I love what I do. Yes, I know it is sickening to hear but I really do. I think I might die if the internet did. Which btw you really need to be aware could be an option if the evil bastards/US Congress those people get away with what they are planning. Lookit please?

I would not mind becoming a gargoyle* minus the Sumerian memes connection. I would love having my eyeballs wired permanently into the web. Sleep shcmeep.

I’ve been doing a lot of research both for my company and for clients and when you are so deeply immersed in words like that of Mark Suster (I am not worthy, I am not worthy) and about 400 other blogs you tend to come up for air/actual face to face contact only occasionally.

Twitter is amazing. I think I love it like a 16 year old chubby library prefect loves the rockstar beautiful head boy. /Sigh pine ftw.

I wish that I could explain to you how wonderful it is to be a virtual Michelangelo touch away from the minds who not only create my (and your) world but who constantly re-invent and better it. How can anyone not want to live this? AND get paid to do so**.

I realised yesterday that the more time I spend online the less I want to spend in social butterfly mode. Here, I am a few clicks away from soaking in pure thought. Granted some of it is drivel and there are some scary bits but mostly it is the best of this world. Why wrangle with non verbal cues when you have @replies and RT’s?

1. Word of the day: taciturn – just for you Gabor :) – (The Sage: 1. habitually reserved and uncommunicative)

2. Insight of the day: I would not mind working for Flight Centre. YAY for them showing the rest of SA where companies should be heading.

3. State of the pool: Sparkly blue conducting fluid

4. Joys of the day: 1. Reading, 2. biting the ends of a Chomp and then drinking coffee through it. 3. Planning Sunday lunch with MM.

5. Awesomest lines: Don’t Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day by Pablo Neruda

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying

6. Scripture line: John 15:16

“You have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.”

*Excellent review of Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson here. Ugly page but very well written.

** I am all joyously exposed nerves and beating heart that I am being paid rather a lot of money to do what I love.

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