Some people gave me severe dressing downs about those Diktats on being a good news agency journalist I sent to colleagues in Africa on New Year's Day. Indeed, a note went out telling people to "disregard" an unauthorised "personal initiative". I'll take the flak for what I did and send no more service notes written like blog pieces, but can't be blamed for the crackdown note sent to lots of people who never received the Diktats, thus drawing more attention to them!
International companies where various people "play the system" with very different methods work in mysterious ways.
I also have a soft spot for bosses who confess they hate being one.
My utopian anarchist outlook is long since blogged, but after a remark I repeated today about property -- I like having and using some but detest ownership -- a snide remark at 'Blogcritics' drew my amused attention. "Aren't you glad most of your income comes from investments?" asks a sarcastic Prometheus 6 for a bit of Bush-beating. Me, I'm glad I've got none. Spare me taxation tomes and give me freedom from property any day. And the private abolition of Xmas was so complete that my mum told me my godmother wants the generous cheque in her card back. Morever she'll get it back, but with thanks all the same. I'll make it up to the Kid...
Ellie, while the Christmas sprite is supposed to linger in the air till Twelfth Night, gave me seven minutes and six seconds of 'Sedaris Returns as Crumpet the Elf' (NPR; RealAudio or Windows Media player required). If you get through the goo without throwing up, it's a gem of a resurrection worth recommending to all mean spirits.
p.s. Some earlier entries have been edited tonight in accordance with the gist of one Diktat to be "disregarded": if news of no use bores you before you report it, please refrain from inflicting it on anybody else...
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