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During the last two days of the year I, like many millions, grab onto that most amazing human construct called Time, specifically the unit we call Year, and look forward in the space of time. I have always been someone who enjoys throwing stuff out. Decluttering brings me joy. Simplification removes weight from my shoulders. At this time of year I like to take the piece of paper that has all of the past's stories written on it, crumble and pitch it across the room straight into the bin. This human construct called Year allows me to bin the past and start afresh. The past has passed and the future awaits. Let me know what you think about what you have just read. Please and thanks!

A recurring thought recently found its way into my consciousness. The subject of this familiar thought is how the measurement of time has impacted society. Those of you who have read my book, " Avoiding the Blues ", know some of my thoughts on this subject and how time has had an impact on my life. Time management has become an ever more important skill for human beings. The slice of time we use to measure it has diminished from from years and months, through days and hours, on to minutes and seconds and, finally today, to nano and pico seconds. As a result we now have potentially more and more items that need to be managed in a day. More and more bits of data compete for these ever smaller slices and, because we are now able to measure and schedule time in smaller units, we allow more of these disparate items to enter our days. We feel a need to manage more and more into the finite number of twenty-four hours. To do this, successfully, we need to all become good ma

Why is it that it is always John Doe that gets shot dead and murdered, beat up or harassed, or just goes missing? Why can't it be Joe Blow - that unknown, generic man that makes no difference in anyone's life - that goes missing sometimes? Let me know what you think about what you have just read. Please and thanks!

I spent the afternoon constructing high-rise buildings, driving various cars and piloting planes with my son. It could have been the 1970s.....even the dust from that decade was with us. One of my most memorable Christmas gifts as a child was the Girder and Panel building set that I received one year sometime in the mid-70s. It was a building set that allowed me to construct skyscrapers by using plastic posts and girders. These girders allowed me to build towers that extended well into the sky - well at least three feet into it (measured from the wooden parquet floor of the living room of that apartment in Saint-Laurent). Part of my collection of toys were also cars and airplanes. The cars are long gone but the planes are toys that my son now plays with...along with that Girder and Panel set. So today we constructed, we drove and we flew. As we unboxed the building set my eyes noticed the dust that was sitting on some of the roof panels that make up part of the toy. The cor