Behold my first(ish) book! Bug Eyed Roman Soldiers now available on Kindle, a visual odyssey featuring all your favourite magnificently chunky and only slightly dodgy caricatures kitted out in the finest weapons and armour.
Are you greater than our father Jacob?
He was the cleverest man alive. He was father to many. He grasped his fathers’ inheritance when it looked to slip through his fingers. He wrestled with God himself.
Are you greater than our father Jacob?
He was a liar and a miser. He was a coward and a hypocrite. He had assets, not friends and family. He failed his little girl when she needed him most.
Are you greater than our father Jacob?
Yes, says the strange, haggard man by the well.
And because he says yes, somehow I can say that too.
Speed draw of the evolution of Greek warriors from the Bronze Age to Byzantium, in all their bronze clad glory.
An (almost) animated timeline of ancient Persia during the Achaemenid period.
Looking at both the ideological and economic reasons behind the rise of the Nazis.
On the edge of Dachau concentration camp is a concrete ditch, about 6 feet across and 6 deep, steeply angled. Two barbed wire fences separate this ditch (which in turn separated the rest of the camp) from the outside world. One imagines a fearful night where a prisoner, desperate for escape or wanting it all to just end (or both), hurls himself across the ditch, scrambling up, only to entangle himself on the wire. Then comes the alarm’s banshee wail, angry shouts, frantic barking, then the crack of rifles, then nothing.
And while it seems some of the prisoners did this just to end it all, clearly the vast majority of prisoners didn’t. I can’t presume to know why, but I would say this at least affirms human life, even if one is forced to live it in hell on earth. Even living through daily torture, suffering, and humiliation, the prisoners treated life as if it were the most important thing. One more bite of stale bread. One more attempt not to get another beating. One more resigned but brave climbing into the cramped bunks at night, ready for the next day. Despite it all, life was treated by the prisoners as precious. And given that this is how most people in most places at most times treat life, it is probably true.
So it really boggles the mind when any ideology, any group, or any system treats life, or certain people’s lives, as if it weren’t precious.
Speed draw of warriors from Europe and Asia, from the earliest nomads to the age of gunpowder.
Hong Kong, my home, has seen better days. Protests, demonstrations, street violence, bomb plots, conspiracy theories of all shapes and colours, have shaken us all.
One side claims to fight for human rights and freedom, the other claims to fight for stability and order. I haven’t committed myself to either side despite the horrors of the last month or so, but here is what I make of it all:
We are, all of us, focusing on the wrong fight. Continue reading “on the truth in Hong Kong”
Speed draw of Iranian warriors, from the earliest nomads to the age of gunpowder.
