It struck me when reading this article on the inflated compensation levels for CEO’s. Ripping their rewards and then some while awarding little or next to nothing to the rank’n'file causes disillusionment among the latter to rise. And when that happens and is taken to the extreme, nobody can see a point in really taking responsibility for anything, and the whole corporate ecosystem turns into anarchy, chaos and mismanagement.

Because why bother when it doesn’t matter if you do or don’t?

This morning I stopped to buy a small piece of bread and a yoghurt at Magasin on Kgs. Nytorv in Copenhagen. And I was just thunderstruck by the amount of paper needed to give me a receipt for buying two small things.

What a ridiculous waste of paper…

I’m writing this from the train between Ringsted and Roskilde on Zealand - a countryside that’s usually the enemy of mobile coverage. But the broadband connection is working fine.

I might get addicted to this, if I’m not careful…

In short, this is the Indiana Movie that you were dreading.

For obvious reasons I don’t know if this guy is telling the truth. But it got me thinking: Does quality and blockbuster-status go hand in hand? Millions of people will undoubtedly be seeing this movie even if the reviews are bad.

Instead he got some flesh wounds, which we spent all morning at the vet trying to fix. Even the vet said, Skipper had been extremely lucky.

I’m so grateful that I managed to save Skipper. If I didn’t know it before I know now how important he is to us.

I biked around Slipshavn and Knudshoved, and I ended up at the lighthouses at Knudshoved, where there was a great view over the Great Belt, Langeland and Zealand. That is definately a place to hang out.

I even brought my Mac and did a video of it. You can see it here.

Basically, it was confirmed to me that my local paper has no clue about what I want in order to subscribe to their paper. And what’s worse: They are not really interested in finding out, even though I think that’s the only viable way forward.

It’s a matter of time before they go away and die. May not be tomorrow, but it will happen, if they don’t change.

As a professional journalist who have turned his back on the day-to-day trade of the profession its always fun to come back and see the old hunting grounds (not that I was ever employed by this paper though). And its especially fun when one considers that I generally believe the sort of newpaper, they run, to be doomed.

A few observations about the visit tomorrow. Same place.

I’m not sure Louise will like it too much though, as it goes somewhat against her advice of me learning to sign off some more. But I’ll prove to her that I can do that as well.

There is a skew towards pictures related to spring. Why? Because it’s the best time of year. Everything is so vibrant. So fresh. And so full of potential and hope.

Enjoy!