Tag: the Outsider

Exact Lives Save Change

Exact Lives Save Change. Or it might have been Exact Change Saves Lives. Something like that, anyway. Yeah, it was definitely one of those nights – y’know, such as, in this case, I might have gotten to sleep for a few

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When I’m Sixty-Four

I opened the Chrome browser for a new web-search yesterday, and this is what popped up: Google have my date-of-birth, of course, linked to my GMail account. At which point I finally remembered, “Oh, yeah, it is my birthday, isn’t

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Two words

There we were, my colleague and I, discussing the possible merits and value for me of going to yet another conference. This time business-architecture rather than ‘enterprise’-architecture, and reasonably-priced too – unlike so many conferences these days. Looked good. Yet

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Let it go

Let it go? Actually, I can’t. Or won’t. Or don’t know how. Or maybe it won’t let me go… Something, anyway… Right now I’m in the somewhat embarrassing position of being hooked on a Disney movie. Or, to be precise, one

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Embracing our inner weirdness

Easter. In the Christian calendar at least – and in the pagan one that preceded it – it’s supposed to be a time of rebirth. Yet rebirth of what? And into what, or whom? If it’s a more personal form

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Family

Another Christmas, another cold. I just don’t seem well adapted for English winter… Nor for families either, I guess. In England at least, Christmas is both a religious festival and family festival – yet even at best I’ve never felt

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On learning enterprise-architecture

A few days ago Pradeep (I don’t know his surname, unfortunately) wrote a comment to one of my previous posts, asking for advice on learning enterprise-architecture: I aspire to become a enterprise architect. Not sure if you have written on a

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Apologising for the apologies

What’s this? Not again? Yet another post – already?? Sorry… my fault… many apologies… Or should I be apologising for the apologies…? 😐 Over-apologising for everything seems a peculiarly English affliction… (Talking with a Polish guy in the post-office the other

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Why are the elite the elite?

An interesting follow-on this afternoon from the themes of the previous post, ‘Rethinking the architecture of management‘. I was wandering around down town, doing the shopping. Outside this rather nice old traditional-style grocer’s shop, there’s a mob of 20-something students

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