<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222</id><updated>2009-12-10T05:00:03.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too much champagne can be bad for you</title><subtitle type='html'>People have asked me whatzup with that title? How can too much champagne be bad for you? Well the answer is in the archives I always reply, where in fact you will discover that champagne takes on has a slightly different meaning.

Red herring or not, this is a supposedly business space which is nuanced through the eyes of a champagne com martini drinking project manager. 

Yes, work is the dirtiest four lettered word in the wiki - spike your fruit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-8224389976773056753</id><published>2008-05-10T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:53:21.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty persuasion</title><content type='html'>There's this great line in the musical version of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninotchka"&gt;Ninotchka&lt;/a&gt; (Silk Stockings) and I'm not sure if the original has it, even though it starred Greta Garbo, and is infinitely better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Julie Newmar: How can I persuade him if you&lt;br /&gt;can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Astaire: Because we are built differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she&lt;br /&gt;smiles wickedly and says aarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes you just have to see things from a slightly different perspective that's all that's required for the pretty mental persuasion to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julie_Newmar"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Julie Newmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stole the show in Silk Stockings, a colourful character who is noted for some tremendously astute observations, as extracted from the the wiki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell me I'm beautiful, it's nothing. Tell me I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Intellectual" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intellectual"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;intellectual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, I know it. Tell me I'm funny and it's the greatest compliment in the world anyone could give me." — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="New York Times" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Times"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have slept with the better producers. I didn’t recognize my worth." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Esquire Magazine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esquire_Magazine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esquire&lt;br /&gt;Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, 2007."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ecstasy and beauty are eternal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had three miscarriages, then, at forty-eight, a child with serious&lt;br /&gt;developmental difficulties. He is a blessing and a jewel. He is my teacher. From him I get and&lt;br /&gt;give unconditional love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/SCV-Fo-PrII/AAAAAAAAABA/ux28ICL7PF0/s1600-h/jul111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198699980232043650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="348" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/SCV-Fo-PrII/AAAAAAAAABA/ux28ICL7PF0/s400/jul111.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"More is not necessarily better. Better is better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Shape up, folks. There is no death. Think of it as evolution." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You can’t fail. The further you fall, the greater the opportunity for growth and change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-8224389976773056753?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8224389976773056753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=8224389976773056753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8224389976773056753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8224389976773056753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-persuasion.html' title='pretty persuasion'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/SCV-Fo-PrII/AAAAAAAAABA/ux28ICL7PF0/s72-c/jul111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-2207393772014111639</id><published>2007-10-18T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:53:21.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>knowledge is pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RxeylB8GfoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uxreP5zTm80/s1600-h/302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122759450402651778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RxeylB8GfoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uxreP5zTm80/s400/302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I have one thing to add, Just as a holiday, takes a little preparation, so too does day-to-day life outside work. The more you know, the better it is, knowledge is pleasure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward Carr, Intelligent Life, Autumn 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-2207393772014111639?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2207393772014111639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=2207393772014111639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/2207393772014111639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/2207393772014111639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/10/knowledge-i-spleasure.html' title='knowledge is pleasure'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RxeylB8GfoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uxreP5zTm80/s72-c/302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-6092856630321924951</id><published>2007-06-05T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:53:21.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expanding those winter lurv handles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RmXblhDxiWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HDRLFdtipsY/s1600-h/expand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072701992878573922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RmXblhDxiWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HDRLFdtipsY/s400/expand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-6092856630321924951?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6092856630321924951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=6092856630321924951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/6092856630321924951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/6092856630321924951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/06/expanding-those-winter-lurv-handles.html' title='expanding those winter lurv handles'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RmXblhDxiWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HDRLFdtipsY/s72-c/expand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-2008957652013167651</id><published>2007-05-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T05:51:01.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delegation 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you have got a dog why bark!&lt;/strong&gt;  This is something I learnt from a good mate in Finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you understand this bit of logic then as he says, &lt;em&gt;"you've pretty much mastered the nuances of what delegation entails - allowing the dogs the liberty to make some noise every now and again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-2008957652013167651?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2008957652013167651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=2008957652013167651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/2008957652013167651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/2008957652013167651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/05/delegation-101.html' title='delegation 101'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-8219267444720293707</id><published>2007-04-16T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:00:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing the big picture</title><content type='html'>When John Boorman embarked on the idea of filming Hope and Glory, an auto biographical memoir of his childhood set in London during World War II, he found that he would need to reconstruct the street where he lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reconstruction was done through the glazed eyes of 45 years of memories and with the aid of some research but he did manage to recreate that street on some old air field land strip at the cost of over a quarter of a million pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon its completion he enthusiastically and proudly brought some of his family to view it, hoping that their response would be equally as enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his sister, mother and aunt made the following observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wireless is in the wrong place; you mother always had a vase on the front window sill and it's a pity that you couldn't get the right wallpaper for the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months of work, 1000s of pounds spent, 45 years of recollections but for a few minor missing details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am having that kind of day, where it doesn't matter how spectacular the potential of the project is, it matters little because I am dealing with people who are only focused on a few insignificant details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all they are not family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-8219267444720293707?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8219267444720293707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=8219267444720293707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8219267444720293707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8219267444720293707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/04/seeing-big-picture.html' title='seeing the big picture'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-3075479928032617345</id><published>2007-03-20T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:23:34.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is how the system works</title><content type='html'>The Minister of Public Works wanted to remodel her office, so she invited different contractors for tenders.One was from J , one from D and the last one from S "OK gentlemen, I want a nice job ," She said, "Let's hear from J?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy took out his ultrasonic measuring device and laptop and began measuring, scrawling on the computer, calculating.Eventually he said "R90 000, Madam Minister,""That seems like quite a lot of money! Why R90,000?""You see," he replied, "that's R40 000 for material, R40 000 for labour and R10 000 for my profit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed OK with that and turned to the D contractor. "So how much do you want to do the job?" she asked.The D fella took out a rusted tape measure, broken clipboard and A blunt pencil. He took some measurements, scratched some calculationson the back of his Rothmans box and came up with a figure of R70,000."That's interesting!" said Stella. "Explain the R70 000?""Simple, Madam Minister, I got a brother-in-law in the hardware trade, so that's R35 000 for materials, R30,000 for my guys, and R5,000 for my profit and all."She was amused but happy to accept the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked the S contractor for his quotation. He just smiled,looked the minister in the eyes and said, "R270 000!""Yoh Yoh Yoh!.... How did you come to that amount without even taking Your measurements? What is that amount for?""That's R100 000 for me and R100 000 for you!""So what about the remaining R70 000?""We hire that guy from D to do the job!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-3075479928032617345?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3075479928032617345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=3075479928032617345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/3075479928032617345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/3075479928032617345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-this-is-how-system-works.html' title='so this is how the system works'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-7168858414520656908</id><published>2007-03-19T05:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:12:29.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere south of the border</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;"bump up"&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the better things that can happen to you when are about to travel, to hear that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sir you no longer, in E15, you've been bumped up…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I got one of those pleasant one liners as I was about to board for Joburg and even at seven am this person who is generally only socially decent after 11, managed a quick smile of sorts before walking to the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always amazed at how Cape Town is perceived by Joburgers, it's the classic &lt;em&gt;East Coast-West Coast, New York-San Francisco&lt;/em&gt; scenario playing itself out except that JHB should not be mentioned in the same sentence as New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JHB apparently is all zest and zeal, &lt;em&gt;"red and yellow"&lt;/em&gt; energy, it's all pace and drive and it gets things done. I admit that Cape Town is a lovely seaside village and nobody here is really trying to complete with the land of Egoli (eagerly) perhaps this week in the 20-20 cricket final but generally we've conceded, we've chosen not to part take in that little rat race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that when JHB eventually pauses from all of the rah-rah it will discover that it's actually not that exceptional and that it is probably people from the coast (I include Durban) who are propelling it to make those &lt;strong&gt;"gigantic industrial"&lt;/strong&gt; strides at great sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have worked with people from JHB, I have never thought that they were very exceptional, in fact I often find that it is all hot air, they talk a good game, they imagine that they are movers and shakers and much to their disappointment we kind of ignore them and quietly get on with what needs to be done. Cape Town does have a problem of leaving bundles of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"urgent"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; work in its inbox realising that tomorrow's another day and that procrastination is easy. But as we continue to dance with time, not foolishly trying to beat that clock we do eventually get things done, it’s a dance which has a frustrating rhythm but a rhythm which we have embraced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon after a successful workshop which we managed to finish in less than three hours because I wanted to get home, I stood outside the Parktown offices waiting for my transfer, surrounded by electric fencing and anticipating a sluggish commute in the early afternoon traffic I felt vindicated, I felt glad that I wasn't in that race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that while it's not a popular view but we are miles ahead of &lt;strong&gt;'the game'&lt;/strong&gt;, because at least we are honest in knowing that we are a simple, little, fishing village somewhere down South of the border where we don't have to impress anybody with our feats although we sometimes do manage the odd exceptional thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-7168858414520656908?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7168858414520656908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=7168858414520656908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/7168858414520656908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/7168858414520656908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/somewhere-south-of-border_2266.html' title='somewhere south of the border'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-9186614237969911624</id><published>2007-03-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:17:30.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something lush</title><content type='html'>I'll be far away and grumpy tomorrow, I'll be stuck in a day long workshop, I'll be up at five in the morning so that I can catch that iron bird to JHB but I'll have this lush bit of Francis Albert &amp; Antonio Carlos in my noggen - &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/static/lk2i0ue04n.mp3"&gt;Baubles, Bangles and Beads.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon weekend, takz care be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-9186614237969911624?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/9186614237969911624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=9186614237969911624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/9186614237969911624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/9186614237969911624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-lush.html' title='something lush'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-7980735153730212234</id><published>2007-03-15T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:21:11.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blurring has just begun</title><content type='html'>It's official my virtual friends, now out number my non-virtual friends. Yesterday I got my first hit on my, myspace site, and Soul Basement wanted me as a friend - absolutely - and then I went out to check just who exactly I was befriending and when I got there I wondered how someone who is the suppose know could have missed someone as cool as Soul Basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the cumbersome, myspace network; I'm now linked into the Soul Basement network. I haven't used it to connect with "real" people yet, perhaps in time when I get that confidence back; I will test the functionality of making chit-chat with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about my virtual self is that my virtual body doesn't give me a hard time like my non-virtual body has been of late, I'm all aches and pains, and then there's that non-virtual work thing that keeps me engaged, although I have been skipping out and into the virtual world every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blurring has just begun, I look forward to seeing its effects in the next year, as I begin to embrace or reject its possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My virtual network has the following updates: Air have released a new album, Pocket Symphony, last week, it’s still not in our shops and Blue Six’s new album is out, which I reckon will probably be my album of the year if historical evidence is anything to go by.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-7980735153730212234?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7980735153730212234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=7980735153730212234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/7980735153730212234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/7980735153730212234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/blurring-has-just-begun.html' title='the blurring has just begun'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-998395304024610161</id><published>2007-03-13T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:53:21.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'miss golightly i protest'</title><content type='html'>So the Anti-Crime marches in JHB and Durban weren’t the quite Million Man marches which were predicted and in some circles expected. Approximately 50 concerned activists in each city vibrantly protested on our behalf for a safer living environment. Shout outz, Bigupz and kudos to you but to the organisers I suggest the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.Acknowledge that it’s kinda hard to mobilise the tax paying middle class, they like to protest in boutiques. &lt;br /&gt;2.You have got to glam it up, I would have gotten a few corporate sponsors; hampers which included a tres kool, yellow and red, protest t-shirt and there would have been a Platinum Card VIP area with access to special toilets – basically I would have made a few people pay for the privilege of mass protesting.&lt;br /&gt;3.Finally, these marches needed to be in the middle of a working week, nothing like patriotically skipping a few hours of work for the cause.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite the poor turn-out, crime is a real problem and I think that it is on the political agenda. This in itself isn’t enough and we need to sensibly exert our influence in order to make this place much-much safer, I wouldn’t purport to know how we do this exactly but it should be via as many channels and forums as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the point really, back in the day,  good ol’ protest marches were one of the better ways to exert influence and mobilise sentiment but today as a result of all of this struggle, many more platforms have been opened up for dissent, Radio; Television; The Internet; Financial Institutions placing adverts in the Sunday Papers blah de blah green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puts the subject into the public discourse, it puts it on agendas, it gets people focused and begins to build models which can be replicated to solve this multi-faceted problem. Things happen at grassroots, things happen at a macro-level and in between we complain about it not happening fast enough – “Where is all of this money that I’m paying to prevent anarchy going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said before that we don’t know what we don’t know and that that is one of the major problems that we face, we don’t know what it really feels like to be safe in our own environment hence it’s very difficult to fight aggressively for that end state of which we have been robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t there, I did however wear these cool t-shirts this weekend, sometimes there is as much of a message in the accessories as there is in the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RfZzEDw8gsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zjmwyV9rVYU/s1600-h/protest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RfZzEDw8gsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zjmwyV9rVYU/s400/protest1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041343346455118530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-998395304024610161?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/998395304024610161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=998395304024610161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/998395304024610161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/998395304024610161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/miss-golightly-i-protest.html' title='&apos;miss golightly i protest&apos;'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RfZzEDw8gsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zjmwyV9rVYU/s72-c/protest1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-1536912777075170064</id><published>2007-03-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:20:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a spatial little nugget</title><content type='html'>There's this story that I heard, maybe it was something that I read and I hope that I do it justice by retelling it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from Monday's toil I was reminded of it, I was reminded that sometimes you just need to think spatially about a problem and trust the solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Thirties, a publishing company was battling to sell its quota of books, it had tried many different things, marketing campaigns and what-not but nothing consistently worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day a wise old man on overhearing the problem said that he knew the solution. Sceptical and amused the management thought that they had nothing to loose so they gave the old man a chance at solving their conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He disappeared into the world of construction, appealing to Architects and Interior Designers to include book shelves in the living and bedrooms of the many new apartments that where being built. It wasn’t long after the families who owned these homes made their way to bookstores to fill up their empty shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man shelved the problem, so to speak. I could use a few shelves myself, but I am too lazy to spatially react to my conundrum of having &lt;em&gt;to many &lt;/em&gt;books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-1536912777075170064?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1536912777075170064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=1536912777075170064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/1536912777075170064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/1536912777075170064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/spatial-little-nugget.html' title='a spatial little nugget'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-5073292560976017284</id><published>2007-03-09T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:59:21.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>south america take it away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="image_block"&gt;&lt;img src="http://robingolding.com/media/blogs/new/friday.jpg" alt="" title="" width="549" height="411" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is again - Friday and as Edmundo Ros says today, &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/public/static/hi9mu70i75.mp3"&gt;South America take it away&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cap? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Mancini? Tick.&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers? Yip.&lt;br /&gt;Espresso? Done that.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean? Looks good.&lt;br /&gt;Protection? Deny that cap.&lt;br /&gt;Sound check? Sinatra's, &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/public/static/pn3x1lsu1b.mp3"&gt;Tender Trap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual stimulation? Steinbeck on the radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready for the weekend and that tender trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-5073292560976017284?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5073292560976017284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=5073292560976017284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5073292560976017284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5073292560976017284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/03/south-america-take-it-away.html' title='south america take it away'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-5003332360196847637</id><published>2007-02-28T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:01:55.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>linked in</title><content type='html'>We know/think/guess it's rubbish but we can't be sure because we may (hopefully not) need it one day - &lt;a href="http://www.linkin.com"&gt;linked-in &lt;/a&gt;networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that two minds are better than one in the morning, it's a thread read it from the bottom up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:302&lt;br /&gt;Subject RE:RE: James Neophytou has recommended you on LinkedIn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot on - i'm blogging that - i have/had/have those same insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get ahead never seems to be on my hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: James Neophytou To: 302&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: James Neophytou has recommended you on LinkedIn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mate.   Linked-In is bollocks. It is the work ethic in me, and the immigrant insecurity aspect that thinks, one day I might need a job from someone on my contacts list. Or I might help someone make a connection that helps them. 1% effective.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject RE: James Neophytou has recommended you on LinkedIn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks - i've given you bigupz on my blog counts for much more - not to sure about linked in man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: James Neophytou Sent: Wed 2007/02/28 07:49 To: 302&lt;br /&gt;Subject: James Neophytou has recommended you on LinkedIn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LinkedIn Recommendations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Neophytou has endorsed your work as Assets Information Manager at . ..&lt;br /&gt;Dear 302,I've written this recommendation of your work to share with other LinkedIn users.Details of the Recommendation&lt;em&gt;:"302 is a model client, and a true projects person - creative and collaborative. We agree on our aspirations, namely "exceeding expectations is the minimum requirement". We have presented together in the USA at industry conferences."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-5003332360196847637?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5003332360196847637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=5003332360196847637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5003332360196847637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5003332360196847637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/linked-in.html' title='linked in'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-4271098098867002942</id><published>2007-02-21T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:34:25.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look into my eyes do i look bovvered</title><content type='html'>Every so often I get a snotty, stroppy little email which strikes a chord and provokes a need for a sharp professional but strongly worded rebuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the blue print: always start with a subtle spelling mistake - your respondent's name - that's bound to piss them off and even in this modern world the spell checker is not going to pick it up, so you can't really be blamed e.g. Sandy becomes Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then say thank-you, that your are dealing with it, that it will be resolved, that the problem is in hand, that it is unlikely to grow, stress your awareness of whatever it is that they have pounced on in no uncertain terms. Rub it in a little by saying that although it's not the highest priority item you now want to get it resolved - now it's hardly personal and you couldn't give a hoot (yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; Lent, my language has improved without alcohol but I am finding this little twitchy shudder a bit annoying) but it's the thought that counts. Then blame somebody or something else in part for the delay...as soon as so-and-so responds, then we can take the appropriate action it always helps if that person is higher up on the food chain than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;complainee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then delegate the action - Andy will keep you informed, (if you can) otherwise just say that you will pass on the appropriate updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this after my dentist told me to be careful not to bite my tongue, I may have been momentarily conversationally numb but I know how to bite back in the mail, snotty, snotty snotty me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-4271098098867002942?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4271098098867002942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=4271098098867002942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/4271098098867002942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/4271098098867002942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-into-my-eyes-do-i-look-bovvered.html' title='look into my eyes do i look bovvered'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-5488873683022595659</id><published>2007-02-16T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:53:22.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for one of those "bad boys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RdXBPsIhSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sAzXm62P3GI/s1600-h/bad+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032140633945492050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RdXBPsIhSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sAzXm62P3GI/s400/bad+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon weekend and be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-5488873683022595659?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5488873683022595659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=5488873683022595659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5488873683022595659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5488873683022595659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-for-one-of-those-bad-boys.html' title='time for one of those &quot;bad boys&quot;'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8swbxMcK2o/RdXBPsIhSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sAzXm62P3GI/s72-c/bad+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-9112407822445490663</id><published>2007-02-14T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:53:18.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano falls from the sky</title><content type='html'>Saying you deal well with change is like saying there’s a time and a place for spontaneity, on a certain level it makes absolute sense but on another you know that you’ve missed something obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I will say is that I like to anticipate spontaneous change in the organisation, I don’t like walking in on a Monday morning and finding out that &lt;em&gt;le grande fromage&lt;/em&gt; is moving on, a man who is neither spontaneous nor variable by nature – how could I have missed this occurrence... And how does it impact me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piano falls from the sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the first fun filled day of the new week had entailed, an acceptance of the new order, except we don’t know what this new sect’s doctrine involves, is it a doctrine mandating more change, are the deck chairs on the Titanic being reorganized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrespective, we have got one month to get cracking to put a few more coins in the machine so that we are playing the games prior to it all unfolding– Is this how the Republicans are feeling now that Bush’s time is up? Our agenda though is nothing so sinister it’s simply one of continuity and managing ourselves in the uncertainty which will soon present itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been more modern livin’ that I can handle, quiet martinis have been a gracious post work companion but until we get closer to a resolution as to what the future holds in stall for us, it's going to be quite a tiring process of looking up at that sky and trying to dodge the next potential piano which maybe on its way down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-9112407822445490663?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/9112407822445490663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=9112407822445490663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/9112407822445490663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/9112407822445490663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/piano-falls-from-sky.html' title='Piano falls from the sky'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-8987909202907263536</id><published>2007-02-09T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:32:35.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no i haven't been drinking</title><content type='html'>They say that there are two sure ways of increasing your blog readership - sell t-shirts and do mailbags. Since neither increasing my readership nor selling t-shirts appeal to me I thought I'd do a faux mailbag. The following questions have been generated by the random &lt;a href="http://tools.monster.com/virtualinterviews/random/answer.asp"&gt;monster dot com question tool&lt;/a&gt;. Here's how to effectively deal with this sort of question and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me an example of a time that you felt you went above and&lt;br /&gt;beyond the call of duty in your previous employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well this year I shall be pimping my letterbox before the 14th arrives,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a chute of sorts, you know that post-office theft is on the&lt;br /&gt;decline so there is every chance that I will receive all of my teddy bears, chocolates and kisses blah de blah valentines day. I don't want to be accused of not being pro-active about this sentimental tid-bit of commercialization, you know I'm a go getter by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you see yourself doing within the first 30 days of this&lt;br /&gt;job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How about drawing a salary after 22 working days, visiting the toilets,&lt;br /&gt;surfing the net, firing off random mails to large lists with&lt;br /&gt;don't reply to all at the bottom - ooh you know, I just plan to blend in, make&lt;br /&gt;the odd mistake but nothing to disastrous, I do want to draw that salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is there fuzz on a tennis ball? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No idea, try &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;googling&lt;/a&gt;, maybe the &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiki"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt; has the answer, see tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you describe a time when your work was&lt;br /&gt;criticized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have got this dandy cellphone ring, which has its melodic roots in some&lt;br /&gt;Scandinavian nu-jazz tune, it's pretty funky. I caught a bit of flak for that,&lt;br /&gt;it was just too cool, people felt a bit left out and I didn't want that, so I&lt;br /&gt;kept the tune but made the ring tone softer, now I miss more calls but at least&lt;br /&gt;my fellow workers are happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think Gnarls is crazy about all that cellphone ring tone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have plans to have children in the near&lt;br /&gt;future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Biologically that's going to be a problem, I know you are&lt;br /&gt;thinking snip, but blokes can still only have metaphoric babies in this day and age. Although you never know, maybe I will go adopt a Hollywood celebrity baby, a kinda cultural exchange programme of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why should we hire you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because the competition might take a flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your salary history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Interesting and with room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give examples of ideas that you had or that you&lt;br /&gt;implemented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have compiled some great playlists for my itunes shuffle, gyming is so much better with good music and it requires a fair amount of conceptualization to get it right, weights, treadmill, looking cool, it's not as easy as it appears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you leaving your present job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For that improvement that we spoke about earlier, yes you were all writing&lt;br /&gt;so I suspect you've got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you least like about your last job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the interest of time and social harmony lets just say - the&lt;br /&gt;work - (sigh) - would suffice by way of answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you look for in terms of culture - structured or entrepreneurial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think the correct answer would be a bit of both, and somebody said to say that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I prioritize people,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and this would be as good a time as any to mention that I do, do that - I am a people's person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact it's the 9th and I already have a date for the 14th, ok I'll spill the beans, I will be visiting my dentist at two, she'll be filling me in, I like the ambiguity of that last statement but it's a check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you go about establishing your credibility&lt;br /&gt;quickly with the team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From the first espresso that we share together, I shall stress, quality, bean and attitude of the drink. I will also tell them to look out for the new Blue Six album and that I know who's going to win the Champions League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you are running late - I don't have any questions but if I think of any I will email them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank-you and bon weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologize in advance if you battled to get through to the site today but with all the hits, I don't think that blogger could quite frankly cope.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-8987909202907263536?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8987909202907263536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=8987909202907263536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8987909202907263536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8987909202907263536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-i-havent-been-drinking.html' title='no i haven&apos;t been drinking'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-409319537082914886</id><published>2007-02-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:11:47.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my iQ tRip - a theory on beauty and happiness</title><content type='html'>I am finding it near impossible to hit a groove, I am bored at work, so bored that I have been faffing around with IQ tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few questions spike my interest but then it very quickly becomes apparent that nothing has changed, be it online, complex or short and dirty. I still end up in that 92-97 percentile range, a worker bee, one below the queen bee geniuses, and I conclude (again I might add) that I'd rather be beautiful than bright if I had the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because society rewards beauty and the body beautiful (I'm a slight exception here) who tend to fall into the lower IQ percentile ranges are utterly happy. No! beauty and brains is a molotov cocktail and trust me on this one you will only intellectually suffer, hence it's gotz ta be beauty on it's own that's all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reward and happiness, fuck all this abstract intellectualisation that sounds like the lottery to me (clichéd hair toss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I was breast fed for that six weeks and not four, I'd be up there with Albert E, theorising my life away, mind over matter, is all that would matter. Because you know what they say, yes they, say that if you breast feed a baby for six weeks you add up to 30 IQ points to their intellect, but I only got a buggery four weeks of my mother's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am finished with IQ tests for the moment and can tell you what's in the green tea this afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading, &lt;strong&gt;Martini a Memoir by Frank Moorhouse&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm 20 pages in and it makes me want to drink copiously so it's proving to be a fine read. And I have finally completed my version of the trip which rivals Tom Middleton's second effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine goes a little something like this&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Shuggie Otis&lt;/strong&gt; - pling + &lt;strong&gt;Hajime Yoshizawa&lt;/strong&gt; - i'm not in love + &lt;strong&gt;Jimpster&lt;/strong&gt; - distant light + &lt;strong&gt;Yazoo&lt;/strong&gt; - ode to a boy + &lt;strong&gt;Nouvelle Vague&lt;/strong&gt; - heart of glass + &lt;strong&gt;Dimitri from Paris&lt;/strong&gt; - toi mon auto + &lt;strong&gt;Martin Deny&lt;/strong&gt; - misirilou + &lt;strong&gt;Chet Baker &amp; Astrud Gilberto&lt;/strong&gt; - far away + &lt;strong&gt;Mel Torme&lt;/strong&gt; - strangers in the night + &lt;strong&gt;Smokey Robinson&lt;/strong&gt; - quietstorm (groove bootique remix) + &lt;strong&gt;The Rebirth&lt;/strong&gt; - walk talkin Mizell + &lt;strong&gt;Digible planets&lt;/strong&gt; - for corners + &lt;strong&gt;DJ Einstein &amp;amp; Zaakir&lt;/strong&gt; - have and have nots + &lt;strong&gt;David Byrne&lt;/strong&gt; - dance on vaseline + &lt;strong&gt;Stereolab&lt;/strong&gt; - cybele's reverie + &lt;strong&gt;Kraftwerk&lt;/strong&gt; - the robots.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask nicely and I'll trip you a copy via the good ol' fashioned post but I will also be putting it in the box over the next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-409319537082914886?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/409319537082914886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=409319537082914886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/409319537082914886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/409319537082914886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-iq-trip-theory-on-beauty-and.html' title='my iQ tRip - a theory on beauty and happiness'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-4477216914766754756</id><published>2007-02-07T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T05:47:06.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nasa gets its diapers in a knot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"This is our independence day!"&lt;/strong&gt; The movie proclaimed and then we sent the &lt;em&gt;Fresh Prince and the Fly&lt;/em&gt; to save us from the alien force (not to be confused with the alien workforce). In the end they triumphed, a dazzling victory, and instantaneously boosted NASA budgets, reported to be a staggering $17 billion this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you read this on the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/02/07/astronaut.arrested/index.html"&gt;CNN website&lt;/a&gt;, you re-read it and then you check that the site has not been phished and that you are not actually at &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/"&gt;The Onion&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction, it almost makes it highly plausible that the Fresh Prince and the Fly could indeed save planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you go and read the entire report about this comical NASA astronaut love triangle, from wigs to diapers, it's beyond surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...They also found a wig and a plastic bag containing a carbon&lt;br /&gt;dioxide-powered BB pistol in a nearby trash can, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a bag Nowak was carrying, the officer found a tan&lt;br /&gt;trench coat, a new steel mallet, a new folding knife with a 4-inch blade, 3 to 4&lt;br /&gt;feet of rubber tubing, several large plastic garbage bags and about $600 in&lt;br /&gt;cash, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowak admitted the details of Shipman's story, according&lt;br /&gt;to the police report, and permitted a search of her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the car, police found an a half dozen latex gloves,&lt;br /&gt;MapQuest directions from Houston to Orlando International Airport, e-mails from&lt;br /&gt;Shipman to Oefelein, &lt;strong&gt;diapers Nowak said she wore to reduce stops along the highway and a letter indicating how much she loved Oefelein&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is standard&lt;br /&gt;procedure for astronauts to wear diapers when they suit up for launch and&lt;br /&gt;re-entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/02/07/astronaut.arrested/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to a somewhat more mundane reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-4477216914766754756?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4477216914766754756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=4477216914766754756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/4477216914766754756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/4477216914766754756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/nasa-gets-its-diapers-in-knot.html' title='nasa gets its diapers in a knot'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-8039263989247293829</id><published>2007-02-06T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T06:41:40.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry; position papers and précis</title><content type='html'>Some days work can be soul destroying, last week I had the pleasure are pivoting around a 25000 line data extract, this week for my sins I need to read 10 position papers. I think it's ten, I know it's positioning something, and I know that I enjoy reading but this is beginning to snap the matchsticks which have been keeping my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I ended up at a poetry festival or sorts at Spier, as we were driving there, I moaned: "I don't understand women (at least a couple) and I don't understand poetry, unless it's Auden or &lt;a href="http://www.kalahari.net/bk/product.asp?toolbar=none&amp;sku=28361365&amp;amp;format=detail"&gt;Kozain&lt;/a&gt;." I continued to grump, that at least women are of interest, a body of work, that I need to complete in this life time, poetry? No, give me song lyrics any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="more79" name="more79"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am ready to add position papers to that list of things that I don't understand and quite frankly couldn't care less about, the only exception is that it's my unenviable task to précis these documents into a snappy 30 minute presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that there was a cheat available in the process but only four of the 10 have Executive Summaries, the rest are deemed to be to short to warrant this type of intervention, I whole heartedly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough reading in an open plan office per se and when you have no inclination, it's near impossible but as that deadline of tomorrow creeps ever closer I shall soon be using my poetic license to capture the thrust of my position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-8039263989247293829?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8039263989247293829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=8039263989247293829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8039263989247293829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/8039263989247293829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/poetry-position-papers-and-prcis.html' title='poetry; position papers and précis'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-687372939057781795</id><published>2007-02-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:24:37.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday's itunes playlist</title><content type='html'>I picked up my, KT Tunstall, Acoustic Extravaganza, again determined to like the album even after Jyoti had said that, 'she sounds like Sheryl Crow' which just instantly ruined it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I placed the cd into the shuttle, knowing that the first track, Ashes, didn't sound anything like mz Crow, I proceeded to open the booklet and discovered the following bit of text which she references and which I now reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty of Uncertainty posted on 28-02-2006 @ 16:57&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People with missing children. Children without parents. People without food or water. There are many who are destroyed by not knowing what the future holds. For those of us more fortunate, the beauty of uncertainty is that it motivates us to seek certainty. We are compelled to replace doubt with conviction, to replace confusion with clarity, to be more fearful of old ideas instead of new ones. Nothing is more disparaged than the person who is lost, hesitant, and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the true path to fulfillment comes from these conditions. Uncertainty becomes truly beautiful when connected with the certainty that there is a better life beyond the life that is known. The artist, scientist, entrepreneur, athlete, and traveller: all embrace uncertainty as their muse. What is going to happen next is more enticing than what is happening now. The thrill of anticipation, the mystery of the unknown, the open road, mistakes as portals of discovery, the inevitability of change, purpose from chaos, questions leading to answers, failure as the threshold of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these conditions inform the life of the adventurer, the human being who is engaged in becoming. The beauty of uncertainty is that it prepares us to embrace life in the face of death. Allows us the strength to deal with the freedom to choose. To willingly exchange the fear of uncertainty for the security of certainty is to admit defeat. To surrender to the fear of actually living your life. As T. S. Eliot observed, "Where is the life we have lost in living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing moves forward except by the craving to seek certainty from uncertainty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;Brian Hendricks, Editor, HoBO Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location: South Point, Big Island, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the rest of the album which is great, still remains somewhat in ruin because of that idle, throw-away, observation which is now etched into my subconscious, although I have added a point of departure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-687372939057781795?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/687372939057781795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=687372939057781795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/687372939057781795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/687372939057781795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/02/mondays-itunes-playlist.html' title='monday&apos;s itunes playlist'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-5853847696620210777</id><published>2007-01-31T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:33:00.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say white rabbit</title><content type='html'>A man and his wife are dining at a table in a plush restaurant, and thehusband keeps staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sitsalone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife asks, "Do you know her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," sighs the husband, "She's my ex-girlfriend before I met you. Iunderstand she took to drinking right after we split up seven years ago,and I hear she hasn't been sober since."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good heavens!" says the wife, "Who would think a person could go oncelebrating that long?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-5853847696620210777?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5853847696620210777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=5853847696620210777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5853847696620210777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/5853847696620210777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-rabbit.html' title='say white rabbit'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-6159364130434529328</id><published>2007-01-31T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:08:34.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>try this for a deep, dark secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Try this for a deep, dark secret. The great detective Remington Steele? He doesn't exist. I invented him. Follow: I always loved excitement, so I studied and apprenticed, and put my name on an office. But absolutely nobody knocked down my door. A female private investigator seemed so . . . feminine. So I invented a superior. A decidedly masculine superior. Suddenly, there were cases around the block. It was working like a charm. Until the day he walked in, with his blue eyes and mysterious past. And before I knew it, he assumed Remington Steele's identity. Now I do the work and he takes the bows. It's a dangerous way to live, but as long as people buy it, I can get the job done. We never mix business with pleasure. Well, almost never. I don't even know his real name."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always &lt;em&gt;liked&lt;/em&gt; Laura Holt, she made the series and even after reviewing the dvd that is still the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made the mistake today of describing a particular scene, where she tells Pierce that she invented a man who could handle impossible challenges - her -her ideal man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then pronouncing that our current work situation indeed required such a man, someone who could master this impossible challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a glazed look, the person was probably wondering what the &lt;em&gt;fffk &lt;/em&gt;was in my Jasmine tea this morning. I was trying to make the analogy that performance appraisal rating requires someone who likes impossible challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she had the gall to ask, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Who's Remington Steele?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt old, discouraged, and impossibly challenged - I hadn't expected this from a superior performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully that bit of the job has come to an end, now let the bonuses be divided up accordingly, with persons who have Laura Holt admiration, be deserving of that lion share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-6159364130434529328?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6159364130434529328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=6159364130434529328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/6159364130434529328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/6159364130434529328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/01/try-this-for-deep-dark-secret.html' title='try this for a deep, dark secret'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-4971940834983459571</id><published>2007-01-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:45:15.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it could only happen to a dog person</title><content type='html'>Almost all of my friends have cats, from Mao to Meeouw, but I am a dog person and my interest in cats (including the musical) remains at best polite and distant. Although I do like my tigers and one specific tiger but that's pretty much as far as it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However for those of you out there who are &lt;a href="http://www.kittenwar.com/"&gt;cat persons &lt;/a&gt;and if you haven't already received this, c'est viola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear blog author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We recently came across your site, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, while searching for bloggers who blog about Cat issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A small group of us have started a new site called Cat Bloggers. Our intent is to bring Cat bloggers closer together, and make a positive contribution to the Internet community.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be interested in joining Cat Bloggers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="more61" name="more61"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please take a few minutes to have a look at what we are trying to do, and if you are interested, there is a sign up page to get the ball rolling. We would greatly appreciate your support in this endeavour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you do not feel that your blog would be a good fit for Cat Bloggers, but enjoy this subject area, come visit us and one of our member bloggers. You can also check our FAQ Section to learn more about Cat Bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We look forward to hearing from you and seeing you on Cat Bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Craig CantinCat Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a network, having some fun, making &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; money by putting a spin on how we use collaborative tools - that's cat people for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33099222-4971940834983459571?l=a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4971940834983459571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33099222&amp;postID=4971940834983459571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/4971940834983459571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33099222/posts/default/4971940834983459571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-little-too-much-champagne.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-could-only-happen-to-dog-person.html' title='it could only happen to a dog person'/><author><name># 302</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13166486101269354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04409456947041528970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33099222.post-2590621048744641603</id><published>2007-01-25T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:28:59.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what breed of dog are you?</title><content type='html'>Personal profiling generally seems to enjoy a rather &lt;em&gt;high profile&lt;/em&gt; in the organisation but I am not completely sold on it, sometimes all you need is something simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always make my project team members do this test when we are working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;302, you're a Pug at work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? Being a Pug means that you are fairly easy going and don't need to be the top dog all the time. While others are posing and posturing, you're more likely to be taking notes and showing them all up with your new take on the subject. 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