Archives for 2017

Disparate beauties and the marshmallows of outer space.

Perhaps this would be another epic movie that would redefine a genre for several decades.

We have algorithm soup and the daredevils of digital display to contend with.

Once upon a time… shall we begin again?

The malleability of fiction may only be exceeded by the most plastic of theories and results in the pursuit of the ultimate physics.

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The sign on the hill.

“We use only the best oils….once”…

The rest of the sign was obscured by the new Ritz Grand Charleton Indignation Hotel’s 38-floor edifice.

Was it, therefore, talking about oil changes for cars or, fast food fried oh so well?

The chance of being in that part of the city again is minimal. Tempting as it is to go back and reveal the next words.

Yet I feel, one day we will find the truth.

And, after all, I am trying to be less influenced by incidental interruptions to my highly intellectual thinking!

The menu had no descriptions or items listed, only prices.

Choosing was a strange type of value assessment, it seemed.

None of the waiters and waitresses could provide any further information. 

I asked to speak to the chef, but they said they only had economists in the kitchen. 

I chatted to one person busing tables, and he told me that only accountants were trusted to take away the dirty plates. 

We decided to eat elsewhere.

Seal the envelope and imagine the look of delight when they open it. 

A heartfelt greeting expressed in a concrete way.

What a wonderful gift. 

Then….there is always the surprise arrival to join the celebration right there, in person – you made the effort to travel.

I like this effect both for a person I value and also for the customers of a company I cherish and lead.

Both are about supremely important relationships.

Several sets of steel plated forks.

The kitchen of the future.

Think pasta, and the tortellini is ready.

No guest has a dietary limit without it being catered to.

Until the kitchen rebels.

Until the end of time – al dente.