Author: songsta

 I can’t understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I’m frightened of the old ones.   —John Cage

We get so stuck in the details of life, the daily grind, the endless to-do lists, agonising over issues we’re facing at work or home. We’re so close to the rungs of the hamster wheel, we end up counting them endlessly as they cycle by, over and over again. The alarm clock wakes us up at the same time every morning. We eat the same breakfast, read the same news sites, drive the same way to work every morning, greet each other in the same automatic way when we get to our desks, and get our regular cup of coffee to get us going to do it all again.

Our lives can be more than this, yet we often don’t see that. We have our faces so closely pressed up against the window, the screen, to try and see more of the detail of what’s inside. Step across to the other side of the street, then have a look. You’ll see that there are more shops than just the one you usually shop at. There are more people walking by than you usually talk to. There are other streets that you’ve never been down.

The world has been around a lot longer than you. It’ll be around a lot longer than you too. Step back a bit and get some perspective.

Thank you Jovanka for inspiring me to start writing again.

The unexamined life is not worth living. – Socrates

As a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool repeats his folly. – Proverbs 26:11

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work,” – Thomas Edison

There’s a serious evil lurking in our corporates. It’s in our faces all the time. It flaunts itself in front of everyone. It keeps us looking into its eyes, distracting us from the real story going on around us.

The slide deck is not your friend.

How did it become so pervasive? No longer simply for presentations, it’s become the only mechanism to convey corporate information. Gone are Word documents, with their boring and tedious “longer-than-140-characters” paragraphs. There no longer seems to be a place for prose, for exposition, development and recapitulation. Where are the powerful storylines, their arcs of narrative and their rousing climaxes?

Instead we’re force-fed the spam of uniformity, of visual sugar packaged into wide-screen bite-size chunks, lulling us with the lie that – click – the world moves – click – predictably forward in – click – linear steps.

Perhaps we present because we feel the need to present, not ourselves, but the self we want to present, never truly present?

I won’t fit into that box. No, you won’t draw a border around me or fill me with your conformity. There are stories to be told, characters that cannot be aligned, adventures beyond the fourth wall.

Yes, I know everyone else is doing it. Exactly my point.

Questions? No?

Thank you.