Jacob Glud

Bitter waters

Sailing to the edge of the world, I travel with the painter’s daughter We float for miles and miles, over the black and bitter water.   We’re dying every day, but never dead like ghosts trapped in a shell, from where we sit, the world is gray, in this little …

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Noodle House Yarn

I remember the first time someone tapped me. It was in was in the spring of 2011, I was young and naive and someone wanted me to be a club president. At the time I was a bit over-whelmed, someone had more confidence in me than I did. However soon …

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The Hirst Report: Friends in high places

I have always been one who is reluctant to name-drop my more celebrated company for fear of sounding pretentious. Nevertheless, the witticisms encountered at one recent event prove simply too amusing not to recount. I was invited to a luncheon for all the greatest leaders throughout history. They were all …

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