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With love from Romania

It’s 2 AM in Bucharest and the dogs are barking in the distance.

I’m in town for eLiberatica, a conference on open source software, and I’ll be speaking tomorrow today, but I’m fully jet lagged and in spite of the fact that I was up and traveling for about 32 hours straight, my body has no desire for sleep. This is going to be interesting.

The hotel is an interesting mix of modern art/decor and 19th century eastern European. The spaciousness, funky color scheme, and contemporary furniture is the modern part; the unhappily combined lack of adequate A/C and window screens is the 19th century part. I’m not quite sure where the pirated stations on the 20″ CRT TV or the pulsating rhythms of the first-floor bar fit.

I came in at about 11 PM last night, was massively overcharged by an unscrupulous cab driver who expertly inferred my lack of local savoir faire, and took a brief stroll around midnight before coming up to fail miserably at the one task that matters right now: sleep.

At least the location is good – I’m about a block and a half from the Romanian Palace of the Parliament. Here’s a pic I’ve filched from Wikipedia:

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And the neighborhood is intensely … interesting, from what I could tell of it during a late night stroll. Lots of graffiti, which makes you think a bit, but also lots of people including couples and women out late at night. Some amazingly interesting architecture – I can’t wait for a daytime photowalk. At the risk of over-generalizing from an insufficient sample size, I’m guessing turn-of-the-century Romanian design was not about minimalism.

Ah well, it’s now 2:39, according to my trusy iPhone connecting to RO Vodafone, and 6:39 “home time.” Time for another attempt at counting those bloody sheep.

Good night, or something …

In Victoria, BC today

I’m in Victoria, BC today, right by the beautiful Inner Harbour:

It’s beautiful but cold – about 4 or 5 Celsius. Later today I have a meeting with James Shypitka, the CIO of the BC Ministry of Education. Hoping to learn more about what BC is doing in terms of educational technology.

Stuck in Toronto …

I’m supposed to be in Hartford tonight prepping for a DVD shoot … but thunderstorms have closed the airport.

Which means I’m cooling my heels in a Toronto airport hotel (not literally, it’s muggy here) until tomorrow …

The cameras will have to wait.

Nashville redux

As you’ve undoubtedly noticed if you’ve been reading my blog lately, I’ve been in Nashville attending the NAESP conference. Great city, great conference, and this is a great opportunity to check out the new WordPress gallery feature.

Some of my Nashville photos, after the link … click on any to see larger versions (and again to get a full-size version.) Oddly, the multi-file upload feature promised in WordPress 2.5 did not work.

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Ishi: Coming together in peace

Just had a great cab ride back from downtown Nashville to the ecological disaster they call the Gaylord Opryville. What an amazing conversation!

I always like to talk to cab drivers and learn something about the city, the people, the milieux of the place I’m visiting. Last month in New Orleans we had a cabbie who was a black gangsta version of Mario Andretti, and we cruised Nawlins with open windows, screeching tires, and rap music blaring out something incomprehensible that included “sojer boy” and “crib on 40 acres.”

This time coming back to the hotel we had Ishi, a black Muslim cabbie originally from Ethiopia. He chatted about war, Eritrea, Ethiopia, and where he was from. Then we got on the subject of religion when I asked if it was true that Eritrea was mostly Muslim and Ethiopia mostly Christian.

Turns out he’s a Muslim. The wonderful thing is that he was very open to talking about religion and other religions … the opposite of the “infidels must die” that we see too often in missives from the middle east. A clue as to why is his name, “Ishi,” which means “coming together.” His father gave him that name because one parent was Muslim and one parent was Christian (I forget which was which).

I told him he was carrying a bunch of Christians in his cab, slapped his shoulder as we both laughed, and then we drove right into a conversation about the Old Testament, New Testament, the Quran, and more. Neither of us converted the other 🙂 but the beautiful thing about the conversation was that we were having it … and no-one was shouting or angry or upset. In fact it was a wonderful conversation in which we shared our beliefs.

It turns out that Ishi has been in America for 17 years, and loves the multi-cultural aspects of his adopted country. He talked about Egypt and Iraq as places where religious differences end in death, and deplored that reality. And he was thankful to God that he’s been give the opportunity to live in a land and raise his family in a country where there is safety, the rule of law (he must have mentioned that 3 or 4 times) and the ability to have conversations where differences are expressed without anger, hatred, and violence.

When he pulled up at Opryland, we stayed in the cab for another 5 minutes, chatting. Finally we paid, I shook his hand, wished him the best of God’s blessings, and departed.

There is hope for peace among people of goodwill.

Light and color in St. Louis Cathedral

I’m in New Orleans for the week for a conference.

The big easy is an amazing place, to say the least. It’s my first time, and I’m enjoying it immensely.

Any city that prioritizes walkers over drivers can’t be all bad, and New Orleans is a great walking city. The art galleries are many, varied, and wonderful, as are the antiques stores.

New Orleans has distinctive smells, too. The ripe musk of the bayou nearby, the cooking spilling out from multiple restaurants in the French Quarter, the alcohol in a thousand hands on Bourbon street … and yes, the vomit on the sidewalk outside on of the thousand bars.

I’ve only started exploring the city in some of the hours not allocated to the conference, and I look forward to more over the next couple of days.

Asheville North Carolina trip

Just came back from a conference in Asheville, NC … up in the Smoky Mountains. It was freezing cold … -10 Celcius with windchill … so I only got out of the hotel once, really, and took these shots as I wandered the town.

Click for a larger image of each:

Thomas Wolfe's house House on a wire Police station in Asheville NC
Across from the police station Derelict building Light door
Dark door Asheville architecture Asheville architecture
Asheville city hall Asheville courthouse Building and tree

Back from NC

I came in from NC last night. Stepping out of Sea-Tac airport was great: wet but warm.

(North Carolina sort of feels like the North Pole right now … I was in Asheville and it was about -10 Celcius, with a killer wind.)

Good to be back … will be posting some pix here soon of the trip …

Thomas Wolfe's house House on a wire Police station in Asheville NC
Across from the police station Derelict building Light door
Dark door Asheville architecture Asheville architecture
Asheville city hall Asheville courthouse Building and tree

Osoyoos

Teresa and I recently took the kids to Osoyoos, BC, where we met up with 3 other families of relatives and spent a few days at a hotel. It was a much-needed break for all of us.

Check out the Flick photoset.

Unfortunately, Teresa broke her foot when we went horseback riding. The stablehands didn’t put the saddle on tight enough, and when one of the guides made her horse gallop for a moment, it slid off to the side of the horse – with Teresa on it. And, of course, she was holding Aidan, our youngest son.

Her foot was twisted in the stirrup – but we’re fortunate. It could have been worse – she could have been dragged.

There’s more to be said about that, but overall, even with that, it was a very enjoyable mini-vacation.

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Originally uploaded by johnkoetsier.

I had to take a shot of this … it’s one of the hundreds of trees on East Badger Road, on the route I drive on most days on my way to my Bellingham, WA office.

I hate hate hate to see trees destroyed – some of them real giants, some of them beautiful, wonderful trees – and the worst part of it is that they are being destroyed because of people like me.

I don’t live in the neighborhood, don’t work there either. I just drive through.

The other tragedy of road-widening is the dozens of home that all of a sudden are 20-30 feet closer to the road … and not just a 2-lane road anymore.

Progress!

5,279

That’s the number of kilometres Teresa and I drove on our recent road trip to California.

(I thought I’d finally post it just to remove it from my list of to-blog articles!)

Note: 1500 of those kilometres were done on the first killer day: Abbotsford BC to San Francisco, CA.

Work the pond: networking seminar

Everyone hates networking … except those who truly understand it.

As a dedicated shmoozing hater, I logged into a free seminar today in my Bellingham, WA office: Darcy Rezac’s Work the Pond. (The seminar link is here, and Darcy’s site is here.) I have to say, it was an hour well spent.

I had recently read on Guy Kawasaki’s blog that the best definition of networking ever was Darcy’s: “Discovering what you can do for someone else.” Put that way – as long as it’s real, and not just a superficial gloss over an avaricious interior – networking becomes a lot more palatable.

It’s not just me meeting people and getting business cards because I think that one day I can sell something to them or get them to hire me or otherwise benefit me. It’s people meeting people and communicating and sharing and helping each other. Much easier to swallow, and much less off-putting – at least for me.

Keep reading for my notes from the seminar. Better yet, check it out yourself in a spare hour (if you have one).

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John World Funk Mix

One of the things I did on my recent trip to San Antonio was to visit (quite accidently) the largest Starbucks in North America.

The entire first floor of this Starbucks on San Antonio’s riverwalk is what they call Hear Music. You get your java (or not), sit down at a computer station (stylish flat-screen monitors: network PCs, essentially), and start building your own CD.

It’s not a technological marvel – anyone with a CD burner can do the same. But it’s nicely packaged, there’s a cool selection of music, and you can customize the (cardboard) jewel case as well as the liner notes.

Which is cool, and which I did:

It’s the Texas style to commemorate my trip, but the music is much more world than country.

I called my disk John World Funk Mix, and it includes tracks from Adham Shaikh, Afro Celt Sound System, and Orchestra Baobab.

Very cool, a nice souvenir (small, soon-to-be-digital, useful, and memorable) and a great experience, all for about $15.

Renoir

While in San Antonio a week ago, one of our local sales consultants took me to the McNay Art Museum.

The McNay has a beautiful collection of works by well-known masters, but one piece that caught my eye in particular was a Renoir. But it was a Renoir with a difference – it was a sculpture.

Renoir started sculpture late in life, when his hands were already almost crippled by rheumatism. He worked with other artists, such as Ambroise Vollard and Richard Guino, to instantiate the visions in his mind.

Here, Washerwoman:

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More San Antonio architecture

San Antonio has some wonderful architecture, as I’ve previously posted. Here’s another taste.

They seem to like adding funky little additions to existing buildings:

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Another one. Perhaps they’re even built at the same time as the main building – but they sure add some flavor to the design.

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Lots of pattern and similarity in this government building near the Tower of the Americas and the new courthouse. Not much differentiation, though.

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A 15-20 metre high sculpture in downtown San Diego near the convention centre. Labeled Friendship or something like that. I took this shot from directly underneath it, in the middle of its two legs.

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Smaller buildings have their own flavor. This one might be boring and staid under the covers, but has been wrapped in living beauty:

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More designed than architected, this little cafe just jumps out of the background:

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San Antonio knows how to present itself after dark better than most cities. Here’s one of the towers of the old courthouse, near the Riverwalk.

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Arguably the most beautiful of all San Antonio buildings at night – the 275-year-old San Fernando cathedral, just across from the old courthouse. Beautiful!

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Platonic forms

Dallas airport is the biggest I’ve ever been in. It’s 4 airports in one, joined by a shuttle train that takes you on perhaps a 15-minute circuit between them all.

The shuttle stations are very modern, very bright, very white, and very minimalist. Here’s a detail of one of them:

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Jon Gordon: the energy addict

This is the fourth in a series of seminar notes that I’m blogging: good talks I attended while at NAESP in San Antonio.

Before I begin this one, here are all four:

  1. Eric Cupp: touching hearts, changing minds
  2. Christine Todd Whitman: on leadership
  3. Jon Gordon: the energy addict
  4. Glenda Hatchett: a promise to keep

Jon Gordon is an author, presenter, and self-described “energy addict.” I attended his session at NAESP, liked almost all of it, and took these notes:

About energy and negativity
Positive people live longer, healthier, happier lives.

On walking the talk
Quote from St. Francis of Assisi: “No use walking anywhere to preach unless you walk what you preach.”

About busy people
You feel like energy vending machines. People who come up to you have lots of quarters, and they use them. Do you feel out of stock?

About health and energy
It’s mostly a matter of choices: drink water, get lots of sleep. Eat stuff made from plants, not inplants. Walk every day. Breathe deeply. Sit up straight.

He mentions the Heart Math organization, where he gets a lot of his research and ideas from.

Practice breathing and silence every day.

On choosing positive energy over negative energy
Story: a man with went to the village wise man and told him that he had two dogs inside, a positive one and a negative one. “They’re always fighting, and I don’t know which one will win,” he said. The wise man said: “Feed the positive dog.”

How?

  1. Thoughts are magnetic …. stop thinking about what you don’t want, have, or do.
  2. Project the energy you want to receive (who do you like to hang around with: energetic, happy people, or negative, downer people?)
  3. Visualize 10 minutes every day: what you want to accomplish

“Be the change you want to see in the world.” (Ghandi)

Jon tells the story of a cab driver, George, who was irrespressibly cheerful. He happened to be in a bad mood that day, and didn’t appreciate it, but the driver kept smiling and making happy comments. Finally, Jon asked him why.

The man replied: “I love you.” Jon was wondering kind of nutcase he was, but then he continued. “God loves you and He made you and He made the world, and since He loves you, I love you. My job is not to drive a cab, my job is to make people’s days.”

On leadership

  1. Your energy must be greater than other’s doubt and negativity.
  2. Ask people to get onside: get “on your bus.”
  3. Don’t waste time or energy on the people who don’t get on the bus.
  4. Avoid “energy vampires.” Don’t let them get you down.
    As Ghandi said: “I will not let anyone walk through my mind with dirty feet.”

  5. Remember that where there is a void, negativity will fill it.

10 things to do to have more energy

  1. Smile
    Increases endorphins in both you and others who see you.

  2. Laugh
    Laughter is a major antidepressant – Jon talks about a study of depressed people who were basically forced to laugh several times a day. Most of them were able to go off their antidepressant medication.

  3. Be grateful
    It’s impossible to be miserable and grateful at the same time.

  4. Charge up your emotions
    Recharge from time to time. Take a day off.

  5. Go to be a success every night
    Keep a positive journal … make a note before going to bed of a few good things that happened that day. Focus on what is successful and good in your life, not on what is negative and failing.

  6. Remember your greatest moment
    What is your greatest moment? The birth of a child? A doctor’s announcement that your cancer is in remission? Remember it, savor it, bring it back to mind.

  7. Drive with enthusiasm
    George, the cab driver, said “I love life.” Do you?

  8. Love your passengers
    Appreciate those on the bus of life with you.

  9. Enjoy the ride
    You have to be having fun. If not, change something

Other tidbits
What he tells his kids when they complain: remember, kids, we’re winners, not whiners.

Eye contact when talking: women like 10-12 seconds, men only 2-3 seconds. More than that and men will think you’re challenging them.

Negativity has one good use: finding out what we don’t want.

What old people wish they had done more of
Researchers did a study of 95-year-olds and asked them what they would do differently if they could go back and do it all again.

Here’s what they said:

  1. Reflect more – take more time for thought and contemplation
  2. Take more chances
  3. Do something to leave a legacy beyond their lives

Now you have a chance to change something – before you’re 95 years old. What sould you change?

Judge Glenda Hatchett: A promise to keep

This is the third in a series of seminar notes that I’m blogging: good talks I attended while at NAESP in San Antonio.

Before I begin this one, here are all four:

  1. Eric Cupp: touching hearts, changing minds
  2. Christine Todd Whitman: on leadership
  3. Jon Gordon: the energy addict
  4. Glenda Hatchett: a promise to keep

Glenda Hatchett was the highest ranking woman at Delta Airlines, successful and well-paid, when she was asked to become a judge. Not wanting to, but feeling led by God to take it, she did, and has since become one of the most famous judges in the US (it helps that she’s on TV!)

She’s a fiery speaker: reminds me of a souther black Baptist minster preaching. Her speech was built around 2 main stories that she told: one of a 8-year old kid in her courtroom the first week of her new job, and one of herself and her relationship with her father.

My notes from her talk:

A promise to keep
Her first week, an 8-year old boy came in to her courtroom, looked around, and just starting shaking with fear. He had been left by his mother, a crack addict, at a homeless shelter. She said she’d come back for him, but she never did. He was there so the state could find him a place to live.

Glenda zipped off her judge’s robe, went down to him over the protests of her bailiff (this wasn’t the way judges were supposed to act) and gave that boy a long hug. Her promise was to help that boy, and over the next year, she did … getting his mother in rehab (several times) and finally, getting him back in home with a drug-free mother.

“Yo-yo prayers”
She didn’t want to be a judge, but she wanted to pray about her decisions. So she said a 10-second prayer about how she didn’t want to do it and tried to leave it at that. Of course, she couldn’t and the rest is history …

On failure
“There is no such thing as failure if you’re trying to get it right. You’re only warming up for success.”

One of her favorite quotes
Walt Disney had a quote for people who really impressed him: “you’re able to dream beyond your lifetime.” Think about that for a minute – that IS impressive. Do you dream beyond your lifetime? Do I? Real visionaries do. People who truly care about others do.

Write your own story
When she was little, her school in the south was segregated. And the black kids got the hand-me-down books from the white schools. Lousy, broken, ripped, mildewed – you name it.

She cried to her father: can I have a new book? Her father replied: write your own story.

She didn’t like it at the time – cried and went to her room – but that’s what she’s done with her life, and that’s what she’s motivating others to do as well: write their own stories.

Christine Todd Whitman: Leadership

This is the second in a series of seminar notes that I’m blogging: good talks I attended while at NAESP in San Antonio.

Before I begin this one, here are all four:

  1. Eric Cupp: touching hearts, changing minds
  2. Christine Todd Whitman: on leadership
  3. Jon Gordon: the energy addict
  4. Glenda Hatchett: a promise to keep

Christine Whitman is a former governor of New Jersey and EPA administrator. She also worked as an ESL teacher early in her career.

A couple of notes I made during her speech:

On leadership
“The best leaders are leaders because they want to do something, not because they want to be something.”

On knowing what’s going on
“Get out of the office!”

Eric Cupp: Touching hearts, changing minds

This is the first in a series of seminar notes that I’m blogging: good talks I attended while at NAESP in San Antonio.

Before I begin this one, here are all four:

  1. Eric Cupp: touching hearts, changing minds
  2. Christine Todd Whitman: on leadership
  3. Jon Gordon: the energy addict
  4. Glenda Hatchett: a promise to keep

Eric’s seminar was one of the best ones at NAESP – maybe the best. He’s a product of divorce, abuse, and neglect … and the love of just one teacher who loved him, gave him opportunities, and made him believe there might be something he could do with his life.

Some of my notes from his session:

What he tells kids he works with in schools
“Why do you do the right thing? Because that’s who you are!”

On communication
You cannot not communicate.

On helping kids who need it the most
Kids who get attention are the top few and the bottom few … the top few because they’re successful and smart and popular, the bottom few because they’re always in trouble for something.

Kids who get missed are the tweeners … the kids in between. And yet, if you look at successful people in the world, most of them are in this tweener area: success in school does not reliably predict success in life.

So: how do you help the tweeners?

  1. Meaningful touch
    Unloved and unpopular kids don’t get touched. Researchers studied what happened to people who didn’t get touched – looked at Vietnam war prisoners in the Hanoi Hilton. If you’re not touched for weeks and months, you start to feel you’re a dream. You doubt your reality. You doubt your validity. (My note: maybe this is why so many street people go a little crazy and start talking to themselves … who touches them?) So: appropriate and meaningful touch is important, even in this day of sickos and a resultant over-reaction.

  2. Spoken message
    Eric was talking to a class that was being plagued by disruptive kids, and he wanted to get positive peer pressure to help fix it. So he held up a $20 bill and asked kids, if it was theirs, and someone stole it, what they would do to get it back. Responses escalated from getting friends to help them, to teachers, to principals, to their parents. But they wanted it back.

    So, he said: these people who are disrupting the class are stealing from you to. What do you think is the difference in lifetime income between people who graduate from high school and those who don’t? $250,000. They’re stealing a quarter of a million dollars from you. What are you going to do about it?

  3. Honor
    Honor is wanting to know your world more than my own. It’s valuing you and what you think and what you like and what you’re interested in more that myself, and what I think and what I like and what I’m interested in. Honoring people – truly honoring people – is something you can’t pretend, but when you really do it, makes a huge difference in your relationships

  4. Picturing a special future
    The one thing that gets people through tough situations is hope. Hope is a candle on the far side of a dark cave, that can get people through a day, a year, a decade which they know is going to be tough. Picturing a special future is saying: “Wow, you’re great at singing. I think people will pay to hear you sing someday.” Or, “you really paint well. I think you could get a job as a graphic artist.”

  5. Active commitment
    Active commitment is sticking with people who need help. It’s actually doing something tangible. Eric told the story of a 16-year old girl who, only a few years ago, had never been to a mall. Never gotten any new clothes. Was dropped off by her mother at her grandmother’s home. Was hated by her grandmother. Was teased unmercifully at school.

    He took her to a store and they went clothes shopping – for the first time in her life. And she knew, maybe also for the first time in her life, that someone cared, that there was the possibility for a better future, that there was hope.

Great seminar. Eric speaks at schools all over the US and I highly recommend him.

Dragon bike

Saw this guy and his heavily customized motorcycle in downtown San Antonio today.

He rode all the way up from South America, and is collecting cash to take him and his bike all the way up to Alaska, and then to Europe.

Yes, that’s real flame – he presses a button and the dragon breathes fire!

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San Antonio: city of churches

San Antonio seems to be a city of churches.

Lutheran, Baptist, Episcopal, Roman Catholic: you name it, there’s a great old church here in San Antonio.

Appropriate enough for a city named after a saint, and founded as a missionary post, I guess.

Early this afternoon, I couldn’t resist taking a snap of this precious little girl sitting on a stone bench in the utterly glorious Episcopal church yard.

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(I just had to take the picture, but I took it quickly, not wanting her parents to see me and wonder if there was some kind of creep taking a picture of their little girl!)

What is this building?

OK, three guesses: what is this building?

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It’s not a factory.

It’s not a warehouse.

Not a school.

And no, not an office building either.

It’s a close-up look of the structures immediately above the back entrance of First Baptist Church of San Antonio, where I went to church this morning. It’s an immense conglomeration of buildings that goes back to 1864 or so, according to an usher that I spoke too.

One piece was added on by building right over a city street. That’s what this passageway used to be … this shot shows what used to be the exterior of Webb Hall:

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Off to Iraq

Met these three young men – US Marines – on the streets in San Antonio early this afternoon. In a couple of days, they’re deploying to Iraq.

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I shook each 18, 19-year-old’s hand, and told them I respected what they were doing. And I offered a prayer for their safety.

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By the way, there are a TON of uniformed people on the streets in San Antonio. I asked a few why, and apparently there are 5 or 6 army/air force bases in and around the city.

But that does not explain all the Navy personnel I see walking around in their dress whites … the nearest water must be around 150 kilometres away or so.

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