On Leadership

30 05 2012

Just read this on a LinkedIn page:

Learn from the people
Plan with the people
Begin with what they have
Build on what they know
Of the best leaders
When the task is accomplished
The people will remark
We have done it ourselves.

— Lao Tzu

I’ve never read any Lao Tzu, so can’t attest its origin. Seems solid though, eh? How many leaders are comfortable with sitting back to watch their success through others, rather than jumping up and down saying “It was me! I made that happen!”

Want a ride? Check the dress code! – Richard’s Blog – Virgin.com

29 05 2012

Sir Richard… all is forgiven! (Though I see your socks are still hidden!) But now a new question… is Sir Richard Branson a left-hander, or is the photo flipped?

Want a ride? Check the dress code! – Richard’s Blog – Virgin.com.


More on the story here:

Christy Clark receives creepy kite surfing invite from Richard Branson | Canada Politics – Yahoo! News Canada.

Richard Branson on Office Ties and the Company Dress Code | Entrepreneur.com

29 05 2012

I like Sir Richard. I really do.

I like the way he started business in a phone booth (to get a free phone number) selling vinyl records. I like the way he made a brand name worth more than any product associated with it. I like the way he had a line of condoms called Virgin Mates. I like the way he took on the big guys like BA, and redefined whole markets.

But I was a little saddened to read this article. In it, he talks of his own self-confidence at not wearing a tie in the massed presence of others who were. Kudos. No problem with that. Anyone who’s seen the types of socks I wear could never believe I thought otherwise when it comes to expressing individuality.

But it was his assumption that others could not like to wear ties that bothers me. Others that choose to be as individual as he by wearing a tie when nobody else is. Is this invalid just because he doesn’t like ties?

Je pense pas, mes amis!!

And just for the record, does anyone have a photo of his socks?


Richard Branson on Office Ties and the Company Dress Code | Entrepreneur.com.

Judith I Bridgland: George Wylie – Scottish Scul?tor

27 05 2012

Thanks to MM for bringing the Scottish artist George Wylie to my notice. I had never heard of him, and it seems he has very recently died at the age of 90. Good innings, all told. A question mark for a P, and addressing big questions seem to have been his hallmark. Particularly the transient nature of powerful industries such as Glasgow’s locomotive and ship-building industries.

Judith I Brigland has a nice piece on her blog if you’d like to learn more…

Judith I Bridgland: George Wylie – Scottish Scul?tor.


26 05 2012

Isn’t it amazing bro that we’ve both got red blood and brown shit. That sums it up really.

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NATIONAL RECONCILIATION WEEKstarts today and will go to June 3, so say hello to a Nyoongar person today!

There is a lot we Wadjelas can learn from Aboriginal culture. All it needs is an open mind and to embrace the custodians of the land.

I have been lucky to have Aboriginal people in my life. My oldest (not in age!) Aussie friend is Michelle,  an Inyibandi woman who trusted me to look after her two boys now and then. And then there are Shari and Kyle, for whom I have real paternal feelings. I miss the hockey and swimming training, the school assemblies, the fun of introducing them to German Vienna sausages and Dutch cheese. They’ve all grown up now and don’t need a babysitter anymore. Michelle’s oldest son Simon is getting married next week, while Shari is studying media at Curtin University.

As a big blackfella…

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26 05 2012

Nice find Odetocapitalism! Being born a Brit, I think I’d feel incredibly uncomfortable at personally witnessing a flashmob, but there’s no denying the beauty of the music…

Wickedly delightful

26 05 2012

I was very naughty today.

More than usual in fact, which is saying something!

I spent the day at a Scouty event, but the level of catering was a little higher than one usually expects at such things. Mid-morning snack was Danish pastries and my downfall: pains au chocolat.

As an ex-Brit, I have spent many lazy summers in France and have become more than a little partial to these Gallic temptations. I confess I ate more than one before the end of the day. OK – more than three. Or was it four? They weren’t served warm as they really should be, and the chocolate within was almost certainly not European, but temptation is temptation. I am weak. I succumbed to their patience – they sat there just waiting for my will-power to fail as it surely would.

Yet I don’t now feel the guilt I thought I would. Is it because they were French? Does that somehow excuse naughtiness? I shall sleep with a smile playing on my lips tonight…

English: A Pain au chocolat from a Belgian Bak...