Burnout has been recognized as an official disorder by the World Health Organization. It affects your ability to work [and] your emotions about work.
If that’s the case, I’m entering a period of remission.
Hear me purr.
I’m fragile – don’t let the faint bravado fool you. Scared shitless as they say. A bit apprehensive and a tad overwhelmed to Queen Elizabeth with a spot of tea. I still am horribly polite.
Loaded biased toward a particular outcome, bearing a load, especially a large one
Or the fourth studio album by American rock band the Velvet Underground, released in November 1970 by Atlantic
Who loves the sun?
Who loves the sun?
Burdens like a loaded
What gifts would you like to develop
What gifts would you like to develop
an NBA team has never gone an entire quarter without scoring a point.
Take Note of Your Body Language
Ask for company turnover [data] and turnover [data] for that individual manager.
Or this chick:
Raise your hands if you know this next monster!
Don’t let those flannel shirts fool you, this guy can walk into any boardroom with the same aplomb he chops some wood at his cabin in Maine before cooking fresh trout for breakfast. Dave, Jai, Jym, Jin or Jamee – all the same. Great guys until they’re not.
Warning signs –
- stress level telegraphed to everyone in the department- you know the kind, blames you for solutions, misses the dysfunction when it’s gone oft n refered to as drama junkies.
Um no thank you.
incredulous at sanity
He returned to Oslo. Killed 77 people while they wept.
You have to tune it out or else go insane, she said, Mona of Numbers and manners from letters.
She sighed. She was not a profiteering overseer and yet she gained innumerable margin from the inevitable failing called death, the suffering of the many at the hands of the few and the way poverty and exploitation of wealth can predict up to a point the ability to express a capacity for love, supporting another being – acknowledging the miracle that is life – this was a given.
She woke up in hell – the job interview.
Job and job
Suffering without uttering one complaint
What most people don’t understand is bench players do influence the outcome of the game greatly
Here we are
The Infinite Game
All the words ever spoken by human beings can be contained in five exabytes.
The first word ever spoken
Quintillions of metadata revealing too much
EB by the Quintillions
“15 exabytes of data are transmitted every month.”
and that amount is increasing exponentially, like a swarm of virtual locusts, pariahs, swaths of sward prattle babbling Paranthropus
So who is is transmitting this data? You. Me. Artificial intelligence, real stupidity.
Data is a set of values of subjects with respect to qualitative or quantitative variables.
one is constantly fed and the roots grow deep while the fruit never ceases to grow, while the other is rootless and detached from any source of nutrition, and it is, therefore, blown away by the next wind that comes through.
the presence of so many imitative words in language spawned the linguistic Bowwow Theory, which postulates that language originated in imitation of natural sounds.
Data becomes information when it is viewed in context or in post-analysis.￼
Captured data is created or generated through purposeful investigation or analysis.
Exhaustive data is gathered usually by machines or terminals as a secondary function.
To reiterate– she’s recalcitrant. Too many Qualified Leaks per mouth.
Exhausting exhaustive data with things known or assumed as facts, making the basis of reasoning or calculation using swarm intelligence
collective behaviour of a group, esp social insects such as ants, bees, and termites, that are each following very basic rules
Net Profit Margin. Gross Margin. Cost of Customer indecision. Promoter Score. Qualified Leads.
changes in entropy occur when two blue teeth start to “negotiate” the key length used to encrypt the connection.
The ostriches and the vultures
The brain trust in the big house announced that they’re not planning for the prospect of a recession out of concern that it could help precipitate a crash, said quid pro quo.
stop that train.
How about that
resurrected by tomorrow
A safe house for creativity coming soon to an algorithm near you….
Hot sticky end of my 53rd year
Please be creative with your titles: smart, short and eye-catching.
The St. of Discipline.
He had settled on the most magnificent piece of property on the far flung coast, years after starving had given way to dilettante displays of attention propped up by fangirls in their sunned entrances wearing summer dresses.
Using a creative, impactful adjective after “12 Most” can go a long way. Check out the posts on this website for reference and whatever you do, avoid using adjectives that have been overused (ie: common, important, useful…).
Don’t ever change
He gasped holding his chest breathing pained and desperate now
Until he got out the words —-
Had made quite an impression
on the ex-former-felon
What’re you in for
of dispassionate times
Marlin Rand woke up, asleep, a dream within a living nightmare.
You like to daydream, huhn?
Head lost in the clouds.
Are you listening?
Listening not hearing. The world retracts into a distance illuminated by your reflection, the sun shaft reaching that taillight, sending shards of red through the blinds. Why do we call then blinds? Why are screen doors not calls deafs?
The noise is deafening.
The hard drive is named Friedrich Nietzsche, the router Liza Minnelli and the broadband a traveling troupe of Keynesian mechanics with carpetbaggers galore.
Absurd, says Cumquat Jones, the nommedeplume of Tennessee Williams’ unknown soldier.
… his “hypotheses” on the origins of morality to reading his friend Paul Rée’s book The Origin of the Moral Sensations (1877) and finding the “genealogical hypotheses” offered there unsatisfactory.
Nietzsche decided that “a critique of moral values” was needed, that “the value of these values themselves must be called into question”. To this end Nietzsche provides a history of morality, rather than a hypothetical account in the style of Rée, whom Nietzsche classifies as an “English psychologist” (using “English” to designate an intellectual temperament, as distinct from a nationality).
I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British.
Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless.
Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fix a fork in the road, bone spurs on a road less traveled, for a reason.