Culture

  The focus of one of my earlier blogs was on herding the copious amounts of time that one is confronted with after the world of work has imploded from either exhaustion or a cosmic collision with some other stellar thing. Retirement is cool but it comes at a price. I turn 64 soon and my family genome points me in the direction of having ten more years on the firmament before the reaper comes a knockin’. While the uneasiness of mortality isn’t something that comes around for a coffee ‘catch-up’ every day, I do have the feeling that we’re going to get to know each other much better as those ten or so years progress. The caffeine conferences may well increase in frequency and that’s not something I look forward to. Maybe I should forego the sugar insertions to the flat white as a buffer to impending doom but who knows? Free time and thought sometimes aren’t good companions. Death doesn’t quite terrify me as yet but that’s probably because I figure that I’ve only jus...