There used to be a time when I thought words were all I had.
I’d say I still believe in the utility of words as far as my day job is concerned.
Indeed, even most of the realities of running a company are about painting word-pictures for others.
Lucky folks get a crib-sheet: agreed-upon acronyms, known numbers, or little charts scrawled on napkins.
For years, words are all I showed the world.
I’ve been blogging for almost fifteen years; now it’s fallen off to the occasional long-form.
The texture of information has changed, flowed and cleaved the basalt earth of our culture since then.
I’m not convinced I should continue to hold onto some principle that says I need to lecture while I make things.
I want to use my short words.
I want to talk in pictures.
Sometimes, I don’t want to talk at all and I want that to be just fine, too.