I was born on the same date as Vivienne, only thirty-six years later, in a different country and under a different political system. She seems to have rushed ahead by at least a century and turned the world upside down. There is something in her of Generation Z or even a generation from further still in the future - indifference to authority, a refusal to accept the concept of fashion as such, the demolition of age boundaries, a feverish protectiveness of the planet's resources. And yes - the stubbornness of those born under Aries, brightness in self-expression, a desire to confront everyone and everything.
At the end of October, thanks to an invitation from a BNI member, I attended Dani Johnson's three-day seminar in Riga, "First Steps to Wealth". The greatest gain from it, for now, seems to be Dani's book, which practically encompasses the material from all three of those days. I read it with relish, setting aside all prejudices. Well, I can share the main insights.
The idea to look at the Dāvanu Serviss offerings came while brainstorming about how our small but lovely team would celebrate the company anniversary. The quest "Baker Street 221B" organised by Find Exit caught my eye - a minimum of two participants required, maximum four - perfect. Even though none of us is really a fan of detective fiction or specifically Arthur Conan Doyle's work, there was a great temptation to experience a quest.
Is it easy to get an internet connection at home nowadays? You know, this is a two-week story worthy of a miniseries - full of bewilderment at why this process consumes so many human resources, energy and time. Moreover, the company insists on cash payment.
Traditionally, for the third year running I'm rounding up the most desirable planners for the coming year. Both so that I myself have something very visually pleasing and practical in my hands all year long, and so that you too have ideas for where to find your one and only trusted keeper of thoughts, ideas and plans for the whole of next year.
November is a true month of patriotism and national pride, when many pin a red-white-red ribbon to their coat lapel, light memorial candles for defenders of the fatherland, sing the anthem at festive events and recall historical happenings. These are not typical greeting-card-writing celebrations, but poetry also serves at these festivities, on Latvia's Commemoration Day and birthday.
This will be the last of five articles about the trip to the Netherlands, whose positive impressions are still vivid in the memory. This time the story is about a small but - in the Netherlands and neighbouring countries - popular resort town called Zandvoort (Zandvoort aan Zee), to which we went by bus from Haarlem to enjoy the world and swim in the North Sea.
One morning we got up quite early, made do with Starbucks coffee at the railway station instead of breakfast (seemingly the only place where a decent large size is available - everywhere else in Amsterdam and beyond, they served truly tiny cups), and boarded a train from Haarlem to Rotterdam, which by all accounts is radically different from Amsterdam and Haarlem itself. And so it proved.
I used to have several stereotypes about working in a coworking space - for example, that it is always bustling and you cannot concentrate on your work; that it is not safe to leave your belongings there, since who knows what kind of people wander around; that you cannot make confidential calls or hold business meetings there, and so on.
