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Dangerous musings for National Donut day!

Friends,
Progress. That move away from the stodgy and outdated towards the modern and exciting. We seem to have this deep rooted belief that things will inevitably spiral upwards. But what if this is as good as it gets? What if it’s all downhill from here? The Science Fiction genre of writing has often given us views of potential dystopian futures. After all, why must things inevitably get progressively better? The older you get the more nostalgi c you become and all those things you longed to change in your youth you wish you could get back in your old age. Perhaps it’s just change. Perhaps this e-mail has gone too deep into the philosophical realm and it’s time to pull us back to the shallow end. It is, after all, National Donut day (a ‘Hole-mark holiday’ –to quote the sage, Gabe Tuerk). Ironically, I was debating whether to bring-in donuts (our building management is, after all giving-out free donuts). I decided to compromise on a half-dozen donuts. So, before you come get yours here, go get one at the first floor, they will only be there another half-hour.
Happy Friday!
Photo credit: Geoff Levy

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