Saturday, June 23, 2012

Dunning-Kruger-Effect

Incompetent people will:
  1. tend to overestimate their own level of skill;
  2. fail to recognize genuine skill in others;
  3. fail to recognize the extremity of their inadequacy;
Well, as mostly: there is said to be hope.

I do doubt this.

The peace of the night.



Friday, June 22, 2012

Just a thought

0,0535446 Euro per keystroke is quite reasonable a fee.

On second thought ...

Why would so many people become sateless?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Vigilant

Watching this very sentinel ...
made me feel good, safe and ... thankful.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Venus Transit


A photo of a
Venus transit,

... neither taken by NASA,
obviously,
nor taken today,
but in June 2004.

Today, thanks to the forecast, none of us would have got up for the 'event'.
We shall wait for better weather in 2117.

Friday, June 01, 2012

Herewith the end of Omnium

is declared postsponed ...

Five years ought to be more than enough, however as I did neither take the time trying to find proper words to explain the Why, and  – more important – to thank all those I do not wish to wish farewell ... I decided to postpone the end ...

... until ... next year.

This might turn out to have been no wise decision. Who knows? I might not find time to say bye-bye before moving to my last dwelling six feet under.

I do know, though, that it is a good feeling to have met a few people.
Thank you!






Laughing gas needed?

Nah!  See?

What Omnium needs

oxygen – air supplying device – laughing gas.

Obviously.
 

Friday is Skyday

Monday, May 28, 2012

Monochrome Monday


Metamorphosis Kafka-esque a


This morning, as I was waking up
from sweet dreams,
I discovered that in my bed
I had been changed into a tiny insect
and now was sitting on my glasses
reading Kafka's Verwandlung:

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up
from anxious dreams, he discovered
that in his bed he had been changed
into a monstrous verminous bug.
He lay on his armour-hard back and saw,
as he lifted his head up a little,
his brown, arched abdomen divided up
into rigid bow-like sections.
From this height the blanket, just about ready
to slide off c
ompletely, could hardly stay in place.
His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison
to the rest of his circumference,
flickered helplessly before his eyes.
“What’s happened to me,” he thought.
It was no dream.