Month: October 2014

The future is what we build

Before I started my day, I read Trouble at the Koolaid Point, by Seriouspony [who writes “I’m not linking it to the blog, and it won’t likely stay up long”]. I had not heard about her until very recently, and reading her account felt like a punch in the face. It stayed with me since then. I think it’s going to stay with me a while.

Midway through her account, Seriouspony wrote:

“This is the world we have created.”

Later in the day at work, I followed tweets and news of the Keynote on the future of the Web that Tim Berners-Lee gave at the opening of IPExpo in London. He said many inspiring things in his habitual humble manner, but one in particular resonated with me. It was in response to a question from the floor related to the Dark Web. I soon found it in Brian’s timeline:

(The Register also quoted Tim at the end of a piece they published after his keynote.)

Kevin read Seriouspony too; here is his advice to which I live by:

https://twitter.com/kplawver/status/519866535922642944

And finally, Amy retweeted this:

https://twitter.com/kneath/status/519883872280928256

All is not white and all is not black, but there are some pretty dark grey stuff out there. Let’s be considerate of our fellow humans, please. Let’s stand up for ourselves. If the future is what we build, let’s build and nurture a world we can be proud of.

#sketch: Pomponette

Pomponette is a sweet female cat that lives in the neighbourhood. I don’t know if she has a home or just owns the neighbours instead. Pomponette is how we call her; the neighbor calls her Mimine.

She showed up in our garden, I remember, Adrien had been born only a few weeks or so. She’s friendly albeit a little wary. And she shows up most days. She likes very much to be petted but will not settle on anyone’s knees or be held. There is a lot in her face, size and built that reminds me of Emu, my own cat, who’s been gone more than a year now, so Pomponette does linger now. This is nice.

Yesterday we found her curled in an empty flower pot, sleeping in the morning sun. As she heard my approaching foot steps, she raised a cocked head, before yawning and stretching.

Made on paper (12×12 cm) with Pentel Brush Pen, charcoal and white, brown and terra cotta pastels..

Drawing of the cat Pomponette, ink and pastel