Author: Suzanne Conboy-Hill

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When Bad Science Persists on the Internet (via The Scholarly Kitchen)

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Persistence and accessibility of information via the internet has been one of its major assets. Unfortunately, that’s also its major flaw. When scientific work is modified, retracted, withdrawn, discredited, there is no real way in which the majority of us can be sure of avoiding the old or dated and finding the best and most creditable material. This article makes the case, with examples, for enduring responsibility by publishers of whatever kind in the governance of the material they put out. For me, there is also the matter of impact and what that means. Academics seek publication in ‘high impact’ … Continue reading When Bad Science Persists on the Internet (via The Scholarly Kitchen)

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Climbing for Jesus

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Climbing for Jesus I went Up Pen-y-Ghent I was spent Dumb wit! A fool From Sunday School A mule For Christ There was a fox and Horses’ hocks Up there on the rocks No shit! Stupid boots Catholic roots Home to roost In wet tights Aren’t they all bent, Hunters of souls’ rent? Tally ho I went ©suzanne conboy-hill 2011 Pen-y-Ghent is a fell in the Yorkshire Dales. This happened. Even the fox. Continue reading Climbing for Jesus

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Wired for Health

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

This post was due up last week, then the news about Samantha Backler came through. She deserved her time in the spotlight. On March 17th, an extraordinary event took place at the Lighthouse in Brighton’s North Laines. The R&D department at Sussex Partnership has been developing ideas for projects – research and clinical practice – that seeks digital solutions to health care problems. Second Life is already a research environment for some of us, and more projects are either underway or at the work-up stage. We are also keen to capitalise on social media for communication with staff and service … Continue reading Wired for Health

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Philosopher Stoned

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Philosopher Stoned He is brazenly, brilliantly, brassed off by the polished politics of the righteous right. He heats arguments on pupils bright as buttons of molten jet in eyes alive with intellectual trickery. He rolls concepts and ideas over the strop of his tongue like globules of mercury, loosed from the tedium of measurement. His love of chase is betrayed by tiny garnet blushes on nose and cheeks; cooing infants to his icy fire of victory. He scrubs the thoughts of neophytes with the steel wool of Socratic questioning. Deftly iterating incantations of hegemonies, he hides exquisite diamond cuts in … Continue reading Philosopher Stoned

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Mismatch

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Recycled from 2009, here’s one of my very first flash pieces, written as part of my university fiction writing course. Mismatch Andy wriggled in his seat, stretching his legs, or trying to, in the cramped space that was Dress Circle. In his head he tried out phrases such as ‘Well, who’d have thought a Carstairs play would turn out to be this tedious!’ and ‘I’m happy to cut and run if you are!’ but one glance at Alison, leaning forward as far as possible and with eyes like saucers, told him that this was already a non-starter. He grappled for … Continue reading Mismatch

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Rationalising and Re-cycling

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

For reasons that had to do with ignorance, and the idea that there might a cap to the number of posts I am allowed, (or at least might be likely to approach in the next hundred years), I put my fiction on its own page, and then announced each new entry in a post. How dumb is that? Same number of posts but no room for contiguous comment – sheesh! So, as of now, my bits and pieces of writing, including the infamous ‘poitry’ if that ever emerges again, will be posted on their own page where they can accrue … Continue reading Rationalising and Re-cycling

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Samantha Backler – died of starvation

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Samantha was a 29 year old woman with cerebral palsy who was in the sole care of her mother. It is thought that she died as a result of being unable to care for herself or to call for help when her mother died suddenly. This was in 2010. There had been concerns since 1998 after Mrs Wolf, Samantha’s mother, was admitted to hospital with mental health problems, after which support from GPs and social services was increasingly denied. Mrs Wolf, apparently, was afraid that Samantha would be taken away from her. (St Albans Review inquest report) I can understand … Continue reading Samantha Backler – died of starvation

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Tales for Canterbury

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

This is from Cat Connor via a friend: On 22nd February, Christchurch, New Zealand, and the wider Canterbury region, was rocked by another round of serious earthquakes. This time they struck during the middle of the day causing more devastation, and loss of life, to a city still trying to pick up the pieces from last September’s quakes. Author Cassie Hart asked immediately what can writers do to help – and came up with Tales For Canterbury. She and Anna Caro with help from Random Static and DesignEm have pulled together an anthology. ALL proceeds will go to Red Cross. … Continue reading Tales for Canterbury

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‘When Glorious Eyes Close’

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Up on  Hazard Cat now. And you thought I just wrote about psychopaths – pah! I’m updating this post because, actually, the story is pretty much fact rather than fiction. I have kept cats for many years and once had 13 Persians, part Persians, and odd mogs at the same time. Many were related as I bred Persians – at least that was the idea, although Eric the Ever Ready, a beat up wonky eared tom who camped outside my house, had other ideas. Of all of those, the only two who showed any real bond was a mother and … Continue reading ‘When Glorious Eyes Close’

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