Month: January 2002

There is almost nothing less pleasant than a body that warns your brain that it can explode any momen. That’s how I felt yesterday.

Why are IT folk so negative? Example from a evaluation: ‘Because the use cases were not updated regulary the project almost crashed’ in stead of ‘Wow, we must have a secret process what kept us from going down there, let’s explore!’, or simply beat down any enthousiasm when an inocent designer (not software) hints in the direction of building something which has to do with users or more dangerously: people who might even know what they want and/ or do.

Excuse my interuption in this piece, I have to watch Sigourney Weaver in Alien III, which is kinda a lot more interesting than pondering about negativeness. Cheers

Well the day has been busy. And it has left me with a headache. I’m having a triphopday, playing only old triphop from the ‘old days’, that is, the 90’s

Attica Blues has struck the speakers. Just ate some poffertjes, and returned the video, ended the fitness subscription; so I’ll be less fit maybe. I don’t feel like having to deep of thoughts, in the fear of drowning in recursive mind ghosts.

You might recognize them; it’s the thoughts you have, but don’t have. You might try not to have them, while instead those thoughts are the ghosts, and so endless recursive. Trying to sleep, while this thought is haunting you. You cannot identify it, it’s about nothing and everything. It’s making you feel guilty, but you don’t know why, resembling an unmotivated lost knowledge of a memory feeling.

What to do? Well in any case: don’t eat sugar, don’t drink coffee. And don’t eat poffertjes