Having stolen an idea from a friend for the previous post, I now ought to post a link my friend has just sent me to a thought-provoking talk about time-wasting.
Apologies if you do not come from the same background as me, but it is not too difficult to watch and has some ideas to prod us whatever our faith or spirituality. Apologies also if you noticed that Maslow’s hierarchy works the other way round when it comes to triangles. I knew there was something odd about it.
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but that is little excuse for lack of blog-material. Maybe I should steal some. I was hoping for another 25 hour day, but the chances are we will lose most of our sleep to the ravings of the little one who is recovering from high temperatures and snotty noses (feels like more than one), so maybe a simpler, 24 hour option is ok really. Like sentences, days should be short enough and to the point.
Please take a look at this triangle (click on it, if you must save your eyesight),
which details some of the digital distractions of modern living. It does look kind of tasty if you are the kind of person who appreciates hierarchical taxonomies (unlike one of my readers.) However, I will be nice to him. He is coming up to three years since the heart attack and I’m not sure what one is supposed to do on such occasions. I was thinking of stopping the blog. However, it may be easier not to. Depending on how distracted I, um…
I did much learning this weekend, as I went back to college. Here is a brief summary.
On Thursday I learnt that it is perfectly reasonable to take a perfectly reasonable child on a plane and that there is no song you cannot sing while waiting in a queue.
On Friday I learnt that you can become your own tourist attraction in Prague if you are tall and carry a baby on your back (this made a curious Japanese party incredibly happy and I still don’t understand why).
On Saturday I learnt that you don’t eat the whole snail.
Yesterday I learnt that I would not like to drive a funicular train, but I wouldn’t mind being a tour guide.
Today I learnt that however complicated and delayed your journey is, it is irrelevant as long as you get home.
Ah, the delights of Ipswich.
Did you know, we even have traffic these days. Don’t expect to get round us that easily!