A moving pictorial representation of the dark truth that lurks beneath the pristine waters of success.Read More
Dear devotees, stalwhaughts and innocent bystanders,
I’ve called this an email in the heading, but it’s not really. It’s more like an open letter.
To be honest, I don’t like open letters; they’re all for show. Open letters are flamboyantly hurled into the ether in a show of look-at-me self-gratification. Emails, by contrast, are sent directly to a recipient and are supposed to be read by that person. My emails are genuine attempts to make contact with an individual or entity about a topic of gravity and immediate import (it’s not my fault if other people want to electronically read the beautifully written correspondence over that recipient’s shoulder).
And here’s my problem, and the reason for my non-email. In the case of most of you, I’m unable to get into direct contact. (In fact, many of you who should, by rights, be reading this, aren’t – a jovial un-hello to you.)
In short: emails get to people – this piece of correspondence will miss a huge proportion of you.
Let me explain it as simply and un-boringly as possible:Read More
This may be my last post of the year before Jesus turns 2017, so I thought I’d give you my tips on resurrection from death.
Only joking – that’s blasphemous and requires many more than 500-odd words to properly explain.
I’m actually going to give my advice on end-of-year work parties. I wrote down 16,000 during my lunch break – here are ten of the OK ones:… Read the restRead More
The items that we now categorise as weasel words, wank language and corporate buzzwords weren’t always the indefensible, indecipherable brain-slop of desk-shackled keyboard tappers.
Almost every single one began as a word or term that didn’t make you want to chainsaw it alive and throw its corpse into an abandoned quarry.
Some were very good words: think of bespoke, curate and granular.
Some were not quite so pleasing to look at or say, but had delightful original meanings: think of journey, storytelling or kicking goals.
And some were fairly plain but serviceable: think of action (the noun), drive and disrupt.
Each of them has succumbed. Action has become an entirely unnecessary verb. Journey, drive and disrupt have reached epidemic proportions and have lost almost all meaning to the point where “Let’s drive a disruption journey” would now be considered a perfectly legitimate (possibly an “innovative”) sentence in many offices. Storytelling is what a lot of people who can’t tell stories profess to do exceptionally well these days. Etc, etc.
Yes, each of the has succumbed, but not in a single, fell swoop. Instead they have succumbed in a relatively lengthy process of bollocksification. It can take many forms, but it usually goes something like this:… Read the restRead More
I’m not afraid to admit that I’ve come to the end of my professional tether more than once in my time. I’ve reached the point where a steady income has seemed far less preferable to escaping a certain work environment – escaping out into a world of destitution where the blisters are extravagant, the hunger is hallucinogenic, but where the absence of corporate nerds telling me how “key” it is that my “deliverables” are “actioned” in a “timely manner” on a “go forward basis” is like a salve for my flayed soul.
Yes, several times I’ve approached the edge of the career abyss and thought, “Oo, that gaping void looks alluring.”
I’ve fantasised about its darkness. Its coolness. Its quietness. I’ve considered that there might be Bach playing approximately halfway down. I’ve conjectured that there is a fernery at the bottom.
What’s stopped me from stepping into the pleasant nothingness? The truth.… Read the restRead More
Before I became a father, when people told me that parenthood was a great educator, I would scoff with the flamboyant malice of a reality dating show villain and walk out of the room.
Since our daughter was born, however, I’ve learnt some important lessons, one of the most vital being that suddenly leaving somebody alone in a room can make them very very upset to the point where they forget to breathe, leak saliva from the mouth and slam half a banana in your eye when you return and try to console them.
It turns out those I had ridiculed were right. Sorry to all of you reading this that I did scoff on.
Many of the things I’ve come to understand since becoming partly responsible for our little marshmallow addict are applicable outside the world of domesticity.
Here are just a few:… Read the restRead More
…preferably without quite as much of the foul language as usual.
I decided not to be a smart arse for once in my life and came up with this – about the person who hides behind Haught… and shyness:… Read the restRead More
The other day my wife, my daughter (Lucy) and I were coming home from a walk. We went via a cricket oval.
It was late afternoon and a game had just finished. We passed the pavilion and began to climb the hill towards our house when we all noticed a cricketer having a wizzle up against a fence of a nearby house.
He wasn’t particularly well hidden – there was just a barely living clump of bush obscuring his dude – but we probably wouldn’t have noticed him had it not been for the fact he was emitting wind with gay abandon.… Read the restRead More
“Grandpa, what was Agile Methodology?”
“Ah, that’s a very good question, kiddo.”
“And what’s the answer?”
“The answer to what?”
“About Agile Methodology.”
“Oh. Oh… that. I thought you were talking about the other thing.”
“The… thing… with… about… the… the… bi-… about… Biff… Pelican. Biff Pelican.”
“Well it’s a funny story, actually. I used to have this weblog. And -”
“I was asking about Agile Methodology.”
“No. No. Of course you were.”… Read the restRead More