KIPLING - A MAN AFTER MY OWN HEART
“A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition.”
“I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.”
I’ve been endeavoring to make this blog more personal—and shorter (300 words is my not-set-in-stone target)—but a backlog of blogs I had written ahead, and now want to use, has rather confused the issue in the short term. Nonetheless, my goal is clear—and the overall trend towards a tighter, more personal, blog will soon be evident.
I’m going to have to find another home for my longer pieces—my essays, for want of a better term. Separate subject-focused websites would seem to be the answer. The subjects? Here is a provisional list.
- VICTOR ON WRITING
- VICTOR ON CREATIVITY
- VICTOR ON DEFENSE
- VICTOR ON AVIATION
- VICTOR ON FINDING AN ECONOMIC SYSTEM THAT WORKS
- VICTOR ON INNOVATION
- VICTOR ON ENTRPRENEURSHIP & STARTUPS
- VICTOR ON WOMEN
- VICTOR ON COMPUTERS
- VICTOR ON HEALTH, FOOD, DIET, & EXERCISE
Too much? Of course. But, at this stage I’m merely airing some thoughts. As always, execution is another—much more difficult—matter.
But, I do have wide interests—and like to write about them. The process seems to air the brain (thriller writer’s thought—but so does a bullet!)..
Let me close by saying that I love Kipling. I was introduced to him by my much loved grandmother, Vida Lentaigne. She used to read to me a great deal before I learned to read for myself. Sometimes, when I was very small, she would offer an extra chapter or two if I would eat something I didn’t like. And thus I ate all my artichokes—and have never eaten one since.
Listening to her read was pure joy.