Commuting fragment: Julia sets

When people speak to me about complexity, I often pause and consider the synonyms that they might have used, if they were to be precise. Complexity can register perplexity, while posing for control. It may blow mists of befuddlement, a common response to getting lost in  big data. It often stands in for obfuscation, or... Continue Reading →


Commuting fragments

My ride is half an hour Beside me, left and right, Private conversations Blown to the stale wind. Cognac on the menu tonight? I've got a few hours to kill Before the footy. The nagging phone call From the end of the day. Sounds like we're in. But we don't want you. We just want... Continue Reading →

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