It seems to me like we cannot help but look for meaning in our lives. That is something that is hard-wired into our DNA, and I am sure there are scientist who can explain it better than I can (a look at this is found in Yuval Noah Harari’s excellent Homo Sapiens, although I think…
Category: Quarantango
The co-worker who brought her jeans in to work, part the second
I have previously moaned about some coworker – in fact, I feel like I have done a lot of that. And I have also tried to do so cautiously, with a warning that if you think they are a moron, they likely think you are a moron too. And I also cautioned that often stupidity…
History repeats itself
Cliches are funny. I don’t hate them as much as some people do (I often like to tell people that we speak in cliches, but that is a discussion for a different day), but I am rather weary of them. I think I just don’t trust them. The one I am particularly skeptical of is…
“I’m not a racist BUT…”
I went on the worst date imaginable with a person who was comically racist. I want to talk about it. Ok, let’s get the background to this story out of the way as quickly as we can. I didn’t have much of a desire to use Tinder. I don’t date for the most part, and…
The coworker who brought her jeans to work
I am reasonably sure that I have spoken about the one quote I live by from a favorite movie of mine. The movie, which I was turned on to by my mother, is a 2000’s Italian film called ‘La Lingua del Santo’. The quote? Let me translate loosely (and from memory): It was at that…
What I’ve learned from working remotely
As I write this, I am in a work meeting. I am doing so because I have lost a bit of give-a-fuck. Maybe a lot of it. A few years ago I realized that I had a mental gap when it came to the concept of ‘work’. I worked, but I understood my work. I…
Peaple R smrt.
I’ll put a date on this post. I am currently writing this on Sunday, the 12th of April, 2020. I am, like pretty much everyone the fuck else, stuck at home, not doing anything. That’s just the way things are right now, and I will have to deal with it. Fine. I’m actually doing really…
Sad Birthday Post
It’s my birthday. Today pretty much, as you are reading this. Not four months ago when I wrote the post you’ll read next week. But actually today. I am not reckoning for a great birthday this year. I have had a birthday tradition that I have followed for the better part of the past fifteen…
It could be worse.
It is April 20th. I have been closed in my house for 38 days now. The word quarantine comes from the Venetian word ‘quarantena’, which referred to a 40 day period. Will this end after forty days? I don’t know. I don’t know if there is an end in sight. An end at some point?…
Locus Horribilis 