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What you will find when you get there…

The best leaders do not seek consensus they create (mold) it.

Drucker (and others of his mindset) like to “sneak up on consensus” using tools like the following:

The Westerner and the Japanese man mean something different when they talk of “making a decision.” In the West, all the emphasis is on the answer to the question. To the Japanese, however, the important element in decision making is defining the question. The crucial steps are to decide whether there is a need for a decision and what the decision is about. And it is in that step that the Japanese aim at attaining consensus. Indeed, it is this step that, to the Japanese, is the essence of decision. The answer to the question (what the West considers the decision) follows from its definition. During the process that precedes the decision, no mention is made of what the answer might be. . . . Thus the whole process is focused on finding out what the decision is really about, not what the decision should be (Drucker 1974).

Jerry says that it is therefore axiomatic that if one controls the questions asked, one controls consensus.
(it’s hard to lose the game when you are the one making the rules!)

There follows an excerpt from the “lead-in” to one of my “Come to Jesus” staff meetings at Wang Labs:

“It’s not primarily about our working long hours for what some say is scant recognition; it is, almost exclusively, about whether or not we all give a damn about the intrinsic value and quality of
our work product. And whether or not our customers can see that in what we do and how we carry ourselves!
I came here today to tell you all that I love this job and what we do here. I want fervently to work with people who feel that way too. I would encourage any who do not share these feelings to please leave those of us who do to our struggles. We wish you well but, wish you to go and not interfere with our mission. I don’t expect you to answer me here today but, if you do stay I will take it to mean that you are “all in” and I will, hence foward, treat you exactly as if that were the truth.”

On Sighting The First Lemming Of Spring

Having been cited on my penchant for grandiloquence (perhaps bloviation?) 
on the odd occasion I have, from time to time, felt the need to respond 
(Yo mama! Or Bite me or…) . Recently, in an e-mail to Cuz, I referred to 
this style as a kind of vocabularic ballon,  delivering perio-labial plies and
uber-lingual arabesques (left tonsil over) at will, all the while keeping ones 
linguistic posture and artistic hauteur.

If you'll excuse the mini petrarchan conceit above, the following two pieces 
were written in response to a good friends jibe that this overbearing verbosity 
was "gibberish".

• Looking Down My Nose On A Snowy Evening

Did gibberish lie in my prosodic burst
Or bon mot-gravitas this sublunary heart beguile
And turn away from temperate attest
An erstwhile champions accepting smile

Must diglossia my repertoire invade
And have me settle out two sets of tongue
One in modest murk and careful shade
And one separate for equals whence among 

They listen with an existential ear
To transcendental calls from mountains high
somehow within the vanity of their fear
To bring some sober sense there to them nigh

What beckons earthbound sentiments to lie
In bonds that keep their elder values ere
While that stillborn apprehension cluttered sky
Wearies their lofty quests and artful flair

Jesuit Enlightenment

For those with a cultural slant
Who speak intellectual cant
As they meet with the rabble
It all sounds like babble
That definitely does not enchant

Struggle Ho!


No song  (music of essence, soul, life)

No guile  (scheme, plot, unuttered plan)

No art    (complex decoration of living’s manner)

No fray  (the ways that must be overcome, the life burden)

No sky   (the dreams that could occur, life reveries)

No sea   (the romance that can happen, the quest/adventure)

No wind  (the lightness and flow of living days)

No sway  (the power or control over that which must be ours)

This starkest limn can hold no savor

For Faithless  lads in sanguine favor

An icy touch, an inner quaver

Binds in wanton justice’s dim regard

This strife; now acrimoniously denied

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