And then it happened. From the quarry of my conscience came that coursing voice that grinds my reason to dust and calls me out as a great pretender – “You will never make way for the new, the deviant, the subversive until you are willing to destroy the very things you have spent your career creating.” Surely I wasn’t talking about myself. Didn’t these deans invite me to speak to them because of my history of breakthrough accomplishments? And there it was right in front of me. The hypocrisy of innovators – the perennial outsiders – who inevitably become insiders once they succeed. It took decades of arduous and highly competitive work to climb to the top of my profession. How could I expect these deans to kick the ladder out from under them when I the so called Dean of Innovation wasn’t willing to do the same myself? This was the real price of innovation. It was a flashback to my youth as a Teamster on the loading docks where such a challenge meant throw down or stand down. I chose the latter and disappeared into the elevator.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Inno
And then it happened. From the quarry of my conscience came that coursing voice that grinds my reason to dust and calls me out as a great pretender – “You will never make way for the new, the deviant, the subversive until you are willing to destroy the very things you have spent your career creating.” Surely I wasn’t talking about myself. Didn’t these deans invite me to speak to them because of my history of breakthrough accomplishments? And there it was right in front of me. The hypocrisy of innovators – the perennial outsiders – who inevitably become insiders once they succeed. It took decades of arduous and highly competitive work to climb to the top of my profession. How could I expect these deans to kick the ladder out from under them when I the so called Dean of Innovation wasn’t willing to do the same myself? This was the real price of innovation. It was a flashback to my youth as a Teamster on the loading docks where such a challenge meant throw down or stand down. I chose the latter and disappeared into the elevator.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The Third
Richard the Third is found, and he was found as we had seen him. Now one has to wonder how real are the ones that we have also seen but haven't been found.
Was it still such a common knowledge one hundred years later for the Britest Pen to copy, Or was it a bold move to portrait what hadn't been said.
The most despised was also the last king who fought from his own horse. The winter of our discontent and the sons of York remained. He was one of the roses who, it seems, wished he was red.
Was it still such a common knowledge one hundred years later for the Britest Pen to copy, Or was it a bold move to portrait what hadn't been said.
The most despised was also the last king who fought from his own horse. The winter of our discontent and the sons of York remained. He was one of the roses who, it seems, wished he was red.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
No Reservations No More
Bourdain's No Reservation is about to end. It started with a deer caught in the headlights followed by a camera creating panoramic shots of a "tell all" author out of words ditching out complains, hang overs, addict nostalgic remarks, and constant innuendos for lack of content.
Most people won't come across the hang over episodes. They have been shelved away among the massive trend of reality TV trying to discover itself as it grows up.
But at the end, Reality carries with it the profound power of Time. What is nothing like the Seinfeld's script for a pilot series, it has the power of discovery. Reality over time becomes history.
Travel can be a very simple or a very complex act. You can travel for many reasons. Travel to see the past, to experience new things, for personal quests of your profession, for achieving some bucket list, or just for the luxury of leisure. But even the simplicity of leisure can be expanded to a very complex endeavor. Leisure is a very well established philosophical movement of thought and practices from the old Japan. Later, it was even ex-communicated by Communism as a malaise.
This is why the simplicity of reality can have dramatic implications. Now you can be led by many TV travel agents that expose the world to the past or that idolize cultures which makes them easier to chew.
In the other hand, No Reservations is so real that the world has embraced it. The show is no more Anthony Bourdain leading us. It has profoundly become a phenomenon where the world is the one taking Bourdain inside to share its secrets.
And we find Anthony Bourdain engaged in every corner of the world having us walk behind him suffering the encounter of whatever he may find, and what he finds is the world as it is in its pure greatness. There is no magical curtain of wonders, no warning of what is to come, and no rest until his final thoughts at the end of each episode.
Even after he had taken us everywhere, and when we thought we had seen it all, Anthony Bourdain takes us to the last frontier of food: The Amazon. From prehistoric fish to never seen fruits and spices, all is still exchanged on the first Portuguese colony in the new world. A small town 100 miles up river from the sea where different and rare types of money and foods exchange hands still serving as the only link between worlds. No even Bourdain has seen this immense variety of goods. The Amazon is so rich that is still as if a Conquistador had just landed on the New World for first time.
No Reservations is closing its doors. Our last frontier is disappearing once again. It might as well be as if the Portuguese are closing their ancient city. It might as well be as if the jungle ends up overrunning the cities for another millennium to cover us in a sleep. It might as well just be that the best of our Reality is once again becoming our History.
Most people won't come across the hang over episodes. They have been shelved away among the massive trend of reality TV trying to discover itself as it grows up.
But at the end, Reality carries with it the profound power of Time. What is nothing like the Seinfeld's script for a pilot series, it has the power of discovery. Reality over time becomes history.
Travel can be a very simple or a very complex act. You can travel for many reasons. Travel to see the past, to experience new things, for personal quests of your profession, for achieving some bucket list, or just for the luxury of leisure. But even the simplicity of leisure can be expanded to a very complex endeavor. Leisure is a very well established philosophical movement of thought and practices from the old Japan. Later, it was even ex-communicated by Communism as a malaise.
This is why the simplicity of reality can have dramatic implications. Now you can be led by many TV travel agents that expose the world to the past or that idolize cultures which makes them easier to chew.
In the other hand, No Reservations is so real that the world has embraced it. The show is no more Anthony Bourdain leading us. It has profoundly become a phenomenon where the world is the one taking Bourdain inside to share its secrets.
And we find Anthony Bourdain engaged in every corner of the world having us walk behind him suffering the encounter of whatever he may find, and what he finds is the world as it is in its pure greatness. There is no magical curtain of wonders, no warning of what is to come, and no rest until his final thoughts at the end of each episode.
Even after he had taken us everywhere, and when we thought we had seen it all, Anthony Bourdain takes us to the last frontier of food: The Amazon. From prehistoric fish to never seen fruits and spices, all is still exchanged on the first Portuguese colony in the new world. A small town 100 miles up river from the sea where different and rare types of money and foods exchange hands still serving as the only link between worlds. No even Bourdain has seen this immense variety of goods. The Amazon is so rich that is still as if a Conquistador had just landed on the New World for first time.
No Reservations is closing its doors. Our last frontier is disappearing once again. It might as well be as if the Portuguese are closing their ancient city. It might as well be as if the jungle ends up overrunning the cities for another millennium to cover us in a sleep. It might as well just be that the best of our Reality is once again becoming our History.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The lip
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Nor no one here; for curses never pass
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
Intending deep suspicion, ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
Cousin of Buckingham, and sage grave men, Since you will buckle Fortune on my back,
To bear her burden whe’er I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load;
But if black scandal or foul-fac’d reproach Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
For God doth know, and you may partly see, How far I am from the desire of this.
Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes.
Go muster men. My counsel is my shield;
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
The King is angry, see, he gnaws his lip.
A horse, a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Richard III
Nor no one here; for curses never pass
The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
Intending deep suspicion, ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
Cousin of Buckingham, and sage grave men, Since you will buckle Fortune on my back,
To bear her burden whe’er I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load;
But if black scandal or foul-fac’d reproach Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
For God doth know, and you may partly see, How far I am from the desire of this.
Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes.
Go muster men. My counsel is my shield;
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
The King is angry, see, he gnaws his lip.
A horse, a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Richard III
Monday, April 16, 2012
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