There’s this post on Seth Godin’s blog called “Avoiding the GIGO trap” that other than being brilliant as Godin’s posts so often are, also reminded me of what I’ve always felt differentiated the people I’ve worked on the spectrum of face-slappingly awful to walk-on-water great. On the awful side of the […]
I’ve clocked 80.76km so far in runs this month. That’s almost 80.76km more than what I ran last month. The reason, I tell myself, that I have run so much is because there’s quite a bit of a competition in the office. We’ve signed up for a marathon; we’re tracking […]
Sometimes I think life’s too short. There’s so much I want to do! But then again, maybe it’s just right, as said so beautifully by Lin Yutang in The Importance of Living: The situation then is this: man wants to live, but he still must live upon this earth. All […]
Read Tim Ferriss’ Tool of Titans on the train yesterday evening on Jocko Willink. There was this thing about the #0445club, which after a late night of drinks seemed to me like an incredible idea I had to try. So this morning… #0445club A pity about the rain though. Had […]
From the book Master of the Three Ways (菜根譚) by Hong Zicheng: A single cloud leaves the peaks: Going or staying, with neither is it tangled. A bright mirror like moon hangs in the sky: Peace or noise, with neither is it concerned. I must have read the above passage […]
“Just smile and wave boys,” he said, as he walked out of the office door. We were going for lunch, and our poor colleague was stuck with the boss. It was a Madagascar reference. A cute, funny scene. But what it reminded me of was a poem by Stevie Smith; […]
Flowers grow on dirt; manure. On diamonds? Never. May I be like dirt. May those who encounter me grow and bloom.
I’m an avid reader, but have grown up reading almost exclusively non-fiction. Not because I don’t enjoy them, or think any less of fiction than I do non-fiction; it’s mostly because I can never remember the names of all the characters! (Especially in novels…) In non-fiction, the cast of characters […]
When Polly wants a cracker, Polly eats a cracker. But the million-dollar question is not whether parrots and humans can act out their inner desires – the question is whether they can choose their desires in the first place. Why does Polly want a cracker rather than a cucumber? Why do […]
My child. Makes me mad as hell. Then looks at me, says, “sorry” with a look in his eyes that tells me he really means it. Hell no longer, I wonder what it was that I was so angry about.