Category Archives: Thinking, or ranting, or both

The line: is it drawn? The curse: is it cast?

Well? Will you get out of the way? Or lend a hand? Forgive me. I’m taking liberties with the words of Nobel-Literature-Prize-winning poet, songster and disappointing-live-performer, Bob Dylan. Yes, disappointing. I was disappointed. Except for his rendition of ‘Something’ by … Continue reading

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‘She’s leaving home…’

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading

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The Duke and I, on being human

Corporate grit. That’s how I think of the myriad little things that used to irritate me when I worked in corporate world. One of those bits of grit was the term, ‘human resources’.  And in that I had an unlikely … Continue reading

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