Hergest Ridge

Oh, the disdain for Bob Proctor, Tony Robins, Dr. Phil, John Gray, Esther and Jerry Hicks, and so many others. “But why?”, you ask. Maybe you don’t, but I’ll tell anyway. It’s quite simple actually, and I promise that a single paragraph is all that it takes to make the point. After that, it’s the good stuff. Honest.

When was the last time you heard the likes of the above tell you something new, or, if new indeed, is there anything to back up what they are saying? Do some research, and you’ll find that the ‘wisdom’ imparted by their kind either falls into the common knowledge or the Dubious category. Of course, for the former no research is needed - you already knew ‘the secret’. For the latter, anger is a very justified result. How can someone make claims with such detail and conviction, without hard evidence to back them? It seems many people don’t mind being lied to as long as they are hearing what they want to hear. From there, it only makes sense for a business savvy individual to cash in on this human weakness.

The blog is a step closer to a new look… mentally, that is. Still nothing new on the hard drive, but in my mind I’ve got grand visions of the finished product. I love this kind of work - I could sit and stare at it for hours. My unemployment councilor will vouch for me. Her and I, we go way back.

Speaking of doing things, work, and other stuff I not care for much, I was in the process of cleaning up my laptop and deleted the recycling bin. How? I don’t know. What next? Good question, but before I try to answer it, I think I need a break. I’m gonna go and lie down. In the meanwhile, make yourself at home here at Hergest Ridge, and please do not feed the horses… if you find any.

It’s been too long, and I’ve decided on a spontaneous entry. It’s sort of unfair, because you’ll only get to read it if it succeeds. Anyway, as long as I remember, I’ve been thankful that the world is not a fair place. Can you imagine the things we’d have coming to us had the world been fair? Every wrong coming back like a boomerang? No, I’ll super-size my unfairness please, thank you very much.

The morning business meeting brought about a line - no doubt from some over hyped, empowerment pushing ’self-help’ book - along the lines of ‘your thoughts create your reality’. (The quotes around self-help are a nod of agreement to George Carlin’s ‘if you read about it in a book, folks, it ain’t self-help’. Leave it to George to state the damn obvious that few are capable of recognising.) For me, the reality quotation was an instant reminder of George Orwell’s ‘Nineteen Eighty-Four’, and I said as much. Sounded like maybe two people got it, but so early in the morning one never knows what constitutes a positive, yet alone intelligent reaction.

Speaking of the morning member meeting, I think I may have lost a new member application. Oops. I debated pawning off the issue on someone else - “I handed it to Daria during the last meeting” - and it would have been believable too, seeing the amount of paperwork going back and forth. In the end I decided on the more cautions, honest, and very terminal “Daria, did I already hand you the app? No? I must have left it at home.” No way I can go with the other plan now. But, I looked everywhere… well, obviously not.

That’s it. I’m bowing out before endless editing settles on me like a cold, damp fog, and the whole entry is butchered and skinned over hours and hours that could instead be used to help save hungry children in Africa. Eh, maybe I’m aiming too high? How about I get a kitten down from a tree - dead or alive okay with you? Even more realistic is a half an hour devoted to cleaning out Emails announcing, reminding, and offering discounts on Bob Proctor’s appearance in town. Gawd, how about I use the money to pierce my tongue instead? Much, much wiser investment.

Earlier today, as I sat hunched over catching up on my Email, an Instant Message came through opening with ‘Hey, Modest Mouse Fan’. It seems that many folks I work with have damn good music taste, and the Modest Mouse excerpts I frequently use for my MSN status got me recognised. By golly, I didn’t even know Modest Mouse was coming to town! I looked at their website not that long ago, and later complained to a few people about how the list of places they tour keeps getting shorter and shorter - our city not being one of them yet again.

Ha! So yeah, now I’m the proud owner of two Modest Mouse tickets, courtesy of a pre-sale code provided by the helpful gent at the very back of the office - the one that told me about this concert in the first place. This month it was Minsoo Sohn on the piano, next is Tegan and Sara in early October, and Modest Mouse in early November.