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Saturday 29 January 2022

Random Thoughts

So if a person had billions sloshing around in cash, they wouldn’t need to please investors with returns – they could buy-up and invest in challengers that have a chance of fundamentally delivering human needs in better ways than the big, bloated behemoths.

If you are taught to be an orc but you are an elf, then you won’t be considered to be a very good student. The industrialised education to work to retirement system is a training for orcs, with the creepiest orcs becoming the prison guards before they too are left to rot.

Humans are demons to most animals – yet sometimes show the capability of being angels to dogs.

I identify as a human being. Everything else is worn on top and ultimately removed.

Most of my ideas for the coming week arrive on a Sunday, when I’m not thinking about it.

Faces

Faces, faces everywhere
But not you
Not you, anywhere.
No touch of you
No beautiful you;
Only me and the dark,
Haunted by echoes
Of a once beating heart;
Condemned to yearn
But dead to you -
A figure in the corners, 
Behind shadows, 
Floating out of reach.

Silence Calls

Silence calls
the sound of nothing.
No any
No thing
No deathly
hum.
No ifs
But thank you.
You’re listening.

Broken Screen

Wounds of the mind
cling to the familiarity of sadness.
Drip-fed addictions
waste my skin away.
My words are dead.
Life is staring at a broken screen.

Thursday 27 January 2022

Journal 2022-01-27

It’s more productive to set myself an achievable target for the day, rather than to work x amount of hours, as it provides me with an incentive to focus and work efficiently. If I really enjoy every bit of the work, then I do it anyway and the structure is unnecessary.

Random Thoughts:

I watched a film in my head as I slept the other night. It was the trope of a lift (elevator) getting stuck, but this lift would get stuck on different floors and let different characters in, before moving on. The lift finally arrives after the characters play out their drama.

If listening to music, I usually dance when getting out of bed in the morning - often also around the house, and sometimes in the street (when no one is looking).

A true superpower is finding joy in most circumstances.

There must be plenty of data now to model outcome probabilities for different political policies, which could then be used as a tool to help make better informed decisions. Instead, stressed-out posturing politicians are supposed to have all the insight based on their current (often negative) incentives and whims.

Sunday 23 January 2022

Journal 2022-01-23

“Smart” seems to my buzzword of choice for this year. It’s very handy to be able to monitor and automate one’s own things and tasks. My concern is just that I don’t want other people to monitor and automate my things and tasks.

Random Thoughts:

Tap-ins count the same as long shots.

Helping others helps yourself feel better. What if nobody needs help? Help the stars by appreciating them. 

The early Christian church was persecuted by the worldly power of the time, only to become the persecutor once it had the power – a theme often repeated in history when the same mentality is merely changing hats. 

The big questions give the same answer: mystery. 

Very creative people play in their work.

Sunday for me is more a day for downloading than uploading.

Brainstorming is data scraping the mind. The best ideas flow from dreams.

Saturday 22 January 2022

Podcast #11

She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways

BY WILLIAM WORDSWOTH
A Little Bit of Drama
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Besides the spring of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

A Clock

The cold face of time
stalks the spinning room:
Clicks staring at the numbness,
Until they stop too.

Saturday 15 January 2022

The Oak

A once delicate acorn
now shades me;
the leaves breathing
and quivering
with the sun.
Greens and browns heave
the chilled tangles of roots and limbs
and spaces hidden in between.
A warm pulse thaws
the skeletal yearning,
until frozen sighs
return, again.

Sunday 9 January 2022

Fear

Unseen,
Fear appears on the pillow
and shakes the shadows;
Casting dreams
with desperate whispers
of days that cannot be.