A friendly Buddha.
Local street art South Yarra, Victoria.
Words Are Windows (or They’re Walls) by Ruth Bebermeyer.
I feel so sentenced by your words, I feel so judged and sent away, Before I go I’ve got to know, Is that what you mean to say? Before I rise to my defense, Before I speak in hurt or fear, Before I build that wall of words, Tell me, did I really hear? Words are windows, or they’re walls,
They sentence us, or set us free. When I speak and when I hear, Let the love light shine through me. There are things I need to say, Things that mean so much to me, If my words don’t make me clear, Will you help me to be free? If I seemed to put you down, If you felt I didn’t care, Try to listen through my words, To the feelings that we share.
Fuck-a-doodle-do! How can it be that the algorithm even imagines that I might need this?
Spring is here and brings bright colours.
“Whoever has learned to be anxious in the right way, has learned the ultimate.” Søren Kierkegaard
_ ”Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.” _ Robert Louis Stevenson
“Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you quit, try.” Ernest Hemingway.
”I’m smart enough to know I’m dumb.” Richard Feynman
Thank goodness for RSS.
Recently the internet has become an even bigger dumpster fire of a mess burning away. I’m doing my best to ignore all the background screeching of social media, advertising addled websites and the constant menace of being watched by surveillance capitalism. Is it any wonder people are so distracted?
For my own sanity these are exactly the kinds of situations I deliberately avoid. And a big part of my approach has been adopting #RSS feeds to subscribe to folk who are interesting and have something interesting to say. I subscribe to blogs as well as posts from specific people on social media, I get to read what they’re up to without any intermediation or unnecessary distraction.
I find #RSS is the best way to consume content online. It always has been, and it still is for me.
Not gated, not filtered, no ads, just want you want delivered direct to you fast when there’s something new. It’s hard to beat.
“I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.” Richard Feynman.
The first of the wisteria.
Looking west towards Thirteenth Beach from Barwon Heads Park.
Towards Barwon Heads, Victoria 3227, Australia. William Buckley Bridge in the background.
“What counts as a crisis is the expectation of loss of control; in other words, cybernetic breakdown in an institution.” Stafford Beer, Brain of the Firm (2nd ed.), 1981.
“Should we all stand by complaining, and wait for someone malevolent to take it over and enslave us? An electronic mafia lurks around that corner.” Stafford Beer, Designing Freedom, 1974.
Absolutely, definitely made of polyester.
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Spring 2024.
I have just learnt that avocado oil has an exceptionally high smoke point of 271oC / 520oF. I can’t wait to try it with my next stir fry dinner.
In every crisis there’s always someone looking to make money.