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Hands

Or Stitches in Time… Oh do I hate smashing up my hands. Like everyone, I have done it a few times, but it doesn’t take much to put me out of commission. How does Harrison Ford do it? He even clambers atop crumbling cornices in the teeth of a positively diluvial deluge...

Public Relations

Or Where I Make New Friends and Influence People… There are disadvantages to being registered with the local chamber of commerce as a “graphic studio”. (This, by the way, was the closest acceptable definition that could be found to put in the registration, thus I am a...

The Landscapes of the Mind

Or the Art of Interior Decorating Why do we so love landscapes? (Ruling out those who prefer skyscrapers to skies, highway interchanges to changing tides and chainsaws to cedars…) Why is it that we are so touched by places that benefit primarily from our absence?...

Britspeak and other Foreign Tongues…

Or the Fine Art of Non-communicating Recently came across a book review in which the reviewer, a decidedly obnoxious but prominent critic, dismissed a British novel because it was riddled with “Britspeak”. Excuse me, but there seems to be something most definitely...