WOULD YOU DATE A “SELFIE?”

According to consultant and columnist Marcia Conner’s article entitled “Big on Data,”

“in 2012, every day 2.5 quintillion bytes of data (1 followed by 18 zeros) are created, with 90% of the world’s data created in the last two years alone. As a society, we’re producing and capturing more data each day than was seen by everyone since the beginning of the earth. This vast amount of digital data would fill DVD stack reaching from the Earth to moon and back.”

To put things in perspective, the entire works of William Shakespeare (in text form) represent about 5 MB of data. So, you could store about 1,000 copies of Shakespeare on a single DVD. The text in all the books in the Library of Congress would fit comfortably on a stack of DVDs the height of a single-story house.

The world’s technological per-capita capacity to store information has roughly doubled every 40 months since the 1980s according to Martin Hilbert and Priscila López. Given that unstructured data accounts for 80% of the data in the world, and we know much of that is from social media that gets special attention.”

I would attribute a great deal of this growth in data to the insidious “selfie.”  According to Tribune columnist Rex Huppke, selfies are likely a sign that human civilation has outlived its usefullness and will soon slide back into the ocean and be rightfully devoured by sharks.” Selfie, you ask, what’s that? The term, which almost mocks itself, A selfie is someone who documents his or her entire life by uploading self-taken pictures to validate what he or she is doing. Rest assured, if the world were taken over by aliens tomorrow, they would have an entirely documented world, whether they liked it or not.

For example:

  • People and brands on Twitter send more than 340 million tweets a day. (At least 1% of them are words of wisdom.)
  • People on Facebook share more than 684,000 bits of content a day. (Most are uploaded photos, many from selfies.)
  • People upload 72 hours (259,200 seconds) of new video to YouTube a minute. (Other than music videos, how many of these videos are worthy segments to the entirely worthless movie series Jackass)
  • Apple receives around 47,000 app downloads a minute. (Games and…)
  • Brands receive more than 34,000 Facebook ‘likes’a minute. (I like this)
  • Tumblr blog owners publish 27,000 new posts a minute. (No me…didn’t know about it)
  • Instagram photographers share 3,600 new photos a minute. (one click does all)
  • Flickr photographers upload 3,125 new photos a minute. (And Google grabs every one of them in images searches)
  • People perform over 2,000 Foursquare check-ins a minute. (Tell my why??)
  • Individuals and organizations launch 571 new websites a minute. (No wonder GoDaddy is super rich)
  • WordPress bloggers publish close to 350 new blog posts a minute. (Hey folks, I’m only doing one or two a week…)
  • The Mobile Web receives 217 new participants a minute. (Are you one of them?)

(Source:  http://marciaconner.com/blog/data-on-big-data/)

The title of my article is, “Would you date a Selfie? Sorry but this was actually a trick question. You see, if you’re reading this blog, probably on your I-Phone, you already are a selfie. And, by definition, selfies are so busy documenting everything that they do in life—keeping up with the cyber Jones—that they really don’t have time to date.  Or at least, date in the “traditional” sense.

No, they just “hang out.” Send me a PDA self-taken photo of you and your date actually dating and prove me wrong!

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ARE YOU A MAESTRO?

maestroLeadership comes in many forms. The ancient shepherd kept peace with his flock using the help of a few dogs and a staff. Cowboys handle a cattle drive with horses, and in a similar manner. And conductors? With the help of a concertmaster, all players end up on the same page, playing the music in unison. Shepherds, cowboys and conductors—all of them do the job in their own way, but few are truly maestros.

In business, are you a maestro?  The definition of “maestro” is “a great or distinguished figure in any sphere.” You have choices about how to bring your team into unison. You can manage through intimidation, fear, example, policy, or politics. A maestro, however, leads in the best sense of the word.  The role of a maestro is stepping into leadership that brings out the highest and best for the whole and the individuals.

In herding a flock, all sheep respond best to the gentle guidance of a leader. Brute force or lack of direction will send the flock into chaos. In a cattle drive, cowboys have an amazing ability to keep peace within the herd of cattle, but can also coax them across a river or break them into a stampede if they need to escape a storm. Cowboys can also halt the stampede and bring order and a business-as-usual atmosphere quickly and efficiently when needed. As for the conductor? Getting more than one-hundred highly talented musicians to play a multitude of scores from adagio to vivache, piano to fortissimo, and tear-jerking to triumphant requires leadership for a conductor to be called “maestro.”

How do you manage your team? Are you a manager? Leader? Or maestro? Whether yours is a small company, a non-profit organization, or a Fortune 100 company, keep in mind that although you may be overseeing the results from this body of individuals, you may not be their maestro.  You can claim title and authority as leader, but you can’t truly claim power. Power is earned. Power only happens when the team you manage has bought into your vision and is working symbiotically and synergistically on the same goals. In essence, only when people connect to a greater vision through you will they be willing to be led and call you their leader.

More to follow on how to aspire to leadership, and to achieve the epitome: maestro.

 

 

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GUESS WHERE THIS WARNING IS POSTED?

cautionTips on How to Avoid Becoming a Victim:

It is imperative to maintain the highest level of security awareness at all times and follow special security precautions while visiting us. These include:

  • While in public, refrain from wearing expensive jewelry or expensive looking watches, anything that contains gold, silver, precious stones, or diamonds. Gangs specifically target people who wear high end (Rolex, Cartier etc.) watches. Wearing any more jewelry than a simple gold wedding band will raise your profile. However, people have also been robbed of their gold wedding bands.
  • Verify with the front desk who is at your hotel room door before you open the door.
  • Never accept a ride from someone you have just casually met, even if they seem helpful and friendly.
  • Keep a minimal amount of cash with you, and limit the number of credit cards you carry.
  • Stay with a group of people as much as possible, and limit the times you venture out alone. Avoid isolated areas on the beach or in the rainforest. Always let someone know where you are going. Never swim in the ocean alone.
  • Avoid walking the streets at night – take a taxi to your desired location and return in a taxi. Public buses should be used with extreme caution at night.
  • Do not openly display any electronic device especially expensive cameras, video cameras, laptops, or iPads while in a public setting or walking on a public street. These are high theft items and will attract unwanted attention.
  • If you make purchases, return to the hotel and secure the items in your hotel room. Do not walk on the street with the items you just bought.
  • Stay near people/populated areas as much as possible. If you feel uncomfortable for any reason, immediately seek safe haven in a building with people.
  • If confronted by an individual who has a weapon, stay calm and hand over your valuables. Do not resist. Death may result from resistance. Many muggers have weapons and may be under the influence of crack cocaine. They will not hesitate to harm you if you resist.

Give up? The site of the 2016 Summer Olympics:  Rio de Janeiro.  Let the games begin…

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CHRIST THE REDEEMER WILL HAVE HIS HANDS FULL

christChrist the Redeemer looks out upon a majestic world, his robed arms outstretched giving forgiveness to all sinners below. Imagine the myriad of stories being written every day in hotels, beaches and slums of Rio. Think about the 20,000+ homeless children who live under bushes because it’s safer than living in the favelas. Children as young as eight years old, abandoned by their parents, are hustling cigarettes to locals and vacationers along the famous Copacabana, Ipanema and Leblon beaches.

Rio is a hotspot for money these days, as investments are pouring in from the world to build Rio for the 2014 FIFA World Cup and the 2016 Summer Olympics. Life is good for those with a life. The question is what happens to the homeless? Under recent law, Rio’s Special Service on Social Approach can institutionalize street kids for their own protection. Children are taken to the police station under the guise of criminal activity. This scenario is similar to the police round-ups of street children that took place prior to the World Cup 2010 hosted in Durban, South Africa. With the pressure of a global spotlight beaming on Rio, the easiest solution is to hide the problem by incarcerating or shipping away the homeless.

Stay tuned, because there are too many slums and homeless to sweep this problem under a rug and hide it from the world’s eye. When Hong Kong torn down its old city to construct a sorely needed new airport, over one million rats fled the area, flooding into the more modern parts of town. Don’t expect anything different in the next few years in Rio. Christ the Redeemer will have his hands full.

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WHAT IS “CLASSIC” ROCK AND ROLL?

bruceI get a kick out of vintage music radio stations.  Back in the 1960’s when my garage band played Beatles or Motown music, classic rock and roll was Les Paul, Elvis, or the Ventures—fifties music. In the late 1970’s, early 1980’s when my wedding band played Genesis or Bruce Springsteen, the Beatles, Hendrix and Zeppelin—sixties music was considered classics. I know that my younger friends in their forties consider Bon Jovi, Kiss and Guns & Roses to be oldies but goodies. I guess that Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis are Oldies but “Moldies.” Fast forward to today, I’ll bet that the kids today imagine Eminem and Michael Jackson to be classics, and Buddy Holly is right there with Mozart.

Tony Bennett, who was always great but for decades in Frank Sinatra’s shadow, is now a living legend for sure.  He’s earned it.  His latest albums, Duets I and Duets II albums are fantastic, and he has a documentary on the recording of them called The Zen of Bennett. Go see it!  He is mixing it up with stars like Lady Gaga, Willie Nelson, John Mayer, Amy Winehouse, Michael Bublé and Andrea Bocelli. His manager son was all excited about the demographics, and Tony ardently dismisses this point, replying, “There are only two kinds of music—good music and bad music.” Trust me these artists put some unique, soulful interpretations on jazz that is timeless.

Perhaps great music from any era is classic. That’s what Tony says, and I agree.

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GIG CHAPTER ONE TEASER

gigbook2GIG, an epic historical fiction garage band’s walk through the turbulent sixties is coming soon. Here’s a teaser first chapter for your enjoyment:

GIG

Chapter One

1970

This gig meant more to me than just music.

I sang “We are Friends” from a place deep in my heart. Mary Ellen and I co-wrote that song like all the others—via long distance. Now that she was pursuing her dreams at Oxford and gone for good, I choked on the irony of her closing lyrics, “You can know I’ll be there in the end, I’m your friend.”  When I finished the last piano arpeggio, there would be no lighters lit for encores, for adoring fans weren’t here to see Cory Wallace, nor his band Cornerstone. This momentous gig, Saturday, June 27, 1970, was the memorial service for Winnie DeClark Rockwell, my grandmother, known to all of my friends as Nana.

To acknowledge death, a Christian Scientist practitioner–one who has demonstrated a consistent ability to heal–delivers readings from Science and Health and the King James Bible, with services normally held in a funeral parlor. Ma and I couldn’t reconcile a final farewell to our family’s matriarch in the Brickton Funeral Home. Ma had issues with the décor: industrial camel carpet and a laminate lectern flanked by gaudy Italian vases. As for me, I couldn’t tolerate the musical option: a Lowrey organ noted for incredibly cheesy sounds. And neither of us wanted the church practitioner present. Obviously he hadn’t demonstrated much in his abilities to heal–Nana was dead.

So we decided to honor Nana in the white-steeple Community Church—anchor of downtown Brickton and my life as well.  But Ma envisioned a morning memorial featuring Nana’s favorite hymns in a purely classical venue. I had campaigned for a rock and roll bash that evening in Eminence Hall, the church’s high-raftered multi-purpose room, the nerve center for Sunday school, choir practices and special events like an opera. Since Nana loved both my kind of music and Ma’s, we had decided to organize both events.

And it was divine providence that we did so. Friends and family had flocked in droves to the morning service, filling the pews to capacity, even though many of my pals were still in bed. As the minister concluded a brilliant homily entitled “Live Life in Crescendo”, a mantra for our family, I spotted several senior citizens who had dozed off.  I was certainly old enough to know now that an evening bash wouldn’t have been their cup of tea, although the rock and roll would have kept them awake.

When the morning service concluded, attendees scattered in short order to enjoy a sunny Saturday. Ma and I were the last two standing, and we both recoiled at packing the displayed memories of Nana’s life into a plastic bin, which would ultimately be stacked on older plastic bins in the bowels of our basement. Ma sighed, “Cory, I can’t do this. Could you finish up for me?”  The strains of home hospice care couldn’t be masked by the tea-rose-pink make-up that Ma wore. Even her blonde bouffant was tattered.

I gave her a devoted hug. “You’ve had a long day, Ma. But I have to give you credit. Nana would have loved this service.”

She sniffled. “Knowing mother as I do, I’m sure she was right here among us.”

Dad peeked in from the vestibule. If you overlooked the slight paunch, he had regained his handsome stature—high cheekbones, chiseled features, jet-black pompadour, and piercing eyes behind the wire rims. “That was a memorable memorial, you two.” He hesitated, “Joanie, there must be two hundred people coming to the reception tonight. Will you be ready for round two?”

gigbook2“Richard, right now I’d like to go home and sleep for about a week. Can you play my little concert for me instead?”

Dad countered, “I think your fans would be much happier if you were the one performing while I was the one serving refreshments.”

Their conversation stalled, and I volunteered, “Why don’t you two enjoy a nice leisurely walk back home? I’m supposed to be here in a few hours for the band to do sound checks. I’ll pack up and move everything to Eminence Hall and wait for them.

Dad jumped on the idea. “A walk through town would do both of us some good. So would a nap. Thanks Son.”

Ma cast a kind, measured look. “But for now, I still prefer to sleep alone.” It brought a hopeful smile to Dad’s face.

He opened the door for Ma and they meandered toward the town square. It was good to see them together again, if only for a moment.  I pulled a non-descript black bin from the coatroom and dropped it by the display tables in the narthex. Its “thud” created a diminishing series of echoes dissipating to an eerie silence. The heavenly ambiance of an intimate house of God was now a shadowy, vacant church. It would have given me the creeps, except I remember Nana promising me many times that even when we are alone, we still walk with our Lord.

How I longed for just one more walk with her.

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GET READY FOR GIG

gigI’m putting on the finishing touches for GIG.  It’s been a six-year odyssey as I originally wrote a memoir of my musical experiences for friends and family, and then decided that with refinement the story could be an epic “Forest Gump-like” walk through the turbulent musical sixties.  How hard could this be?

Given that this novel is roughly 130,000 words, and I rewrote it six times, I now have fingers that are slightly shorter as I hammered out almost one million words.  It was worth it.

Stay tuned as GIG nears completion this spring.  If you like teen romance, historical sixties, and a wonderful set of quirky kids in a garage band all coping with what to do when high school pushes them into the real world, then GIG is the book for you.

More to follow!

 

 

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COROLLARIES TO THE PETER PRINCIPLE

peterYou all know the Peter Principle. I first learned of it as a loaned executive to Vernon Loucks, former CEO of Baxter Travenol Labs. I was assigned to be his right hand in 1977 to head up the Crusade of Mercy Campaign in Suburban Chicago. Vern and I tooled around all day in his limo, calling on CEOs of companies while he evaluated P&L’s, division strategy papers, and mergers and acquisitions in between. After we had a power breakfast with a dozen industry leaders, to whom I will not name, he turned to me. “Do you know the Peter Principle?”

“I think so,” I said.

He stated, “People rise to their level of incompetence.” Then he smiled. “Do you know the corollary to the Peter Principle?” I shrugged and he replied, “If someone rises to the level of his or her incompetency and it goes unchecked, there is nothing that can’t keep this person from rising straight to the top!”

Think about it. How many times have you seen a person running an organization, large or small, who seems ill suited for the role? Perhaps it was “daddy’s company.” Or, maybe this person knew how to play politics and undermine others on the way to the top, even though the organization didn’t benefit whatsoever. In politics, the kingmakers often decide who will be running for a congressional district, and who gets political appointments. It’s not right or just; that’s just the way it is.

So what are you doing about it? Do you complain? Do you bury or divert your displeasure? I mean, what can you do about it anyway? You’re just a cog in the system and it’s beyond your control. You’re paid a salary and you earn it every day, in part by putting up with the jerk above you. Right?

For those of you that are victims let me propose a second corollary to the Peter Principle: If someone above you is unqualified for the role and you continue to do nothing about it, then you deserve exactly what you get and will remain at your level as well. Sound harsh? If it does, chances are I struck a nerve. Good! Live is meant for living, and your energy should be spent pursuing your goals, collaborating on true teams, and creating beauty. Live your life in crescendo, not under some glass ceiling.

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WHY I WROTE DATING FOR LIFE

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My wife, Melissa, had a consulting gig with Twitter in San Francisco from September 5-7. Now if anyone has stayed at Fisherman’s Wharf, you will understand why I was more than happy to carry her bags on this trip. As I run a recruiting business, on occasion, I can get by with a laptop and a cell phone. With a two hour difference in time zones, most of my work was done by 2:00pm PST. So what else could I do with my time, but write a book.

For those of you who know me, I had spent nearly three years writing Gig a historical fiction novel about a kid and his garage band growing up in the turbulent sixties. I had just finished my book, and was now waiting for answers to my agent queries. So I sat in our hotel room, thinking about the next project. Back in the early 2000’s, I had finished a musical called RIO. The story is basically Oliver meets West Side Story—a naïve American who vacations in Rio de Janeiro, falls in love, but his life crosses paths with a street kid who works for the local drug lord. I thought, with the Olympics scheduled there in 2016, I’ll write an updated novel!

I began doing my research. Back in the day of my musical, there was a true “bad guy” whose name I won’t reveal, but was whom I based my antagonist on. It turns out that right after I had finished my musical, this “bad guy” had been locked up for many years. The person he locked up wrote a book about it, and had become a celebrity cop! In further research, I found that “the bad guy” had escaped federal prison and that the celebrity cop was resigning his high profile post to work in an obscure, safe haven. WOW! This could be a great story.

Melissa had just returned to our hotel room, and I was busy corroborating my sources like any good reporter. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was from a reporter who advised me, “Be careful what you write about…”

Melissa, who supports me in everything I do, smiled sweetly and said, “It took me too long to find you. I don’t want to lose you over something like this story!”

“Then what should I be writing about?” I asked.

“You’re always such a romantic with me. Why don’t you write about something like dating for life?”

And as Paul Harvey used to say, “And that, folks, is the rest of the story!”

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MAN OF LA MANCHA IN CRESCENDO


Melissa and I just attended a fabulous production of Man of La Mancha at the Light Opera Works Theater in Evanston. In it’s signature song, Don Quixote explains his quest and the reasons behind it. In doing so, he captures the essence of the play and its philosophical underpinnings, and defines another life in crescendo.

The Impossible Dream

To dream … the impossible dream
To fight … the unbeatable foe
To bear … with unbearable sorrow
To run … where the brave dare not go
To right … the unrightable wrong
To love … pure and chaste from afar
To try … when your arms are too weary
To reach … the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right, without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause

And I know if I’ll only be true, to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this–
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach … the unreachable star

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