Captain, My Captain – Where Art Thou?

 

I went sailing last week. While a guilty conscience and my lizard brain tried to interfere and sabotage my indulgence, I shut them out and went fishing (figuratively). The planet is messed up – a bit more than usual. Europe and Greece specifically are undergoing one of the biggest crises in recent history and I simply packed off and went sailing.

I am not an elected official neither am I responsible and accountable to bail out anyone – so why was this even a concern? Yet, it was. My social, collective and national awareness and self-hood cannot ignore the physical environment and primarily the fabric of the social and cultural powers around me. Isn’t this true for most people – excessively resonant for some as a matter of fact?

With the cloud of uncertainty, insecurity and increased stress about the future of the country and the continent, emotionality always interferes with logic and vice versa. And while I could not do anything, something did not “feel” right – and I am definitely not Mother Teresa.

And this is exactly when people get derailed. Emotions and feelings get in the way of rational decisions – and judgments go fishing, too. And quite often it’s hard to clear the way through the muddy waters.

Luckily for me and my natural inborn curiosity and thirst for learning and explorations, the trip proved a sociological observation – not to understate the much needed escape and fuel to my soul.

Our 32 year-old skipper was nothing but. While it was an equipment failure that caused our anchor to go missing (even non-sailors get the seriousness of this), the young captain’s inability to take charge and “manage” all the expert sailors’ strong opinions and refusal to follow directions – reminded me of Mutiny on the Bounty (unluckily for me minus Marlon Brando and Trevor Howard). Shouting matches galore, confusion on the maneuvering, ropes getting tangled and untangled and much comic relief for those yachts watching us fight and shout instead of working together. When I took our young captain aside, he was almost in tears out of frustration: “how can I make an older guy who is my client do as I say?”

Captain, my captain – where art thou? Will this young guy learn? Does he have the strength and clarity of purpose to be strong enough to take the responsibility and really take charge and be a true captain?

And while I was thinking this, it all circled back to Strategy and Leadership 101. It’s perfectly articulated in an article in McKinsey Quarterly : “Strategy involves focus and, therefore, choice. And choice means setting aside some goals in favor of others. When this hard work is not done, weak strategy is the result. After all, strategy is a coherent action backed by an argument.”

So, whatever you do – my young captain included – think of your argument. Is it convincing enough – to yourself first and foremost –  to persuade, motivate, inspire and ensure others that this is the right thing to do? And is your choice clear and the priorities all squared away? Yes, the older guy on my sailing exploration was the client and paid the charter fee but the captain’s responsibility was the safety of the passengers and the boat – not winning  the good old pleasant pageant contest. And if your goal is to be pleasant most of the times, be prepared to be unpleasantly surprised – there are worse things than being occasionally disliked but appreciated later.


One Thousand And One Political Nights

“The rules about what we hide and what we share are changing.”

So begins the announcement of TEDGlobal 2012. It’s not the first time that TED has offered me a platform of ideas. And while today’s post is not about The Ideas that Change the World but about the Ideas that Change My World, its 2012 theme, Radical Openness, manifests itself in open borders, open culture, open source, open data, open science, open world, open minds –  emphasis on Open.

In anticipation of the Greek vote of confidence tonight that is threatening to shake the world and Europe as we have come to know it – I am edgy. So, how about Open Europe and Open World? And, yes, I still refuse to write about politics but it’s the politics of everything and everyone around me that forces me to confront this little demon inside me.

Like the rest of the 400 million plus audience of TED, I often find refuge in the richness of its inspiration. And today more than ever I need to find the comfort of this sort of inspiration and possibly shut out the darkness of the worse case scenario and the doomsday love affair playing in big and small screens everywhere.

And actually it’s the stories that I love so much – correction – not the stories, the people. Young, old, smart, ordinary, brilliant or plain – the humanity of the stories suck me in. And I explore and navigate and travel to their worlds, minds and ideas – and that’s how I play and eventually discover and learn. And in the midst of all these people, faces, voices, I sometimes get sucked in back to the fables.

Enter Scheherazade…and her fairy tales.

We all love them. Our childhood memories and the days of innocence might have trapped us in the myths and glories of heroes, dragons, princes and princesses and the elusively enviable Hollywood happy ending. And if you are too open, is it possible – just a bit – that you may be susceptible to becoming “Polyannish?” And what’s the alternative? Oppressively depressed?

And while the stories get weaved into our lives, Scheherazade is long-dead. In spite of the allure of poetry and magic of the seductress’ one thousand and one nights stories, our own dreams of glorious happy endings will take us nowhere unless we really know what we want; what we need to do to go get it; and how we are going to go about doing the things we need to do in order to get there. And the dream will remain an elusive beautiful fog. While inspiration is bountiful and openness is necessary – ideas are nothing without the pain of creative struggle for the solution and the path, concrete planning, and determined execution – and sacrifice and pain – it goes without saying.

So, while the rules about what we hide and what we share have changed, I think of how much I should let myself be swayed off my own course and what I have decided. Yes, I will be affected one way or another, but I will stay the course – at least I’ll try the hardest. And that’s all it matters.

Maybe it’s the timing. Maybe it’s the day but any implications to political realities and the leadership vacuum are purely coincidental.

Portrait Of A Non-Artist As A Young Man

 

Dedalus at Context Gallery, DerryStephen Dedalus: Those of  you who recognize my purposefully altered title and have toiled through James Joyce’s novel know of the intellectual and religio-philosophical awakening of young Stephen Dedalus as he begins to question and rebel against the Catholic and Irish mantra with which he has been raised. He finally leaves for abroad to pursue his ambitions as an artist.

The European equivalent of the Spring Revolution, the movement that was born in Plaça del Sol, and has in the last weeks ignited Athens and many other European cities has unearthed the good old debate of European and specifically Greek mobility and immigration. “Few things will affect our future more than migration” touts a recent book review in The Economist.

Where should you pursue your dreams, your ambitions, your life? Should you stay or go abroad like good old Stephen Dedalus – and if you are Greek – follow in your great-grandfather’s footsteps at Ellis Island or Adelaide?

Yet, I find this a relatively easy question. What does it take to go chase the dream – your dream – is actually a much more difficult one to answer. And whether you have it or not is an entirely different story.

But let me backtrack and give you a real case and its dilemma:

Leaving the restaurant where a friend and I had dinner the other night, we walked outside to pick up our cars from the valet service that as we subsequently discovered was only euphemistically called “valet” yet was nothing but. The valet head honcho armed with walkie- talkie and a seriously “don’t’ mess with me” long face could not care less if some of us – euphemistically called here the “customers” – were waiting. He was grumpily mumbling something to some other guy totally indifferent to the waiting small crowd. When we finally caught his attention with car tag in hand, both Helena and I had realized that if we let them bring our cars around it might take another forever (plus we were both parked less than 50 meters away). So, we asked for our car keys and told him we’d pick them up ourselves. He handed us the keys and asked us if we had paid. “How much is it,” my friend asked. “Oh, it’s complimentary but you leave as much as you like” he replied…

Helena and I looked at each other – and there we had it: an average disgruntled, uninterested, passionless, careless, probably underpaid and totally oblivious to his mission member of the workforce: the young parking attendant whose job is not to park cars but to make the overall customer experience a better one starting from the ease, comfort and great feeling one has even before he gets into the restaurant. Not only does he not get it – I wonder if anyone has ever bothered to explain it to him – but on top of that he thinks that his mere physical presence entitles him to a tip, maybe just maybe, because he does not get paid by the restaurant or the proprietor who runs the parking business and who has plenty of other such “schemes” running around town, but by the same customer whose car he parks. Yet, tips are not entitlements. You earn them. Based on how good a job you do, you are either rewarded because of your good service or penalized because the customer did not receive  the greatest service.

And here comes the dilemma: What would happen to this guy if he found himself abroad? Could he make it? Would he be better off if he left or if he stayed because I am sure he is one of the many who might be thinking that his job here is not worth it, and that maybe he’d be better off somewhere else. What would he need to get re-trained, incentivized, motivated and responsible? Is he re-trainable? Better yet: Since he is right here, right now, why is it that nobody in his line of business makes him see and understand what his line of work is all about and what is the point? Is there a future here? Is there a future for someone like this anywhere in the highly competitive, full of young, over-educated un/under-employed people who have trouble finding their footing in the world?

How can we ask the question when a peculiar mindset dominates the current landscape? Where a job is just a job where you show up, you punch in a time-card and your body is there occupying the space doing the absolute minimal you can possibly do – yet thinking that you are entitled to benefits just because you show up.

What does that do to people –  if all they see around them is similar models of discontent, absolute bare minimal performance and no pride, no joy, no sense of accomplishment? Can they really give it their best – are they accustomed and resilient enough on moving on or are they completely derailed by the generic anarchic vagueness of the future?

And what do current economic, social and political systems and infrastructures offer today and need to offer tomorrow to their young to prepare them for their new reality where the old “entitlements” are out the window burnt by the older generations’ greed and irresponsibility? So, while the debate about migration and whether one should leave their country or stay, is occupying the current socioeconomic agenda, identifying the real competitive advantage of a generation that is slated to be the next batch of leaders really soon is truly urgent, compelling and imperative.  So, all of us older folks in the culprit generation who led the 80’s frenzy, let’s just roll up our sleeves and listen, guide, support, empathize, mentor, coach and encourage -some of them to stay and some of them to go – wherever their dreams may be.

 

Waiting For Mr. T.

 

Absurdity…

Some days, some things seem really off.

But maybe Nancy Reagan knew how to find the comfort and the solace her soul needed…

So, Mr. T was it.

While Godot has not come, and some are still waiting, I can’t help but find Beckett’s quote most appropriate:

“Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause. Vehemently.) Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!”
– Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

Loudly Silent In Athens

 

“…If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting…
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it…
“If” by –Rudyard Kipling

 

I am very lucky. I happen to be in Athens at the moment.

Many will frown at this statement.

Greece and its troubles have become the media villain du jour along with  DSK (he is already passe while his IMF successor speculation seems to be taken over the political betting pool), while the usual lot of negative, yellow and gory news that sell along with all the “news that’s NOT fit to print” occupies the airwaves, the mindsets, the chatter.

Yet, I am lucky. Athens and the whole country is alive. People go through intense emotions, passions, hopes, dreams, expectations and of course fear. The change is inevitable – and in that shift of change they experience extreme discomfort. And while everything sounds negative, and dark and hopeless – there are some people who refuse to give up. And they keep on working, shutting the “noise” out – doing what they have to do to go where they have decided they want to try going. And this is why I am lucky. Because in this chaotic shift, in this often crazy, irrational reality – those who manage to keep a cool head are the real heroes – and  I have the honor and the privilege to know some of them, right here in Athens.

While the “noise” is loud, the silence of reflection is often louder. But allegories in times of crises are not necessarily helpful. So, here’s an interesting case for you:

Check out “Localocracy…” a Massachusetts based online community, a forum of ideas, a way of sharing, arguing, debating. In a recent report on “Connected Citizens” commissioned by the Knight Foundation, the debate centers around what leadership will look like in this interconnected, transparent and decentralized world.

“As more people have the ability to make their voices heard and organize others at low cost where will new sources of influence pop up? What will be the impact of generational change—as young people who are digital natives and more attuned to network-centric work—step into leadership? How will future leaders interact with formal authorities? There is a new ability to speak truth to power, but what happens next, once voices have been heard?”

It is extremely uncomfortable for some to go through the gap that takes you from one place to another and over the natural open space between opposing views, opinions, personalities. People tend to congregate with similar, mind-like, “friendly” folks who make you feel both comfortable and easy. However, working out complex community issues usually requires breaking down boundaries and bringing together people with diverse opinions, experiences and priorities in order to inspire, spark innovation, build unconventional alliances and bonds and move closer to the possibility of solutions.

I repeat: I feel very lucky to be here living through these interesting times. While I don’t like so many things around me, I simultaneously love the opportunity this change offers me. And I often remain silent – and that silence is louder than the harmful and menacing noise – sometimes it helps to cover your ears to let your own thoughts come through loud and clear.

 

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