How to successfully contemplate the bigger picture with your own Think Week.
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Be Glad You Aren’t Too Beautiful, Too Smart, or Too Rich
The downsides to being extremely beautiful, intelligent or wealthy might make you grateful you’re just Joe or Jane Average.
Continue readingWhat Chekov’s Dog Taught Me About Purposeful Creativity
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“Kashtanka” — Anton Chekov’s short story about a dog with two masters — is a fable about the conundrum of the creative life.
Continue readingPolitical Correctness: Censorship’s Sneaky Cousin
What Kim Kardashian, Nike and the Dalai Lama’s bowing to political correctness says about censorship in the Information Age.
Continue readingLunch Break
A summer afternoon in the life of a Hongkonger.
It was time for Kenny’s lunch break. His bony buttocks, which had been parked in a cheap IKEA swivel chair since 8:35am, felt numb. His eyes ached, and when he closed them, he could still see the bright light of his computer screen emanating from the back of his eyelids. The photo of his wife and two young children, thumbtacked to a corkboard in front of him, was lopsided, so he straightened it. He dislodged himself from his cubicle and made his way out of the building.
Continue readingWhat Do You Mean I’m INTENSE?!?!
Positive and negative implications of the term “intense”.
Continue readingHong Kong’s Protests Are Just the Beginning
Hongkongers simply don’t identify themselves as Chinese.
Continue readingNot All Women Are Meant to Be Moms
On peer pressure, late-life motherhood, and why I won’t be having a baby in my forties
Continue readingHow the Office Can Negatively Distort Our Perception of Time
Are you living in Kronos (sequential time) or Kairos (numinous time)? Where and how you work can affect how you experience time.
Why Time Management Is a Hotter Topic than Ever Right Now
Time management literature is more popular than ever. Is this because we’re beginning to see the true value of time?
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