Skills and knowledge can now be learnt at any point in life because the resources are openly accessible. What is truly valuable is a learning that inspires the imagination to create rather than repeat.
Artists observe. Intense feelings of empathy are welcome but lead only to misery if overwhelming.
I don’t think life is about the number of points scored, or marks totalled on both sides of a ledger.
Reliving memories of things going wrong can cause worry when presented with a similar situation. It’s better to have learned, so the replay isn’t necessary.
Why do answerers never say why “that’s a great question” is so great? I also would like to know why other questions aren’t that marvellous, with details of the grade achieved, percentile scored, and marks out of ten for effort 😉
Sunday is my favourite day of the week, but I wouldn’t want every day to be Sunday.
Saturday is when I can work a full day on what interests me most. I plan no work on a Sunday, but ironically this can be my most productive day because it’s usually when the best thoughts and feelings occur.
Less than one workout per week generally sees a deterioration in fitness or strength. Once a week is the minimum to maintain athleticism in the short-term; twice has marginal improvements; three to four times sees consistent gains; more than four has diminishing benefits.
Sonnet 18 sounds great when repeated in a vocal melody with Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major.
It is more fulfilling to create than consume.
Tip: The French in particular love it if, when visiting their country, you speak English at them and expect to be understood. Try also repeating yourself more slowly and loudly, as they might not have heard the first time.
Add depth to 2D habits.
Who you choose to spend your time with is the most important decision you can make.
Getting what you want can be the worst thing ever to happen to you. Not getting what you want can be the best thing ever to happen to you. And vice versa.
I could perform my music, poems and monologues on open mics – and film it if I want to. Sounds good to me, as live audiences always lift up the energy.
Powering down before the upload completes would be a pity.
Books, pen, pencil, paintings, guitar, piano, tea, coffee, flowers, trees, animals, peace, love.
Writing 50 threads within a theme, each comprising 1,000 words.
The tender beauty in your eyes is my breathing.
Experienced reality is an interpretation of the senses.
Acting is imagination.
I really should be doing ALBOD on camera. So far though, better something than nothing.
An over-focus on moving parts blurs the emergent meaning.
Cruelty, callousness, delusion, suffering. Love, kindness, truth, joy.
Optimal: Increase leverage by delegation; delegate to someone who is better at the task than you; to humane people who believe in each other and the shared goal; who have practical insightfulness.
Parliament has a hilarious Gallery of the Grotesque, where British politicians have their oil painting portraits commissioned from grateful public funds. They look so masterfully earnest. Much advised if you fancy a laugh.
I tend to pick and choose between “American” English and ‘British’ English, defaulting to the familiar unless the American version is clearly “better”.
If I am a robot then I am exquisite. This robot is rewriting the program, which was the point in the first place.
Sexiness sells the cornflakes.
Businesses refer to units sold. Businesses tap market trends. Businesses sell identity. But when the smoke clears and the mirrors fall, only what is real remains.
I’m sitting here under an old oak true, on a bright September afternoon, with my phone at the ready, having told myself to record literally anything that pops into my head. Well the first thought that jumps to the top of the queue isn’t particularly interesting, but here goes…
It is quite an old joke that “it’s er” can sound like “Sir” when introducing oneself. So I remember going to some event where I had to sign in at the front desk; I introduced myself as “it’s”, then as the man behind the desk was picking up his pen, I offered the dreaded “er”, before finally saying my name. I noticed a moment of sardonic glee before he sneered: “Sir Bobby Walker, is it?”. I said “not yet” and the man next to him, who had been intently looking down, broke into a laugh – (must have been how I said it rather than what I said). The first man grimaced and grumbled to himself, as if annoyed by my response. My interpretation walking away was that he was expecting people to be nervous and this was his welcome, from a raised chair behind a desk, within an institution.
I’m thinking of this now more as an observation of how some people engage in this world trying to subdue others. The man would have been a lot happier if he was interested in helping the people he met.