Complexity for Dinner

We had complexity for dinner last night. With meatballs, fresh basil, a nice salad, and garlic bread. The works.

You probably call it “spaghetti” but after the umpteenth time that I heard someone at work use the dish as a metaphor for complexity… well, I gave in.

The #2 most fun food in the whole wide world has been ruined. Ruined!

I can no longer move it around on my plate– from here to there and joyfully back– without visualizing an architecture diagram… that code I inherited… international free trade… my feelings toward Rick Astley.

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[Walks nervously to the podium.]

I… um… make a motion that we– the business world– switch all our PowerPoint slides to use icebergs as our exclusive “metaphor of choice” for complexity.

Icebergs.

Not…. Not the lettuce.

The things penguins float away on.

[Clears throat.]

[Fidgets with 3 index cards labeled Talking Points in red Sharpie.]

1. Spaghetti will be around and tied to family and love… until the end of time.

2. That’s a myriad of potential namespace collisions at work and home. Myriad means a lot.

3. Icebergs… outside of the occasional animated film… well, there are *none* of them in our future IRL.

[Whoa. That got dark fast. Prolly because there’s so much “below the water” (wink-wink) in that future. Florida for instance.]

Ok. Can someone please second the motion?

Quickly! Before they go after Jello.