❝The phrase ‘mists of time’ refers to the natural decay and interference that causes short-term memories to be lost over time, especially when not actively rehearsed or maintained. Short-term memory ‘lasts only about 15-30 seconds’^! and its content can be displaced by new information or weaken due to a lack of attention. To combat this ‘mist,’ people use techniques like chunking, repeating information, or using memory aids [like the Platonic mnemonic] to move memories into more permanent long-term storage^ [but these behaviours are to little avail without good nutrition, bodily exercise, uninterrupted sleep, mutually emotionally rewarding relationships and shared-interest projects with other adults]❞

If Ashley discovered Jim, it was Jim who discovered Miss Harcourt. Miss Imogen Harcourt.

He was on his belly again, with a note-pad in his pocket, a stub of pencil behind his ear and the field glasses Ashley had provided screwed firmly into his head – they might have been a fixture.

He was watching a sandpiper in a patch of marshy bank, one of the little wood sandpipers that appear each summer, and come, most of them, from Northern Asia and Scandinavia, nesting away at the top of the world on the tundras or in the Norwegian snows and making their long way south.

It amazed him, this. That her could be watching, on a warm day in November, with the sun scorching his back, the earth pricking below and the whole landscape dazzling and shrilling, a creature that only weeks ago had been on the other side of the earth and had found its way here across all the cities of Asia, across lakes, deserts, valleys between high mountain ranges, across oceans without a single guiding mark, to light on just this bank and enter the round frame of his binoculars; completely contained there in its small life – striped breast and sides, white belly, yellow legs, the long beak investigating a pool for food, occasionally lifting its head to make that peculiar three-note whistle -and completely containing, somewhere invisibly within, that blank white world of the northern ice-cap and the knowledge, laid down deep in the tiny brain, of the air-routes and courses that had brought it here. Did it know where it had arrived on the earth’s surface? Did it retain, in that small eye, some image of There I was so many darknesses ago and now I am here, and will stay a time, and then go back; seeing clearly the space between the two points, and knowing that the distance, however great, could quite certainly be covered a second time in the opposite direction because the further side was still visible, [EITHER THERE IN ITS HEAD OR IN THE LONG MEMORY OF ITS KIND]

.. He shifted the glasses and found a black box on a tripod. The face ducked down behind it. The composite figure that now filled the frame was of a grey skirt, voluminous and rather bedraggled, topped by the black box wearing a sun-bonnet. The black box was pointing directly towards him. Could it be him that he was photographing?

It was only after a minute that he realized the truth. What the woman had in her sights was [THE SAME SANDPIPER HE HAD BEEN HOLDING, JUST A FEW SECONDS AGO, IN HIS BINOCULARS]. For some time, without either of them being aware of it, they had, in all this landscape, and among all its creatures, been fixing their attention from different sides on the same spot and on the same small white-breasted body.

The foregoing, “things” (in let us conceptualise Hollywood Era crude deracinated technology, engineering and mathematical scientific expert Display, Announcement & Ceremony terms) just mentioned or stated I am truly delighted to pass on to the Billionaire Monkeys with Typewriters now literally and mathematically exponentially doubling, tripling, quadrupling or whatvever daily readers comes from page 20 or so of Fly Away Peter ©︎ David Malouf 1982 with our enormous gratitude because astoundingly in a world actually destroying itself on behalf of ignorance about true quantum relations nextness that may only ever be a macro or imagined – that is to write in the Ruling-class language of mediaeval European times Metaphysical – mental construct actually motivated and powered by dumbed-down stupidity, vanity and micro Great-man Theory about any human future or futures.

Now petit-moi..

I think the essay’s OK, particulary the Nobel Prize for Physics ‘gear’ in that sub-penultimate pararagraph theyaah.

Kevin will you just stop thun-blahing on ?

John Blundell

Meat-pies, kangaroos and 10 Toyotas

Three times a member of the Australian Labor Party, three times quit, who knows what the fut… uh-oh holdz

~ We are the cartoon heroes We’re the ones who are going to live forever What you see is what you just can’t do

~ Inventing the Future: Postcapitalism and a World Without Work book by Alex Williams and Nick Srnicek 2015 and on Tuesday the shadow minister for small business in the parliament of Australia interrupted attempts at debate about economic, social, educational, industrial and environmental issues to propose a public holiday for a gambling industry animal race and Inventing the Future book by Denis Gabor 1973

^! that statement is grievously & for the purposes of Science-education calamitousy incorrect

ⱽ almost entirely erroneous 20th C ‘other-less,’ household-less, micro-climate-less environment-less and futureless neuroscience, psychiatry and ancient Egyptian mechanomorphist ‘Einstein’s brain in an ice-chest’ neurocognitive theory