Karma: Zero
On Saturday night, I had a spontaneous, unplanned, hilarious small party. Phat Man Dee passed out on my couch. I remembered that I used to have the kind of social life where the passed-out presence of Phat Man Dee was the norm. I resolved to spend less time at work and more time among performers and half-empty bottles of wine and gin. I felt hopeful and cleansed.
In a masterstroke of karmic comeuppance, I then spent the last two days at an offsite work camp with 20 ENTPs. This was an actual day-camp, full of actual children, stomping and clapping and running around outside while we sat in a freezing cold basement gaping at PowerPoint presentations. By the last hour of the last day, the general tone of conversation had become unapologetically surreal.
"Is there an action to publish a process or not?"
"I'd like to use this as a test-case to socialize the discussion."
"I was going to go to California to try to articulate a strawman in this space."
"Let's have a discussion about what it is and see if we can capture it."
"Failure is also a win."
In a masterstroke of karmic comeuppance, I then spent the last two days at an offsite work camp with 20 ENTPs. This was an actual day-camp, full of actual children, stomping and clapping and running around outside while we sat in a freezing cold basement gaping at PowerPoint presentations. By the last hour of the last day, the general tone of conversation had become unapologetically surreal.
"Is there an action to publish a process or not?"
"I'd like to use this as a test-case to socialize the discussion."
"I was going to go to California to try to articulate a strawman in this space."
"Let's have a discussion about what it is and see if we can capture it."
"Failure is also a win."