Much is made of the technology of business and indeed of the business of technology. It seems that a glaring omission in all of our digital adventures and (let’s face it – selfish) strivings is that of anything even vaguely resembling an adequate Philosophy of Organisation…
Even a foundationally exploitative business model finds itself entangled with, and dependent on, its object…
Control may be necessary at a personal and social level but is for all that no less a convenient fiction and a contingent, transient illusion than is self…
There may be more-or-less hard-wired psychological reasons why we are unable to successfully navigate our shared problem-spaces…
With or without reasons, we tend to fly on autopilot and by instinct alone…
Look before you leap…
Just listen…
Nothing quite extinguishes any mythology of accomplishment and pride in the achievements and sophistication of human civilisation than seeing an utterly isolated homeless person sleeping on a ramshackle mattress and amid their few ignominiously-bagged worldly belongings while early morning commuters rush to work around them…
What it is about negative psychological or emotional states and narratives which seems to be so very much more contagious than the positive ones; what is the barb on the hook of negative narrative which just “sticks” in consciousness so successfully and resonates so broadly across social networks and cultures ?
Memories of fictional pasts, rewritten, overwritten, unrecognisably transformed but cherished as though they were possessions and facts…
There exists a non-trivially common failure of aptitude in individuals’ capacity to distinguish between the truth of the (factual) existence of an assertion or statement and the actual, plausible or probable truth of that statement…
I’ve found myself several times near-hypnotised by the dancing patterns of ants on a summer day, swirling and pulsating across the ground near an ant nest; if you just stare at one spot and let your eyes defocus a little, the patterns of motion can start to swirl and spin like the dizzying randomness of […]
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