French, no Snow and Small Life

Few aspects that dominate my current life.

The most important one,  it didn’t snow in Troodos this winter.

I receive French tunes from a friend who, I guess, doesn’t speak french. Probably the melody of the language itself suffices. Seen Banlieue 13 – Ultimatum. And I will soon engage in a conversation about Luc Besson and Leon.

Put up a ridiculous studio in my living room where I shoot pretty little things. This bull was attached to an Argentinian white wine. Plus dried plants and an ikea green box. White wine should not be about bulls, though. Red is a better suit.

those useless management schools

our current society is unnaturally growing managers. management schools. while understandable that a person who took time to specialize in an area could use, later in his career, in order to polish his leader skills, management training courses, before actually jumping into the pool of managing other’s people work (that work that he himself is performing at an outstanding level), i can’t fit in the management universities. they take teenagers out of the high-school, who know nothing about any job and teaches them to become managers of other people’s work. utterly bullshit.

in one of the previous companies i worked, ‘it shows good on the cv’ was regarded as a good-enough reason to attend courses. managers would recommend useless training sessions with this line.

they are just a waste of time and a reason for our training department to exist  (a team of youngsters that learned at school how to teach others to communicate, in this case; bullshit again).

woke up this sunday morning with my coffee and fortune magazine. they have these running articles about the fortuned ones. there is the 40 under 40 article. 40 people that made it and are under 40 years of age. they are people that built something useful. skilled in a particular area and put it at use (and is not management).

possibly influenced by the current economic downturn as well, as i tend to blame the overpaid, under-qualified leaders that reached those positions by attending an mba.

2009

another public holiday. i could get used with this schedule. another day in the park, working on my websites, checking new camera settings.

i’ve had a good year, even though i moved apartments twice an had to deal with my past.

the start was very lonely and i wouldn’t have need it any-other way. moved to a new city, new job, no friends. plenty of time for myself. snowboarding every weekend and public holiday.

then summer came. the long, cyprus summer. few trips to the beach in the weekends but again, mostly home, reading and relaxing. work kept me busy and i didn’t allow myself to think about the implications it can have. it worked for me and it was what i needed at the time. to keep me from drowning into my past. at times i feared that this feeling of well being might hide a storm. but no tempest hit me.

some things did not change. involvement in my professional life cannot hide the longing for outdoors, for a life in a french winery or on swiss snowy slopes.

i’m drinking more [red] wine and slowly getting better at recognizing varieties.

my taste in books has switched.  historical, biographies, analysis are far more appealing than fiction. though i read less overall.

put up photography sites of which i grew very attached.

kept my literary site against a short self-doubt period. a good decission.

learned two new recipes.

developed an insatiable interest in newspapers and magazines. the economist, on paper, every saturday. guardian for a while, time occasionally. fortune, online, every sunday morning. didn’t restrict myself to the two cheap gossip magazines i follow online. not to mention here.

didn’t see my cat since february.