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Saturday, September 20, 2003
 

A Good Question About Management. A Good Question -- Taken out of context from Jim McGee, but worth asking anyhow...

"All the evidence I'm familiar with says peak performance depends on 'flow.' So why is so much of the practice of management day to day about control?"
hmmm...Perhaps the real role of management is to "facilitate" flow and throughput, and stop worrying about "controlling" (with the linguistic implication of "limiting") it. What deserves "control" is the range of things that get in the way of flow. [Frank Patrick's Focused Performance Blog]

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Styling RSS Feeds. [ via Lockergnome's RSS Resource ] Russell Beattie has a great idea for RSS advocacy. Include a link [More Like This WebLog]


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~~~~~~~~~Today is Keirou no Hi, or Respect-for-the .... ~~~~~~~~~

Today is Keirou no Hi, or Respect-for-the-Aged Day in Japan, so rather than interrupt my intense physical and mental activity to celebrate my categorical decrepitude, I thought I'd just post this again from the archives.


ELDERHOOD

All this folderol about youth being the peak and elderhood being the pits, I mean even Yeats ("But oh that I were young again...."; "a tattered coat upon a stick..."), that dissimulating fogy; he wrote his best stuff when he was eighty. I say it's a lot of youth-media-generated horsefeathers. I've been young and I'm becoming elder, and I'll take elder any day of the maturely ejaculating week.

Like all else that grows, life gets where it's going in stages, so youth is not yet life, since the youth has never been any older. Elderhood, by contrast, is very definitely life, for the elder has indeed been young, and what's more has survived and grown thence, and is cored with the experience. Only the span of both ages in one individual comprises what can truly be called a life.

So when the young say 'get a life,' this is what they really mean, despite themselves: they mean get like the elders; they mean GET ENTIRE. They don't know this of course, for in youth nowadays it seems the gardens of the spirit often yield little more than a few stunted facts amid a weedy tangle of ideas randomly received from sources only the inexperienced would patronize, such as age-segregated schools, Hollywood, television, video games and other kids. So forget it if you're looking for major revelations in that quarter.

I'm not talking book smarts or street smarts or any of those five-and-dime kind of smarts anybody can get if they can breathe long enough; I'm talking SMARTS, all gilded bold caps, as conferred only by time deeply spent. And I don't mean in meditation. I mean in ACTIVE QUEST. That too is gilded bold caps, but this time generously embellished with precious stones, mainly emeralds and rubies, because diamonds are way overrated, as any multifaceted elder knows.

Anyway, that's why genuine elders aren't enticed by the culture of youth: because they see right through it, how short-lived and time-blind it necessarily is. They know the portals one must pass through to get beyond that stage of life and, if one is truly alive and not asleep or otherwise spiritually sightless or habituated, the lessons that await and must be learned at each stage. That, in its totality, is life; it is not life if one somnambulates through the whole thing, or tries to stay young forever, or mature quickly. A life thus true is all the more a life the closer it approaches its entirety.

And in contrast, as there is the closed and therefore dead youth, who has learned nothing at all from his few years trapped within the senses, so there is the closed and therefore dead elder, who has sprung unchanged from said youth. The latter, though, is the greater tragedy, for the point of life is that toward which we age: toward becoming a living cornucopia of worthy experiences, toward becoming wise at the cost and the pace that wisdom requires, toward acquiring, gestating and dispensing that wisdom, at its pace and in its place, to the experientially challenged young, who, were it not for the wisdom of those in full elderhood, would rush pell-mell here and there doing even more to kill the time they have in excess and make days play dead so they don't have to live them exactly, more like zombie through them in a stylish pattern that can tend to remain for the rest of the life, until one day they wake up in maybe the suburbs or maybe a shooting gallery and wonder how they got to a place where there's nowhere else, and now are too old for youth and too unlived for elderhood; and when youth is not young and old is not elder, that is the end of the world.

And to hell with Swift, who said: "Every man desires to live long, but no man would be old." I for one can't wait to start using a cane. Somebody has to get the world going the way it should; who better than the experientially advantaged? [Pure Land Mountain]


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Recommended reading...

~~~~~~~~~CAN CREATIONISM BE PARODIED? With thanks .... ~~~~~~~~~


CAN CREATIONISM BE PARODIED?

With thanks to Andrew Willet for the helpfully detailed comment to my hasty post of a couple of days ago regarding the Bizarre Creationist Website, which Andrew and many others believe/think/hope is a parody/hoax: after surfing the trail Andrew so kindly provided I went back to the site with parody eyes in place, studied the site in detail and encountered the same blinkered avidity that I don't think can be truly imitated without actually stewing your brain cells in credoplasm.

I concluded, as before, that it is not a parody. But then I thought, if Andrew's hopes are not misplaced, and it is a parody, it has a very tough row to hoe; it can't be too real, it has to be 'fun' somewhere, it has to have a navel to actuality, a relief valve for genuine laughter; and how could one sustain a parody of this magnitude (the parodist's glee is the soul of the parody) without putting in a couple of guffaws, sort of self-pats on the back?

Looking through those eyes, I encountered things like: "If you ever need your taxes filed, come see Tim. He gives a 5% discount for all Christians and 10% discount for non-Christians willing to convert on the spot." Could that not be parody? Isn't that a navel to actuality?

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[Pure Land Mountain]


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Salam Pax NPR interview

If you haven't heard it, it's here. Absolutely recommended. [Due Diligence]


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