Coffee badging; Men think of the *Nicene Creed* every day; Crowdstrike strikes again.
3 Things this week and a poem
Thanks for spending some of your weekend with Things I Wrote Down. I hope you’re having a great week and enjoying these summer days.
Here’s 3 Things of interest I encountered online this week and a poem.
1. Coffee badging
Okay, who leaked to management and ruined it for all the hybrid employees?
Have you ever or would you ever Coffee Badge? I came across a number of articles this week about Coffee Badging and how the C-suite is responding. (It means to show up for the least amount of time at work—clock in, grab a coffee, hit a meeting, then return home to work).
Sounds like the perfect kind of hybrid to me. You connect and build relationship, have a coffee, then go to a quiet place to get the work done. But companies like Amazon are cracking down and may now require an hourly minimum. They are Coffee Badgers.
2. Men think of the Nicene Creed every day
The internet has already established that men think of the Roman Empire at least once a day. I want to add to the list the Nicene Creed.
It thought about it a lot this week and was glad I did. I stumbled upon this article in the Catholic Herald which contained an Annie Dillard quote I’d never encountered.
You’re welcome:
On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside of the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offence, or the waking god may draw us out to where we can never return.
3. Crowdstrike stries again
Were you impacted by the tech outage that disrtupted the world this week? I wasn’t, but know many people who were. The Crowdstrike glitch grounded airplanes, shut down enterprise, and wreaked havoc as people around the world couldn’t boot up their computers or do transactions online or at the “cash” register.
The irony is that it’s an anti-virus software that seems to have crippled so much of the online world.
Oof.
A poem
Technology will let us down. But trees won’t.
Here’s one of my faves. It’s by Joyce Kilmer:
Trees BY JOYCE KILMER I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer, “Trees” from Poetry 2, no. 5 (August 1915): 153. Source: Poetry (Poetry)