Stop, drop and roll,
you’ve got a phone call!
Ping, ring, blink,
notifications, altercations, email communications.
I’m so connected I’m disconnected and my toilet is a network hub.
My mind loves the noise and virtual people,
online meetings and internet drama conceit.
Just like the worst and best candy your brain will ever eat.
Choose silence. Choose life.
Just wait till you grow up, they said.
Things will make sense, you’ll see.
Go to work and drown in a coffee cup, they say now.
I wish I was still a child, clueless and free.
But now the world’s gone mad,
they’re killing the trees and saving the bees,
and they’re taking out my wisdom teeth,
because they’re so wise they grow sideways.
I’d like a little less wisdom with my coffee today, please.
Fluffy socks, a cup of tea and a warm blanket.
So little, but so much.
A kind word, a friendly smile, a touch of love.
Fresh coffee, a crisp towel and a sprig of lavender.
Creature comforts = comfortable creatures.
Happy creatures, happy life.
Empty hallways, empty workspace, empty pubs.
Empty wallets, empty hopes, empty gloomy winter days.
A dash of spring, a white glimpse of first snowdrops.
The sun is out, but the people are still in hiding.
Here’s something that has been pissing me off for a while now — and yes, I just noticed that I tend to start my sustainability posts with a bit of a rant, so apparently if you want to push my buttons, ask me about green energy production. My engineering knowledge is often both a curse and a blessing and in this post I’ll try to explain why.
First off, let’s get some basics on energy production: electricity is not freely available in nature, so we must produce it from some other form of energy in order to use it to…
Imagine yourself walking down a bright, too cheerful turquoise corridor. It’s wide and it’s oddly boxy, as if the walls and the ceiling were perfectly, sharply perpendicular to each other in a way that defies imagination.
Imagine your steps echoing off the perfectly smooth turquoise walls with an odd, too loud thumping sound. Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump…
Thump. Breathe in. Thump. Breathe out. Thump
Just as you synchronise your breathing to the thumping of your footsteps, you realise it’s not your steps that are making the sound. It’s too loud, too rhythmical, too foreign.
Your steps quicken, your breath skips a bit, your…
Ever since December started, we’ve all been bombarded with “a year in review”, “the positive things of 2020”, “let’s focus on the bright side” or even “how 2020 was in fact the best year of our lives” posts online. While December is always the time for looking back and reviewing the things that have happened to us over the year, this year the fake positive hype is on steroids and it’s gotten so toxic it’s choking. So, here’s my rather more honest and hopefully more helpful goodbye to 2020.
There, I’ve said it and it needs to be said. There’s…
The other night I had a dream.
I fell asleep to the sound of your breathing and woke up to a gloomy winter morning. I stretched out my tired muscles and my body, strung out from the lack of sleep. Lack of sleep… Didn’t I just fall asleep? Why can’t I get any sleep?
Walking out the door to work, the world seemed more grey and bleak than usual. …
In today’s world of eco-fads, greenwashing, flight shaming, illogical zero waste advice, and plastic-free crusades, sustainability is becoming an increasingly elusive term, often confused with buying fancy zero waste gadgets or living in a cave in order to have no carbon footprint, which is starting to more than slightly annoy me. So, let’s go back to the basics and try to think a bit before answering the title question:
Sustainability as a word is defined as “the ability to be sustained/supported”. The word has been appropriated by environmentalists to denote existing in such a way, that we are able to…
Expectations, ambitions, wishes, wants, needs.
Clutter, clutter, clean up.
Your mind is a living space, not a storage.
First published on erraticengineeress.blog