catch up.

You get to learn about that Dog Kennel that Frank designed. Really!

But the fact that it nearly never got built was a part of history that had completely bypassed me ….

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In October of Last Year I wrote :

For a while now, I have been building a parallel set of thoughts which now has a permanent home here. It is a set of thoughts that live between the 140 characters of Twitter and this space which I am transitioning to more of an original thought / essay space.

This is to report that the experiment (for that is now what I realise it was) has come to an end. Continue reading

I was born in ’67
The year of Sgt. Pepper
And are you experienced

… no, not me. That would be Steven Wilson. Those lyrics are extracted from the track Time Flies, from the album The Incident.

It’s a great song, and I was reminded of those opening lyrics when I saw that The Beatles were releasing the 50th Anniversary of Sergeant Peppers. Fifty Years since ‘The Summer Of Love’. That means Wilson is fifty years old this year. I’ve written about him before in many places – not least of which on this very blog. This link takes you to the various posts – well worth a click around and through if you have a Wilson interest.

Meanwhile, on a very different blog, we recently got into a discussion of great musicians, bands, performers etc that you might feel should be more publically acknowledged. For me – Wilson is right at the top of my list. One of my friends asked for a ‘where do I start to get into him’ … he asked because SW is – to say the least … prolific.

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