What makes a good leader?
Effective communication and kindness.
What makes a good leader?
Effective communication and kindness.
You ever have one of those Fridays after a long, hard week and you sit down to relax and it just feels so good not to be doing for a moment? You start looking forward to the other ways you’ll relax this weekend, and it hits you….
It’s only fucking Tuesday.
Mother fucker.
I love those conversations that just grab you and take you all over the place. you start out talking about normal shit, and an hour later you’re on to self-sacrifice, and the origin of time. an hour after that, you’re discussing the feasibility of raccoon speech and which sense you would give up if you had to choose one. and then ending the evening with a debate about trees (or any plant) having a soul.
That kinda shit makes my soul sing.
What snack would you eat right now?
A cup of pears…It was yummy! 😝
I love spirals. they are everywhere, and are the physical embodiment of emergent order.
But a spiral in the direction of hair growth at the back/top of the head? Seriously, mother nature?
i recently shaved my head, and decided that today, i was going to take it down to skin. When i had my mohawk, this was a quick 10-15-minute thing for an against-the-grain shave.
but that strip that i only recently removed for the first time? it had a secret. a secret that made shaving with a razor fucking retarded… a god damn spiral.
the hair on that part of my head grows in all sorts of different directions. i don’t know if this how it is for all people, but i’m including everyone in my angry rant of confusion. Again – really, mother nature?
i’m not in the mood to research this, i’m just bitching.
but apparently I have a Fibonacci-esque pattern—unseen for decades—etched into my frickin’ scalp…
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honestly, that’s actually kinda fun….
I love my dog, Little Man (Frik), but i have never in my life met an animal who had so little awareness of what his front feet are doing.
it’s funny how inspiration works sometimes. You get inspired, start writing or working on something; you get in the zone. Everything is flowing and just works. Your confidence skyrockets, and you feel great.
And then – nothing. full fucking stop. You finish that sentence or whatever, and the whispers of the muse in your head go silent. The next idea or paragraph crawls back into hiding and you only catch glimpses of it as it scurries around.
it’s kinda beautiful if you think about it. The thought isn’t complete enough and it goes into self-inflicted solitary until it is ready to take its place in the piece.
it’s also the cosmic equivalent of your mom turning off the lights when you’re reading in bed, saying, “put the damn book away and go to sleep!”.
I am a human embodiment of chaotic equilibrium.
What relationships have a positive impact on you?
Non-answer answer time!!
I have found over the years that the single, most influential relationship that you will ever have – positive or negative – is with yourself. Every other relationship in your life is built on that foundation.
A while back, i posted this.
As a continuation of that….
i grabbed a cup of pears from the fridge, went back to my desk to finish what i was working on.
halfway through the cup of fruit, i realize i’m eating pineapple. I have a few different kinds of fruit cups in the fridge and i grabbed the wrong one.
and didn’t realize it until i had eaten half of what i had.
So, yeah. That’s um… interesting? And potentially indicative of the need for a vacation….