Tisk Tisk Me

You know that sound your mother used to make as she waved her finger back and forth “Tisk, Tisk”. Well my metaphoric mother is doing that to me right now. Here I am, trying to share information and it’s been too long scion I’ve posted. I guess you could say I fell off the wagon, but did I really. I might not have posted it, but since my last post I had the pleasure of reading “Values Shift” by John B. Izzo and Pam Withers. It was on or local chapters Company of Friends, and like always I didn’t really notice it until afterwards. And I thought hey…why not. WOW! I don’t normally do the all caps thing but WOW!

Here I was thinking that me going off to start my own business and make a difference in the world was a minority, but as I’m reading, I’m seeing so much in me in this book. As a man who cradles both generation X and Y ( X ending 1977 and Y starting 1978, with me December 77 ) I’m finding that my values aren’t of my parents and it’s because of them that it’s not. Seeing what they went through for me, deciding “no” that’s not going to be me.

The sad thing, is how many companies will actually take the serious call of the boomers leaving. It’s like the changing of the guards on a mass scale, but what if there is no guard behind you? I find I’m asking myself some serious questions and wondering, What’s the world going to look like when Generation X is those fat cat’s pulling the strings, how bout Generation Y?

Let the manifestos fly

Today Change This: the fight club of the business world, launched it’s first set of manifestos. I’ve only had a chance to read the first one, “The Art of the Start” by Guy Kawasaki. I liked what it had to say. I’m still soaking in everything, but it comes at a good time for me. With me planning on diving into the world headlong by my own, this information comes to me at a very good time. Originally I had a bit of me being skeptical. I’m still looking to read the others, but so far so good. So, I’m doing my bit, to spread the word. Read On, my friends, read on.

Streamers

No, unlike the title, this has nothing to do with those things that the gymnasts are using, although the connection is a good coincidence ( Go Canada! Well that my little shout of patronage). What I refer to is the women and men behind the music streaming. These streamers in my opinion are another crew at the forefront. They aren’t spouting off words like bloggers. They aren’t pushing boundaries with ideas that are verbal. Their word is not a word at all. I took a small hiatus from listening, but I’m back and I’m back 10 fold. My entire day is listening to sweet beats from SomaFM or dublab. It’s going to places like ShoutCast and finding all the wonderful and obscure sounds from around the world.

They help me. Their music inspires me, which inspires my work, which hopefully gets me closer to innovation. I’m not their yet, but I’m hoping to be. I can go from thick phat beats, micro-beats, ambient, to indy rock, and foreign sounds; to the sitar and tabla. It’s about finding your sound. I find I’ve got the right stream for the right mood, and they now that I’ve found a few, they always hit the feeling on the button. Even if I don’t feel it, just listening to the right one will change me.

I came across another blog with the same question I’m about to ask. (sorry if I could find the reference I would put it down). What streams do you listen to?

What’s wrong with 27h days?

A very quick yet poignant post by Anita Sharpe
on Worthwhile entitled Let’s Hear it for the Overworked Brain surgeon.

It’s a great point about the necessity for down time. The necessity for a break.
When is too much? I’ve taken a look at the people around and it’s not just the
nine-to-fivers ( or should I call the seven-to-whatever-ers) that do it. I’ve been
noticing the worst culprits are the entrepreneurs. Entrepreneurs naturally are
doing things that inspire them, that get their juices going. It’s easy to forget
about time and to be working when it’s something that lights a fire under you.
But I ask all of you self employed people out there…When was the last time you
had a weekend? When was the last time you took a day off?. I know that all of you
would easily come back to me full of excuses as to why. Full of reasoning that
you can’t afford not to. I say blah blah blah! If you keep it up…you’ll burn
out, and then nothing will get done. Which is worse?

Dead Horses

Came across this in the eCustomerServiceWorld.com weekly newsletter.
The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed down from generation to generation, says that when you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount. In many organizations, however, a whole range of far more advanced strategies are often employed, such as:

  1. Change riders
  2. Buy a stronger whip
  3. Do nothing: “This is the way we have always ridden dead horses”
  4. Visit other companies or countries to see how they ride dead horses
  5. Perform a productivity study to see if lighter riders improve the dead horse’s performance
  6. Outsource: Hire a contractor to ride the dead horse
  7. Harness several dead horses together in an attempt to increase the speed
  8. Provide additional funding and/or training to increase the dead horse’s performance
  9. Appoint a committee to study the horse and assess how dead it actually is
  10. Re-classify the dead horse as “living-impaired”
  11. Develop a Strategic Plan for the management of dead horses
  12. Rewrite the expected performance requirements for all horses
  13. Modify existing standards to include dead horses
  14. Declare that, as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is less costly, carries lower overheads, and therefore contributes substantially more to the bottom line than many other horses
  15. Promote the dead horse to a supervisory position.

I just love analogies like this!

Day Job – The Quiet Killer

It hasn’t been long since I’ve started trying this new approach to my blog. Trying to look at things with business eyes; creative eyes; just down right thinking eyes. But it’s funny how the day job can easily stomp that out. My day job is o.k.. It keeps me on my toes and always busy. But, like many other sufferers of this affliction called slow death I need a cure. I’ve gotten to the point I can hear it in my own voice as I say , “it’s o.k.”. It’s not great, it’s not mind blowing, it’s not the coolest thing in the whole wide world!, it’s o.k. That alone makes my stomach turn. I’m not alone. So many others have I life long “job”. I’ve even heard the term “lifer” at my work. Almost like it was a prison. As I am preparing to cure myself and leap out their into the abyss, I’m looking around and I see so many others who have the same disease. They know they have it, but don’t have a doctor. I try and remind them that they can cure themselves. They are the doctor. Rock the boat, stoke the fire, walk away. Those are really the only prescriptions you have at your finger tips.