Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

  Life’s dangerous. (Life is dangerous; it always ends in death.)   Today is Wednesday, the 17th of September 2025. Summer is definitely over, the skies are grey, and there’s a very faint drizzle falling. It’s one of those days when you wish you had spent an extra hour in bed.   I listen to the ‘news’ (or the ‘selected events’) on the radio, and the day gets worse. Israel is still going ahead with the genocide of the Palestinian population in Gaza while the majority of the rest of the world just looks on. (I’m trying to convince myself that the idea that there is a worldwide ‘Jewish Lobby’ is absurd).   Putin (Russia's little Napoleon)   continues with his war of attrition in Ukraine. Donald Trump, America's most well-known sex offender, is still in office, plotting some sort of civil war in the United States. The world is getting scarier each day.   By the way, did I mention that AI is gradually taking over from us humans on lots of levels, and our ideas a...

  Break out, lie do wn, take a nap, Many of us have ‘holidays’ in the summer (or winter) periods, one, two or (the lucky ones) three or more weeks, not thinking of work or the day-to-day struggle of life. We swim, walk, ski, lie back, read, talk, travel, dance and generally seek a level of enjoyment we don’t have on a day-to-day level because of our hectic lives.   The hectic days in the rest of the year are filled with work from which the finances come to pay for the Holidays.   So, let’s get this straight, we work ourselves into burnouts, stress-related illnesses and such so that we can rejuvenate and heal ourselves during holidays to get us through the next months of work, work, work. Sounds like a vicious circle to me.   What if we micro-manage? What I mean by this is not to look at life in years but in days. A year has twelve months, a day has 24 hours.   24 hours minus 8 for a good night's rest leaves 16 hours. Minus, say, 8 hours of work and another 1.5 h...