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A Helping Hand
Why do we find it so hard to ask for help? Is it because nobody could possibly be better than us at anything? If that’s what you think, I agree with you.
In fact, that’s why I spent seven hours wandering about the supermarket, looking for a jar of pesto. I can find by myself, thank you very much—and it tastes better if it takes a long time.
Below: from a recent edition of the New Statesman.
Spirit of the Blues
Have you heard of football, or, as you may know it, soccer? Oh, good.
This week, there was a crazy five-goal thriller at Goodison Park, home of Everton F.C.—It was unreal, bedlam, insane in the membrane.
I’ve tried to capture a portion of it here.
Below: The Spirit of the Blues.
Beep Bird
As you know, Big Bird’s main skill is inoffensive looming. Perfecting such a gentle haunt style takes years of dedication from the actor inside the costume. We should reward this artist with untold riches.
Yet, sadly, it’s only a matter of time before the folks in Silicon Valley try to “improve” The Muppets. They’ve never met anything that they didn’t want to synthesise.
It may be futile, but must resist for as long as we are able.