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MUSINGS from the journal is a formal dedication to near-lost ideas, the writable moments, the things that almost get away. That, and the incurably curious happening of an idea and the itch to record it. It’s a place to put these things in. Precisely what “things“? Musings contains essays, fictions long-form writings, & general dispatches from the editor at-large.
Dispatches | From the Journal
Marketers, Stop Chasing Attention
The wobbly economics of attention, the day marketing became mood design, and what loyalty can reteach us about advertising. Rain slantwise patters on the window of a grey, moody cityscape. Jazz hums casually in your ear. The dull glow of your phone lets you know that your latte is perking and ready to collect at…
Is Gut Instinct A Metric Anymore?
Insights | March 23rd 2025 Your gut is a miracle. It is a kind of engine or, perhaps more relatable, a central control system (just ask a gastroenterologist). The gut is altogether something different, helping us feel our way through important decisions about life, work, and beyond. It’s never had such transformative PR before. There has…
Waiting for the band to play
Dispatches | Editor’s Note | October 29th 2020 Dear Reader, It was only weeks ago, time spilt like something fluid and moved through days unable to secure my attention. A timepiece, which I had always deliberately travelled with, was stowed-away in a smallish wooden box. Nothing too technical, just relaxed. I hand’t, truthfully, felt the…
On Walking
Dispatches | Editor’s Note | June 9th 2020 Dear Reader, Inhale the moment: the birdsong is mellow and low and walking into the garden it crisply rings like a Victorian bell in a shop doorway. The canopy of the faraway woods is taller than I remember. I spent the morning, as an early riser, completing a…
Oak & Weeds
Dispatches | Editor’s Note | May 19th 2020 Dear Reader, Two days of greying damp and high winds. The sky is lower, too. On the third, a Wednesday I earmarked for projects, the weather looks to be more promising, possibly even summery. And so, for this week’s writing quarters, the scenery has never been the…
Unstoppable forces, immovable objects.
Dispatches | Editor’s Note | May 9th 2020 Dear Reader, In the old nook again, screen dimmed, failing to compete with the sun, dripping through the trees, clouds and all-sorts like liquid. There are a few birds pinned in the blue like faraway kites; the “beds” in the garden have become a honey trap for small…
Journaling the Days
Dispatches | Editor’s Note | May 1st 2020 Dear Reader, All-sorts of things are becoming more noticeable. There’s an old nest, a kind of squat crook, where a knot of young Sparrow’s have been living for a while now. If I could record time properly, then I’d dare to say it has been at least…
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