My good friend Keith Burtis sent me this link tonight — we both thought it reminded us of how Dr. Seuss might design a drainage system, fun, needlessly complex and impractical, and it got me thinking — we need a new holiday called Impractical Day.
On Impractical Day, just in time delivery would be made illegal; clocks would be turned off, discussions of efficiency would be banned, and maybe, just maybe, we could collectively unwind just a bit, and release the knot of tension we all seem to feel between our shoulders and/or at the base of our necks. A collective mental health day for the world. A chance to regain some perspective and figure out what’s important, and what we lose in the endless, merciless quest for ever greater efficiency.
Were we not supposed to have sixteen hour work weeks by now? (Along with personal jet cars and vacations on the moon).
Somehow, the latter seems more likely.
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