Flying meat

There is something quite fitting about several hundred million tons of meat cleaving through the atmosphere each year. I suppose it’s a little like disjecta membra poetae, Horace’s suggestion that the quality of a poet can be grasped from just snippets of their work.  1/10

Rwandan asylum-seeker deal

The very antithesis of Studs Terkel’s name and face. 0/10

Putin’s mind

The misinterpreted history, the atomic musings, it’s probably
starting to sound like Stockhausen’s Helicopter Quartet in there.  0/10

Space junk

Upwards of twenty-seven thousand pieces of space junk are currently tracked by the Department of Defense’s Space Surveillance Network. There is a very real possibility that we could jettison enough shite heavenwards as to render us earthbound. Fear not.  Musk is currently trying to construct
a smiley face out of satellites.  4/10

This quote on post-orgasm sadness

“Directly after copulation, the devil’s laughter is heard.” 10/10

God’s humility

If, as according to G. K. Chesterton, ‘angels can fly because they take themselves lightly’ - what is the likelihood that God has remained unmoved by the mad pinioning of his apparent glory? I think it slight.  0/10

Black holes

The black hole currently conducting the Perseus cluster, a sizeable grouping of galaxies just over 240 million lightyears away, reportedly hums a steady B-flat. It’s thought possible that other black holes emit different notes. Presumably, this means that there is indeed a galactic answer to the kazoo, yowling amidst the void. 9/10

Topology

Ket maths. Everything melts.  10/10

Impending nuclear holocaust

What with the Russki’s newfangled hypersonic missile, we may not even have the displeasure of being informed that we’ve moments to live. Luckily, as Liz Truss has both a personal photographer and Twitter, we might be able to discern a reasonably accurate timeframe.  1/10

Los Alamos

Upon entering Los Alamos you will be greeted with these words - ‘Los Alamos, where discoveries are made!’ Out of all possible punctuation, the exclamation mark is the most fitting, but confining the emotional gamut of the atomic age to one is perhaps a tad sloppy.  5/10

Self-help books

It is honourable, if a little rash, to overlook the possibility that your brain will subject the new information, if that isn’t too strong a word, to the same round of wonky analysis that has led you to the self-help section in the first place. 3/10

Online dating

Like cresting a featureless hill. Again and again
and again. 3/10

Tuna Vendor Flashlight

In one of the fish-market scenes featured in Jiro Dreams of Sushi, Jiro’s son, Yoshikazu Ono, visits a tuna vendor. In order to find a fish of appropriate quality, Ono pitches forward into each carcass, flashlight in hand. Once he has found a suitable fish, he joins the queue to return his flashlight. This is because, for the sake of reflection, anything regularly thrust into the murk must necessitate a queue. 8/10