good luck with Your Nonsense

In November I got to hear Henry Cho do standup; when querying the audience about current vocational pursuits, he proceeded to wish one member in grad school “good luck with Your Nonsense.”

Fast forward to this week: the world was riveted by the climactic launch of Apple’s iPad tablet…and a flurry of developments around geolocational services led to l’il ol’ me somehow serendipitously talking to a BusinessWeek reporter about why I love to “check in” to places so much….why being “The Mayor” is so addictive and hoarding Virtual Collectibles so satisfying….and other momentous topics of the day.

When my head stopped spinning from the giddiness of it all, I wandered through the various Ferry Building shops, trying to check in to each one, and was paralyzed by the 5-minute limit that Yelp happens to place on checking in to different spots (in contrast to Gowalla which lets you “faux”-walla into as many places you want regardless of when you do so – as long as you are proximate of course yadeyadeya…).

I only regained lucidity when, not knowing what to do with myself because I was unable to check in every second, I meandered over to a bench because it was located next to some sorely-needed power outlets for my Apple products and struck up a conversation with Eddie.

Eddie was enthralled by all of my gadgets. He had no idea why I was (unsuccessfully) trying to log in with a wireless card, why I needed to use my phone and laptop at the same time, and why I needed to sit 3 inches from a power outlet in the first place. This is because Eddie is unwired. And as it turns out, he also happens to be the Real Mayor of the Ferry Building.

Untethered and free. What was all that stuff I was trying to tweet, log in, check in and post to again?

Cupid keeps on striking

I have unabashedly proclaimed my undying love many times in this forum, and I guess I’m promiscuous because the objects of my affection range from presidents to pariahs, from pundits to geeks, from economists to actors, and from comedians to guide dogs.

Nevertheless, I will risk my reputation once more and go to bat for yet another mensch: the (cross all body parts) next governor of “we’re our own worst enemy” State of California.

So I love Tom Campbell a lot. But love, unlike affection, must be earned. So here’s why I love Tom Campbell so much:

  • I love him for his breadth and depth of public service: this includes, but is not limited to: serving in the U.S. Congress, the California State Senate, the Federal Trade Commission, the University of California system, and as Director of Finance for the State of California.
  • I love him for his adaptability: he’s lived in Berkeley and in the O.C. He was a prof at Cal and at Stanford. (only the coolest of peeps can hang in both schools).
  • I love him for his finesse: “I’m most concerned about the dropping educational attributes of our population.” (whereas I would have cried: “BEWARE THE IDIOCRITAZATION OF OUR SOCIETY!”)
  • I love him for his ethics and class: when I raised the issue of smear tactics, he took a total Nash Game Theory approach to explain why such tactics are ineffective. Nice way to get out of the implicitly-smearing-by-saying-you’re-not-the-one-smearing rathole.
  • I love him for his consistency. When asked why he didn’t run as an independent because he is so balanced (aka “moderate”), he replied that he believes in personal liberties with respect to both governance *and* social issues. Thus, a conservative in the most classic liberal sense. He added that independents tend to skew election results to the extreme candidates, and cited Perot and Nader as recent examples (clearly he’s not loyal to the GOP then…. another point in his favor for me!).
  • I love him for his raw intelligence. Last night when he talked about the budget – which is really the main job of any governor (allocating the state’s resources) – he decried simplistic, soundbyte-appeal responses such as “eliminating waste, fraud and abuse” (as in, duh?) and instead did the heavy lifting that a complex environment like California’s requires and drew from finance/monetary policy, history, law, economics and legislative rules to develop comprehensive solutions. Not soundbyte-y but way more credible.
  • I love him for his unabashed humor: “I’d like to be more optimistic than the facts permit me to be. Go Bears.” He also humored an alum last night who begged him to recite some salty Irish chants. You may have had to be there, but it was priceless.

Susanne’s a lucky woman! Let’s hope the State can be so lucky.

Must I?

When I was about 4, I received a gift from a generous relative. Upon opening it, I was cajoled to respond. Complying, I stared directly into her eager, inquiring face and flatly declared:

“I don’t like it.”

…and to this day, her crestfallen response is indelibly marked in my memory.

But as adults, we’ve developed the super-ego to ensure we adhere to social mores. As such, we often find ourselves in situations where we are forced to effuse.

Two common settings for this cruelty include:

1) Admiring friends’ offspring. When this pertains to homo sapiens, I can buy in. People warrant respect. And infants all the more: I can totally get behind the awe of procreation.

However, my line is crossed when I am obliged to ooh and aah over a canine or feline. How much excitement can one be expected muster over a yelping, unhygienic slobbering animal unable to dialogue? Over what period of time is such feigned enthusiasm sustainable? Inhumane expectations.

2) Staff meetings. These are undoubtedly the most egregious examples of enforced enthusiasm*; particularly when they are kicked off by asking all participants to share with the group just what it is they love — the most — about Company A. The ensuing applause most often invariably owes to the fact that the employee has finished, rather than reflecting what s/he has actually shared.

But, being the solutions-oriented businessperson I am, I felt it was important end on a positive and constructive note:

Ways To Avoid Coercive Engagement (drawing off of real-life experience)

  • Never use campy parables … unless good. Really good.
  • Don’t regift the giveaways. If you must, do not disclose.
  • Contain all meetings to 1.5 hours – max. If you have the choice of longer meeting with food, or shorter meeting without food, go without food.
  • Make sure your schwag is dogfood you would eat, too.

* You can further reference the gem by Mike Judge at the bottom of this post for a lucid depiction of why this is just so wrong.