remains of breakfast

When Occupy popped up last year, people would say “What are they protesting about? They don’t believe in anything”. That was how it looked, but there was more to it than that. They were occupying the here and now expressly *without* common purpose or agenda – and the process of doing that is a very…

I'm home.  It's weird.  I'm struggling to string words together when talking to people (I went straight to Tuttle from the airport this morning) partly because I got about 4 hours sleep last night starting at the equivalent of 2am and partly because I haven't spoken to that many people at once for a while,…

This is a gulley between Kingshurst Road and Hazel Croft. A gulley is just an alleyway, a path between houses, I don’t know how widely the dialect is spread. It’s the bit that runs behind what used to be my grandparents’ house.  I used to walk to school this way as it was a (very…

This badge is an aide-mémoire – it reminds me both that I am here (right now) and what I'm here to do.  In the excitement of preparing for the trip and talking about it, answering questions and asking for help to just get over to San Francisco tomorrow, something has become a little obscured. I believe…

Here’s me in my Learning Pool t-shirt while I was in New Orleans.  Ray Nichols kindly took me along to an event called “Be The Change: A Celebration of New Orleans Social Entrepreneurs”.  It was great – a few hundred energetic people, all full of big ideas about how to change their bit of the…