Moyle View

This blurry, inaccurate, not especially flattering but fondly-regarded photograph was taken in 1997 in Cushendall, Nothern Ireland at the beginning of a two-day slog through the moor, mire and bog of the Moyle Region of County Antrim. Given that the name Moyle is so rare hereabouts that I'd never even met anyone with the name, I thought that this was pretty cool.

Disclaimer
This is my personal home page (as opposed to my professional home page) so don't expect to find too much to do with computers, McMaster University, or much of anything of universal importance. What follows are things of interest to me, or to my friends, as well as some things that I'm testing out and the odd bit of sheer egomanical induldgence.
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Kenneth Moyle

For No Good Reason - a Webcam

I'm playing around with a webcam, mostly in my office. If you see me and the time seems current, I'm there, doing that which I do - if you move quick, you might catch me before my approach-detection-system alarm goes off and I escape out the window.

Why I Hate The Celestine Prophecy

May 18th, 1996
The Celestine Prophecy *has perched near the top of the New York Times best-sellers list for the better part of two years, and has apparently inspired thousands of people.... all this despite the fact that it's complete pap. There has to be something going on when such a stunningly bad excuse for a novel, consisting of little more than basic self-help and indistinct new-age spirituality pasted clumsily onto an irrelevant framework of dull narrative, catches the public imagination so. I offer you, the enquiring wwwreader, my amateur analysis of this puzzling phenomenon.

Why People Hate "Why I Hate The Celestine Prophecy"

September 29th, 1996
*My opinions of The Celestine Prophecy have not gone unchallenged; far from it. In fact, dozens of Redfield's followers have leapt to his defense, dismantling my arguments with brutal logic, biting wit and penetrating philosophical insight. For your edification, I've compiled some of my favourites.

Atheists Anonymous

March 8, 1998
Once upon a time, in the midst of what I hoped was a personal spriritual crisis, I began writing a set of pages which I called Atheists Anonymous, an imaginary support group for theistically-minded atheists and recovering agnostics. It might now be better called AAA, Apathetic Atheists Anonymous, because I didn't so much get over things as I did lose interest in dissecting every fibre and nerve of my epi-epiphany. I leave the pages up as a memorial to a fondly remembered fancy.

The Electronic Barbershop: Results (finally) Released!

Back in early 1995, I decided to let you, the aggregate network citizen, pick my new image. The votes collected from the Electronic Barbershop Page have been compiled, analyzed, fretted over and duly tampered with, and the results of this ill-fated experiment in democratic coiffure are now available for the small (but surprisingly non-zero) number of people who care.