OK, I Have A Problem
The best groups I've ever formed or facilitated have members who are uniformly comfortable being vulnerable. My wife commented once, while sitting in with the group's permission, that it was the first such meeting she'd ever attended where no one,
Episode 49: Why We Eat Our Young
The endemic cynicism and pessimism of so many people remind me of alligators who habitually eat their own offspring. Have you noticed that many of us search for bad news and seem to believe that things are never good enough? Let's put things back into perspective.
Alan Weiss’s Word of the Week™ – 9/12/18
Today's word: golconda.
Bells and Whistles
SIMPLIFY whatever it is you do. There is a tropism toward complexity. Fight it. The complex is not worth more and is not more impressive. It is simply irritating. When people call me and are amazed there is no intermediary the often
Work and Play
I've encouraged people to use their personal hobbies and passions in their work. For example, if you play an instrument, use the metaphors in your web presence and collateral: "harmony, off-key, pitch perfect," etc. If you're a tennis player, there
Alan Weiss’s Monday Morning Memo® – 9/10/18
We’ve just returned (yesterday) from our first safari. I hosted the entire family. I’m creating an exception to my usual short observations in Monday Morning Memo to share my very fresh reactions with you. The silence is stunning. We are motoring
Fly the Ocean in A Silver Plane
We've just flown about 18,000 miles in 10 days, stayed at one of the finest hotels in Johannesburg (or in Africa), then in an exquisite game lodge in the "bush," and spent four full days leaving from 6 am to
High Maintenance
A woman's seat in business class apparently wasn't working, so British Air upgraded her to the one empty first class seat. She then took over a bin meant for two, made incessant demands, and acted like some member of the
Out of Africa
The silence is stunning. We are motoring through the South African Veldt and when the engine is turned off you hear only silence. It is broken by an occasional bird’s trill, the bird itself an iridescent, curved-beak glider looking to