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The Last Lecture - Brief Synopsis

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch

"What wisdom would you impart upon the world if you knew your demise was to be immediate ?"  "What matters most to you?"

College professors are frequently asked to plan a lecture with these questions in mind.  The searing difference between Randy Pausch's last lecture and all of the others?  Prior to the lecture, Randy was told he really did have only a couple of months to live.

If you can read, are related to one other person on this planet and have a heart, you must pick up this book and listen to what Randy told his students and in turn told the world.

Along the Yellow Brick Road

Work has really gotten the best of me over the last eight months. 

"Awww, come on dave, that's one of the wimpiest sentences you've ever written."

Work penetrated the insides of my head with an icy-cold wake up dagger, "dave, no more cruise control.  If you want to work here..."  And with one big ole commitment I fast-tracked on a laser train right out of my personal life.  No worries.  It's what I needed.  Rosemary has been cool and Carla is a teenager.

A phenomenal effort by my team at work has secured my employment with this company for a little while longer.  While I cannot let up, I need to slow the train down and get back to that comforter that wraps itself around my soul and heart, the one that on a storm-filled day warms my mind, the one that a hurricane cannot pry loose, and the one that is one with dave's dna - dave's writing.

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John Maxwell says, "No dream grows out of a vacuum.  It grows out of a dream.  Whether you know it or not, your life has been preparing you for your dreams."Yellow_brick_road_3

Those who know me know that I am a fifty-one year old bald guy who has had no idea what I want to be when I grow up.  My heart, soul and mind have been ripped from my body and beaten against the rocks of not knowing. The pain of not knowing, of thinking that my answers were out ahead on the road before me have been excruciating, mind numbing and paralyzing.  The pain has sucked oxygen from my life, leaving me most often doubled over in pain.

But for the last five or six years, I've known the answer to my question is and really always has been inside...just like John says.  Something is beginning to stir within dave's soul...  I feel like the sun is trying to penetrate the clouds that accompany my journey.  Something is happening...

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While my writing has taken it in the back over the last eight months, my reading hasn't.  And lately I seem to be not only smoking books, but vaporizing them. Johnny_five_2 Picture the robot from the movie Short Circuit...need input, need input.

One of the greatest feelings that I have ever experienced as a human being was a bought of heart-felt appreciation for a book review that I wrote for this one gentleman.  As he told me from six-hundred miles away via telephone what this book review did for him and his company, warms tears streamed down my face.  To know dave is to know that this moment is an anomaly.  This was about six years ago and I packed this experience up in my back pack that I carry on my life's journey.

Writing book reviews and telling folks what excites me about others and their work is a portion of my comforter's dna.  John says they've always been there.  dave says he knows.  Johns says to tune in.  dave says they've walked every foot of the Yellow Brick Road with him.

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Because my back log of books to write about is so long, I am going to start writing a very short synopsis about each one.  Afterwords I'll follow up with additional posts elaborating.

The mix of first and third person in this post is by design.  Put that in your pipe and smoke it oh great magazine editor!!

Good Vibrations

At some point over the last few years I lost the desire to camp out at the local post office in sweet anticipation of my next Fast Company magazine.  I cannot wax lyrical articulation as to why.  I can only say that maybe, just maybe, they lost a little bit of their soul.

A Westerly wind blew into my life a couple of years ago and gently nudged me into the prevailing trade winds of Design.  I've read many books on the subject and subscribe to at least four different design magazines.  An appreciation for design has allowed for a finer appreciation of culture and deeper tie-ins to the art of communication.  The ability to look through a different lens at one's favorite subjects is most exhilarating!

Sailing at sea with my four design magazines, I always seem to notice when other design magazines float by.  It was about a year ago when I picked up Good.  Aesthetically, it has off the chart design appeal.  I love it.  But it is Good's content that has me remembering Fast Company's good old days.  Creators say Good is for people who give a damn.  They say it's an entertaining magazine about things that matter.  I agree.  Troll through their Website a bit and you'll get a feel.

When one subscribes to Good, one-hundred percent of that payment goes to one of its twelve nonprofit partners.  My proceeds go to Room to Read

"Perhaps, sir, you will someday come back with books."

While visiting a remote mountainous area in Nepal, John Wood, founder of Room to Read, came upon a school in horrific condition.  It did however, have a library.  The problem - it contained fewer than twenty books. 

John did go back...with books.  Room to Read grew from the seeds of John's gestures.

We construct force fields to survive the daily onslaught of advertising overload.  (unless, like me, you crave the stuff. I'll explain this sickness in a future post).  Sometimes however, a message pierces your armor and lodges in your heart.  The second that I heard about John's mission was the second right before Room to Read's message landed in my heart.  There will most definitely be some sort of dave-involvement with this organization in the future!

Thanks for coming into my life Good!

How Dave Got His Groove Back

Dave's life philosophy was Oz is the Yellow Brick Road.  But Dave wasn't living his life creed very well.  As he traveled the Road he continuously looked ahead.  Maybe once he got up around the next bend his ship would be there.  You see, at fifty-one years old, Dave didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up.

Since 1977 with the exception of one year, Dave has had a manager title at work.  Early on, when his enthusiasm and energy was high, Dave was more busy trying to get work done than to get work done through his people.  The light bulb went off in 1988.  Dave threw himself into the study of business and management.  By 1997 he was ready to mount his steed and lead the troops.  The problem was his immediate boss who was also the company owner.  This gentleman's agenda stymied deployment of the personal development of anyone who worked for him.  Dave had an unbelievably talented and progressive staff.  For them to utilize their talents, he would have to provide cover.  Though rewarding, it was a massive drain on Dave's mind and body.  Eventually he left the company.

From that time on, Dave checked his spirit at the door as he punched the clock.  Personal satisfaction came from sharing knowledge with like-minded people online.  Author David Weinberger captured the essence of Dave's world with one simple sentence, "However much we long for the Web is how much we hate our job."  Dave yearned and longed for the Web all day long! 

Two years ago, Dave hooked on with a company that was different from any other he worked at.  This was an international company with around thirty state-side offices.  What really rocked Dave's world was that no matter what level the people were at, they were just plain nice people.  Perhaps he would be allowed to be a real manager and not one that was forced to strafe management's ignorance from five thousand feet so that his people could find true meaning in their work.

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On Managing and The Decline of Newspapers

For factual and analytical information on the decline of newspapers and the present state of this industry, please visit the smartest folks in the universe of journalism:  Poynter Online.  I love this site!  It just oozes smart, professional and passionate writers.

If however, you'd like to hear from an average Joe who is an above average newspaper reader, online and off, tighten up the circle, throw another log on the fire and listen up.

Once upon a time, about two days ago, I was reading Napoleon Hill's chapter on Initiative in his book, Napoleon Hill's First Edition.  Napoleon tells the story about the time he took Tom Edison's Questionnaire.   He only got five percent of the questions right.  Then he took the list of questions to the library and in thirty minutes he correctly answered ninety-five percent of the questions.  Next, he contacted two sources by telephone and within an additional fifteen minutes, had correctly answered the remaining five percent.

My mind began to wander back to a time when I was in tenth grade Woodshop. (Time frame hint: Roberta Flack had the number one hit that year, Whenever I Saw Your Face)  We were given half of the school year to complete a project.  I was the least talented woodworker in that class.  And while a quarter of the students did not complete making their nightstand, I did.  Looking back now, I realize this was my first successful experience in managing.  I was able to get work done through other people and resources.  If I was unsure of a procedure I asked other students.  I was unsure of every procedure.  Looking back now, I realize this was also my first experience in failure as a manager.  While I was obtaining help from others, I detracted them from their own projects, thereby not allowing them to succeed.

Napoleon made me think of this in his tale about Edison's questionnaire.  You don't have to know all the facts in the world, you just have to know where to find them.  In his article which was written in 1921, Napoleon mentioned three most excellent sources for obtaining information.  The public library, any modern university and any modern daily metropolitan newspaper.  Here is what he said about newspapers:

Most of the big daily newspapers have on file the pictures of most of the leading men of affairs of the world, and these can be seen or even borrowed by responsible people, as a part of the service the great newspapers are rendering the public.

How often have personal Web site writers been chastised by professional journalists?  We are not credible, we do not follow standards and the big one, our sources are unreliable and not factual.   I so however,  appreciate their point of view.  They spent the time and money to become educated.  They abide by strict standards and ethics.  Their fact checking and sourcing must pass rigorous testing.  And they must bring all of this together to meet deadlines. 

Perhaps, instead of, like the music industry, worrying how everyone is trying to take a piece of their turf, they should invent new turf.  Perhaps they should listen to Napoleon.  Perhaps they should get into the service business by providing all of that triple-checked information - for free or use a combination of advertising and nominal annual subscription. 

The following is my perception.  It is not based upon factual evidence.  It is however, what motivates me at this time to not utilize online newspapers for information.  Their search engines suck.  And when I find anything at all, it is more than seven days old and a fee is required to access it. 

Instead of trying to paddle upstream, the newspaper industry should turn the canoe around and put wings on it.  Open up their vaults of information, partner with Google and get back into the service business.

The Readership Institute seems to speak of going in this direction, kind of.

Design: Do You Love Your City?

Ben lived in a rather small city of 15,000 people.  He spoke of it as wonderfully designed.  He liked the large streets that made up a perfect grid.  Ben cared about where he lived.  So when the unpaved streets became muddy and wreaked havoc on the merchants, he worked to get the community involved and the streets paved.  But dried mud on the paved streets was also a problem.  So Ben created and distributed a pamphlet that stated the advantages of hiring a street sweeper.  A few days later when he canvassed the neighborhoods, Ben discovered unanimous support.

About this time the townspeople wanted to light their city.  Ben took note of John Clifton's house.  John simply kept a lit lamp outside of his front door at night.  Ben and John purchased a few lamps from overseas.  Ben noticed a flaw in the oil lamp's design.  There were no provisions to draw air from the bottom which would prevent a buildup of smoke and soot.  Ben redesigned the lamp to allow air to move freely through the lamp. 

Wisdom quickly became a byproduct of Ben's life.  He used the street paving and lamp stories to tell folks about happiness and attention to small matters.  He said that dust (or soot) blown into the eyes of a single person or merchant was not much of a problem.  But when dust was blown into the eyes of an entire city, it could shut down the city.  A simple plan to sweep the streets or a small design change to the lamps were examples of paying attention to seemingly small matters.  Ben said human happiness is not so much a result of lucky events that rarely come our way.  Rather, happiness is more often a result of the little advantages that accumulate every day.

He went on to say that if you want to make the world a better place, do something as basic as teaching a poor young man how to shave himself and keep his razor in good shape.  In doing this, you may contribute more to his happiness in life than by giving him a lump sum of money.  He said, money easily gained is often foolishly spent and latter regretted, but a good skill pays dividends for a lifetime.

A few small incidents from Ben's life here demonstrate a remarkable ability to market, to be creative, to design, to pursue happiness and to teach. 

Ben was a pretty smart guy and yes, Benjamin Franklin loved Philadelphia, his city.  Do you love yours?

This story of Benjamin Franklin can be found in Benjamin Franklin by Blaine McCormick.

Fly Your Freak Flag

The pain, the excruciating hot, poker-iron pain pierced Jimmy's side.  He was lost in the forest without food and water.  They had given him what seemed like simple instructions.  "Go to college, get a good job with benefits, keep your head down and don't make waves."  He entered the forest at one of the firebreak roads.  The sign said Cubicle Farms just ahead.  Looking back, he should have been concerned when the firebreak road disappeared in the forest's undergrowth - on the very first day.

Jimmy entered Cubicle Farms at Hamster Wheel Alley.  Fifteen years and four sets of carpet later, he was still trapped inside the forest.  The forest and its dwellers homogenized his life.  His initial issue of horse-blinders, latex gloves and rubber pencils stood the journey of time.  The forest dwellers applied a steady drip of corner and edge rounding to all of the citizens of Cubicle Farms. 

Comparing his plight one day to that of Viktor Frankl, Jimmy remembered some long-ago advice from his brother Denny.  "Be proud of who you really are.  Be proud to fly your Freak Flag!"  Later that day Jimmy ran from Cubicle Farms into the Forest.

In an insightful essay* on freeing our creativity titled "Fly Your Freak Flag", author Ellen Rohr explains the title's roots. 

"In the movie, "the Family Stone," Sarah Jessica Parker plays an uptight lawyer.  Luke Wilson plays her soon-to-be brother-in-law and lover.  Luke's character is trying to get Sarah's character to lighten up.  He tells her, "You have a freak flag.  You just don't fly it."

Can you think of anything more liberating than climbing up Pork Chop Hill, climbing up, over and on the backs of the Forest Dwellers if you have to, but reaching the summit and driving your freak flag into the peak and proudly proclaiming, "this is who I am!"  Personally, I am not so demonstrative.  But I wouldn't mind getting a suction cup for my freak flag and sticking that baby right on top of my company issued soccer-mom-mobile.

Purple haze all in my brain.  Lately things just don't seem the same.  Actin funny, but I don't know why.  Scuse me while I kiss the sky.

*Unfortunately there is no link to Ellen's essay.

Independents Hall: Co-working and Beyond

Here is a link to one of the best About pages I've ever seen.  Alex Hillman explains what co-working is, what  Independents Hall is, how it originated, who is involved, where they are going and what has inspired them.  Masterfully succinct.

My first reaction to Independents Hall was, "young, hip, freelance-type-computer-dudes gathered together in a cave grooving with a pict."  For the sake of accurate disclosure, that truly was my very first thought, but only for a second.  Then I thought this is a brilliant idea and fruits of the cross pollinating type of atmosphere have yet to even be imagined. 

Then, at the fifteen second interval of my thinking, I thought of my dad...

My dad is seventy-seven years old and has been a Wally-Mart Greeter for twelve years.  Prior to that he spent forty years in large grocery store management and worked in that business for over fifty years.  He is a gold mine of retail store management.  Early on at Wally-Mart he tried to offer advice but got the what-does-that-old-man know vibes.  So he shut it down and did something for the very first time in his life.  He punched in and he punched out - with no value given in between other than to hand out carts and to be friendly.

How many folks are out there in our workforce today like my dad?  Walking gold mines just waiting to be harvested.

So, at the forty-second interval I thought, wouldn't it be cool if some old dudes could hang out with some young dudes at places like Independents Hall?

I've had this story in the stable for over a month.  After reading Lost Knowledge by Dave Simanoff of the Tampa Tribune I had to open the barn door and let it out.

Start Here

Why did a product like the Moleskine notebooks rage their way through cyberspace?  Was it their look, feel and texture?  Or was it their story and connection to history?   I believe the Moleskine story sharpens our receptors and places our emotions on alert.  Then buzz sets in.  Then you buy.  Then once you grab hold of a notebook you are instantly transported to a stone farmhouse overlooking a running stream surrounded by thick greenery in the south of France.  As you sit at the heavy, oaken, kitchen table looking towards the meadow and stream, you breathe in deeply and a musty, stony, wet smell engulfs your senses.   Inspiration wells and you begin to write in your Moleskine journal...

Well, I am here to tell you to dust off the receptors and get ready to place your emotions on alert.  Start Here is here and they have a story to tell.  E and Tina bring us linkable, customer-designed notebooks.

I cannot complete a description for my emotions.  I have yet to touch and feel and smell the linkable notebooks.  But I will.  As for now, I feel two people break away from the Man.  I feel them finding a vehicle to haul around the identity that they are forging from their values and philosophy.  I feel that this vehicle can take them to the village of something more.  And I feel, along E and Tina's journey there will be more stories to tell and adventures to live. 

Start Here

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I wonder if...

If folks who are...

Are passionate...

About:

  • Helping children
  • Sharing knowledge
  • Learning
  • Collaborating with others
  • Writing

I wonder if...

If there wouldn't be a way for these folks to collaborate and help children obtain and share knowledge?

Once upon a time there was a woman who touched the lives of a few people around the world.  Intention gave way to design which gave way to action.  Appreciation bore the strokes of pen down upon her manifesto as it traveled across the planet.   It eventually arrived at her door step.  It touched all involved.

Here lies intent in search of design in search of action in search of touching all involved.

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