A few weeks ago I was down with a severe flu, and my mind was wracked with the question of whether I should attend a Company function. After several yes-no changes of mind, I decid... moreA few weeks ago I was down with a severe flu, and my mind was wracked with the question of whether I should attend a Company function. After several yes-no changes of mind, I decided to chuck it and stay at home, only to discover later that my name was announced by the Chairman as the best department head.
Oh well!
While my country, the UK, like other countries, supports a multi-cultural approach, France tries to make different immigrant cultures adopt much of French culture. Yet France has h... moreWhile my country, the UK, like other countries, supports a multi-cultural approach, France tries to make different immigrant cultures adopt much of French culture. Yet France has had more Islamic terrorist attacks than most other western countries. Is this due to their trying to force other cultures to integrate? Does this approach just stir up more hostility?
I have always been critical of multi-culturalism. I have never liked the way that, in some places, you have the people of Caribbean heritage living in one part of town, and those of Asian descent somewhere else, and the Chinese over there, while the white people are here. I always thought that the way it is, where I live, with the races integrated, is better. But the French experience may be proving me wrong. Perhaps it is because the government there tries to force integration to happen. What do you think? less
I think it would be rare indeed if a persons life fell in place just like they envisioned it? How about yours , did it take on a life of its own, or did it follow the expected path?
What was it? (Please don't tell me to go away, like the last time I asked a question. lol)
I was telling someone a memory I had about the neighbor growing up. I remember sneaking ... moreWhat was it? (Please don't tell me to go away, like the last time I asked a question. lol)
I was telling someone a memory I had about the neighbor growing up. I remember sneaking in his backyard with the neighborhood boys and climbing on the roof of his shed/barn thing. But when I told the story it seemed unreal, and I started to doubt my memory. Maybe it was a dream?
