As all good Melbournians, me loves to spend way too much on smashed avocados on toast. Maybe with some feta. Maybe on sourdough. Yum. But, ouch.
Let Social Psychology be Cupid.
“A diverse mix of voices leads to better discussions, decisions, and outcomes for everyone.” — Sundar Pichai
Let’s start from the start. What do we mean by diversity?
Heterogeneity in race, ethnicity, cultural background, sexual orientation, sex, gender and other attributes
It would seem easy: the world is diverse, “modern” cities are diverse, therefore businesses will be diverse!
Wrong.
I mean, usually not. Let’s look at some examples from home (that would be Australia):
Gender:
First a brief explanation of the platform I have been using:
Raiz Invest in Australia and other nations of the Pacific, is practically the American robo-advisor investing app: Acorns. For who doesn’t know anything about neither version:
Practically, Raiz gives you…
Jokes aside (but it’s true). I tried to experiment with taking the same picture with 2 or 3 different angles, to investigate how the angles can produce different “feelings”.
With no filters, death
Follows our gaze
No no, no escape
On a nightfall
In a dream
All around the galaxy. Call it
Panic, no way to sweat this
Out of our system
No tarantella, no pizzica
No turning to superheroes
So tell me know
Infamous laughing skull
What should I do
With your grammar rules
And reaching for highs
And talking “italiano forbito”.
Given also
The fact
That this mix of planktons and neurons
Might have been dyslexic, even back in the booth.
Europe, Oceania, all because of you I’m sorry I talk about you Oh, I’m so lonesome…
Losing my grip
Small wristed, after all
But I know now
We are at least two, or three
Losers, losing everything
Losing sympathy
Sense of reality, maybe.
A kiss floating beneath the ocean
Numbers adding up in the songs of sirens
You tempt me, mate
But I am more. Because I am lost
Already
You cry guts on strings and conductivity
I merely fit my hand around an ukulele
A high note
From start to finish
Yet
So short in this world
People towering us across Elizabeth
And Bourke street
Who am I But the true Face of this lost…
I need
that pain back.
The wrenching, the sweats
I need to breathe harder and slow, when the unknown
appears like a quiet light, warm and feeble
casted on an ancient wall.
I need
to forget the voices around the house
turn the key
and listen to
their lovers’ discourse
all made by rising chests and eyes
centimetres apart
Two corners meeting.
Centimetres, millimetres
I was a misunderstood voyeur
I never understood myself
understanding the change of tone in music
understanding the meaning of different waves
and changing seasons. But not,
the love I needed.
I needed beauty
I need…
Ok, I had closed my eyes
But you were looking away
Your arm, smaller then mine, wrapped around me.
Why am I merely an insect capable of flight
When you are an angel? Divine luck maker
Adorned in gold, red and light
We hover in brass and water
We’re over the rest of the world
The peaks of mountains, my family’s soul .
We both look happy, but you’re glancing
At your virtues
I feel you through the electricity and skin
We’ll fall soon
When the purple air will stop to provide for us
When you’ll see your prosperity fade
…
Here’s what happened…Actually…
Nothing else happened. But I gotta tell you a few things. I copied the picture from a sculpture I saw on Pinterest.
And,
I am not going to write the poem here as well. This, has 2 reasons.
It’ late, but also, the poem is slightly long
There will come a time when I will not know what to write, and, I’ll be desperate to earn 18 cents.
That time, that day, I might copy the poem.
P.S. Reason no. 3 is most times I take too long to understand my own handwriting.
Squeeze the Avocado is an: Italian from Taranto, Australian from Melbourne, a “born-again gamer (?)”. Writing about social psychology, businesses, and most likely, quite a bit of poetry!
Italian from Taranto, Australian from Melbourne, a “born again gamer (?)”. Writing about social psychology, businesses, and most likely, quite a bit of poetry!