High-Quality People

Peter Drucker, “Knowledge is the Business,” Managing for Results, (London: Pan Books Ltd, 1964), p.132:

Business is a human organization, made or broken by the quality of its people. Labour might one day be done by machines to the point where it is fully automated. But knowledge is a specifically human resource. It is not found in books. Books contain information; whereas knowledge is the ability to apply information to specific work and performance. And that only comes with a human being, his brain or the skill of his hands.

Playlist of the Week

Harry Chapin    —    Cats In The Cradle
Van Morrison    —    Into the Mystic
Eric Clapton    —    Tears In Heaven
Simon and Garfunkel    —    Bridge Over Troubled Water
Paul McCartney    —    Maybe I’m Amazed
Fairport convention    —    Who Knows Where the Time Goes?
Queen    —    Who Wants to Live Forever
The Alan Parsons Project    —    Don’t Let It Show
Bobby Goldsboro    —    Honey
Luther Vandrosss    —    The Impossible Dream

Verses upon the Burning of our House by Anne Bradstreet

In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I waken’d was with thund’ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of “fire” and “fire,”
Let no man know is my Desire.
I starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then coming out, behold a space
The flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest his grace that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so ’twas just.
It was his own; it was not mine.
Far be it that I should repine,
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the Ruins oft I past
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate and long did lie.
Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best,
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under the roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle ‘ere shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom’s voice ere heard shall bee.
In silence ever shalt thou lie.
Adieu, Adieu, All’s Vanity.
Then straight I ‘gin my heart to chide:
And did thy wealth on earth abide,
Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Fram’d by that mighty Architect,
With glory richly furnished
Stands permanent, though this be fled.
It’s purchased and paid for too
By him who hath enough to do.
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by his gift is made thine own.
There’s wealth enough; I need no more.
Farewell, my pelf; farewell, my store.
The world no longer let me love;
My hope and Treasure lies above.

Anne Bradstreet – 1612-1672

Is Pain Good?

F. H. Bradley “Notes on Essay III,” Ethical Studies, (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1927), p.131:

To say that pain is an absolute evil, we should have to answer in the affirmative the question, can you have the positive without the negative, or the negative in this form? And I do not see how we can give this answer. We know that pain is often a stimulus; without some pain little is produced—perhaps nothing. We know that the pain of the part is often the good of the whole; that that good demands sometimes even the destruction of the part. . . . that no man has a right to say pain is an evil absolutely, unless he knows that there is no such life of the whole, or that pain is a negative which limits it functions, and is not a negative condition of those functions. . . . We have seen that pain is bad whenever it is not necessary as a condition of the good.

Conception of Reality

Neil Postman, “The Judgment of Thamus,” Technopoly, (New York: Vintage Books, 1992), p.19:

What we need to consider about the computer has nothing to do with its efficiency as a teaching tool. We need to know in what ways it is altering our conception of learning, and how, in conjunction with television, it undermines the old idea of school. Who cares how many boxes of cereal can be sold via television? We need to know if television changes our conception of reality, the relationship of the rich to the poor, the idea of happiness itself. A preacher who confines himself to considering how a medium can increase his audience will miss the significant question: In what sense do new media alter what is meant by religion, by church, even by God? And if the politician cannot think beyond the next election, then we must wonder about what new media do to the idea of political organization and to the conception of citizenship.

Playlist of the Week

The Platters    –-     The Great Pretender
Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers    –-     Why Do Fools Fall in Love
Jorge Ben Jor    —     Mas, Que Nada!
Wenche Myhre    –-     Si Meg Hva Kjærlighet Er
T-Bone Walker    –-     Call It Stormy Monday
Sonny Okosun    –-     Wind of Change
Eagles    –-     Take it Easy
Chrissie Hynde    –-     In a Miracle
The Rolling Stones    –-     Sympathy For the Devil
Del Shannon    –-     Runaway

The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand, dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder, & what art, 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand? & what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain? 
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears 
And water’d heaven with their tears: 
Did he smile his work to see? 
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

Tyger Tyger burning bright, 
In the forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


William Blake – 1757-1827