Saturday, September 17, 2005
how many fingers am i holding up?
in my search for inspiration for a symbol of some sort, i keep finding the image of the raised fist. everyone sees this as a symbol of power but i think everyone's missing something.
take another look. it's a clenched fist, all fingers coiled tightly. it's not a cocky "we're number one" pose, or a defiant two finger salute, but a sign of zero. ZERO = POWER power to smash limits
to rid life of consequence. they were on to something
POSTED BY THE ZERO MOVEMENT AT 5:39 AM
Sunday, September 11, 2005
a symbol
David, a buddy of mine said that i should do a symbol for the zero movement. he said all great movements had a symbol. something to rally behind. not a bad idea.
POSTED BY THE ZERO MOVEMENT AT 7:08 AM
Thursday, September 8, 2005
a success
you wouldn't get this view from a cubicle.
we had a nice little band of zeroers as my friend Kieran called us. those in attendance:
Richard, Sally, Jordy, Andre, Kieran, Dan, Mick, Mike, Sasha, George, John, Andy, Melanie, Bek, Fiona. the first members of the zero movement
POSTED BY THE ZERO MOVEMENT AT 7:37 AM
Wednesday, September 7, 2005
the sick of work day is here...
it's a beautiful day. gonna be a hot one it seems. spoke with Andre already this morning and we're all meeting down town at 9:00. no better place to be to witness what our days would have been like. if we needed any reminder of why today is important, seeing the grey brigade truttle off to their offices, cubicles and open plan mice mazes ought to do it. here's to the sick of work day!
POSTED BY THE ZERO MOVEMENT AT 8:05 PM
Friday, September 2, 2005
why can't you go back to plan a?
all our lives it seems we're told to have a back up. a just in case. a reserve. all that means is that you end up juggling two lives. and eventually one of them has got to give. and by that stage what you really wanted to do has been made too frightening for you to even contemplate yet alone pursue. it's like juggling chainsaws and someone throws you a safe nerf baton. the whole thing gets you off guard and instinctively you grab for the soft plush nerf hurtling towards your head. and sure you might get it, but those chainsaws are unforgiving and they'll come baring down on you and pretty soon you've got no arms. ok so maybe that analogy isn't 100% right but you get my drift. plan b's are evil. they're designed to steal your spirit. i say shred, burn and smoke the ashes of plan b and get back to living a life that is all about plan A. i don't care what plan A is... if it's to be an accountant then be the best goddamn accountant you can be, get possessed by balance sheets, and profit and loss statement and other things accounty. be so good and passionate about what you do that they have to name processes after you, systems after you, that accountants all over the world erect statues of you. that you get groupies, after all why should rockstars get all the groupies? and i know all of us have wanted to be a rock star? so why not? why not pick up that dusty guitar, take the sheet off the drum kit, unclasp that accordion and get back doing what you once loved. get in touch with your inner rock god. and play
POSTED BY THE ZERO MOVEMENT AT 4:06 AM
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