Walk in the rain round the short Kilpatrick loop this morning. Lots of birds singing mostly out of sight. Tree pipets in good voice, & displaying in the trees at the edge of the moor. Blackthorn fully out, trees starting to bud. Flowers hanging their heads in the drizzle.
A haze of blackthorn in the Drizzle.
#SilentSunday
Read: Sheila Armstrong by Falling Animals ★★★★ 📚
Celia turned five last month while he was on a container ship from Liverpool to Halifax. They were passing an island off the coast of Newfoundland and Manoy clung to the port railings, scrabbling for a few bars of reception to make a call from the satellite phone, even though the sea-ice was wrist thick and the containers looked like frosted teeth on a blue-white jaw. After hearing her voice, he came down below with a wind-red nose, but a smile so wide the top of his head could have snapped off.
A set of loosely joined stories connected to a coastal town on the west cost of Ireland. Told at a gentle pace that kept me wrapped in each tale. I was slightly disturbed by the way episodes trailed off, but it intrigued & made the atmosphere linger.
Kilpatrick Braes, the blackthorn here still in bud, later than others places I’ve been recently. Warm & sunny with a bit of a breeze. Few bumble bees out exploring the ground. Several butterflies, probably peacocks, rushed by. Lots of birds singing. Heard a green woodpecker a few times. Chiffchaffs mostly heard but saw a couple. More primroses opening, some mouse-ear cress. Larch starting to green & buds on a chestnut at the edge of the heather.
Read: Sanshirō by Natsume Sōseki ★★★★ 📚
Why? Well, look at it this way. Your head is alive, but if you seal it up inside dead classes, you're lost. Take it outside and get the wind into it. Riding the streetcar is not the only way to get satisfaction, of course, but it's the first step, and the easiest.
At the turn into the 20th century country boy Sanshirō goes to university in Tokyo. Mixes with crowd interested in the west, literature, art & science. Very much out of his depth as he drifts through lectures & relationships.
#SilentSunday
Walked round to the coop, sun is shining, bees out. An hour later, sleet, hailstones & snow!
REVEIL 2026. I’ve just set up my page for this year’s Reveil broadcast.
The Reveil broadcast will again make a full loop of the earth over the Dawn Chorus Day weekend in May 2026.
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We welcome new and established streamers to join in assembling a sequence of live sounds starting near the 0 meridian at daybreak on Saturday and returning 24 hours later, with a 1 hour coda.
I’ll be trying to broadcast from Victoria Park from 4:45 on Sunday 3 May. Hopefully no helicopters this year.
![Newspaper clipping reads:
The alarming bit was how out of touch the Al world was. "People would talk about how Al is going to bring all this wealth that will rain down - all we
have to do is figure out how to distribute it. But the Industrial Revolution already [promised] this, and we did not distribute the wealth globally. Why would this be any different? That attitude] was pervasive and hard to watch. If you take your eyes off your two smartphones and look around, San Francisco is a city that has enormous poverty."](https://johnjohnston.info/blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/ai-wealth-distribution-torn_paper-1024x460.png)
Zoë Hitzig the whistleblower tells all Observer 29-03-2026 seems to be hind a pay wall? I read in the paper. A poets view of AI risks.
