Update

We are still values of a bound variable. Merry Christmas to all.

Catching Up

Hello Dear Reader,
Just to let you know that life has turfed me out of West Yorkshire to the balmy environs of Stoke Prior. Max and the Boofies are here, too. I think I have found a boyfriend for boofykatz Blue Bianca, and not before time. The little nosebiting gremlin, Bianca that is, has occasioned me actual bodily harm.

Burmese People

I feel something of a fraud for blogging so little about our beloved Burmese, so I'll try to remedy that now. Yesterday we enjoyed the hospitality of Burmese breeders in North Yorkshire. We would like to thank Margaret Andrews and Olive Holt (and Paul and Ian) for their openness, kindness and tolerance in showing us their wonderful cats. I am loathe to use the word 'cattery', with all its commercial implications, because these excellent people don't 'breed' Burmese.. they 'live' Burmese - or, in Olive and Ian's case, Burmese with alternative colours.
We are carefully considering our breeding programme for the next few years. It is enormously difficult to choose between so many gorgeous lines. We are, as yet, undecided. What is certain is that we will attempt to fuse the refined elegance of Rossikhan with the fine old bloodlines of Isajen and Chathera and, of course, the grand old man of Burmese boys - Admewbu Blue Beauno.

Great Sportsmen

What do the greatest sportsmen/women have in common? Don Bradman, Roger Federer, Tiger Woods, Paula Radcliffe, Sebastien Chabal, Ellen MacArthur? They all say that they are calm when they compete. I think this must be so, and I can see how driving all one's emotion into perfecting one's own performance would give one a huge advantage over an opponent who wastes emotional energy in ranting against cruel fate. There is an important lesson here.

Protagoras

This is an early morning revelation, and probably requires further thought given that I was struggling to differentiate Protagoras and Procopius(!), but it seems to me that the solipsistic utterance 'man is the measure of all things' is more meaningful with the caveat 'that man claims to apprehend'. It suddenly struck me that Heidegger must have been talking about something, no matter how obscurely, and I think thatwas the distinction between what is (concreta) and what is, or can be, perceived and manipulated within our cognitive frame (abstracta). It seems to me that the whole thrust of ordinary language philosophy and it's 'evil twin', semantic holism, is that we need to be careful to distinguish between the two. There is what is, or 'the facts' as Wittgenstein put it, and how we interpret what is through our fallible interface. Perhaps this is what Heidegger was trying to examine. Something for me to consider more closely. I know that my personality inclines me to construct complete models of a reality to which I can be no more than a biased observer. I wonder if is the totality of Heidegger's realisation?