No doubt about that.

 

When I doubt it has always something to do with myself and my abilities to get something done or to accomplish an idea. Maybe that is the pure function of doubt, to hold people back and not to achieve all of of their ideas. And maybe that isn't just me who feel that way.

I doubted that I could find motivation and inspiration to keep this writing challenge going. Maybe I still do. 

There is always something that gets in the way. And then again I doubt that I am persistent enough to follow through with it. 

Doubt is a dream killer. 

I have always dreamt about writing a children's book, but I've not done anything about it because I doubt that I can do it. 

Writing has always interested me, yet I feel it very difficult. I doubt I can concentrate that long. I doubt I have the patience and maybe the ideas. And I really doubt that I have the talent for it, so I doubt I ever get started as I am afraid to get that lack of talent confirmed and to fail. And then I fail because I am afraid of failing.

Doubt is riding along with me sitting on one of the shoulders, whispering into my ear: "you can't do that. Not got the talent. No one will be interested in your thoughts, better leave it be".

Thinking about it now, I doubt that I ever doubted that someone else would be able to do or achieve things. That's the odd thing about us humans. We never know what to do ourselves, but always know what other people should or should not do. No doubt about that.

Who taught us to doubt on our own abilities? If we were taught at all? Can the answer be found in what Freud called the "superego"?

"The superego consists of two systems: The conscience and the ideal self. The conscience can punish the ego through causing feelings of guilt. For example, if the ego gives in to the id's demands, the superego may make the person feel bad through guilt.

The ideal self (or ego-ideal) is an imaginary picture of how you ought to be, and represents career aspirations, how to treat other people, and how to behave as a member of society."

Or is it rather the normal "ego" battle with the "ID".

"If the ego fails in its attempt to use the reality principle, and anxiety is experienced, unconscious defence mechanisms are employed, to help ward off unpleasant feelings (i.e. anxiety) or make good things feel better for the individual.

The ego engages in secondary process thinking, which is rational, realistic, and orientated towards problem solving. If a plan of action does not work, then it is thought through again until a solution is found. This is know as reality testing, and enables the person to control their impulses and demonstrate self-control, via mastery of the ego."

One or another, I feel the answer lies somehow in between these two definitions. 

Doubt is an unconscious defence mechanism, it is reality testing and self control and it is the conscience and the ideal self.

Can be that it sometimes protect us, but for sure And it lead to a lot of failing or not at all trying, no doubt about that.

Source:

McLeod, S. A. (2016). Id, Ego and Superego. Retrieved from www.simplypsychology.org/psyche.html

Robots an AI.

 

If you asked me about robots being deployed into the workforce, I'd say sure, get on with it.

With certainty it would save some expenses and take some jobs away from humans.

But I don't think anyone are expecting the next I'm going to say, should you ask me?

Robots can't be greedy. Well, they could if they were programmed to be. Robots can't be selfish. Robots doesn't need a salary. Robots can't make errors, unless they are badly programmed and robots doesn't need a big expensive house, doesn't need a car or two and robots doesn't have any family ties that it will have the need to be thinking about and sustains, and finally robots doesn't need a pension or expensive health care plans.

All this must sound right and prosperous for any boardroom in the corporate world. So let us continue straight ahead and deploy those robots.

As the frame of mind is now, the only way in which people think when talking about robots and AI in the working force is that they are taking away jobs for the working people and make whole communities more or less dependant on social welfare and charity.

No, this is not the way I'm leading you here. We should not deploy Robards in the production force only. This is here we need a mind shift. No, we should put those AI and robots into the managers and the CEO's offices to let them run the business and maximise turnover and profit.

Like I said before, robots cannot be selfish, robots cannot cheat and cannot make the same mistakes a human could or would do when let by emotions or simple greed. And the best thing, robots cannot be corrupt.

Should something go wrong, you just need to reset and re-programme the thing and it should be fine again. No need for a golden handshake worth several million something currency.

Let us do the math.

Think about the salary for the big corporate managers. How many normal workers could be employed and be productive for the same amount one these top executives managers capture just for themselves. It is absolutely mind-blowing and a little worrying.

If we say a normal worker could earn about 36000 $ annually. That would give some tax revenue to the community and the state. If you could employ 10 workers, it will be about 360000 $ and ten times the revenue in taxes. That's about the a average salary of one manager in a mid size corporation.

But there is still some room up to what the big self promoter bosses are paying them selves in salary for the job they do, a job that easily and cheaper could be done by a robot, programmed to run a business and lead a production. For nothing?

You could probably employ about a hundred workers for the same money a part of the largest corporations pay for one top CEO. The thing is, the tax revenue from a top manager would not benefit the community as much as the revenue from 100 workers would.

Not to mention the effect a such mass employment would have on the local society. People would have the means to live a decent life and they would be able to consume and the money circulation could make communities bloom. People would feel satisfied, they would feel happy and cared for and they would have the sense of belonging, they would care for that and protect it.

A top CEO on a huge salary they just care for themselves. Ok, they do pay some tax, however, is this as beneficial for a community as it would be if the wealth was spread out and more people would have money to spend?

Never.

Think about some of the big scandals with corrupt CEO's and top managers in the recent years. First they cost millions in salary. The. They are asked but payed out of a lucrative contract with heat another astronomical amount of money. This is all money, millions, that are canalised away from the common good and into the pockets of a very small group of individuals.

Probably a great deal of the money that were taxable, are even again diverted into some awkward schemes and plans and "legal" money laundries. All and alone for the benefit of this very small tripe of "believers". Just look at the recent affair with the Panama papers.

Yes, this is a controversial thought experiment. However, reflect on it and think of what kind of mind shift are needed to make those  sustainable changes that is needed to make our communities function again in a human way.

With the help of robots deployed in the right place.

Running!

To run is to:

• put one foot and leg in front of the other in a faster rhythm than walking.
• overcome your own laziness and to be disciplined.
• loose some of the belly fat. Back fat. Butt fat. General fat.
• run away from something threatening.
• to escape an unpleasant situation.
• arrive at the ball before the other guy and kick the round thing into the square thing. 3 - 0.
• craving for it to come to an end so you can take that shower and afterwards have a seat to write those 2000 words du jour, eat chocolate, drink coffee and feel very content and pleased with oneself.
• get up at the crack of dawn to force oneself out onto the street and not to turn back before at least 5 kilometre has been covered.
• for some it has to mean they feel freedom and revitalises body and mind.
• addiction.
• get addictive.
• get from A to B without leaving any carbon footprints.
• be 6 years old again and just feel all that energy.
• defeat comfort.
• build character.
• show strength and perseverance.
• be obsessed.
• enjoy the fresh cool air and see the landscape passing at a slower pace than driving a bike or a car.
• experience the environment 360 degrees.
• catch some prey - if you are a predator.
• survive the day and run away from the predator - if you are prey.  

The best I learned from my mother?

The best thing my Mother ever taught me was being the person I am!

She was a maker. Born in 1930, she grew up to be a teenager during the German occupation in the 1940ties, a young adult in the 50ties to a wife and mother in the swinging 60ties. She met the man of her life in the early 50ties. He was a soldier and she a nurse. After the war, things was sparse and a certain degree of entrepreneur ship was needed to get by. They found work on farms in those days when that still was a romantic occupation.

Some cows grassing in the summer sun on evergreen fields. Every evening the herd stumbled back to the stables to the milking machines, patiently chewing the hay and grass for the third or forth time while the milk was flowing from their udders.

Also the pigs were outside roaming around in the mud and the corn fields waving in the wind like a yellow sea. Life on the Danish country side in the innocent 60ties. Like a Swedish folklore painting by Carl Larsson. Except it was Danish.

They had a vegetable garden and were self sufficient with most vegetables and berries. The meat came direct from the farm and into the deep freezer. Even the meat was home made and directly from the stables. Every 3 months came a butcher and two pigs were slaughtered to feed the employees of the farm for some time. I remember being there after the pig was dead, helping to cut the meat  and later to make pate's, sausages and pies. 

In the summer, I think, all of our meals were home made and direct from the garden and farm. Bread was home baked, marmalade and compost made from the berries in the garden and the milk fresh from the cows every morning.

And here we could get to some of what could be the best my mother ever taught me. The respect for nature and life. And the value of simple fresh produce and the way to prepare it.

It can sound odd to speak about respect for life when witnessing an animal loosing its life for our sake. 

But living on the farm along with animals taught me about respect for the animals and how to provide them with a happy and decent life. 

The animals were not only a product and a mean to maximised profit. They were living beings, respected for what they were and could give when the time came. 

Both my mum and my dad were makers. Both of them were keen and skilled gardeners and they shared that interest with the result that we always had plenty of fruit, berries and vegetables all through the summer.

My mum was also the cook and she could do the sewing and a very creative person when it came to knitting.

And she could make teddy bears. She made them for all of us. 

I still have mine today. 50 years later. She taught me to sew on her sewing machine and I made clothes for my teddy's. I found the inspiration in German pop magazines and created robes like the glamor rock bands of the 70ties. The Sweet, Slade, David Bowie and T.Rex.

Maybe that was the best she taught me. Not to be afraid of creating clothes for my Teddy. I can still sew today. In fact I like to do it, though it is rather seldom I get to it as I don't have a sewing machine.

Dad was a wood maker. Not a real carpenter. He could make everything. He was a good observer and could very easily figure out how something was made. Figure out the components and then do it himself. He started small in our little shed. Then we started as well, my brother and I. 

We had an oven for heating and we sometimes got som deliveries of surplus wood pieces from a nearby sawmill to burn. Then we went on the hunt in the pile and found the best pieces to make and army of pirates or makeshift superheroes. With markers and crayons we painted them and hammered some arms on the side with small nails.

They were super toys. 

Life was very different back them. It was communities and people helped each other. One time we were parked - my brother and sister and I- at the local shoe maker for some hours. I think they -mum and Dad- needed to do the Christmas shopping, so he agreed to look after us, and we watches him making shoes and wooden shoes, which was very common on the country. 

After we got picked up again and brought home, we went straight to the wooden workshop in the shed, and before the supper was ready on the table, nearly the whole pile of wood pieces for the oven, was turned in to odd pairs of footwear. You don't need a lot to develop an imagination and creativity.

Maybe that is the best thing she ever taught me, to be creative and humble.

She was creative and humble all her life. Unfortunately her life ended much to early.

I am great full for all she taught me as that made me the person I am today.

20 $

With only $20 in my pocket, I would be a poor soul!

BTW! Are we talking Hong Kong dollar or the other ones dollar. US I think it is?

With only 20 Hong Kong dollar in my pocket?

I think I would go to the rat alley and get a nice steaming portion of the fried chilli noodles with a couple Sui Mei and beef balls. After that I must have a couple of dollars left. I would save them and hope for a better day, week, month, anything to be better in fact. Maybe wake up and find it being a bad dream.

Man, suddenly I remember back to the days as I was a poor student in Århus, Denmark.

Sometimes I only had maybe 50 kroner or something for a whole week. 

I remember one time I was addicted to cigarettes, but I didn't have any. Didn't have any money either, Danish money that is, coz I did have 10 D-Mark - yes, that is so long back that the D-Mark still was the official currency or the Bundesrepublik Deutschland/ Germany - and those 10 D-Mark was equal to about 38 Danish Kroner and if I went to the bank to exchange that note, I could buy myself a package with 10 fags. 

Off corse I went to the bank and asked to get the money changed and the man just looked at me with a sad face. He told me, that I would loose so much of the money in exchange fee and that I would get less than half of what it was really worth. I was just so much longing fora drag of a fag that I told him to give me the money.

He did. I went out and over the street  to a nearby Kiosk and got those bloody fags -still some coins in my pocket- came out, ripped the package open and lit up one and immediately felt better. For a while. Just until the next time the pocket was empty and yet still to early in the month to go to the bank to ask for an advanced payment of the monthly student support. Also that was just so embarrassing yet frequent.

Suddenly I remember a slogan or motto I pretty much lived by in student times and it was something like this: " a good smoke can better help you through times without money than money can help you through times with no smoke".

Good old student life. How that could be miserable. Yet it is still the time I sometimes think back at with some kind of envy. But not that part with the money or the lack of them. The freedom, the youth and the possibilities. Even with only 20 kroner in your pocket. 

What do you think? Yes, you. You have just read this. Have you ever been a poor student, who sometimes had to live from hand to mouth?

If you have, you must have some memories of the hardship to make ends meet, and yet, still remember life, back then, as a student as some of the most glorious and exciting days of your life.

Disclaimer.

If someone should be waiting for me to explain what would do if I only had 20 US dollar in my pocket?

Sorry to disappoint you. I really do not know what I would do as I don't really have a clue what I could get for 20 US dollar. Well, at least not in the US. Probably I couldn't even buy myself a gun for that kind of money.

This Easter I travelled in Iran. There I could fly from a town called Shiraz and all the way north to Tehran, about 800 kilometre away, for what's equal to 34 US dollars. In that case I suspect that I could fly from Isfahan to either Shiraz or to Tehran for about 20 US dollar. But then what after doing that?

 

Imagine what birds are thinking?

I imagine these are the things birds think about: 

My first thought, or the first that came to my mind when I read this prompt was in fact a scene from Wes Anderson's great film " Moonrise Kingdom", and is the scene where the young scout boy Sam, forces his way through the school theatre to enter the girls dressing room and approach the leading ladybird, Suzy, while she is working on her make up at the mirror:

"what kind of bird are you?"

So like him, I would like to know what kind of bird?

What kind of bird I should imagine the things birds think about, as they must think about different things depending what kind of birds they are?

I can't imagine an ostrich or a Kivi for example, suffering from vertigo and having thoughts about how it is to be afraid of heights.

Or this one, a duck in a public park in some Scandinavian country, having thoughts about the possibility of getting food poison from eating from some old carcass on the Tanzanian savanna.

And a black kite from Hong Kong would probably never thinking of methods to avoid getting cold feet in winter when the lakes in the north freezes?

Many many different birds, many more different possibilities of imaginary thoughts. However, there could be some common thoughts that all kinds of birds are thinking:

Sex with other birds of the opposite sex, but within the same species.

Gathering enough food for themselves and their family.

Looking out for, and protection against predators and other dangers.

Raising their chicks and make sure they fly safe from the nest.

They could very well be thinking about the weather too.

Building a solid and comfortable nests that fits to the environment. 

Maybe I should start with a rationale and maybe uncover my thoughts, why I think

birds think about what i think they think about.

The first one is pretty obvious, isn't it. Birds are earthly creatures like every other earthly creature here on the planet, so I assume that they, like every other earthly creature, will be thinking of having sex with other members of their bird species. 

Should there, to my surprise, be any exception from this assumption, I would think I'd be wrong with the rest of my line of thinking as well.

Food must be the next thing they -birds- think about. I do not think they are counting calories or in any other way have any obsessions or disorders towards food. Only that they are able to find plenty to feed them selves and the screaming number of chicks hidden away somewhere in some kind of home.

Like us humans have our safe house and our door and a lock to keep unwanted intruders out and away from our loved ones and belongings, so,do I think birds in some way have same instinct to protect their family.

However, here again it must be different from species to species how I imagine they think about that.There are birds, which sole purpose it is to rob the nest and eggs from others birds. They could think about protecting their own nest in one way, but rob the nest of others in another. 

There's just too many cars around, isn't there?

Driving is a lot like freedom.

 Freedom Highway. Pyongyang to DMZ, North Korea, April 2014.

However, it depends where and why you are driving. Normally I enjoy driving, I just don't do it that often. Maybe that is why I enjoy it, when I finally do drive.

Mongolia, June 2014. A nice afternoon trip through the country side in this very robust Russian truck.

Where I live I do not need a car. In fact I really dislike cars here, as there are just too many and the people are so selfish with their cars. The town close by where we live is an actual nightmare at weekends because of visitors coming in from the big city to enjoy the space, the air at the see and the country parks. Normally it is a nice little quite quiet town. Mostly. Then come the week- ends and cars pile up on roads and streets, often to find themselves stuck with the trillions of other selfish car overs that had the same idea. Then they all start hooping at each other when they get really stuck. If this was just a problem for those selfish lazy car people, I could possible overlook it, but it is not. It affects everyone, and make the atmosphere tense and unwelcoming. 

Shiraz, Iran. April 2016.

In that case, driving can be like prison. Other people's driving are a prison to those who don't drive. Even to take the public transport doesn't help as people just find themselves stuck in a bus in a traffic jam that just doesn't move anywhere anymore. This mainly because selfish lazy car people think they will save time by driving in their own car, the two of them, in one car, and the tons of solo drivers just wanting to get as close to the shop as possible and then park in second or third position and completely clog the street and make it impossible for taxi's, busses or even pedestrians to get around. Could be that also lazy selfish car people see driving as freedom?

Memphis Tennessee, USA, July 2012


Normally, I do enjoy driving, it is just that I mainly do it when on holidays (which is probably why I enjoy it) and probably because I normally don't drive in too big cities at rush hour. 

Driving on holiday often means road trips. I love road trips. The freedom of going the direction you want. The ability to change and adapt. To choice to stop at this or that little diner or coffee shop or comido or osteria or Hostineč. All depending which country you are scrolling through. Music on the radio, good music. Beautiful landscapes passing. Destinations out there in the horizon. Unknown, yet, getting closer. What's it going to be like, and where to next. That when driving is a lot like freedom.

Soon I'll be driving again and the driving will be a lot like freedom.

Getaway's.

The ideal gateway for me could be a couple of places.
What comes first to my mind is Kampot and Rabbit Island in Cambodia.
But let us see how it has changed when we go visiting once more in October, and this time with Mum and Ricky. RIIICKEYY? He might not like it too much as they have no supermarket. Well, not any in UK standard that is. They have a market, a really cramped one.
Anyway, that could be a real getaway. But could I live there?

Not too far away from Kampot -20 something kilometers- there is the only Cambodian island called Rabbit island. That is a real getaway. Even a getaway from the other getaway. The getaway of getaways.
A true exotic island with amazing beaches, palm trees and no cars, no roads, no big hotels. Only some small huts and some restaurants/ bars and a lot of mosquitos. But I couldn't live there, I would get too bored. It's ok for some days.

Last time there we stayed one night. It was so relaxing and I felt a bit sad when we had to go back to the "city", Kampot, the next afternoon. It was a very relaxing place. Even lying down on one of the sun beds at the beach and thinking of reading in my book, seemed to stressful.
Thinking of it now, I can't even remember what we did there for 30 something hours.
Sit, yes. Swim, yes. Eat, yes. The rest is kinda blurred. Oh yeah, there was this older gentleman, like Santa Claus on a diet, with g string pants and there were these phosphorous algae in the water as it got dark, and to see how they just arose from around your limps when bathing in the water.

Cádiz in the south west of Spain. A romantic and beautiful old city on a peninsula of the Spanish coast.
I could live there in one of the narrow streets and go for coffee and tapas everyday. And I might take of drinking a couple of bottles of wine again.

And now, after my Easter adventure also Shiraz in Iran could be one of the getaways, if it wasn't for the horrible traffic, however, that is more or less every where now, except Rabbit island.  

Three things?

 

Three things I want to try are:

One of them I've already started and that is to say what I'm doing now. Write something every day and publish it to a blog.

However, the blog I'm using now is fairly hidden and not so well -if ever- visited, so what I might try out at one point has to be to publish one of these post on another platform. A kind of established platform. In the best-case scenario on Medium. That musts wait to be when I'm good though. When ever that will be. Maybe when and if one of these posts ever get a view or a like, I'll consider publishing it to our own work portal?

Second thing: I have the desire to try has got to be to drive from east to west or the other way on Cuba. Ideally in one of those retro American 50ties automobiles they still have got, or in an older Russian truck with a cabin attached where we could live for the time crossing the island.

And the third: What wouldn't I give to present at the ISTE tech conference in the United States sometime and also at either learning 2.0 or one of Project Zero's conferences. That I would really like to try.

Just need to find the exact right topic and subject, and then have the guts to pull it of in front of the global TechEd/ EdTech in-crowd!

Challenge the challenge

 

Bloody challenge. Or rather challenges. Not only have I done this one writing challenge upon myself. No, I also have a exercise challenge hanging over my little head. Self inflicted, I know, and self punishment and self blaming when I do not do it.

Honest, I am not the youngest anymore and the metabolism isn't what is was in the 80ties, that is for sure, so to stay more or les fit, I do a reign of exercises every morning.

I hate it.

Well, not after when I'm done and can eat breakfast. Not then. But I hate it nearly from the evening before when I go to bed. I start hating getting up again because of that challenge, that self inflicted pain I've challenged myself to do. I get up and start arguing with my self if I can find an excuse, just today.

Then I read about this guy on Medium, who stated that he'd got more creative by writing and publishing a daily blogpost. I want to get more creative again.

I used to be creative. Back then. Back before I started a professional life and had to be creative professionally, which isn't that bad and I do not mind being creative professionally, it's just that it is professional and then - I fell - it doesn't count really, as it is what I'm paid to do.

No, I wanted to get my free time creativity back, so to my exercise challenge I have added this writing challenge, in the hope of finding back some of previous days creativity.

Funny how challenges can make you find excuses for maybe not doing it anyway. And funny how your mind then call down upon you how weak and back-boneless it thinks that you are by trying to find excuses, and so not to disappoint yourself you do it anyway.

As a child I read a lot of comics. One of the favourites was Tin Tin and Snowy, and I remember how I liked when Snowy had a dialog with his own conscience, the white and black Snowy, sitting on his shoulders arguing if he was to do this or that. It was silly I thought then. Now I know how it is like. Doing the challenge or not?

To cheat with the writing challenge I have even started to look through my hard drive and google drive to see if I discover some already finished pieces of writing, and just post them, just to get out of the process of thinking, finding the idea and start writing. But, as I haven't done that much -which I kind of knew- writing before, it wasn't to much help.

I had something on my previous iPad, but unfortunately that got lost sometime 9 months ago, so there is no way out of it if I have to maintain peace between the White and Black representation of my own conscience, that -like Snowy's- are resting on each of my shoulders, negotiating wether or not I should skip one of the challenges just this once. Bloody challenges. Has it helped so far on my creativity?

My brain is highly creative when trying to find excuses not to do the challenges.  

MayTie & TieZember

 

Why does men wear ties?

Or why does all men who find them self important, wear ties.?

Or why does people find that men that wear ties are more important?

Normally I do not wear a tie as I consider myself the more casual, lending towards the hippie, kind of type.

That said you might think that I give a damn how I look or what I wear. Not really. In fact the quite opposite. I really like fashion and I do like the look of a tie in combination with a shirt, a suit and whatever and I do like the challenge to put together different professional outfits with a tie.

I just regard it too hard to do every each day of my working life. And I believe that the routine of " you have to wear a tie" spoils the creativity and just makes it kind of everyday invisible as with time it just becomes routine.

Therefore I only wear ties in my professional life for two months of the year. In December and in May. I call these TieZember and MayTie.

Why: I state that it is to raise awareness about male creativity and thinking outside the box.

These two months I have the challenge of trying to put together my wardrobe in different and matching ways. I am not allowed to wear the same tie twice in the same month and I am trying to make new combinations with my wardrobe. It makes my brain work in new and creative ways and is a good start to the day to do that.

So I wear a tie to challenge myself to think creatively and aesthetically/ fashionably. And the response I get those two months is very positive and people are curious as to why, so I get the opportunity to share my issue. Something that wouldn't happen, if I was to wear a tie - or suit- every day, as a uniform.

Maybe this attention makes me feel more important?

And maybe people find me more important as they now know why I do it, because they've asked?  

Like a Traktor Tattoo...

 

I do have one tattoo but no, I do not have any Traktor Tattoo, yet...

If I'm getting one made, I guess I better have to design it myself. Or what about I call for some submissions?

A Traktor tattoo will be somewhat permanent, something that will be agonizing and hard to get removed if ever.

It will also be extremely painful to get it made, a big challenge in fact. And it will take time.

I do have two blogs, however I do not really maintain them and certainly do not do a daily blogpost either, yet.

One post a day on a blog would be something permanent as a tattoo. It would also be extremely hard and challenging for me to maintain this endeavour, and I will be a jibbering wreck every time I post my flab doodle, anxious about responses and critics and I will be vulnerable as English isn' my mother tongue and I am not a real writer. I just like the thought of maybe becoming one.

Therefore, the challenge to myself to do one dally post -or at least five a week- will be somewhat the same as getting that tattoo, painful. Why not make it a Traktor Tattoo blog as well, as people will ask me anyway why I do, or did it.

Post Challenge 2016

My inquiry teacher icon is a tractor!

We had this PD day workshop about inquiry based learning and to get some inquiry going between us, we were asked to create an icon that for us could signify the real " inquiry teacher".

All of us got a pipe cleaner as remedy to create the icon. After that we should try to go around and and make inquiry among the others to see if we could find similarities and connections.

As I mentioned, I made a tractor as icon for the inquiry based learning teacher. 

Why?

Well, simply because a tractor is the tool, the machine or thing that unselfishly, each and every year will prepare the fields for the new season and will sow all the seeds on the fields and are responsible for them, clean them for pests, water them to growth and ultimately, when the crops are suitable, harvest and prepare them for what ever use they are intended for. And then, after that, will start the entire circle all over and over again.