It's Friday.
The end, thankfully, of a long hard week.
A long hard week, a portion of which I spent being poked and prodded and scanned and echoed by various doctors.
I am the only one in my office space now, except for a young production assistant out in the back making coffee no one will drink.
Our weeks are high-speed cyclotrons of spouting and confusion.
Noise goes into and comes out of the machine relentlessly.
We have forgotten the need for filters.
We just clatter over more cliches.
And spew out jargon like a firehose dropped on the ground.
This is what happens when there are no longer any leaders. When everyone gets a vote and when discipline and authority and grown-ups have been excised.
We have big data.
In fact, we also have big blather.
A tale.
Told.
By an idiot.
Full of sound and fury.
Signifying nothing.
