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Continue reading →: Schrödinger’s cat in Dublin
Slinking around my new neighbourhood in Clontarf the main impression was of refined poverty. Houses in various states of disrepair. Bars heaving with noisy drinkers spilling out onto dimly lit streets. Then came Sunday. Graveyards were more joyful. Bells summoning the faithful to prayer started early and a slow gathering…
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Continue reading →: Integrity 2
I am intrigued by my readers’ choice of blog posts. Heidegger and Schrödinger have been popular over the years and stirred me to write a fictional account of their cats’ lives during the Nazi era. Albert Camus is a rich source of quotations. I posted a blog about his proposal…
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Continue reading →: Mexican food box
I had never tried a meal in a box that you cook yourself before last night. Boojum delivered all the ingredients we needed: Marinated chicken thighsRed and green peppersLarge onionSour creamGreen and red salsasSliced jalapenosTortilla wrapsGrated cheeseRice The instructions were crystal clear guiding me through the steps and timings. Heaps…
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Continue reading →: Heidegger’s cat heads South
I had sampled the culinary delights of the many restaurants in Colmar, the people had been kind and I was enjoying the good life. But all good things come to an end and I needed somewhere warmer for the winter. The Armistice signed last summer had ended hostilities with the…
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Continue reading →: Mulled wine recipe
1 bottle of red wine 1 orange sliced into rounds 8 whole cloves 2 cinnamonn sticks 2 star anise 2-4 tablespoons of honey or sugar or syrup 1/4 cup of brandy or rum or cognac (optional) Mix all the ingredients in a large pan. Cook until just on the point…
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Continue reading →: Cat in the hat
Getting to Colmar was harder tham I thought, I jumped train when I realised we were headed South, Basel is a border city and a rail intersection. Trains to Colmar were clearly marked. It’s a shame I couldn’t read human scrawlings. I had gleaned enough information by tuning my ears…
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Continue reading →: Heidegger’s cat goes feral
Freiburg had lost its appeal, too much marching and politics. I tried to engage with Heidegger, but he was lost in a haze of Nazi existentialism. I didn’t worry about being fed, it was easy enough to scrounge food and drink, you just had to look for the biggest swastika…
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Continue reading →: Exhibitionism
I set the alarm for 1am to watch the Tyson fight with my son. First on the card were two Super Featherweights, Bryan Vasquez, the WBA champion and his challenger, Rene Gonzalez. This was full on, sometimes toe to toe boxing of high quality. Gonzalez could have made better use…
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Continue reading →: Schrödinger goes to Dublin
Leaving Europe;s shores was a huge relief. The Nazis dominated what had been a liberal democracy shaking off the cobwebs of the Kaiser and his empire. The Right Wing were rattling the sabres of war and using Jews as scapegoats for a mismanaged economy and excessive reparations for the Great…
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Continue reading →: From a cat’s perspective
There was a lot going on in the early 1930s. The streets of Berlin were full of uniformed thugs waving banners and weapons about. Those with stars on their clothing were spat upon or worse. Hatred and fear were everywhere. Heidegger carried on mooching about, writing and thinking. He did…
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