Are you sure you’re nervous?
Definitions are important things. We aren’t always speaking the same language, even if we’re speaking the same language. I get nervous. I’m not sure that means the same thing to me as it does to you, however. And what are we talking about – walking home alone in the dark, or swimming with sharks? Happiness is a dictionary. And, according to dictionaries, nervous is: easily … Continue reading Are you sure you’re nervous?
Work to rule is the correct choice.
We live in strange times. The world of work has become very odd. Employment is supposed to be that thing you do that allows you to live your life. You work for the paycheques, and the income lets you pay your bills and do other things. Some jobs are callings, and some are just employment, marking time. But none of them should have an element … Continue reading Work to rule is the correct choice.
Laughter and humour.
Laughter comes in various shapes and sizes, and not all of them are benign. There’s a big difference between laughing with and laughing at someone. I’ve never been very fond of the latter, not in real life, not in television, and not in film. Laughing at is mostly about punching down and the cheap shot, and mostly, I’m not that keen. This is unfortunate: it’s … Continue reading Laughter and humour.
Grief is like Pop Rocks.
My mother died on January 3, 2024, but we – I – finished the last of the bureaucracy last Wednesday. All the notifications we need to do are done, all her services are cancelled, and all the government departments are updated – and why there isn’t one department to do that in this computer age is beyond me. Someone should create a death app. You … Continue reading Grief is like Pop Rocks.
From Famine to Feast. 