15 March 2005
"Smack smack smacking my hands
Flap flapping my hands
Lick licking my wounds
Will it help me
Rip rip ripping my skin
Clip clipping my wings
Pick picking my bones
Will it help me
Hip hip hip to the beat
I can't find my own feet
Can't see where I stand
The ballad of a running man"
-Catherine Wheel
The Ballad of a Running Man
And here I was gonna go to bed. But a tad more thinking is to be done. Changing is not so simple as merely changing. They say where there's a will there's a way, but the oft-missed implication of that is that will alone is not enough. The way is a separate entity, which needs to be dragged, kicking and screaming if need be, out of the streets and into that one room, that place where it can be interrogated, negotiated with, made into something useful.
And some candidates just don't work out. Some you have to fire, and some just quit showing up for work. Some do a half-assed job and you foolishly put up with them for far too long, losing precious time while the job is delayed further.
And then one day the whole damn project just falls apart and comes to a grinding halt. And it is then that you know with certainty exactly the candidate you are looking for. It's no longer a question of what will help. It's a question of what will get the job done. Most of us, myself included, lack the foresight and understanding to see that state of affairs coming before it actually arrives.
And some of us see that state of affairs come, try a way out for a while, and when it fails, shelf the project. Because we still don't understand just what it's gonna take. But sooner or later we figure it out. Sometimes a little desperation is what you need. Sometimes there's got to be only one option left.
"Falling down gave me my highest line
I got a good idea what breaks you makes you shine
And now the sparks are gonna fly
'Cause I'm turned on again..."
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