MINDLESS MUSINGS
That's what I reckon
recent posts
about
Category: Corporate Confusion: We’re up to Our Necks in it.
-
“Dearly belovedWe are gathered here today to get through this thing called life” Prince “Let’s Go Crazy” I promised I wouldn’t be venturing into philosophy and mysticism, and I still don’t intend to (for now). However, it is crucial to look at the almost countless worldviews of all these humans on this big ball. The…
-
The world I have envisaged at this point remains tribal and by extension familial. Besides inter-tribal marriage and mob mergers, by force or mutual agreement, even the largest villages had a generational lineage. After enough time these tribes would have something resembling a royal family. You know, the descendants of successful scoundrels. Okay, there probably…
-
In the late 1990s I worked for a magazine distribution company that will remain nameless. I was in my mid 20s and a weekend binge drinker like all my mates. I often credit this job for tipping me over the alcoholic edge. I’ll leave that downward spiral for another day. At this point it was…
-
***Massive Cynicism Alert*** Things are looking pretty grim for anyone not willing or able to keep up with the accelerating changes, or for those that invest their precious time and energy on the wrong potential source of income. The profit hungry behemoths do not possess sympathy for those that do not generate wealth. Notice how…
-
Blue collar work isn’t very intellectually demanding, so there’s plenty of time to ponder. I’ve always been a nerd, but university was never on my radar. I didn’t enrol until I was in my late 30s – that’s another thread and one I will be eternally grateful for. Anyway, this sideroad concerns all the contemplation…
-
Before the rise of the first great empires there must have been an era of nothing larger than a great village. Some sliver of time before towns became a thing. Nothing but a spectrum going from hunter gatherers and/or nomadic tribes through fledgling farming communities and peaking with a scattering of big ass villages. I…
-
“This used to be a place Where a man could find some work Put together Holdens or a foundry job at worst…” Chorus “They’re shutting down our town They’re cutting down out town No more production line blue collar can be found They’ll tear it to the ground…”…
-
The surviving nomadic/ hunter gatherers kept doing what they did best. Some may have found a nice, secluded space and settled. Some of those may have grown and joined the space (as in taking it up) race. Many remained humble and lived a simple life; for as long as they could anyway. As for all…
-
The people on the shop floor know they are just numbers, expendable numbers. They look at their supervisors (team leaders, leading hands or whatever other bullshit title) and know that those Schmoes are standing on even thinner ice. No sympathy for them of course, they took the step up, they enforce the shitty rules –…
-
Skip forward a handful of generations and some of the booming tribes will have grown into villages. They would be working out the most efficient use of their labour power and ensuring the necessary know-how gets passed along to the next generation. The better they are at this the more fruitful their harvest. Security was…
MINDLESS MUSINGS 