Spin it Doctor, Spin it!
Listening to:
Thinking of:
-written 9 April-
I sat about the library, wanting something to munch other than the piece of gum in my mouth (somehow it isn’t as fulfilling anymore) but as I stood up to head to Costies, the dissonance of frozen droplets invade the serene quiet of the fourth floor education section. Talk about a sign sent from the heavens.
The question then put forward by most that I meet, “What the heck are you doing in the library?!” This time it’s simple… I’ve got wireless and I’ve got an assessment center with a company recording record profits of 36 billion dollars over the 2005 fiscal year. It’s involvement in the destruction of sensitive natural heritage is legendary… but on the other hand, its product is available at the refueling station around the corner. Cest la vie…
Anyway, before I further digress… PR has to be done to ensure the pith fork wielding serpent look-alike seem as docile and approachable as a white fleeced lamb. Part of the assessment center is to work in groups to analyze the amount spent by PR on its image and to provide hope for the rest of the world that something is done about renewable, regenerative energy sources. It is amazing that one brand can hold so many facets of perception. Angel? Devil? Or maybe something in between?
Of course, reading alternative sources other than the company website illuminates paths that have gone wrong, losses in capital and morale of the indigenous, sweeping human lives under the carpet of greed, directing governments and the lurkers in the dark looking for a bite.
However, irony is never far behind! Little dinghies launch out to sea, to deliver a one man demonstration, tie him up on the pillar they said… without looking what was in the fuel tank. Ah well… the only reason why I’m typing this where and the way I can is because of black gold.
To be fair, I’m just irritated that the wind and hail hasn’t stop.
Thinking of:
-written 9 April-
I sat about the library, wanting something to munch other than the piece of gum in my mouth (somehow it isn’t as fulfilling anymore) but as I stood up to head to Costies, the dissonance of frozen droplets invade the serene quiet of the fourth floor education section. Talk about a sign sent from the heavens.
The question then put forward by most that I meet, “What the heck are you doing in the library?!” This time it’s simple… I’ve got wireless and I’ve got an assessment center with a company recording record profits of 36 billion dollars over the 2005 fiscal year. It’s involvement in the destruction of sensitive natural heritage is legendary… but on the other hand, its product is available at the refueling station around the corner. Cest la vie…
Anyway, before I further digress… PR has to be done to ensure the pith fork wielding serpent look-alike seem as docile and approachable as a white fleeced lamb. Part of the assessment center is to work in groups to analyze the amount spent by PR on its image and to provide hope for the rest of the world that something is done about renewable, regenerative energy sources. It is amazing that one brand can hold so many facets of perception. Angel? Devil? Or maybe something in between?
Of course, reading alternative sources other than the company website illuminates paths that have gone wrong, losses in capital and morale of the indigenous, sweeping human lives under the carpet of greed, directing governments and the lurkers in the dark looking for a bite.
However, irony is never far behind! Little dinghies launch out to sea, to deliver a one man demonstration, tie him up on the pillar they said… without looking what was in the fuel tank. Ah well… the only reason why I’m typing this where and the way I can is because of black gold.
To be fair, I’m just irritated that the wind and hail hasn’t stop.
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