Saturday, April 18, 2015

In our urgency to break it all down into buckets,
do we create artificial dichotomies?
Maybe it's all more of a stream than a bucket,
then all we need is flow.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Time is on my side, she said.

There's this quote: "Time is a river, a violent current of events, glimpsed once and already carried past us, and another follows and is gone."

I don't get this game we play.
I find I play anyway.
I thought I was behaving,
moving on more righteously,
learning from my mistakes.
but I cannot speak in planes like you.
my words are butcher's hammers.

Your name slipped out over a long flight,
now it crops up time and again.
In the strangest irony, it isn't you, but you
as a tool. Maybe you believed I saw you that way.
Part of my collection.

So anyway the wonder gnawed at me and I took the practice back up.

More than anything, I valued your soul.
A friend, bright kindred, you made the cosmic ocean less large, more bright,
 a spot of light to reference beside me.
But it hurt to see the light go out after us two lights danced in the current together so well.

The hell do I know about it anyway. The dolphins can go bleed on the rocks with you, and I have reclaimed the north country without needing to shovel coal out of my stomach anymore, where once we're butterflies. Im still angry.

But certain things, like mention of outer space, or the VA benefit, or piles of leaves. Like you said, we will always carry a piece of each other. We will always leave a mark.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Temporal Childhood

I remember
when the year 2k 
seemed so far away.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Happiness post

This is a happiness post,
to welcome in a new year.
Malhalo, and hooray!
And more-so, a mantra -

my love song to friends,
fellow travelers of the ether
so your legs may be less weary
and smiles might light upon your faces.

Welcome and be well.

(I also felt the need to offset the tone of my previous post, which is unintentionally dark, because I was vaguely trying to send a message.)

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Moving On

I guess I am hoping it's not necessary, since somehow it has proven to physically take a ridiculous amount of time.

I guess my highest hope is that i might learn to better express myself, multiplying that part of me which shines brightest and yet often proves the most alienating.

And maybe if i have mantra for my values, these things will come easier for me, not tearing my heart in so many directions.

I do feel trapped, still. Even after keeping my travels mostly solitary, Chester is going to feel claustrophobic.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Serendipity in Work and Sport

What are the odds that a business model and a game design theory could fit perfectly into each other?

Check this out...

A colleague recently shared The Ashridge model with me. She's got an MBA from a good school in the UK, worked for a number of notable medical device companies, so I'm not certain where she picked it up.  The Ashridge model was developed as a research project on 42 notable companies and their mission statements.  You can learn all about it here. The model is intended to drive company success by helping define a mission.

As soon as I saw this the words "Meaning" and "Optimism" resonated in my head.  

So, I'd like to share Jane McGonigal's research on gamification and game design, which you can learn more about here. She identified four characteristics of a good game:

Blissful Productivity – we stay determined and work on a task even if the goal is far off
Urgent Optimism – we keep going even if we fail (80% of the time)
Social Fabric – working with others forms relationships (cooperation with strangers, friends, & family)
Epic Meaning – desire to do something that matters, be a hero, be of service, be involved with a goal

...which I think are valuable for a company as well. It seems to interestingly echo the Ashridge Model.  Watch the magic happen:

Pretty cool, no?

Saturday, May 24, 2014

What is listening?

The tools are getting better to share one's perceptions.
They are closer at hand than ever before. I will
goddamn drown you in my way of thinking,
if it kills me. Which I hope it does, self-extinguishing
that one part- or breaking it up into so many pieces
that are absorbed and mingle with all your broken pieces
and if we are lucky then maybe a little heat or pressure
will put our pieces together.