Om Mani Padme Hum
This day started in a financially depressing way, both on a private and a project level. Project-wise speaking, we sucked dry our alloted funds so hard that a German term - "to throw the anchor" - seems in place.
Furthermore, I keep finding that all and any discussion about salary, bills, and money in general with my colleagues is not only futile, but also distressing to the extreme. Of course, life is never fair, same with distribution of anything, and of course I can't complain, as life-wise speaking, my days are more than full... but still, a good measure of good old
should be appropriate now and then.
Oh my... sometimes, the intellectual level here - but judge for yourself...
"Die Juden haben in der Bild einen Artikel durchgebracht!"
"Die Deutschen sind die Superhacker... im Capture-the-Flag haben drei deutsche Teams gerockt. Wenn jetzt irgendwo auf der Welt ein Server gehackt wird, geht der Generalverdacht auf die Deutschen. [...]
Eh bissu tuerkisch gehackt worn? Eh voll auf die Fresse!
Haha. Wie merkt man, dass man polnisch gehackt wurde? Haha! Server weg!"
Those last days and weeks, I found I am driving around more than necessary/good. The German Autobahns bring back fond memories of sun-day cruises on Canadian highways... where - notwithstanding any non-cooperative other drivers - peace and safety reign supreme. (Ok, insert some tiny bit of irony on your own here.)
Anyway, the essential contrast still holds - German Autobahns are fun, but war. Unless you own more horsepower than absolutely necessary for mere locomotion, you always try to look ahead several kilometres, then speed up and hope for other drivers to notice you approaching fast and behave accordingly. Which at times boils down to running into your frontman's tail at a high speed difference.
In contrast, Canadian highways are peaceful, but fun. Unless there is a very good reason to misbehave, you settle in either lane, switch on cruise control, and let it run. Since maximum speed is 100km/h, and mean speed maybe 120km/h, is means cooperation on a relaxed level. However, this is boring, too. Since drives are long, one gets tired and it's very easy to lose control through mere lack of concentration.
Hm... a speed limit of 120km/h applies in almost all other European countries, too... the difference seems to be population levels. When the highways are full, then low speeds require your attention, too, or when there's an exit or access ramp every few kilometres. On empty ones, a limit is just a pain in the ass.
~
I wonder... wonder...
if it's reasonable to ask oneself what is the sound of the clap of just one hand in the forest...
or the sound of a clap when nobody listens...
what is the sound of the song of a condor here which didn't exist so far?
Furthermore, I keep finding that all and any discussion about salary, bills, and money in general with my colleagues is not only futile, but also distressing to the extreme. Of course, life is never fair, same with distribution of anything, and of course I can't complain, as life-wise speaking, my days are more than full... but still, a good measure of good old
Om Mani Padme Hum
should be appropriate now and then.
Oh my... sometimes, the intellectual level here - but judge for yourself...
"Die Juden haben in der Bild einen Artikel durchgebracht!"
"Die Deutschen sind die Superhacker... im Capture-the-Flag haben drei deutsche Teams gerockt. Wenn jetzt irgendwo auf der Welt ein Server gehackt wird, geht der Generalverdacht auf die Deutschen. [...]
Eh bissu tuerkisch gehackt worn? Eh voll auf die Fresse!
Haha. Wie merkt man, dass man polnisch gehackt wurde? Haha! Server weg!"
Those last days and weeks, I found I am driving around more than necessary/good. The German Autobahns bring back fond memories of sun-day cruises on Canadian highways... where - notwithstanding any non-cooperative other drivers - peace and safety reign supreme. (Ok, insert some tiny bit of irony on your own here.)
Anyway, the essential contrast still holds - German Autobahns are fun, but war. Unless you own more horsepower than absolutely necessary for mere locomotion, you always try to look ahead several kilometres, then speed up and hope for other drivers to notice you approaching fast and behave accordingly. Which at times boils down to running into your frontman's tail at a high speed difference.
In contrast, Canadian highways are peaceful, but fun. Unless there is a very good reason to misbehave, you settle in either lane, switch on cruise control, and let it run. Since maximum speed is 100km/h, and mean speed maybe 120km/h, is means cooperation on a relaxed level. However, this is boring, too. Since drives are long, one gets tired and it's very easy to lose control through mere lack of concentration.
Hm... a speed limit of 120km/h applies in almost all other European countries, too... the difference seems to be population levels. When the highways are full, then low speeds require your attention, too, or when there's an exit or access ramp every few kilometres. On empty ones, a limit is just a pain in the ass.
~
I wonder... wonder...
if it's reasonable to ask oneself what is the sound of the clap of just one hand in the forest...
or the sound of a clap when nobody listens...
what is the sound of the song of a condor here which didn't exist so far?
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Thursday, December 15, 2005
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