As I pulled onto IBM’s grounds this morning, the field where the Herons usually hang out in the morning had a tiding of magpies…
Now we know that…
One for sorrow, two for joy
Three for a girl, four for a boy
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told.
Eight for a wish, nine for a kiss.
And ten for a big fat chicken.
But what is the rhyme for over thirty?
“One for sorrow, two’s mirth,
Three’s a wedding, four’s a birth,
Five’s a christening, six a death,
Seven’s heaven, eight’s hell,
And nine’s the devil his ane sel’.”
, magpie Heron
The land that IBM’s buildings occupy at North Harbour – portsmouth, has a lot of wildlife in it. Basically there is a lake and lots of surrounding land and trees etc… There is a lot of bird life including Herons, Canadian Geese, Coots, Moorhens, Swans etc… and an absolute ton of rabbits.
Anyway, while heading in this morning I noticed 8 Herons just stood around in a circle in the middle of a field. They look like some Druid sect or something. Standing stones set to worship some god or another…
, Standing stones
, Canadian Goose Canadian Goose
, Canadian Geese
, Standing stones
Found myself thinking about friends whom I don’t get to see much anymore, some not since leaving school..
In no particular order;
Lindsay Royales, Simon Hunter, Yvette Royle, Ian Holland, Jason Tweedy, Caroline Fairbrother, Victoria Mellor, Samantha Eden, Simon Fowles, Glyn Normyle, Stephen Clapham, Greg, Robert Kershaw, Richard Maddocks.
It’s funny, well it isn’t really, it’s kind of more interesting.
Every morning I get a coffee from the IBM coffee shop; small black. Every afternoon around 3 o’clock and walk down to the coffee shop and get another, small black. I’ve pretty much done this everyday for the last 3 months. Needless to say, the girls in the coffee shop now what i drink and that i love this pour over coffee maker. I pretty much no longer need to ask for the coffee, just place my ID card into the machine and get billed for it.
What it got me to thinking was; these girls don’t just remember the drink that I have, after all I am only one in 5 thousand employees in the offices and I have only been at the company for a mere 3 months, but they remember the drinks that many people have… so, just how much useless stuff do they store in their heads and how long will it stay there for? If I meet one of them again in 30 years, will they know what I used to drink?
You know how they say that you remember everything; you just need to find a way of unlocking the memory. Well, I wonder if it is true for hearing things. If you are in a room with hundreds of voices do you hear them all? Ultimately the “noise” cannot be interpreted but I wonder if that is because your mind is trying to focus on them all at the same time? So, if you hear everything, and can remember everything, could you later filter through the noise to isolate a specific person speaking and therefore over time be able to tell what everyone in the room was saying? Imagine the gossip you would here…