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Strip The Stewards
To absolutely no one’s surprise, the “takers” on Wall St. seem to be at it again. It’s funny how capitalism abhors “takers“, yet the biggest schleppers of your money dwell at the celebrated heart of unbridled capitalism – Wall St.
Capitalism is the worst “ism”, except for all the other “isms” – Unknown?
While government gets reviled for catering to average Joe Schmoe welfare “takers“, the hulking buttheads on Wall St. not only get off with a token monetary fine and a promise to “behave honorably” in the future, they get to set their own definition of “honorably“. As long as they’re too big to fail or jail, these psycho banks and the “innocents” who run them will continue to do as they please, knowing full well that small potatoes “takers” like you and me will bail them out when their wreckless, self-serving behavior triggers the next global crisis.
In “Prosecutors Suspect Repeat Offenses on Wall Street”, the NY Times states:
Just two years after avoiding prosecution for a variety of crimes, some of the world’s biggest banks are suspected of having broken their promises to behave. Typically, when banks have repeatedly run afoul of the law, they have returned to business as usual with little or no additional penalty — a stark contrast to how prosecutors mete out justice for the average criminal.
So, now that prosecutors are hot on the tail of some repeat big bank offenders, what do you suppose will happen to the guilty? The same old, same old:
Even now that prosecutors are examining repeat offenses on Wall Street, they are likely to seek punishments more symbolic than sweeping. Top executives are not expected to land in prison, nor are any problem banks in jeopardy of shutting down.
I think that the only way to medicate the psycho-orgs in our midst is to hit their stewards, the real people hiding behind the abstract corpo Hannibal Lectors among us, where it hurts – right in the pocketbook. Make it unambiguously transparent that the top tier(s) of executive management will be stripped of all their personal wealth if the narcissist monsters they run are found guilty of wiping out the IRA’s of thousands of the little people.
We don’t even have to jail them or demand their resignations. Simply treat them as big time drug dealers by confiscating all their property and making them start over again at step one. No more unconditional yearly bonuses and “but, I didn’t know” defense strategies. Put some teeth into “the buck stops here” and force them to, as Nassim Taleb suggests, place some “skin in the game“.
As the figure below illustrates, a “strip the stewards” punishment policy may not inhibit future normal-to-criminal behavior transitions after a reset to normal behavior, but it has a better chance of doing so than the current slap-on-the-wrist policy. What do you think can work?
Ill Served
You’ve been ill served by the software industry for 40 years – not purposely, but inextricably. We want to restore the partnership. – Ken Schwaber
Obsoleted By Modernity
While sifting through my desk at work, I stumbled upon a gadget that triggered some fond memories:
Do you know what it is? It’s a Royal Mark page embosser; a meaty and well built device that I used for many years until the onslaught of modernity made it obsolete.
Before the advent of e-books and safaribooksonline.com, I used to buy lots of “real” technical books. I would stamp them with my trusty Royal Mark embosser and stick them in my bookcase as soon as they arrived. But alas, since I don’t buy many dead-tree books anymore, I haven’t used my lovely Royal Marker in decades.
What gadgets or tools did you use heavily in the past, but have been obsoleted by newer technology? If you’re young enough, probably none; but eventually you will.
It’s That Time Again….
…time to put my day-to-day responsibilities on hold and make my annual trek to New Orleans LA to celebrate Mardi Gras 2015.
At the time this post auto-publishes, I:
- will have arrived in NOLA with my best buddy Reno,
- checked in to the Crowne Plaza hotel on the corner of Bourbon and Canal Streets
- headed out into the night to join the party-goers on Bourbon St.
If you’re in NOLA anytime through Fat Tuesday, post a comment here or tweet me. Perhaps we can hook up for a fun time throwing and catching beads, eating cajun food, cruising the banks of the mighty Mississippi river, watching outrageously gawdy parades, and smiling our asses off. Life is too short for me to miss the greatest party on earth.
According to historians, Mardi Gras dates back thousands of years to pagan celebrations of spring and fertility, including the raucous Roman festivals of Saturnalia and Lupercalia. When Christianity arrived in Rome, religious leaders decided to incorporate these popular local traditions into the new faith, an easier task than abolishing them altogether. As a result, the excess and debauchery of the Mardi Gras season became a prelude to Lent, the 40 days of penance between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. Traditionally, in the days leading up to Lent, merrymakers would binge on all the meat, eggs, milk and cheese that remained in their homes, preparing for several weeks of eating only fish and fasting. In France, the day before Ash Wednesday came to be known as Mardi Gras, or “Fat Tuesday.”
Which Comes First?
I get my blogging ideas from day-to-day observations, personal experiences, reading books and articles, and watching videos. There are two ways in which I proceed from idea to published post:
As the diagram illustrates, when I begin elaborating an idea with a picture first, I usually finish faster than when I start with words. I’ve also found that the picture-first process is usually more enjoyable. It just feels more fluid, less forced.
When I start drawing a picture, the act of sketching simultaneously draws forth some words that match the drawing as it evolves into being. Those words then beget changes to the drawing; and then the emerging drawing begets more yet more words associated with the changing picture. It’s an Escher-eque recursive process that drives me forward until at some point I simply decide to stop and queue up the post to be published. Unsurprisingly, when I write/test product code, I use the same picture-first process (sorry, but TDD is not for me).
I can’t count the number of times I started writing paragraphs of text and then stalled to a complete standstill when trying to concoct an accompanying picture. When that happens, I usually save the picture-less post to my drafts folder with the hope that when I revisit it again in the future a matching image will auto-magically appear in my mind. I have tons of picture-less posts in my drafts vault, but I refuse to publish a post without an associated picture. Some of those unadorned posts have hanging been around for years.
In the 1000+ post history of this blog, you’d be hard pressed to find a post that doesn’t have at least one picture in it. It’s simply just the way I operate. Maybe you should try it.
Waiting For The Bus
I’ve been following Scott Berkun for at least a decade. Every month or two, I mosey on over to his site to get my Berkun fix and see what he’s up to. I’ll read some of his blog posts and/or watch a video of one of his great talks.
While watching Scott’s lecture to MIT students on innovation, I paused the video to steal this insightful graphic:
People (especially in western cultures) love short and sweet stories of epiphanies and overnight success – the tip of the iceberg. They yearn to believe that world changing innovations happen in flashes of instantaneous insight, no preparation required, all glory and no sweat.
Scott’s research for his Myths Of Innovation book busts the misconception of all mental play and no work. Oh sure, the epiphanies and eureka moments do indeed occur. But odds are that the innovator has been obsessing over a specific problem; immersing herself in the meticulous details of the problem and its enveloping context. The innovator has likely been exploring solution paths for months, years, or even decades. The hard, persistent, sustained, work of mulling over ideas prepares the innovator to receive the proverbial epiphany as thrust down upon her from the heavens.
But alas, doing the hard work can only get you to the bus stop. It doesn’t guarantee that the bus will arrive – ever.
A Bad Day
Last Saturday was a bad day. The head came flying off my five iron while hitting balls at the golf dome and I broke my giant tini’ glass. Boo hoo, poor me.
Looking on the bright side, I get to buy a new set of clubs. I also have a fashionable, albeit smaller, backup tini’ glass.













