URSABLOG. A Change in Space and Time 6: Time Redeemed.
One of the things I find most fascinating about shipping is the relationship between time and space, and how markets adapt to it. If trade is the buying and selling of goods over t
URSABLOG. A Change in Space and Time 5: A Trick of the Light
What is often forgotten about ancient Athenian democracy – particularly considering its influence on the Enlightenment, and the various revolutions that followed – is that it w
URSABLOG. A Change in Space and Time 4: Books Do Furnish a Room
I did not expect that moving house would bring into focus my mortality, and on what to do with the time I had left on this planet. I had hoped and expected that it would be rejuven
URSABLOG. A Change in Space and Time 3: Sound and Vision.
At one point soon after I moved into my new place, dispirited by towers of unopened cardboard boxes, I started to think that it was foolish of me to hang on to so much stuff, espec
URSABLOG: A Change in Space and Time. Part 2: My Favourite Shirt
You may have come across Parkinson’s Law: Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion. Well, I think this can be adapted into other areas of life, whilst sti
URSABLOG: A Change in Space and Time
I’ve just moved house – from one part of central Athens to another – and even though the distance is short, and the new flat is more or less the same size, this change has pr
URSABLOG: Do The Rules Still Apply?
Around ten years ago, in the midst of the worst dry bulk carrier market for a generation, when some ships were being arrested and auctioned by pitiless and ignorant banks, and many
URSABLOG: And So It Begins…
As Samuel Johnson might have said, had he been a British shipbroker based in Greece: “Well sir [or madam], when a shipbroker is tired of Posidonia, he [or she] is tired of sh
URSABLOG: Plumbing The Depths
One of the more striking features of the remains of the ancient and famous city of Mycenae in the Argolid (just north of Nafplio) is the cistern there. You may think I’m being a
URSABLOG: Time for Redemption
Spring has crept up on me this year, and as Easter approaches, it’s as though subtle heralds of the season are sneaking up on me through my senses. I am intermittently blinded by