Author Archives: Ed Medley

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 40 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his 40 years of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.

N07h1ng 15 51mpl3

I just learned yet again: Nothing is Simple. Or in leetspeak: N07h1ng 15 51mpl3. (Leetspeak is short for “elite speak”: communication where a letters replace numbers or other characters. e.g.: “leet” in leetspeak is 1337). But “N07h1ng 15 51mpl3″ is perhaps … Continue reading

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A positive (+) look on life this morning: +1 = 1 year since my last post (50/20) which celebrated two important events – the most important being my 20th wedding anniversary.

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50 years ago today John F. Kennedy challenged America to put a man on the moon within a decade. (Yes, I know: a man). And in 1969 it came to be, with a Giant Step for Mankind (Yes, I know. … Continue reading

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clefts of reflection

between romps, adventures, clatter come as leafly rustles

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at first glance a wall but a  visage lovelier for weathered sculpture   beyond the surface freshness – shadows and depth beguile and confuse

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cross words on 2

In 1967 I worked part-time as a Special Effects helper on a  TV game show at the Beeb – the  BBC, or British Broadcasting Corporation – where I saw crosswords and heard cross words.

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oozing hillsides

Today’s San Francisco Chronicle newspaper had a story on hillside failures in the San Francisco Bay town of Hercules: “Oozing Hillside Imperils Home“.  ”Oozing hillside” is a poetic way to describe “landslide”. Even more poetic is the explanation given by the … Continue reading

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Jam, honey, bread, syncline

Browsing through the March pages in my 1986 diary, I found a tasty entry. I had just finished a horrible job at Bandar-e-Taheri,  on the Persian Gulf, in Iran. I was there to supervise drilling exploration for a proposed oil … Continue reading

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  blue me, wandering beside blue canal – I  laugh at a hawsered laundry of bicycles: bicycles everywhere;  stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums yet these two, almost kissing a chaste synapse separating blue and red: red lights, not chaste, yet separated … Continue reading

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“4-6-2!”.”4-4-4!” “Little sod! Bugger off!”. These  expressions  still chuff in my ears 50 or so years after I first heard them, as a  trainspotter. 

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