I remember a time as a young person when one of my daydreams was recognition by the elites of the mainstream.

Business, technology, science. It didn’t matter what.

Now I know it’s much better being outside of the mainstream. In order to seek admission into their clubs you have to be like them.

But all they have is their memberships. The rest is hot air and fluff.

The best bit is that they are all panicking. The Internet is making them redundant because there are so many divergent paths to ‘success’.

Also, elitism fundamentally relies on, amongst other things, asymmetrical access to information and the Internet has killed that.

It’s hard to feel elite when the younger generations don’t even know you exist. No one is clamoring to get in, at least not anyone that they fear might be genuine talent.

Lola is decoding Taylor Swift.

In the CD cover slip certain random letters are capitalized.

When you put these together you get secret messages.

Such as “whenstppedcrntouhougt”

I suspect that once you have sold your integrity there’s no buying it back at any price. You can’t license it or borrow it either.

Query whether integrity is one big unit or whether it can be sliced and diced and traded in parcels.

For some reason anthropomorphism in the sea eschews soft and cuddly.

The prime suspect is the elephant of the oceans, the whale. And number two is the shark. Next we have dugongs and groupers. None is pretty and one is downright dangerous.

No wonder the Japanese, who love the koala bears, are confused.

Most people worry about money when they have none.

But I have watched many people go from subsistence (the Western version where they really want for little) to affluence.

I have observed two types; those that care less about money as they get more affluent and those that care more.

The people that go onto to be wealthy and unhappy tend to be in the latter category.