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Leadership from a Pirate's point of view. A combination of Jimmy Buffet, Captain Jack Sparrow and Tom Peters, with a bit of spiritual wildness thrown in.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
At the fringes
There is a wonderful article about complex companies that survive more than 200 years. In many ways these companies are similar to cities or states...or even countries. For example, one of the aspects is that these companies tolerate and often encourage eccentric activities at the margins. This is very similar to the notion of pirates...letting activity at the edges be exploratory and provocative.
Here is a link to the article:
http://designmind.frogdesign.com/articles/the-connected-company.html
Here is a link to the article:
http://designmind.frogdesign.com/articles/the-connected-company.html
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
A man meets a guru in the road. The man asks the guru, “Which way is success?”
The berobed, bearded sage speaks not but points to a place off in the distance.
The man, thrilled by the prospect of quick and easy success, rushes off in the appropriate direction. Suddenly, there comes a loud splat.
Eventually, the man limps back, tattered and stunned, assuming he must have misinterpreted the message. He repeats his question to the guru, who again points silently in the same direction.
The man obediently walks off once more. This time the splat is deafening, and when the man crawls back, he is bloody, broken, tattered, and irate.
“I asked you which way is success,” he screams at the guru. “I followed the direction you indicated. And all I got was splatted! No more of this pointing! Talk!”
Only then does the guru speak, and what he says is this: “Success IS that way. Just a little AFTER the splat.”
The berobed, bearded sage speaks not but points to a place off in the distance.
The man, thrilled by the prospect of quick and easy success, rushes off in the appropriate direction. Suddenly, there comes a loud splat.
Eventually, the man limps back, tattered and stunned, assuming he must have misinterpreted the message. He repeats his question to the guru, who again points silently in the same direction.
The man obediently walks off once more. This time the splat is deafening, and when the man crawls back, he is bloody, broken, tattered, and irate.
“I asked you which way is success,” he screams at the guru. “I followed the direction you indicated. And all I got was splatted! No more of this pointing! Talk!”
Only then does the guru speak, and what he says is this: “Success IS that way. Just a little AFTER the splat.”