You can quote me

Stormy Leigh

Stormy Leigh

I read some alleged Steve Jobs quotes online, and they made him look really bad. I understand that he was really bad in many ways. The quotes are probably authentic. He liked to insult people.

It made me think I might do well to quote myself in case anyone is interested in noticing. I offer my quotes that express my appreciation of all of you. You are welcome to use them at my funeral, in the event I have one. There are better ways to use your time. I don’t recommend funerals.

  • We don’t lack for wisdom. The mystery to me is our lack of interest in it.
  • Some people measure wealth by possessions or power. I measure it by joy.
  • Children come into this world with an affinity for joy. If they lose that we should examine ourselves.
  • Everything about women is appealing.
  • We are tempted to measure our life by how much time we spend in it. I think our achievement of kindness is a better yardstick.
  • We are taught a lot of superstition, such as the power of boobs to lead us astray. I suggest abandoning superstition in all of its forms. Let’s restore boobs to a place of honor.
  • We look to schools to validate us. Let’s not be shy about validating them—or not. Let them earn their privileges, if they deserve any.

Please share how you would like to be remembered.

 

 

Scream and shout!

Stormy Leigh

Stormy Leigh, photographed at The Domes

I attended the 10th anniversary show by Black Cherry Burlesque last night at the Surly Wench Pub on Fourth Avenue here in Tucson.

Among the many, many highlights were the tassels on Stormy Leigh’s classic butt. She knows how to shimmy. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I persevere in my crusade to encourage men to enjoy existence. Enjoyment was abundant at the Wench.

Owner Stephka VonSnatch understands enjoyment, and she encourages the audience to do the same. She demands that we scream and shout—behavior that is forbidden in many places, school rooms and most work places for example.

Yvette and I always buy front row seats. They command a ten-dollar premium, but I want a close-up view, and so does she.

I attribute the condition the world is in to the male inability to celebrate joy. This is more severe in some parts of the world than others. Residents of the United States, having an environment of relative freedom, should be role models for men everywhere.

Tomorrow millions of people will watch the big football game. How much of the shouting it provokes is due to joy is open to interpretation. It might be due to greed, or anger. This is very different from my experience at the Wench.

One of the many highlights for me at the Wench was how the audience welcomed ladies of ample proportions. They received the same radiant, joyful reception as the others. Participating in that joy is not something I can properly describe. Imagine, if you can, carrying that sense of appreciation with us all day, wherever we go.

Men have mostly lost the ability to scream and shout. We have certainly moved away from simply enjoying what is.

You ladies would do well, in my opinion, to pay close attention to the caution and reluctance that afflict the male population. If nothing else, invite them to a burlesque show. It might be a big help to both of you.

 

 

Why organizations suck

Rosie the Riveter

Rosie the Riveter

I’m old, and I’ve been in position to be rejected many times, and I have been. More than I like to remember.

I used to blame myself for these rejections, but I no longer do. I know that businesses in the United States have embraced boredom and the illusion of safety in place of daring and courage. I’m a trouble maker.

I offer you this video as a statement of what I value. It’s only about two minutes long—more time than most executives can spare.

Let me know if it speaks to you.

Things I’ve tried that didn’t work

DanI think admitting our mistakes and failures is an exercise that can help other people. Especially if we make our confessions visible by putting them into a blog that is available around the world.

Visibility does not mean the confession will be read, and if it is read, it does not assure that it will be convincing in any way. But damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.

The failure that beats on my brain with the most fury is that my praise for advice and wisdom has influenced very few people, and not in a way that I can really recognize. I’ve been a Peter Drucker fan for half a century, and I cannot point to any virtuous results of that dedication.

Since Mr. Drucker began writing the field of management guidance has grown very rich and productive. I have added nothing to that.

I even went to college for validation of my ability to distingush good counsel from the rest. My professors were wonderful people. I’m sorry I do not bring them more credit through my efforts.

My first marriage was pretty much a failure, but my wife’s boobs were cute. There is something to be said for that. She does not permit me to share photographs of them, or I would show you. My photographs are quite old by now.

I have some 400 “followers” of record on this blog, but it generates no comments. I consider this blog a failure apart from its role as my daily journal. I am open to suggestion on this.

I often challenge superstition, but with little result. Our preoccupation with skin color is based on superstition. I think most religious stances are based on superstition too. Few people recant.

superstition: any belief or attitude that is inconsistent with the known laws of science or with what is generally considered in the particular society as true and rational; especially a belief in charms, omens, the supernatural, etc.—Webster’s New Twentieth Century Dictionary

I have been a photographer since I was about seven years old. A man I respect, an accomplished photographer, told me not long ago that my photography sucks. That is the word he used. I admit I took offense.  I don’t recommend taking offense, but I did. I have to create some space for the possibility that I have failed in my efforts.

I would like to exert more control over my obsessions. I have several of them, mostly related to my admiration for the female form. My wife and I often attend performances by Black Cherry Burlesque. I am enamored of their pasties and tassels, some of which conceal nipples, and some of which are attached to derrieres that shimmy in the most wonderful way. It’s all fun for me.

My current intention is to embrace my apparent failures. They may contain life lessons that my intended “good intentions” do not.

Any thoughts on this?

Laying anxieties aside

Facebook has groups devoted to displaying—and viewing—photos of well-tended female feet. A group that calls itself Pretty Feet has nearly 2,400 members. It is a public site.

There are also groups that are closed to visitors. Many of the photographs on the Pretty Feet site are professional quality. And the feet are pleasing, in my opinion.

A sexual attraction to objects not ordinarily defined as sexual in nature is usually referred to as a fetish. Fetish also refers to the source of the attraction.

Attractive female feet appeal to me, but I have always concealed this because I was afraid I would be considered weird on account of it. Now that I am considered weird for other reasons why continue with this shabby deception? It requires work and provides no benefit that I can find apart from possibly insulating people who know me from deepening their conviction of my weirdness.

According to the World Health Organization, fetishistic fantasies are common and should only be treated as a disorder when they impair normal functioning or cause distress.

The prevalence of fetishism is not known with certainty. The majority of fetishists are male. In a 2011 study, 30% of men reported fetishistic fantasies, and 24.5% had engaged in fetishistic acts.—Wikipedia

The willingness of ladies to display their feet for the camera also catches my attention. In my opinion, the more ways we can find to show ladies our appreciation the better it is for all of us.

As I get older I aspire to be wiser. My progress is quite slow. I was reminded today when I saw a Pema Chödrön quote that one of the most common problems people have is that they disparage their current experience as not being good enough. I am guilty of that every day, and the voice is playing in my head at this very moment.

Part of my effort to becoming more accepting of myself and my experiences is to let go of needless guilt. The appeal a pretty foot has for me is not something I need to conceal any more. I am pleased that I am not alone in my attraction to a pretty foot.

I notice that when I browse the gallery I still reprimand myself for my interest. It raises the question as to how many other ways I habitually scold myself without examining that behavior. Scolding myself reduces the quality of my experience in life. I have done enough of that.

Books to read before the world ends

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Deep Smarts is the work of Walter Swap and Dorothy Leonard. On Leadership is the work of John Gardner. Seeing Systems was written by Barry Oshry. All of these books are remarkable.

I don’t envy young people. They occupy a world in a serious state of decline, and they continue to have kids. I don’t envy a lot of people my age because they have taken a position that if they can golf as often as they like the world is giving them all they want. They think they can play while the world burns.

My generation should mobilize to preserve enough of the world to give young folks some hope of a meaningful future. It’s a long shot, and I think we owe them all the help we can offer. In this post I suggest some books that provide guidance for our mission. This post will be greeted by silence, and that silence emphasizes my point. Silence is, of course, my failure, not yours.

I will start with Joseph Jaworski’s book, Synchronicity, The Inner Path of Leadership. It was published in 1996. We have had it available to us for 20 years. He wrote, “A key element of this capacity to inspire is communicating to people that you believe they matter, that you know they have something important to give.”

He also wrote another bit of gospel: “If you were able to get a group of people working together with one another at a different plane, they might find a new way to operate that would not be simply individual.”

Peter Drucker basically invented the ability to explain effective management practices. Management in this nation of ours mostly sucks. Managing for Results was published in 1964. Do the math. That is half a century ago. We still fail to get the results we want. The good professor explains the many reasons we fail to get results. We try to erase the past. We spread our efforts everywhere instead of where the opportunities lie. We assume we know what people want rather than asking them.

Jan Carlzon broke ground when, as the CEO of a high-profile business, he shared his methods of leading. He was CEO of Scandinavian Airlines. Tom Peters wrote the foreword to his slender book. He said things like this: “A leader, then, is a person who is oriented toward results more than power or social relations.”

CEOs obsess on power and control. They do not conceive that there is a new level of productivity linked to creating a grid and network of cooperation and enthusiasm.

There are many books written by wise advisors. We would do well to explore what they offer, and take a bold stance to support what we find in those books.