Staying alert is not always possible. It is an optimum state but not an entirely default position. Often we are in a trance–numbed by events, by ignorance, by choice.
Disrupting the disruption
Uber, plagued by internal meltdowns in management and human resources, has pressures from without as well.
Lyft uses an app to pick up riders and provides competition, as does Via which offers a rideshare twist and a cheap fare.
Uber’s problems may have started, however, with the archival grandiosity of their corporate name. Branding yourself with a somewhat tainted word that conjures some not happy WWII images of dominance, or would-be dominance, may have been its first misstep.
At the very least it suggests an arrogance of vision. Wouldn’t you rather get a lift from Lyft? It appears that the arrogance is systemic it seems from what one reads about Travis Kalanick’s company.
Who’s driving this…?
Is everyone completely comfortable with driverless cars?
Is this concept– from 1950s cartoons, it seems to me– well thought out?
Is it possible the machine is smarter than the human? Will it make better decisions in critical moments in traffic?
Granted, it’s not always clear how well a driver handles him/herself in crises on the road. There are plenty of accident statistics to refute the idea that men and women should control the steering wheel.
Nonetheless, the image of a car turning with no one in the driver’s seat gives me pause.
Hi, my name is Hal
Will we all be consumers with none of us being providers? Will work be something only androids and robots do?
Should we all just sit back and enjoy the ride?
We will never be this young again
We always knew that, but didn’t
Believe it, until one day, looking
At pictures of how we were, when
We were that young, smiling photos,
The happiness blended with youth,
We had to confess that time had
Passed, happily and with the stealth
Of time slipping by, unnoticed and
Quieter than the images of those young
Happy people looking back at us
It’s not easy navigating a partnership. Admit it, you and your beloved are not always in sync. Love and marriage are the ultimate alliance, the pinnacle opportunity to cooperate and collaborate.
There are other such connections we get to make. Early on, we form friendships which may resemble alliances we will have later in life. We partner with the cute little boy in our kindergarten class. We are assigned to a team-often of two- to dissect a frog in high school; we sense an affiliation with our lab partner.
On the disstaff side, as it were, there was an adage that said, “Take a partner, get a gun.”
I was reminded of this once while driving past 9 Partners Road somewhere in suburban New York. How many guns would these unfortunates need to settle their situation?
Law firms may have an answer to this cunundrum. Judging by the names on their marquees, they are accustomed to large syndicates. It’s always a good plan to allow an attorney to parse a state of affairs that might involve firearms.
The adage quoted above, despite the many jokes about matrimony, does not apply to your union with your life partner. At its best, the conjugal is an idyllic condition.
My cooking has gotten so bad that even my take-out fails.
In retaliation, or perhaps self-preservation, my husband is taking me to a Restaurant Week meal.
As it turns out, the meal at Orsay is superb. Thanks to the maitre d’ my husband is treated like royalty. Everything is customized to his taste. My duck confit, which was preceded by an excellent cold corn soup, is also delectable.
Dessert came home with us, as did some leftovers from the main course.
Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forget and transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forget site to history.
Meditative meditations and
Can you know yourself and still be self-deluded?
Is self-knowledge sometimes a gateway to self-indulgence?
Does focusing on oneself equate to an ultimate solipsism?
When is being self-centered a form of meditation?
The internet’s a connection,
The internet’s a collection,
But the news you get here
They’re hit or miss, dear
Some are theory, some are fact
Use your discretion, apply your tact
Some are true, many are false
Don’t be fooled, don’t be hoaxed
The internet’s a collection,
The internet’s a connection