In organizational systems, people tend to put the gas and brake peddles under the wrong feet. Give the dreamers (Inc. and Ltd.) a blank cheque without accountability and they'll most likely blow it all out the tailpipe at top speed. And there are countless examples of the bizarre lack of accountability for those pushing barrel loads of cash into one another's muskets. Put all the remaining pennies in the vice-grip of controllers (intelectual property banks) without a way forward and they'll scowl at every gas station, refusing to put a drop in the tank until they figure it out for themselves, or make you recreate yourself to be just like them anyway, so you're really an extension of them for free. The geek with the most IT wins. "We" say tribal knowledge rules as long as "we're" the chief...
It's amazing to watch people who don't have money get money. It's also just as amazing to watch people with money lose it. Neither group really knows what to do with or without money. Yes, I'm generalizing. It's like money and wealth systems have the power to turn most people inside out. "It", whatever it is, controls them. And poor decisions get made all over that matrix cause there's nothing like anxiety to drive fear to distraction. Oh, but we train and prepare ourselves past the fear... we're pretty much stable psychopathic iconoclasts of the common sense revolution.
But, really... the issues we're facing in our local communities and global relationships amidst surging storms, collapsing bridges and smoggy olympic games are not about money. Ask someone with a dream what they would do with a million bucks. The immediate response will tell you a lot about their hearts. Because having something makes you accountable before those who don't have anything at all.
Ask someone what they're going to do with the billion they already have and they'll look at you like you just slapped them, like you have no right asking, like you've just walked in on them bucknaked in a shower... The look on that face is priceless ... They snear, "Read my year end report!" Right, like that year end isn't the biggest gong show pie chart in the world. Reveals just enough to make you look credible... but make sure to sweep away the carnage. If you want the real story, you have to have someone open their books.
Amazing what money does to people. Billion is the new million and there's lots of "opportunities" to take "advantage" of. Non-disclosure confidentiality agreements all around if you please... bring in the fleet of lawyers and put a vice-grip on this thing. We're all equals at the table, right!? ... Well, we'll see.
People are either givers or takers. Get enough givers together and the pressure starts to lessen a bit, the ties loosen ... and the vision starts to clear, and a way forward might just be found... as long as everyone of those givers stays a giver... one greedy taker on a team is like a venturi of suction in the wrong direction.
When you look at the headlines, at marketing, at elections, at causes, it's all typically about winning, controlling and leveraging the attention of others... or keeping them on the line once you have the little card carriers toting your brand. Some personalities are masters at holding attention, at gaining trust. They know when to grab it, massage it and release it... mezmerizing. They know what strings to pull when and how in order to get pavlov's dogs drooling for more. They even know how to shock our socks off and clear our plates for more. They teach us what to remember and what to forget.
If you can master the system of media, technology and have the right story... and the next gen product... you can rule the day and rewrite everything. The bad side: Win people's attention and you can leverage them into a place where you can control them, manipulate them, suck the pennies right out of them. That's the kind of heavy handed dominance that used to birth countless bloody revolutions... but now we have pro sports, night clubs, neo-pharm, online poker, sexy phones, a million looping tunes and porn to dull anarchy's edge.
Where is the real fruit of all this globally everywhere, depersonalized and distant, tacitly voyeuristic interface? Is "tacitly voyeuristic" even allowed to be put together in english? Is it spelled right... Can I make up my own language? Taci-euristic sounds like something Tigger would say or a new way of doing business in Tibet.
Live Aid to Live 8 "awareness" bubbles.... what's next? Who knows, but we'll all know more about it when that wave comes... but it'll be cool dished out in a cool way and there will be ring tone downloads... no wait, that's way too 2002 ... we will download whole tunes playing in the background of every activists conversation... our own satelite news channel just for us, the activists... phones that get reception in the jungle, in the desert, and it's ours, on all our phones... only our phones are in... activists of the world unite... Hey, every conversation on every mobile phone could sound like you're always in the back of a night club amidst that revolutionary conversation ... I guess there's a downside, "What's that Bill, can't hear you, wow this party is in orbit ... sorry, what? I'm losing you in the swell of lights, emotions and endless chugs of bottled water from the bar."
You can't "entertain" a voluntary army into serving the people living in the gutters of the two- third's developing world. The arts paint a certain picture and extrapolate a certain history longing forward, leaning toward a certain hope. It takes guts to be a martyr muse... to be one that gets painted long after you're long gone. Cause you didn't step into that space to have someone put you on a canvas. So get off the bloody easel and just start living your life.
Ahhh, get viral with marketing and crowd source... do the ME to WE and well, now "you" have a wave of Wii ... and you can just hear that tide coming in ... brand heaven... when you have "consumer confidence" on your side you're King or Queen for a day and you can give everyone what YOU want, not what THEY want... cause nobody really knows what they want, right? Confuse them into trusting you. And what you want is cheaper for you to produce and more for them to pay... perfect. So it's up to you to pave paradise and put up your parking lot, or someone else will take advantage of the cheap real estate. You won't stay there long anyways. Sell it to the losers. There's other sweeter deals.
Most of our western knowledge is derived from extension, a manipulated, edited and overly- pasturized "mediated" extension of the republic ... until I'm eyeball to eyeball with a person and see how they live day to day I won't really know ... which is why we have to get less polished and get off our thrones and sacred bloodlines and more into each others faces ... there is a new way forward and it cuts through a lot of this successful hero shit, where the sexiest named coffee (grown by an exotic out of contact with the real world, well paid family of ten) gets sipped by activists who know what's really going on in the real world while they sniff that overpriced swirling shakra scented wonderland waft of enlightenment (coffee, sugar, chocolate, spices, textiles, oil, diamonds... does it matter).
Then the reality hits, the day to day grind of the ordinary average "citizen" ... the smelling salts of cubicle 16 hour work day abuse. Like you know you're brothers when you've had a smoke together right after a battle with that VP. And your hands are still shaking from that bullet grazing your temple and you're both listening to one another quietly, and it's real simple and monotone, nearly whispering, about how you want to see your families and lovers again, cause you were just on the edge of your own lives together and everything boils down to who you want to hold and love. You know you can go to war with a guy when you just saw him shit himself in the trench beside you and he looks at you embarassingly, holding his helmut on his head with one hand and holding up his pants with the other. That's the soundbite of film that always ends up on the editing room floor ... doesn't sell ... Editor Tom calls Director Steve, "Umm, Steve, in this scene here the guy shit himself right ... should we cut that out? I think so. Right. Ya ... I guess we can't put dead bodies on the front of the New York Times every day now can we." And this Dilbert moment happens all the time in office cubicles everywhere. Cut 'em lose and let 'em drift.
Look at the macro, where companies and banks and international trade unions are buying and selling influence and the sea of leverage and sanctions and free trade and fair trade and aid and fade to black from the anchor desk ... when you start peeling it all back and taking a hard look in... you might just start recognizing patterns and structures that are diametrically opposed to any good intent any simple "individual" with half a brain might have (Lion: If I only had a brain).
Put a gorgeous refugee on the runway who causes us to remember that there's still millions of refugees struggling to survive every day. Heaven breathes into the dust... and we end up polishing all the dust into glass bubbles ... breathing into the fishbowl with our own version of the story of how it's all going to be. How we're going to swim each other in circles 'till we're all belly up. Don't ever let us out of the bowl to swim free. It's dangerous out there. We're poor little goldfish tickling the underbelly of a shark... enjoying the slip stream - about to get consumed, plancton breathed into the gape of that bottomless whale. It's a scary world.... where's my next coffee.
Yes, there's never been this many people on the planet before. Yes, we've all ended up here and are not sure how to get there from here. Yes, the first world is terribly and stupidly dependent on 110 year old technologies of oil and gas and now coal... again, and nuclear, again. You think smog is bad in Europe or North America... don't visit India or China... you'll come home to your bubble hacking up your lungs for six months.
And then you take it down to the micro, into personal hopes and dreams. And you want to build something simple and honourable, and yet not corny or packaged or stale dated like an awkward tinsel crowned shine Jesus shine down main street. And you want to "build it" into your field of dreams to help others, to change the world... You have a dream. And you start saturating yourself with all the information available from the truest sources you can find ... and it all incubates over time... and a storyboard of concepts starts to resurface in your consciousness and you start mapping it out privately and then sharing your lyric and tune here and there with friends and a corporate expression of your original intent starts to manifest itself amidst others and you sure hope people understand it ... and you're getting ready to take off.
And you scribble on a napkin hoping to reach the lift of the thermals