Blocked
7 May
5 May
I went to bed pretty late last night (the missus was working so I kept her company in wakefulness). I rarely dream but I guess it was the altered sleep cycle (or Catholic guilt) that led to my vision of a wheelchair-bound priest in the moments before I woke up.
He was bespectacled, with a severe haircut and a ready smile. He was an amalgam of a couple of priests I have encountered and a man who used to work in the same office as my mother.
3 May
Today’s short story comes (in part) from something I’ve been thinking about ever since L and I discussed this post on Mark Cuban’s blog. The man owns the Dallas Mavericks, made a boatload of cash from selling a company to Yahoo! and is interestingly opinionated about a lot of developments in a lot of businesses. So periodically, I seek his blog out to see if he’s saying anything interesting (to me).
The question he raised was, from a business viewpoint, what needs to happen to pull the music business out of the doldrums. Now I don’t necessarily know much about ‘business’ per se (’cause if I did I’d probably be addressing a roomful of suits and getting paid to do it instead of putting this thought out in a blog) but I do know a thing or two about what I like.