I’m in the process of transcribing some of my Flash animations to video, since Flash won’t work on any browsers after the end of 2020.

This is the second part of my 2007 adaptation of Wallace Stevens’ poem ‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird’.

Three Minds

I’m in the process of transcribing some of my Flash animations to video, since Flash won’t work on any browsers after the end of 2020.

This is the second part of my 2007 adaptation of Wallace Stevens’ poem ‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird’.

I’m in the process of transcribing some of my Flash animations to video, since Flash won’t work on any browsers after the end of 2020.

This is the first part of my 2007 adaptation of Wallace Stevens’ poem ‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird’. The landscape is taken from “Kiso Mountains in Snow” by Hiroshige.

This month, Dr David Hindmarsh and Julian Le Saux discuss articles from the BMJ, Digital Health and elsewhere:

• Could better connecting of data lead to a cure for Covid-19? (https://www.digitalhealth.net/2020/09/could-better-connecting-of-data-lead-to-a-cure-for-covid-19)
• Covid 19: a fork in the road for general practice (BMJ m3709)
• Fifteen year quality of life outcomes in men with localised prostate cancer (BMJ m3503)
• Taking a wellbeing years approach to policy choice (BMJ m3853)
• When to release the lockdown? A wellbeing framework for analysing costs and benefits (Centre for Economic Performance, Occasional Paper no 49)

Visit http://www.drhairy.org/index.php/dr-hairys-research-podcasts to find out more.

“‘Don’t peck his nose,’ said Mary, who was sitting next to the manger. ‘He’s only just been born.’
So she gave them some bread.
‘Thanks very much,’ said Robbie.
‘That bread’s stale,’ said Ropey.
‘I like it best when it’s stale,’ said Rupert. ‘Stale bread is super!’
‘Why did you come here?’ said Mary.
‘We heard the angel telling the shepherds about Christmas,’ said Robbie. ‘So we thought we’d come too.’
‘I’m ever so glad we did,’ said Rupert.
‘It was a blooming long way,’ said Ropey. ‘And now we’ve got to go back.'”

From the new picture book by myself and Mollie Macgregor-Kinnis.

“They went into the shed and perched on the side of the manger.
‘Look at that baby,’ said Robbie.
‘Oh! Doesn’t he look sweet and lovely?’ said Rupert.
‘I’m starving hungry from all that walking,’ said Ropey. ‘Let’s peck his nose.'”

From the new picture book by myself and Mollie Macgregor-Kinnis.

“I been standing out here gettin frosbite
inna black night, feels like a fortnite
cos a shiny angel all dress in white
come down a beam of light, into my field, right?
and he says to the shepherds no need for fright
cos a new kinda prince bein born tonite
he gonna lift the lowly to a new height
he gonna fix up the wrong and gonna make it right
he gonna fix up the blind man and give him sight
and the unrequited gonna get his requite
and you can find this prince ’bout midnight
inna tumbledown shed fulla candle light
lyin in a manger wrap up in white
if you follow that star that’s a-­shinin bright”

From the new picture book by myself and Mollie Macgregor-Kinnis

“Outside the shed was a lamb.
‘Excuse me,’ said Robbie. ‘Is Christmas inside this shed?’
‘Yeeeah,’ said the lamb.”

From the new picture book by myself and Mollie Macgregor-Kinnis.

“‘Is it that shed over there?’ said Robbie.
‘The very same,’ said the camel.
‘Look at it!’ said Ropey. ‘It’s falling to bits! If that’s Christmas, it must be a shambles.’
‘I think it looks nice and cosy,’ said Rupert.
‘Come on,’ said Robbie. ‘We’ll take a closer look.'”

From the new picture book by myself and Mollie Macgregor-Kinnis.

“‘Once,’ said the camel, ‘I lived in a beautiful palace, in a hot country full of elegant palm trees. Now my master the King drags me here against my will, and he leaves me shivering in this field of snow, while he goes to take a look inside a shed! A lowly shed! He who once reclined on a throne of gold! And all because of Christmas!'”

From the new picture book by myself and Mollie Macgregor-Kinnis.