Archives for April 2022

Send things in one package.

This is about conversation rather than boxes and padded envelopes.

Things are connected, subjects are not hermetically sealed from each other.

Oh, yes, it’s also about thinking.

Siloed concepts do not have a natural wall between them and the next one, only an artificial one.

It may be useful to hold a patient’s arm steady when placing a bandage, but it’s not necessary to lock down the whole body.

Sounds. Tone and feel.

John Lee Hooker at breakfast – Hey, Hey Hey.

Carly Simon at Brunch – what else but so vain.

Sly and the Family at teatime – it is really a family affair.

Berlin before supper – well, I better not say.

Carlos Santana pre-slumber – magic.

And finally Andreas Wollenweider as we skate towards sleep, dreamy, slow and soft rainbow ridden.

It may amaze anyone that some of the most stupid/corrupt/inept wastrels run some major organizations.

The federal reserve in the USA, the plethora of organizations that keep parts of the machines that limp along almost-enabling a (many of them) country to offer various services or disservices, all perform so far below the top innovators, creators and superior minds of the world.

Why do we let this slide?

How could we change it around so that the best, the wisest, the most impressively capable are really tempted to take on these roles.

We can stop worshipping ridiculous idols, we can boost and promote the best.

We can…maybe, we will!?

And what else?

The meter maid was rocketing along the autostrada at 195 kilometres per hour.

Desperate to meet the quota of tickets for the week.

Those little vehicles were designed for hopping along residential streets, but our meter maid made it to her 333 ticket destination target in one piece.

We were not happy about this.

But we’ll classify it with the other records and rushes, we are keen on none of them.

We prefer slow ticketing (fewer of them!) and lower three-wheeled vehicle crusing speeds (more reaching their destination.)

One lucky maid.

Three tressles support that bridge and I support you.

Perhaps there should be four as they look slender to the task at hand.

Years ago only the odd horse and cart passed above, now 600 horsepower diesel engines shove trailers of bricks, beer and shoes to a far destination.

Walk for six minutes and you will not see or hear any of this. A stream trickles pretending to have no effect on the landscape. But we all know the truth!