Telling stories is what we all do, but if you want to be heard you need to use a common language. Otherwise, we will all just keep on preaching to the choir. Continue reading Telling stories (when the world goes mad).
Artistry is judged not just by merit, but much more fundamentally, by its ability to produce an audience. The corollary is that a story that is unnoticed, or perhaps untold, is doomed to be meaningless. Or is it? Continue reading Is an audience of one, enough?
In revealing who I was to myself, there was no place, or reason, to hide. Even now it is so powerful because in some weird inverse law the moment I firmly grasped the truth of it, I simply let it go. Continue reading Come closer, I have something to tell you.
Rather than seeing us losing our reality to virtual worlds, we are given the mindfulness of a guru or yogi to see clearly that all forms of reality are just a form of story. Continue reading Being mindful of an Immersive Life.
If you are wondering how Brexit happened, how Trump is happening, or any of the other bewilderingly hateful, rampantly ignorant ideologies that are swarming through the hearts and minds of whole nations on the planet. Well, we need to ask which wolf we’ve been feeding. Continue reading The Media; feeding your inner wolf
Have you recently looked up from your phone and had the dumb? It has become essential that we manage our attention when it comes to our digital drug of choice. Continue reading The Internet ate my brain.
Gaming and entertainment TV are two media juggernauts that are traditionally seen as forms of escapism – ways we get to “take a break” from the real world. So with the demand for “authenticity” in all its gritty glory, the … Continue reading Understanding our escape into “Reality”
Its 5am and Khalid and I are in the hotel room in New York, somewhere on 34th street. We’re on our way to Virginia for our first thanksgiving in the USA. Khalid’s brother, wife and the two little ones Oscar … Continue reading The day my dad died.
I just experienced the joy that is the post office. It’s a different dimension which never fails to disappoint. You can’t make this up – but they were out of letters and stamps. Perhaps it was just a red-painted building … Continue reading The joys of dealing with shaved monkeys
Someone was talking about the net not always being what it seems – sometimes the men are men, and the women are men, and children are often the FBI. Continue reading The interweb