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Most of what we call management consists of making it difficult for people to get their work done.

Henry! Explain yourself.

No one moment is most important. Any moment can be something.

Fourteen thousand, three hundred and seventy-four. Fourteen thousand, three hundred and seventy-five. Fourteen thousand, three hundred and seventy-six...

To be witty is not enough. One must possess sufficient wit to avoid having too much of it.

Dead babies. Bellerive boardwalk, Bellerive. November 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

These humiliations are the essence of the game.

What is it with little boys and their obsession with gathering sticks? Phallogocentrism? An innate yearning for creative destruction? Instinctive warlike tendencies? A fondness for sticks? Answers on a postcard…

A university is a group of buildings gathered around a library.

Henry has a determined little game that involves wrapping things . The rules are quite simple, i) take one piece of material or paper; ii) lay it out on a flat surface; iii) take one thing of varied size; and iv) wrap it. The game usually concludes by presenting the wrapped thing to whomever is present as a gift. Of course, this is rarely the end, as one might expect at least seven or eight of such gifts until he tires of it. One day I hope to find a gold watch, or the complete two series of Deadwood on DVD; but up to now it's usually balls, rocks or rags.