you can see their shadows wandering off somewhere

i always said, give me habermas and hegel. i want benjamin and kant and nietzsche. and marx, i can't get enough of him.  you can keep camus and voltaire and rousseau and especially derrida (who could understand him anyway?). but now, i'm not so sure...i think i missed something in all that reading. some window onto a special kind of logic. one that would help me greatly right now.

but i'm not going to think about that anymore. i'm just going to have a great weekend. riding off into the sunset.

maybe all the philosopher i need is fastball...

they made up their minds and they started packin'

they left before the sun came up that day.

an exit to eternal summer slackin'

but where were they goin'

without ever knowin' the way....

a new dawn

i find myself increasingly bewildered by the corporate landscape in which i find myself these days. i remember when i first entered corporate life a decade ago, i was struck by how much more postmodern it was than i expected it to be. virtual teams and dotted reporting lines were far more removed from reality than i had expected. from the warm cocoon of my graduate studies, i thought somehow business was all about reality and the postmodern social and literary theory i had studied would be of no use to me. oh how i little i knew...

but now i have entered a world where things are ever more protracted from reality: forms without purpose, incomprehensible and ever-changing organizational charts, IT systems where apparently no one considered that actual humans might be using them, and a language that is ostensibly english, but at the same time not and don't even get me started about people crying in meetings. i find myself in this web of artificial structures held up by thin air. and i wonder when it will all come crashing down and what that will look like and whether i'll be able to stand clear of the rubble.

but then, i get up in the morning and i look out upon a world where dew glitters in the light of the rising sun and i realize that the webs that matter are there, in the garden, glowing in the morning light, constructed by spiders which had a purpose in doing so. and somehow, i can face the week.