Monday, April 29th, 2013

The Future Rests on Legacy

How important is the past to you?

Is everything that was…all that happened…just mere history…dinosaur doings?

Do you subscribe to the notion that nothing that is old is worth knowing and that only the new – the bright and shiny – is valuable?

Frankly, this week I became obsessed with this notion as the company I work for left its office space of 87 years and moved.

Truth is, our building has been outdated for years – as it was built not just in a different era (obviously), but for a different use – it had been designed for doctors and dentists in office suites – in fact, I remember many years ago finding old X-rays in a back closet.

To be fair – when I first entered the building in 1976, its usage state and efficiency quotient were not in my thoughts.

Honestly, I was awed, overwhelmed, intimidated by the sheer energy and power that radiated from the place…to me it was a mecca…I was drawn to it like a magnet. It was the only place I wanted to be.

Yet as time passed and needs changed and changed again and again – as we realized that the structure itself could not support our growth and the future as we envisioned it – we decided to move, and move we did.

All of which leads me to the notion of legacy…the past and the future.

My loyal readers know that I have no patience and little respect for people who throw out the past…who claim to learn nothing from what was…who put little or no value (at least publicly) on bringing the knowledge and wisdom of preceding generations to bear on their doings…who posture that what they do is ex nihilo – sprung out of their fertile creativity – new and unsullied by the ancients.

Needless to say their vision of the future is equally flawed – as they assume that they will not fall into the “long-ago” category, as what they are creating is forever….

By the way – I love the way the retro style in fashion and design plays to that audience…another Ramble perhaps….but a joke nevertheless.

So here I am, obsessed with legacy…excited by my new digs…wondering what they will mean 87 years hence….

And then I read the following…listen:

“We are a continuum. Just as we reach back to our ancestors for our fundamental values, so we, as guardians of that legacy, must reach ahead to our children and their children. And we do so with a sense of sacredness in that reaching.” Paul Tsongas

We are a continuum…I love that thought. We are on a journey that has no end…we are a product of the past that was and the future that will be…legacy is not a stagnant pool of water…legacy is not an artifact in a museum or a historical oddity….

Legacy is a living and breathing thing. Legacy is what we build on and pass on to the next generation and the next…we learn and create seamlessly…changing and molding and evolving and transforming as we grow and move on….

Without Gutenberg there would be no Internet…understand that and you get my view of legacy.

If you think of Gutenberg as analog and us as digital, you are limiting what we can achieve…as many do.

But if you think of Gutenberg as the revolution of widespread sharing and the resultant desire for knowledge – and the Internet as a logical and critical step in that revolution – then the possibilities are endless and go way beyond the next gamification strategy to make a few investors rich.

This week begins our next cycle – we will continue to build our legacy as I hope 87 years from now our successors will as well.

Legacy is yours and yours alone – make it so….

What do you think?

 

 

Monday, April 22nd, 2013

Reality Bites HARD

Reality bites…hard…very hard.

This time, though, Reality is not relative; it’s not decided by cultural or social norms; it’s not linked to social channels or digital magic….

The Boston Marathon Massacre is a Reality defined by death; murder; terrible human destruction; terror; and at its core – hatred…pure and simple. This Reality bit and it bit very hard.

Yet, make no mistake. This is a Reality that is global – it’s a Generation World phenomena…it’s a Reality we have watched; read about and become inured to…until it bit us…up close and personal…but it’s the same Reality nevertheless.

How many of us have seen or read or heard about or even, sadly, experienced similar events in other parts of the world?

Schoolchildren murdered; wedding revelers maimed; policemen gunned down; holy places destroyed…we shake our heads and wring our hands – if even that…and somehow are thankful we don’t live in those places…until it happens where we are…again…

New York; Oklahoma; Seattle; Los Angeles; London; Paris; Moscow; Madrid – places we don’t associate with terror yet have all been victims – some multiple times.

Baghdad; Mumbai; Karachi; Cairo; Beirut; Jerusalem…these are some of the geographies that trip off our tongues as we deplore terror and its aftermath – but unless we live there or in the region, I’m afraid that our interest level and attention span is short and getting shorter.

Until it happens here – here being wherever we are…and it happens to people like us…close to us…people whom we can relate to in everyday cultural and social terms.

Let’s be clear – whatever makes us uniquely who we are…socially; religiously; nationally…whatever divides us geographically…whatever makes us unique by tradition – can often divide us…sadly…but hate for any of us comes from the same place…Listen:

“Hate is the father of all evil.” David Gemmell

Evil is a global Reality. It knows no boundaries; respects no laws; is not contained by fences or borderlines; has no prejudice, in that it often attacks its own.

Generation World…an outcome of our digital potential…has also given evil new and richer spawning grounds as our magic gets perverted…think Lord Of The Rings or Star Wars….

The Quest is on…

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

What do you think?

Monday, April 15th, 2013

Reality Bites

Reality Bites

Bad movie – great line…the notion that every once in a while events, circumstances, occurrences, the randomness of life gets in our way – gunks up the works – screws us up – flushes our plans down the toilet and otherwise creates a F@#k Fest.

Here is the thing – what is reality?

Seriously…

I’m not trying to be esoteric, metaphysical, philosophical or transcendental…honestly.

But I have come to see that my view of reality is skewed – distorted and one-sided – in short, biased by where I live, what I have experienced and what I believe and/or have been taught is the perfect outcome of life as a result of a perfect and rational process (another one-sided view…).

And so even the phrase “reality bites” has taken on new meaning for me – what bites is that there are so many different realities, so many different outcomes, so many different paths, and oftentimes we look at them and want to impose our view, our reality…because the others seem so wrong…so bad – but frankly, to those living them they might in fact be just the thing.

Let me get specific.

My liberal, left-leaning, champagne socialist politics and outlook have a distinct “save the world” hue and needless to say it’s save the world in my distinct image of how the world should be saved.

All good until…”Reality Bites.”

Last week I had the amazing privilege of visiting Senegal with UNICEF. Wisely, they called it a “Field Visit”…and not a mission. I joined a small group of committed UNICEF board members and staffers and we spent four days looking, listening, experiencing and mostly learning.

I won’t bore you with the history of the country – but it is worth reading up on – particularly as Dakar was a center for the slave trade that so infected the Americas for some 300+ years, and seeing an infamous “Door of No Return” at a still-standing slave trader’s home made it very up close and uncomfortable for me.

I will share this though – as this is where my story starts – poverty is widespread, with 33.5% of the population living on less than $1.25 a day. Children are the most affected – it’s a country with a booming population – and a UNICEF study showed that three out of five children in rural areas and in families where there is little education, have no access to essential services – and we are talking housing, medicine, education – and nutrition.

Sadly, child abuse, begging, rape and the general lack of basic services are a “Reality” in Senegal – but on the other hand, a host of programs have been fielded to deal with these issues and more – and the good news is that there is progress.

Theatre in school to teach about rape

A few stories where my “Reality” was challenged:

We visited a school – a few in fact.

They were truly inspirational.

Kids learning, teachers teaching, hopes and dreams being created with every possibility of fulfillment.

Dedication from parents, teachers and administrators – in fact, everything you and I would want for our own children.

The Local PTA

Confession:  At first I assumed this was bad – imagine my kids here? – never. Sand-blown playing fields, lack of supplies, torn posters warning against child molestation or disease or begging.

"No Begging"

Then I looked at the kids’ notebooks, the slates they were working on. Meticulous notes, beautiful handwriting, the same subjects that kids their age were learning everywhere. Happy faces. Animated. Full of life.

Learning to Write

This is in fact their “Reality” and it doesn’t bite – not in the way I was thinking. Of course it could be better and believe me, the kids, their parents and all are working to make it so.

In fact, the student government in one of the schools is run by an elected president (a second grader…he will run the country one day), who is assisted by a prime minister and a full cabinet of specifically appointed ministers, including one for sanitation and one for culture.

School President, 2nd Grade

We visited a village where we were given the local rural version of a PowerPoint presentation detailing the ten-year-plan the village has for its future, including building an infirmary and a high school. Dreams, and a plan to fulfill them.

Ten-Year Powerpoint Plan

On the very downside, we saw a Dara – run by a marabout, where 60+ children lived and learned in one small room – in filth and stench – begging for their meals and the money that goes to the marabout, and where social service agencies have to create devil’s deals in order to provide the kids with medical or other attention. And while this was the low end of the Dara system, the begging is widespread.

The Dara

We saw hospitals where two doctors specializing in malnutrition care for a population of hundreds of thousands, and we saw child protection facilities run by retired volunteers who are near unto saints.

And finally, we visited a program run by the NBA and sponsored in part by Nike, where kids get to accelerate their education and also play sports in order to develop the leadership skills so necessary for the future of Senegal.

SEEDs Sports Academy

Gorgui Dieng, a member of the winning Louisville Kentucky NCAA team in the US, came out of this program.

So…”Reality”? You judge – the “Reality” that bit me was that I wasn’t there to change their reality – on the contrary — I needed to understand how I could take mine and help them make theirs better as they wanted it and not replace it.

And to that end…listen:

“Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.” Jules de Gaultier

We saw the imagination, we saw the dreams, we saw the determination – they are fighting and will win – I have no doubt. And hopefully we will too….

What do you think?

  • David - you had the privilege in this experience to have your mind and your reality broadened and deepened. I am glad you blog about it, so we can in turn, reflect, broaden and widen our thinking, and be incentivised to act, to 'realize'. This world and all its people are our collective responsibility. “There is no Them. There are only ...