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๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿ“ผ Burning Down The House

Your song of the day, week, month, year, 4 years.

‘Storm in a teacup ‘or fallout not yet settled?

At the very least the story reflects poorly on Intuit’s head of communications who clearly doesnโ€™t understand how communication works โ€ฆ

I know I know - but yes only just discovered Mike Dawes - thanks to Rick Beato …

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ ๐ŸŽตHere

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ ๐ŸŽตAnd Here

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ ๐ŸŽตAnd Here Again

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ ๐ŸŽตThe Rick Beato interview.

No Words.

๐Ÿ“ผ Just Watch

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ ๐ŸŽต ๐Ÿ“ธ Matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs

Itโ€™s 18 months old - but ๐Ÿ”— this post from TimUrban resurfaced this morning, where he talks about how long it took to write his book, reminding me of a post I have had parked for a while now. Time to โ€ฆ

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ ๐ŸŽต ๐Ÿ˜‚ Remembering Bill

I have no idea why I hadn’t seen this already - I mean - it is 6 years old. But now I have - I am sharing.

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ Ray Dalio - Radical Transparency and Algorithmic Decision-making

Kier Starmer Talks Our Language

Kier Starmer opened last week’s European Political Community Meeting. He talked for a little over 10 minutes and a full 25% of that speech was devoted to the exact problem we are working on at The Future Found. I think this clip might find itself on the new site we are currently building.

๐Ÿ”— ๐Ÿ“ผ The King Must Die

Bob makes the connection ๐Ÿ”— here

Elton might have written the music, performed it, made it famous - but it was Bernie who wrote โ€ฆ.

No man’s a jester playing Shakespeare
Round your throne room floor
While the juggler’s act is danced upon
The crown that you once wore

And sooner or later
Everybody’s kingdom must end
And I’m so afraid your courtiers
Cannot be called best friends

Caesar’s had your troubles
Widows had to cry
While mercenaries in cloisters sing
And the king must die

Some men are better staying sailors
Take my word and go
But tell the ostler that his name was
The very first they chose

And if my hands are stained forever
And the altar should refuse me
Would you let me in, would you let me in, would you let me in
Should I cry sanctuary

No man’s a jester playing Shakespeare
Round your throne room floor
While the juggler’s act is danced upon
The crown that you once wore

The king is dead, the king is dead
The king is dead, the king is dead
Long live the king