Greetings to all my Esteemed Reader(s). It’s rudyblues here, back with another edition of Throwback Thursday! That time of the week when we meander most merrily down Memory Lane to meet a morsel from the mists of time.
Throwback Thursday is a recurring feature here at Rudy’s Ruminations, much to the consternation of all involved. The reputed intention is reacquainting you gentle reader(s) with some of my earlier work. The true intention is far more telling than that.
I’m changing up the format of this thing a bit to see if you Lovely Reader(s) prefer a reposting over a link to an old post. So, here’s how this Throwback Thursday thing works today. The same nifty boilerplate post, dated, a short blurb about the undiscovered pearl you’re about to read, with a previous post tacked to the end. The Throwback Thursday post arrives in your reader stream, but instead of clicking the link to the previous post, you get to enjoy the (not so) great literary stylings of rudyblues by simply scrolling. Feedback?
This was a very early post (December 2015, I think) that I liked, but apparently few others felt the same way. Could be because no one saw it.
Some random ramblings
Ever feel random? Me too.
December 14, 2015
Quantum Cloud 2000 by Antony Gormley. Photo by Andy Roberts from East London, England (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 Creative Commons]
- made, done, happening, or chosen without method or conscious decision:
“a random sample of 100 registered voters”
synonyms: unsystematic, unmethodical, arbitrary, unplanned, undirected, casual, indiscriminate, nonspecific, haphazard, stray, erratic, chance, accidental
- informal, derogatory
Unfamiliar or unspecified:
“you believe some random dude on YouTube”
unfamiliar or unspecified:
“he sat down in the gate and talked with some randoms”
I feel a little random today. Definitely undirected. Can’t seem to make up my mind. Start something, get bored, start something else, maybe another, come back to the first. Very erratic, a bit haphazard.
Sometimes I envy people who seem to have a purpose to everything, every day. Every action is focused with laser-like precision towards some end. It’s not that I don’t have things I need to do, it’s just that, some days, those things just don’t seem to matter that much to me. They can wait.
Maybe it’s the time of year. It’s almost Christmas. A little more than a week away. Christmas always gives me pause. It’s a time of reflection, a time to take stock of what’s happened in the past year. Maybe that’s what’s causing my randomness today. Maybe not.
A business colleague of mine used to have a saying about personalities in organizations that speaks to my present randomness. “In business, there are people who make wakes, people who ride the wakes of others, and people who bob in the wakes of others,” he used to tell me. I like to think that when I’m “on” I’m one who creates a wake. Today, I feel like bobbing.
Tomorrow, we’ll go boating. Today, we’re floating. Sans regrets.