More bad news. A friend of mine died a couple of hours ago. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer a couple of months ago, and passed away yesterday evening. I find myself stuck at work trying to keep the ship steady, with various meetings and seminars lined up but thoughts are drifting… I do not have much to say, perhaps too much in total, so I shall keep it short. Right now, I realize how short anything of value is – tomorrow, most certainly, I will have forgotten the vibe of this brief moment. And how could one deal with this kind of thinking for any length of time? The result would be fine grained but miserable… I smile at the thought of returning back to the coarse, everyday mechanics. I guess bad news is part of the game, and there is very little that can be done about it. Attached to this post find ‘A pretty good day’ by Loudon Wainwright III. I guess one has to learn to value ones short and insignificant life as the grand show it is – it could be over any day. My condolence goes to friends and family…