Our modern era split into two parts on September 11th. In the last ten years, like the World Trade Center, some of our shared concepts about our world have fallen. Collapsed is the notion that the world “over there” has no impact on our own soil. In sad heap is the idea that we can apply kinetic force again ideological force. Fallen is the naiveté that we know how to manage the institutions that have fueled America’s growth, whose complexity and interconnectedness have increased geometrically.
There is an idea that has not fallen and has grown in strength and in implication – the idea that we can be completely safe. This farcical idea is literally destroying our country. This myth bankrupting our nation. This myth is breeding ideologues. The fantasy of complete safety has robbed us our dignity. It has decreased our operational efficiency.
This country is behaving like a child, afraid of the dark, insisting to turn on every light in the house. There isn’t a boogeyman under every bed, in every closet. The dark isn’t inherently dangerous. The dark contains the unknown and the undiscovered; it is in the dark that our future rests. It is only through bravery of admitting that we cannot be completely safe, through the decision to not be scared of the dark, that we can progress economically and emotionally. Continue reading "Thoughts from the last 10 years"...
I have been avoiding watching the TV these last few days. I’ve been avoiding reading the op eds and the wrenching retelling of what happen that day ten years ago tomorrow. I have been avoiding these things, not because I do not want to remember, but because I do not want to relive that day.
This modern era has been split into pre-9/11 and post. Consider what I wrote on September 10, 2001:
You never what you’ll hear at Toledo Lounge. Simple as that.
So I was sitting at the bar, with my new camera, playing around, taking pictures, carrying on. At any rate, a guy comes up to me and starts talking about the camera and if I am a photographer. Simple, idle banter. And then he asks me if I take people’s pictures… okay this getting a little odd, but nothing too bad. He asks me for a card, which I don’t have on me. He says he’ll be by tomorrow and I can give him a card then. He says that he has women who will pay me to take their picture… this gets stranger. I’m not really sure if I want give him my card… call me crazy.
At any rate, I am in the midst of training. The CEO, the two founders, and a host of other corporate types are here brainwashing us. So much fun. The long and the short of it is that I am unsure whether I will be at Toledo tomorrow. Continue reading "10 years"...
As someone of you have already heard, the spiritual home of Tuesdaynight, Toledo Lounge, has been sold. After nearly 20 years Abbajay sisters have sold Toledo to the owners of the Black Squirrel. From reading this article, it sounds like things are going to pretty much stay the same at Toledo which is great news.
BTW – some of us will be at Toledo tonight to reminisce. Come join us!
Two friends of mine have finally decided to get blogging. Yes, I know that blogging seems passé to some of you out there, but it still has it purpose.
First up – Tuesdaynight’s very own Josh Nanberg has launched his eponymous blog. Josh is one of the few people I know who can
- breakdown political messaging techniques in to something I can understand
- cook a four course meal in a 1 course kitchen
- reference deeply obscure music lyrics
all at the same time.
Next up – my friend and mentor, Rob Ciampa has decided to divert his seemingly boundless energies into a bit of blogging. Besides having an encyclopedic knowledge French wine, a photographic memory for menus, and a typical Boston potty-mouth, Rob is one of the best corporate marketers and channel managers I have ever met.
Admittedly neither blog has much content but I know these guys, and I know what’s to come. You’ll want to know it to.
Pat and Jeff have run their blogs through Typealyzer, an interesting little site that applies a Myers-Briggs personality test to a URL you give it. (The cynic in me thinks it picks four letters at random.) So aiming it at Tuesday Night we discover that it is an ESTP – The Doers. As Typealyzer says:
The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.
The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.
It is that last sentence that brings us to our Yiddish word of the day: shpilkes. Shpilkes, as wikipedia reads, is
upset stomach, or simply nervous energy; to be feeling “antsy”, to be “sitting on pins and needles.” Cf. Polish szpilka, “pin”
My family always used it to refer to a kid (often me – see nudnick) who was antsy and couldn’t still.
As for the analysis, I can see how Tuesday Night would be seen as an ESTP. For those very few of you out there who have actually worked with me in a office/cubicle setting, you know that I really can’t sit still for huge amounts of time. (Unless I am coding, but that’s a whole different, in the zone, kind of thing.) The E (as is in extrovert) is the most interesting to me. When I have taken Myers-Briggs tests, I have come out as an ISTP, an introvert. I remember being 50-50 on extrovert versus introvert scale. Continue reading "Tuesday Night has shpilkes"...