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Things always seem to be about us, personally.  As much as we would prefer to be able to attribute our experiences to other people and things, they are still our experiences and shaped by our own filters and pre-dispositions.
This makes having arguments really difficult because sustaining an argument or a gripe with someone or something requires us to assume that we could be made to feel a certain way by those people and things.  Sure external things affect us but if weren’t all lacking in the Strong Sense of Self Department, they probably wouldn’t affect us in such a way that we perceived it as something done to us.
Not easy being human.  Actually, it is but getting past the us-them mindset is tough.
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Things always seem to be about us, personally.  As much as we would prefer to be able to attribute our experiences to other people and things, they are still our experiences and shaped by our own filters and pre-dispositions.

This makes having arguments really difficult because sustaining an argument or a gripe with someone or something requires us to assume that we could be made to feel a certain way by those people and things.  Sure external things affect us but if weren’t all lacking in the Strong Sense of Self Department, they probably wouldn’t affect us in such a way that we perceived it as something done to us.

Not easy being human.  Actually, it is but getting past the us-them mindset is tough.

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Tickets for the Internet Show next week. You get to see me present on how social media gives traditional legal paradigms the finger.

Tickets for the Internet Show next week. You get to see me present on how social media gives traditional legal paradigms the finger.

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A moment with my son.
I took Aaron to Melrose Arch yesterday and we bought some chocolate croissants and had a couple (really, we must have had 3 of them) on a concrete bench above the iStore. It was great to sit with him and spend some time together like that. He’d eat some of the croissant and then offer it to me for a bite and then eat some more. The little things …

A moment with my son.

I took Aaron to Melrose Arch yesterday and we bought some chocolate
croissants and had a couple (really, we must have had 3 of them) on a
concrete bench above the iStore.

It was great to sit with him and spend some time together like that.
He’d eat some of the croissant and then offer it to me for a bite and
then eat some more.

The little things …

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Opportunity on a beautiful morning?  This image is striking, a dead straight unpaved road heading into the distance.  It reminds me of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken” except this road could be the sequel.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

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Opportunity on a beautiful morning?  This image is striking, a dead straight unpaved road heading into the distance.  It reminds me of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken” except this road could be the sequel.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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I want more days like this when rich and colourful opportunities just seem to fill my sky and there are even more about to lift off.  Days like those are gloriously optimistic, exciting and really get my heart rate going.  It gets even better when I figure out how to realise some of those amazing opportunities and catch a ride way up high.
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I want more days like this when rich and colourful opportunities just seem to fill my sky and there are even more about to lift off.  Days like those are gloriously optimistic, exciting and really get my heart rate going.  It gets even better when I figure out how to realise some of those amazing opportunities and catch a ride way up high.

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