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the view from here: April 2010
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The view from here. Thursday, April 22, 2010. The act of declaring 'reading' as one of your hobbies is not very unlike that of a crazed Spaniard running through a particularly long stretch of bovine pastures with a sheet of red c loth. For what better way is there to attract criticism and condescension than by acting the unwitting charlatan? The time has come to open our eyes. The time has come to clear the air. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Clearing The Air The act of declaring reading a.
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the view from here: February 2010
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The view from here. Tuesday, February 16, 2010. As we grow older however, we'd also like to imagine that we have, in some way or another, grown more sophisticated. (As quirky as you might think it be to bring teddy along for your board room meetings, your bosses might not quite appreciate that comedic character allusion which you'd thought yourself rather original for) And what could possibly get more sophisticated than abstract ideas! No doubt, one could say that the Shepherdsons and Grangerfords were f...
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The view from here. Tuesday, February 16, 2010. As we grow older however, we'd also like to imagine that we have, in some way or another, grown more sophisticated. (As quirky as you might think it be to bring teddy along for your board room meetings, your bosses might not quite appreciate that comedic character allusion which you'd thought yourself rather original for) And what could possibly get more sophisticated than abstract ideas! No doubt, one could say that the Shepherdsons and Grangerfords were f...
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The view from here. Saturday, June 12, 2010. The Call Of Existence. To look into the screen of a phone which stares blankly back at you with an almost mockingly deadpan "Insert SIM card" is to look into the eyes of Death itself. I know so because I have gazed into the eyes of Death myself, in a five ton vehicle traveling down a rocky road on an island which has less reception than a badly organized company function. It plays out almost like a real-to-life adaptation of Kubler-Ross' five stages of grief.
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the view from here: June 2010
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The view from here. Saturday, June 12, 2010. The Call Of Existence. To look into the screen of a phone which stares blankly back at you with an almost mockingly deadpan "Insert SIM card" is to look into the eyes of Death itself. I know so because I have gazed into the eyes of Death myself, in a five ton vehicle traveling down a rocky road on an island which has less reception than a badly organized company function. It plays out almost like a real-to-life adaptation of Kubler-Ross' five stages of grief.
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the view from here: October 2009
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The view from here. Sunday, October 25, 2009. Realisation, at this moment, doesn't quite come upon you as a falling piano would. Rather, it creeps up on you like the fall of darkness as the sun makes its ponderous journey wes. Twards. While everything seems to be happening in a manner which things happen, you find their presence somewhat less tangible, their character less discernible, their existence less felt. Your senses grow dulled, and you pace the room in search of an answer. This, is the Glass Box.
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the view from here: February 2009
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The view from here. Monday, February 23, 2009. Permanent; nothing is permanent. It's been practically a year since i've last even layed eyes on this little space where pixels lie. That means that it's been a year since i've last written my thoughts out loud, and not exactly coincidentally, also a year since people have left their own comments and thoughts on this site (It would have been both slightly strange and bordering a bit into freaky-stalkerish if someone still continued to). Until you touch them.
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the view from here: November 2009
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The view from here. Sunday, November 22, 2009. It is only in recent times that the phrase ‘thinking soldier’ has ceased to be an oxymoron. The entire idea of soldiering. Orders are, after all, orders. And if that is true, what better way to mould the military is there than to reach out to its soldiers? What if disobedience and ill discipline run rampant, as soldiers ‘critically assess’ their commanders and find them wanting? More NB: You might have been somewhat distressed by the sorely out-of-contexted ...
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the view from here: March 2009
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The view from here. Saturday, March 14, 2009. It's Not Where We Go, It's How We Go. 160;knows that if you like doing something, you can't quite call it work. And it was with this sunny-faced optimism of the joys of work and the passion of the abovementioned that I planned my route. Because with so many different ways to go about achieving your goal, how would you know that the route you've chosen is optimum? Other issues wrestle for centrestage as well, and my mind's beginning to look like a very schitzo...
