Whatever Muse May Strike

On frosty mornings like we are having at the moment we don't have a choice but to clear the windscreen of ice. [Mind you this morning I did meet a woman driving the wrong side of the road in a complete white-out windscreen. It was like watching a blind walrus trying to scale a cliff. Funny to watch but don't get too close.....but I digress]. With these frosty windscreens I tend to turn on the car engine for a minute or two before I get the kids in to clear the wind screen. I also use a scraper as well, before you all call Al Gore on me so it's just to finish off the job. I go inside and get the troops ready then off we go. Cars can idle, that's the point. They can just sit there and keep chugging away, no turmoil or inner demons for them. Just sit and spew CO2 into the atmosphere.
A mind can't just idle along like a car engine in the driveway. Maybe that is the true element of humanity. Like nature itself, the mind abhors a vacuum. The few minutes of solitude can inundate the little grey cells with enough racing thoughts and ideas to fill ten novels and file a thousand patents, well maybe a few dozen anyway. The Greeks could see this, so they gave us the muses. A man was driven by whatever muse may strike. And that is how this blog will work. No major underpinning philosophy, no change the world ideology or information to make your "Remember the milk" ipod app work twice as fast, well maybe some but not much. This blog is about the random ramblings of a university bureaucrat with exposure to ideas all day and a place to unload my thoughts on life and the world as I see it, whichever muse may strike!