There are endless interesting variants of meetings, but the one I want to talk about is the executive cross-pollination communication clusterfuck.

just because they have „manager“ in their title doesn’t mean they know what’s going on as well as where to go.

»L.? Wo finde ich neue Freunde?«, frage ich ihn und L. sieht mich verwundert an: »Wieso? Sind dir welche kaputtgegangen?«

You don’t yell in a bookstore; you’ll piss off the books.

The paradox involves the implications of winning. Geeks will furiously work to uncover the rules of a game and then use those rules to determine how they might win. But the actual discovery of how to win is a buzzkill. The thrill, the adrenaline, comes from the discovery, hunt, and eventual mastery of the unknown, which, confusingly, means if you want to keep a geek engaged in a game, you can’t let them win, even though that’s exactly what they think they want.