Sometimes I have the attention span of a gnat and sometimes it’s infinitely longer than my years. And more than once I’ve been sorely tempted to give up and throw in the towel. I didn’t. I put this down to discipline. The kind applied through commitment, hard work, patience and endurance. It’s taken all of […]
It’s a spanner in the works. The first record of that phrase in print is in P. G. Wodehouse’s ‘Right Ho, Jeeves’ 1934. John Lennon used a play on this phrase in his book ‘A Spaniard in the Works’ and like most Brits in the 1950s he was a fan of ‘Professor’ Stanley Unwin, a […]
The flight plans of travellers everywhere have been perversely disrupted in a recent decision by Australia-based Qantas Airways to ground it’s aircraft around the globe. These actions typify what amounts to the paying public being used as collateral damage in the tussle between the Company and three worker Unions: TWU, AIPA and ALAEA.
Sometimes we mistake bloody mindedness for tunnel vision. It isn’t. And it’s a common mistake among those who think it is. But where being bloody minded makes us stubbornly obstructive and unwilling to co-operate; tunnel vision on the otherhand keeps what matters central in our vision. The effect is a constricted circular tunnel-like field of […]
‘Crazy-making’ just got dirtier. And these days, we dance it up like never before. To me, it’s as if the marauding nature of the online social-packs bolster a person’s bravado enough for them to do a quick hit and run on anyone, for any reason just because they can.
If the ’90’s had a catch-cry, it was this, “fake it till you make it”. In other words, ‘act as if’, imitate confidence so that it produces success in you. The upshot being, said catch-cry might generate some ‘real’ confidence where there previously wasn’t any. So, is this a self-purposing snow-job?
As a child and growing up in a small rural township here in New Zealand, I thought our family Doctor was a nice enough man. My mother, a chronic bronchial asthma sufferer swore by him. Me, I was less enamoured, though me was also only six years old and my opinion wasn’t, how would you […]
When I was growing up on the farm, a calf we had, loved to stand at my mother’s washing line (in the paddock) and suck on the sheets. Only the sheets. Somewhere in his thinking, they’d become like a bovine pacifier since he himself was an orphan. Comforting perhaps.
Although centuries apart, my mother and the great Persian philosopher Rumi were in cahoots together. They were! Neither of them willingly stuck plasters on anything, for no reason. Not scraped knees, not shingle embedded in my elbow after a fall on the driveway, nothing. He said, “The wound is where the light enters you” and […]