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Moving house is an opportunity to dump some of the crap you've accumulated over the years. moving countries makes you consider even more carefully what really matters, but when moving continents you end up asking yourself whether you care about any of it. We ended up shipping eight boxes, one for each year we spent in China. And yet, looking around me, I'm struggling to remember what they contained. There were standard items such as clothes, some scientific and medical textbooks (expensive to replace), as well sporting items such as tennis racquets and sleeping bags. (There would have been more camping gear but Korean Air managed to misplace my luggage once they put it on a plane to Incheon when I was flying back to the US a year or so back and never worked out what happened next). But apart from that, I'm not sure how it adds up to eight boxes. But already I'm wondering why I shipped a map of Lebanon and a 1:50000 scale map of New Galloway. And despite shipping a computer I've yet to turn it on because the Chinese plugs don't mate with Danish sockets and the price of adaptors means I make do with the laptop until I can find some place in Copenhagen selling dodgy knock offs. Perhaps I didn't need that either
It wasn't that we hadn't accumulated a lot of stuff in China, I handed over a flat screen TV to a coworker, together with a temperamental DVD player that I thought was on its last legs when we moved from Beijing in 2006. It was more a question of whether it was worth shipping, or it some cases, whether it was legal. We had to dump the DVDs we'd accumulated over the years since, understandably, the Danish authorities take a rather dim view of pirated movies. But the other issue was that the quality of a lot of stuff meant it wasn't worth the effort of packing a ninth box and paying to ship it over a significant portion of the globe. A lot of the stuff you buy in China appears to disintegrate at an alarming rate, non-stick pans that start to peel after the first fry up, saucepans with rivets that work loose as soon as you dare to boil an egg and furniture that swayed drunkenly every time a gentle breeze passed through the flat. There is talk in China about the injustice and potential pitfalls of laws that require properties owners to return their house to the bank after 70 years, but I have my doubts that any of the houses that were built in the last twenty years will last that long. The exterior of houses that were built in the late 90s look they were abandoned when the Japanese occupied China during the second world war and the newer houses are catching up fast.
In contrast, everything here feels so solid. Windows and doors close with a satisfying clunk, rather than with a clatter that shakes the frame and reverberates throughout the whole building. In China it sounded like the neighbours upstairs were practicing Irish step dancing every night and the ones below were either arguing or engaging in noisy sex. Here in Denmark, we live on the top floor and the couple downstairs look in their 80s and move around with excessive caution but I'm pretty certain sure we wouldn't hear anything even if someone started getting things on up on the roof.
Consequently, our flat has a pleasant sparseness to it, one might even say it has a barren feel to it. But it makes it easy to find things and tidying up only takes a moment. It remains to be seen whether we can maintain this minimalist lifestyle, the cost of living in Denmark certainly appears to tilts things in our favour.
just don't hate me
by Jeremy Stuart
He leans over me with his plastic goggles
and his mouth hidden behind white gauze.
I gurgle through the spit and mouthwash.
My tongue, swollen and fat with saliva
Will this be an easy platform to use?
In working with organizations over the years, I have observed a specific leadership pattern that itself resist change. Mere top management knows their vision does not necessarily means your entire organization knows the vision. Sometimes in India, especially for Small and Mid Size Companies, their vision statement is decided by the website designer. If you dont know where to go, how you can be make sure how to reach there. Your vision should refect into the planning and your employees must be willing to execute those steps, accepting the challenges while management allows mistakes to happen.
Let me address some of the tips you can follow to bring change within your organization.
Beat communication breakdown
When change is first announced, people will have information concerns. Often, leaders will want to explain why the organization is moving in a certain direction and why the change is a good idea. This is a mistake. People don't want to be told the change is good until they understand it. Instead, leaders should share information as plainly and as completely as possible. In the absence of clear, factual communication, people tend to create their own information about the change, and rumors become facts.
Leaders should prepare to answer questions such as: What is the change? Why is it needed? What's wrong with the way things are now? How much and how fast does the organization need to change?
Diamond Tears Painful Stones through small holes Cash in the pain for the obvious gain of a piece of Mind
After Rogue Magazine's Sep 2012 issue? Did Cecile Zamora's expose matter? Has he become less famous? Judging from his instagram.com/bryanboy account, I don't think it affected him a bit, if not made him more popular!
One thing I was just wondering, does he require anything LV to photobomb his photos?? Well not every photo, it's ummm, most of the photos.
Is it true that he is a social climber? Credit card fraud? User? Druggie? Did he sue Rogue? Well, I was wondering how did he retaliate?
And by the way, where's the Gucci Gang now? Are they still alive?
Warren wants me to sit straight. He says don't cross your legs. Instead prefers me to keep my knees locked together firmly, yet subtly, with my hands in my lap, ready to secure my dress from any attempt to rise, like I was some little fantasy of the past.
As he sits across from me, sipping his tea, we listen without emotion to some twee indie band whose name I hadn't bothered to remember. On vinyl, of course. But that wasn't me when he wasn't there. When he's not around I might listen to Poison on the radio, or Bob Seager, or even sometimes when I'm feeling really naughty, Jimmy Buffet. I hate Jimmy Buffet, mind you. But listening to him, singing about cheeseburgers and cliches, just knowing how it would destroy Warren to see me gaining such pleasure from something so low brow, made me gain a true appreciation for the man in the Hawaiian shirts.
When Warren's at home we only watch British dramas, Reruns of Leave It To Beaver (he watches it ironically, of course), or foreign films. Occasionally, when he's had a joint or two, he'll put on some stand-up comedy, but only if it's cynical and edgy enough.
When he's at work though I'll flip on some Dancing With The Stars, or if I'm really angry with him, Three And A Half Men.
For dinner he made us two bowls of Udon, which I had said was exquisite. We ate on the handcrafted floor mats of course--Warren is an ardent believer in minimalism. He didn't know that in the hideaway ottoman was a full bag of nacho cheese Doritos that would be devoured and disposed of by tomorrow morning.