The Arch Window number 39, in which we put you in your place.
The Spandrel has a new album out. I'm hearing 90 minutes of dance floor bangers, something with a lot of sweat and sunrise the only enemy. Grab us a bottle of water, if you're going?
The Arch Window number 38, in which we express ourselves freely, because no-one will pay for it.
Just had to lay down the law at home. New sign in the kitchen: Compost – Frequently Asked Questions What is compost? Compost is organic matter that has been decomposed and recycled for use as fertiliser. Where does it belong? Outside. There’s a bin set up specially to contain it. It’s called “the compost bin”. [...]
A snippet I found lurking on Google Drive, part of a project that (like so many) apparently started with a certain sparkle but failed to live long enough to have a part 2. It's maybe three years old. Liz is in Dublin now, and I haven't seen much of Heidi since, but here it [...]
The Arch Window number 37, in which we decide that she'll be right.
The Arch Window number 36, in which our imaginations run wild.
I have, for some time, been taken by the fact that when I photograph my children, they frequently manage to look contemplative, and troubled, and tousled, and very, very cool. This might have nothing to do with the fact that they are the children of two of the coolest people on the planet, and [...]
Spring is springing, and with it the quotidian miracle of new life on many fronts, not least in the fifteen centimetres of unpromising dirt that hems one side of our house block. Hard by the corrugated iron fence that daily prevents violence by separating me from my neighbours has sproinged into existence a minor [...]