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Ruben Hillier

Hi I am Ruben Hillier. My handle, since back in the day, is tregeagle. My pronouns are he/him.

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Last night I started reading Night Walking by Prof. Beaumont. It felt immediately familiar to me. I mention it now only to make note of the phrase Post Circadian Capitalism and the word Noctivagator . Fab. I did not sleep much after 3am this morning. I'm not getting enough exercise, too sleepy it's a circular...
Every 6 months or so I find myself at the bicycle shop buying another set of blinking LED bicycle lights. The last pair having inevitably fallen apart; fallen off or ceased to work. It always costs 10 bucks more than I expect. They always have new and irritatingly imperfect ways to fasten to my bike. I hate to think...
Sleep has been avoiding me lately. It waits until I have given up on it and then gets me. It normally does so just before I have to get up. I lay awake last night watching my brain churning through increasingly bizarre thoughts. At some stage I was thinking about quantum multiverses and boltzmann brains . The...
Running my hand along the kitchen bench my fingers gripped momentarily on congealed sticky oil. I wiped my fingers on a towel and poured a glass of Roku Gin. Earlier today I booked a cheap hotel room in Colaba, Mumbai. Gregory Robert's book came to mind and I thought of visiting Leopolds Bar. Which I associate with...
Day off work today. I took H to school and Winnie for a trail run . That's what we call it now, apparently. My Garmin watch defined it for me. I could not decide on a definition It wasn't a run because the hills were too steep. It wasn't a walk because I ran/stumbled down the hills. It was a trail with lots of huge...
Emrys and I are mending a puncture... Well we did that, and moved some flooring downstairs. He has his uses. I was just showing him how this blog worked. Smell the rubber, it's puncture fixing time' It's now evening and I'm waiting for the roast to finish cooking. Jax cut my hair and I look spiffing. I didn't clean...
Hello there H, You asked for some money advice. Let's be clear I am no financial advisor. I am barely financially literate. It's true however that I put my beloved R to sleep at night regaling her with my financial equivalent of a shortsighted Don Quixote attacking windmills. I do include management of my wages in...
It has been almost a week since I had a run. I have had a busy week of work and home renovations, and I know that is an excuse. I will go for a run in about an hour. I'm dropping the boy off at a birthday party this afternoon which will give me an uncomplicated hour to go for a run. Like <img...
Blood is amazing stuff, there is no end to it's uses. The blood of pigs is the source for black pudding which is delightful. Milk is mostly blood , it's just more convenient to suck it from a teat than stabbing your cow in the neck Maasai warrior style . The primary function of blood is apparently to keep your...
I was running around Coffs Harbour listening to Annie Lennox speak on an old Desert Island Disc programme yesterday. She talked about how music becomes an intrinsic part of the listener, or words to that effect. In fact she pointed out that words could not suffice to explain the depth of feelings and influence that...
I am exceedingly lazy and my desire to retain knowledge of how my own blog works is dismal. For my own benefit I made a cheat sheet to remind me what I do when I feel like harking on about some crap on this site. I am edging towards doing away with the whole deployment bit and just making the output into the live...
My Motorcycle I took the motorbike (which I tend to think of as on loan from John Lee up the road today. It flew like a Mongolian pony on the steppes. It was great. Winter days here are just perfect. The air is chilled and the sun flashing between the trees is dazzling. I rode up Red Hill, through Coramba and on...

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