Glasögon

When I was in Stockholm a few weeks ago, I noticed that I had trouble focusing on glowing objects at a distance. When I got back, the phenomenon didn't go away, so I went to see the optometrist. As it turns out, I've most likely been hyperopic all my life, without noticing because it's been a small enough defect not to bother me. Lately, with me working too much, though, and the defect has come to the surface. Hence the glasses, for when I read. Just to give the poor muscles of my eye time to relax.

Dying in front of the lens

Suitcases belonging to Robert Capa, containing thousands of negatives from the Spanish Civil War have been found. Certain members of the Larsen family who have written profusely on the question of the authenticity of the "Falling soldier" picture are no doubt thrilled.

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In other, photography-related linkage, this video shows how a camera lens is made. It's an intricate process, taking six weeks. What I like most about it is how messy the process seems, but how perfect the result is.

When the philosopher Baruch de Spinoza wasn't writing huge, monumental works of philosophy, he was a lens grinder. Put another way, he was a lens-grinder who wrote philosophical books. He died of phthisis - tuberculosis caused by inhaling irritants: fine, glass dust.