Picking up from my last blog post, I got to wondering about a book I read a while back (as in probably when no one had heard of Nirvana.)
The book in question was called Six Thinking Hats by Edward “Up My Own Arse” De Bono.
As I recall, he argued that business meetings and discussions would be more productive if people took on roles, in much the same way that the successful busting of fantasy dungeons depends on a symbiotically constructive spread of fighters, healers, mages and dubiosity specialists.
(If that’s not what the book was about, then so much for the power of its lasting impression.)
Anyways, I always figured the book was junk because you don’t need people to adopt roles in that way if you first of all ensure that you have the right people on your team.
And — only six hats?
What is this? Magic the Gathering with a canary?
But, like I say, I have been thinking...
I suppose, in its way, this blog requires me to don a “hat”.
(Prolly it is more of a snakeskin belt, ooh ooh, yeah — with a chunky pirate-themed buckle, puh-lease.)
And I suppose what I was saying last time is how it is sometimes difficult to distinguish which hat you are wearing.
I was writing specifically about writing, but I realise now that this point applies to everything in my life.
Like, yeah — I have my Writing “hat”.
Also my Dad “truss”.
My Partner “straitjacket”.
My Wasp Cooking “tights”.
I have multiple interchangeable wardrobes of being, and it’s not always possible to dress consistently.
Hence the sporadic nature of my blog output right now compared to other stuff I’m writing.
Why, those varmint projects are sucking the life out of my platform here as Whirl!
How they conspire to offer me up as a crisp and withered phantom!
My suspicion is that any concept of “hats” (or whatever) is a momentary illusion.
For a time, we may be drilled down on one thing or directing our output along a particular channel.
But it is in our nature to transform.
It’s in our genes to mushy out on the combinatorial.
And let’s not forget good old procrastination!
How bizarre it would be if we struck out on a single path and just kept going.
How weird if we did not meander like caponised ganders.
I know it’s a big deal these days to BE MOTIVATED.
To get a fix on your direction, and head on out in spite of all obstacles.
But, like De Bono’s Six Hat junk, I suspect this POV will look ridiculous in 20 years time.
Kinda looks ridiculous to me already.
Boy George: An icon of purest mustard in a cosmos aswill with sin.