I’m becoming a fan. Is this where all the sadochists of masoism migrate too? Not typos, I make up my own words.
Many of the conversations i have in organisations are around engagement, around innovation, around culture. The focus is generally how we generate momentum, generate change. It’s easy to focus on the symptoms, without diagnosing the issue: technology may bring us together, but it does not make a coherent community. Strong leadership may give direction, but it doesn’t necessarily earn trust. Underneath everything is a dynamic of ownership and power: who controls whom? Less about how engagement is desired: more about how it is earned.
With the widespread experimentation in socially collaborative modes of working, where we engage community to help us succeed, we will increasingly have to consider the question of ‘who owns the conversation’.
Time and conversations are different things: my time you can buy in hours, but conversations flow. As we move outside the formal, we cannot assume that models of ownership…
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I’d like to add a Bravo! Well put.
Science lets us see better: we can see ever deeper the inner workings of the brain, we can image and visualize, scan and probe. We are mapping the functional areas and the interrelationships between them and, as we do so, developing new language to describe it, new and deeper understanding. And therein lies the trap.
We are creatures, not mechanisms: understanding the circuitry will not explain the thing. Reductionist approaches will let us document and measure, but we cannot flip them around and assume that this understanding will construct new approaches to learning, new approaches to performance. The brain is complex and plastic, adaptable and glorious.
Don’t misunderstand: neurology will inform us. It will led us understand learning, understand actions, understand how things work. But that knowledge alone will not let us control, predict or determine. It will inform us.
We are complex creatures, interacting in multivariate, evolving and…
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I’ve been #WorkingOutLoud to map the Landscape of Trust. I’m using this term to describe the complex facets of behaviour and belief that build or erode this most valuable of commodities. At the end of this work I hope to have a workable diagnostic that lets us map hotspots and evolve the organisation accordingly. We may think it’s obvious what happens when trust fails, but the point of this question is to explore the consequences in more detail.
I asked the question, “If you lack trust in the organisation you work for, what is the primary consequence?”
I had a good response to this question, with 498 people providing an answer. Of that group, 32% of people said they were ‘less likely to stay’, 27% said they were ‘less likely to engage’, a further 27% said they were ‘less committed to help’, and 14% said they…
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This is a theory that sometimes gets into practice.
it struck me as soon as Marc said it: an accusation levelled to him on the success of his training efforts. “Aren’t you just training your competitors?”
The accuser was right to ask, but wrong in the foundation of their question. Right that you are training them, but wrong to think it’s for the competition. Training people to be excellent may help them to get an excellent job, but before they leave, you have the benefit of their expertise, as they learn, you get the benefit of their shared wisdom, and once they eventually move on, they remain in your community and you get the benefit of hearing what else they are learning and what you may learn from that. In other words: it’s an investment. And it’s the right thing to do.
If we don’t strive for excellence, what are we striving for? Instead of…
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#Book #Review #Blog
“Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing”
Beautiful Ruins ~ Jess Walter
How do I say this without offending too many people who were delightfully startled by the book; alright I’ll give it a go “I couldn’t wait for the book to end”. The book started off well with a description of a humble life on a fictitious untouched Italian coastal town. It had the makings of a breezy idyllic tale about an impossible love story between a young Italian man (Pasquale) and a beautiful struggling American actress (Dee Moray). However, the reader is quickly jolted out of it in the following chapters to present day Hollywood and a jumble of complicated characters, some of whose purpose in the book I frankly cannot explain.
In a nutshell, if I may – the story is multi-generational…
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The ratio of these digits’ lengths could hint at everything from personality to intellect to physiology, a number of studies suggest.
Men with short index fingers and long ring fingers tend to be nicer toward women, according to a new study, to be published in the March issue of the journal Personality and Individual Differences. The finding could be a result of sex hormone exposure in the womb, scientists say.
And studies have also linked this ratio to a host of other qualities.
A smaller 2D:4D ratio has been linked to a longer stretched penis size, according to a 2011 study published in the Journal of Andrology.
Men who have a shorter index finger than ring finger may also have more handsome faces, suggests…
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By Julia Proud ©2015
Waking up after a night of rough sex, booze and weed abuse wasn’t fun. Waking up after all that and going straight to a crime scene at the outskirts of the city was almost impossible. So impossible, in fact, that Detective Hank Groves felt the need to tweet all about it.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t mention the female body that had been found beside the highway, in the shadow of a thirty-five feet billboard.
“Hey, Stan! How’s the wife?” Hank greeted the officer on the scene.
“I’m not married,” the young officer replied uneasy.
“Good stuff!” Hank winked with a finger gun click in the policeman’s direction as he approached the body.
His partner was already there taking a closer look at the woman sprawled all over the grovel.
“Hey, Nick. How’s the wife?”
“I don’t know. I was too busy fucking yours.” Good old Nick. Always…
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Part one of some interesting Flash Fiction.
This is not my normal sort of story. It’s not horror, it’s not sci-fi. Hell, it’s not even satirical.
No, instead this is a story about something deep, and sacred.
A story presented in two parts, entitled:
There was once a musician who played in a local bar. A haggard man, aged around thirty, a fan of cigarettes, and of a certain amber liquid. He was not a cruel man, not by any stretch of the imagination. He had simply been left alone for too long.
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