October 11, 2004
this little bit right here
Thinking wide is tough when you start a new job. It’s tough but not impossible, if the new job is one that is exactly what you thought you’d love to be doing for the rest of your life. Or, let’s say - the next five years - just to pique the curiosity of resource hunters everywhere. So... Thinking wide… Beyond your self and what you thought you needed out of this rather than the "so much more", you will get out of this when checking your stubborn ego at the door, and blending in to become a useful part of a very good international team of well-educated individuals towards the design of, the bringing to life of, nothing less than this new vision.
Contribution to the new vision is a natural babble, suddenly, because it pours out as a result of being considered a trained, experienced and careful person in the matter at hand and a result of having "thunk" on these things for a long, long time already. Thinking of how to help bring someone’s very realizable vision like this to life, how things can be more practical and how to suggest all this things in a manner that both maintains the not so delicate pecking order for those that need to peck, yet spurs an acceptance of the simplicity and relevance of the babble in those with the authority to make the path look easy for us as we make the path look glorious for them, the ones in charge and in need of this glory. How things can be 1000 times more relevant despite the years of culture decreeing that THIS little bit right here is all the sons of the desert are capable of. Yes of course, I KNOW, it’s a huge challenge to capture the imagination of a son of the desert and facilitate his moulding. I, for one, KNOW.
God, it seems and a silly idealist streak that I can’t seem to shake, (despite jaded external moments) lead me into this place now where suddenly all I have learned and studied and experienced about aviation - my affliction – is being considered as clear, concise, relevant, and useable by people with the wherewithal, the authority, the timing, and the ear of the full chain of Cee Em Dee. to break new ground, to institute new vision in the middle of this desert.
Contribution to the new vision is a natural babble, suddenly, because it pours out as a result of being considered a trained, experienced and careful person in the matter at hand and a result of having "thunk" on these things for a long, long time already. Thinking of how to help bring someone’s very realizable vision like this to life, how things can be more practical and how to suggest all this things in a manner that both maintains the not so delicate pecking order for those that need to peck, yet spurs an acceptance of the simplicity and relevance of the babble in those with the authority to make the path look easy for us as we make the path look glorious for them, the ones in charge and in need of this glory. How things can be 1000 times more relevant despite the years of culture decreeing that THIS little bit right here is all the sons of the desert are capable of. Yes of course, I KNOW, it’s a huge challenge to capture the imagination of a son of the desert and facilitate his moulding. I, for one, KNOW.
God, it seems and a silly idealist streak that I can’t seem to shake, (despite jaded external moments) lead me into this place now where suddenly all I have learned and studied and experienced about aviation - my affliction – is being considered as clear, concise, relevant, and useable by people with the wherewithal, the authority, the timing, and the ear of the full chain of Cee Em Dee. to break new ground, to institute new vision in the middle of this desert.
October 05, 2004
eastward bound souls
Somewhere between Abu Dhabi and Dubai at five o’clock in the morning, at 31 degrees Celcius and 97 percent humidity, the fog is very thick – 50 feet visibility at most. Cars with four way flashers blinking whisper mystically along at 120 Kmh, appearing disappearing and reappearing in front and in the rear view. Some braver Desert native souls in Nissan 3.0J’s, Bims & Mercs whirl by at 140 or more, trailing curled turbulent evidence in the fast lane just to the left of me. With no radio noise to fatigue, with headlamps lowered to their adjustable lower extent & secondary driving lights on for the sake of clearer vision, I set my pace against the norm. A fresh cup of Abu Dhabi National Oil Company coffee graces the cup-holder. My mind wanders in the quiet auto interior hum. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Surrounded by the desert fog I am at once alone - alienated from that which I cannot see fifty-one feet in front and behind of me and yet partaking in this momentary, murky highspeed gathering alongside all these other visible, eastward-bound souls. Our collective quest lies just beyond that which we can barely decipher on the wide enshrouded highway section we are presently seeing, an inviting exit.
A Semi, bearing a forty foot container looms suddenly out of the mist to the right of me and adrenaline flows for a few seconds, driving the need to sleep right the heck out of me. Almost there mon. No worries.
Surrounded by the desert fog I am at once alone - alienated from that which I cannot see fifty-one feet in front and behind of me and yet partaking in this momentary, murky highspeed gathering alongside all these other visible, eastward-bound souls. Our collective quest lies just beyond that which we can barely decipher on the wide enshrouded highway section we are presently seeing, an inviting exit.
A Semi, bearing a forty foot container looms suddenly out of the mist to the right of me and adrenaline flows for a few seconds, driving the need to sleep right the heck out of me. Almost there mon. No worries.
