"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Ogni tanto mi domando se non avrei dovuto scegliermi un altro mestiere.
Poi mi rispondo di no.
I already spoke about the value of failing fast on projects; it’s not anything I invented, and yet our mindset always shifts towards trying to avoid failure. We try to build bulletproof workflows. We have a failsafe in place for everything. We craft The One
Dressed in Double Truth: Visual Echoes of Elen de Céspedes Elen de Céspedes (c. 1545–after 1588) was born in Spain, assigned female at birth, and lived much of their adult life as a man. A former enslaved person and farmworker, they eventually became a licensed
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I already spoke about the value of failing fast on projects; it’s not anything I invented, and yet our mindset always shifts towards trying to avoid failure. We try to build bulletproof workflows. We have a failsafe in place for everything. We craft The One
Dressed in Double Truth: Visual Echoes of Elen de Céspedes Elen de Céspedes (c. 1545–after 1588) was born in Spain, assigned female at birth, and lived much of their adult life as a man. A former enslaved person and farmworker, they eventually became a licensed
Neither Man Nor Woman, but Saint: the Iconography of St. Marina the Monk In the hagiographic tradition of Eastern Christianity, Saint Marina the Monk (more properly known as Marinos) occupies a space that defies categories. Assigned female at birth, Marina disguised herself as a man
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brianzolitudine
Posted at 12:41h, 18 DecemberL’immagine mi ricorda vagamente la bauhaus. Io mi sono convinto che – noi tutti – per il semplice fatto di lavorare pratichiamo il mestiere più antico del mondo.
Prostituire un cervello ad altri per otto e passa ore al giorno non è certo meglio che lasciare i propri orifizi e/o sfinteri alla mercè di altri per qualche decina di minuti massimo a botta. E pagamento cash.
E senz’altro, non lo si fa per una mercede più alta.
FiammaViola
Posted at 13:49h, 18 Decemberuna volta che hai fatto la scelta, non si torna più indietro :)
Shelidon
Posted at 18:12h, 18 December@ Brian: detto così qualsiasi professione perde molto del suo fascino… o ne acquista, a seconda dell’ottica *___^
@ Fiammaviola: non si torna indietro no e per molti di noi è una fortuna. Sai mai che in un momento di sconforto non si scegliesse una strada diversa e ci si ritrovasse a fare ECONOMIA :-#
FiammaViola
Posted at 11:48h, 19 Decemberche schifo :S boh se proprio dovesse pensarmi in un altro mestiere potrebbe gratificarmi solo medicina… ma nemmeno regge il confronto!
Shelidon
Posted at 18:46h, 19 Decembermmm… forse a me gratificherebbe la via della letteratura (che per ora è l’hobby), ma a quel punto l’arte e l’architettura diventerebbero l’hobby e bene o male saremmo punto da capo. No, di qui non si scappa.