Got to be good looking ’cause he’s so hard to see

He roller coaster
He got early warning
He got muddy water
He one Mojo filter
He say one and one and one is three
Got to be good looking
Cause he’s so hard to see
Come together right now
Over me

Come Together, The Beatles, 1969

Calcutta is a city of communities, something that becomes very visible during Durga Puja, a riotous festival held in the autumn. Every community, called a para, builds its own shrine to the goddess Durga, idolised in clay. That shrine becomes the centrepiece of the festivities throughout the six-day holiday, culminating, on the last day, in the ritual immersion of the idol in the waters of the Hooghly, following a frenetic parade through the city. It’s loud, it’s colourful, it’s very crowded, and it’s great fun. An experience not to be missed. When I was a child it also meant I was given new clothes and festival sweets, something I was very partial to. [Bengali sweets are something else, if you haven’t tried them then you haven’t lived].

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In those days house ownership was rare except for the very rich, rents were often fixed for life, and job mobility was low. So everyone tended to stay within the neighbourhood, and community spirit was strong without being particularly visible. There was an active neighbourhood watch, an outcome of that peculiar, often Eastern, trait of people who sit on the side of the road and watch the world go by.

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Geography has always been a strong driver towards the forming of community, as has religion or culture or for that matter any special interest. Communities tend to form around shared roots and experiences, interests and aspirations, a tendency exhibited in virtual as well as in flesh-and-blood communities. If you want to delve deeper into the topic of virtual communities, I would strongly recommend the writings of Howard Rheingold, Amy Jo Kim, Steven Johnson, Yochai Benkler, John Seely Brown and John Hagel. All underpinned by a healthy dose of The Cluetrain Manifesto and its writers Chris Locke, Doc Searls, David Weinberger and Rick Levine. I’ve read their stuff; I’ve met them; I’ve spent time with them; with some, I’ve even had the privilege of seeing them regularly and getting to know them. They’ve all been significant influences on my thinking about communities in general; my thanks to each and every one of them.

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When the purpose of the community is driven by shared experiences or aspirations, it adds a certain permanence to the entity. Interests and aspirations change slowly, if at all; roots and experiences, by definition, are matters of fact and shouldn’t be vulnerable to change. So for the most part communities can be considered to be permanent, or at the very least long-term in essence. That long-term nature facilitates the working of the community, since people get to know each other, get used to each other, understand the conventions and rituals of the community, share the goals and ideals.

Around thirty years ago, I started noticing that this permanency wasn’t necessarily an attribute of all communities. It started with my interest in sport in general, and in cricket, soccer and golf in particular. Club form didn’t always translate to country form; there were often conflicts between the needs of one and the other, which meant that training together wasn’t easy. And teams of people who hadn’t played together that often couldn’t just turn on the collective sparkle on demand. I saw this happen most often in soccer, when collections of very talented people produced far less than their perceived ability. It was less obvious in cricket, and I suspected that it was because international cricket teams toured regularly, thereby resolving the conflict between club and country for the period of the tour. Golf was a different ball game altogether: the camaraderie shown in the Ryder Cup stood out as an example of how people who hadn’t played together often could still gel as a team. I reasoned that it was largely because they still played relatively solo games; fourballs and foursomes needed collaboration in strategy and tactics, but execution was still an individual responsibility.

I began to think of national teams as transient communities, coming together for a specific short-term purpose and then disbanding once the purpose has been achieved. And I began to think about what made them tick. Or not. As time went by, in the early 1990s, the idea of co-opetition began to gather momentum, and examples of companies coming together for specific projects, opportunities, bids, became common. Companies that would collaborate on one bid competed on another, often in parallel. As was the fad at the time, no such phenomenon went unjargonised. So we started seeing the term “the holonic organisation” to describe this temporary coming together of strange bedfellows.

A few years later, I joined what was then Dresdner Kleinwort Benson. And again, perhaps because I’d begun to become a transient-community hammer, I saw transient community nails everywhere. The M&A department was a closed community, separated from others by formal “Chinese walls”. Whenever an advisory opportunity arose, a “pitch team” was assembled, drawing from a plethora of disciplines, often including people who were not part of the M&A department. When that happened, the outsiders were brought in “over the wall”; once the assignment was completed, they returned whence they came. A classic transient community, one that operated with skill and at speed.

That really intrigued me, coming on the back of my earlier observations on variations in levels of performance. How come these clusters of people worked so well together, despite their different origins and interests? That was about fifteen years ago, and I’ve had the opportunity to study the phenomenon more closely since.

A few years ago, when reading The Big Shift and The Power Of Pull, I began to visualise creation spaces, the places where collaboration curves were encouraged and fomented, as enablers of transient community. The hammer-meets-nail problem began to get worse: more recently, when I delved into Gartner’s “extreme collaboration” model, I couldn’t help but keep seeing transience and community Siamese in their twin-like-ness.

I came to the conclusion that traditional communities, be they flesh-and-blood or digital, were at their core permanent or near-permanent in nature, and often single-purpose. This model has served us well in the past, and, in many respects, will continue to do so in future. But it’s not the only model in town.

Spurred on by the accelerating pace of change and increasing complexity, there is a growing need for multidisciplinary communities, inherently transient, with membership drawn from communities with diverse purposes, coming together for a single relatively short-term objective.

Transient communities. Using the parlance of the Big Shift, I started thinking of them as “flow” communities rather than “stocks” communities, dynamic rather than static in nature.

The more I’ve thought about them, the more I’ve observed instances in practice, the more I’ve realised that there are some core principles that make such “flow” communities successful.

And here’s where I’m at with those principles:

A flow community comes together to solve a specific class of problem, one that cannot be solved by traditional communities.

The class of problem is characterised by the need for multiple and disparate skills, know-how and discipline, usually across diverse cultures and geographies. But those are not the core characteristics.

The core characteristic of a flow community is that of having to align a complex array of purposes within the community, derived from and represented by the diversity of membership.

Flow communities tend to come together for a finite time, and then disband. Entry to, and egress from, the community, needs to be kept simple yet respect the separations called for by the diversity of membership mentioned earlier.

When they come together, the members of the community “leave their titles at the door”; for the community to execute successfully, this is what makes the difference. Disparate people explicitly ejecting their bag and baggage in order to fulfil a short-term purpose that has the support of their originating communities, despite contention, sometimes even conflict, in purpose.

As a result, the behaviours inherent in traditional communities (which, particularly in the enterprise context, often resemble company departments or groups) are minimised. These behaviours, very tribal in nature, tend to replicate the very reasons that the problem couldn’t be solved in the first place, and must be explicitly excluded from the flow community.

Lacking the permanency of interest and purpose, flow communities need to resolve interpersonal trust at speed and at scale. Tools must exist to simplify and ease the process: of finding the right person or people; of validating that person’s reputation and skill “by inspection”; of discovering, in real time, what is happening in the community; of providing feedback effectively.

Most importantly, the flow community respects the boundaries of the community for the duration of the assignment. People can be invited into the community; people can leave the community; everything happens under the Chatham House Rule.

There’s a lot more I can say on the subject, but I’ll stop for now and await your comments, in whatever style or channel you choose. I try and contain my posts to around the 1500 word mark.

I Can See For Miles

I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles

I Can See For Miles (Pete Townshend), The Who, 1967

 

UTA Flight 772. On Tuesday 19th September 1989, flying from Brazzaville in the Republic of Congo, having landed and then taken off from N’Djamena in Chad en route Paris CDG, the plane blew up in an explosion while cruising at 10,700m. A suitcase bomb planted by Libyan terrorists. All passengers and crew died. 170 human beings perished in midair. The wreckage was littered all over the desert below. There but for the grace of God.

Most of us find it hard to remember the crash. Most of us haven’t heard of UTA. Many of us wouldn’t know precisely where Brazzaville was. For that matter, few amongst us would know how to spell N’Djamena. And the Sahara isn’t the world’s most populous place. Not that many witnesses or passers-by.

170 souls. All but forgotten.

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Except for the families of the victims. They remembered. They will never forget.

And so they built a memorial to the victims, a memorial that deserves to be seen. Go see it now.

The victims deserve it. The families of the victims deserve it. Every victim of terrorism deserves it. Every family of victims of terrorism deserves it.This memorial is a fitting response to acts of cowardice, powerful yet humane, creative yet stark.
My thanks to those who envisioned it, who built it, and who chose to share it with the rest of us.

 

 

 

Do You Want To Know A Secret?

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Do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?

Do You Want To Know A Secret, The Beatles

A few days ago, the Pew Internet And American Life Project released a detailed report on Teens, Social Media and Privacy. Worth reading whether you’re a teen or a parent. Especially worth reading if you’re a parent.

I’m not going to go through in detail here: those of you who are interested will read the whole report anyway, and those who only want a useful summary will probably be better off reading danah boyd’s excellent post on the subject.

So this is not a summary. Instead, I’m just sharing some of the findings that I found remarkable, in the sense of their being worth remarking on.

  • While I’d seen some research on it, and noticed some things anecdotally, this was the first time the issue of race-based divisions in social media really stood out for me. Twitter usage in general stood out, as did “following” and friending habits in the context of celebrities. That made me think even more about the importance of role models.
  • I wasn’t surprised to see that teens were largely comfortable with handling their Facebook privacy settings, but I didn’t expect to see that 70% of teens are Facebook friends with their parents. All three of my children have friended me, two are no longer teens but remain friends; I had the impression that the number friending their parents was lower than 70%; perhaps I hadn’t allowed for a difference between voluntary and enforced friendship.
  • It was good to see that over half the teens say they have had “an experience online that made them feel good about themselves” …. too often, I hear the opposite, stories about bullying and victimisation. As with most technologies, there are both good and bad ways to use social media.
  • Interestingly, while they restrict access to “friends only” they don’t really bother to differentiate within that; it may be that they don’t think it’s worth the effort.
  • For some time now, I’ve known that people have “Facebook birthdays”, separate and distinct from their real birthdays. I have occasionally wished a colleague only to be greeted with a bemused look, and, upon investigating, realised they’d put up a fictitious date of birth on Facebook. It appears that teenagers have learnt to do this, and related stuff.
  • I was delighted to learn that they prune their presence regularly, removing social objects that hadn’t received enough positive feedback, reviewing their friend lists, and so on.
  • I was also intrigued to know that they’ve learnt to hide in plain sight, use coded messages in the open.

Overall a fascinating report. I may write a longer post when I finish reading it twice over, something that is likely to happen when I fly to Sydney at the end of this week.

Let me know what you think, and if you’d like me to cover or comment on something specific in the report.

These are words that go together well

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I’ve just finished reading Jonas Jonasson’s The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared.

Here’s how the author summarises the book:

On his hundredth birthday, just as the celebrations are about to begin out in the lounge in the old people’s home, Allan Karlsson hastily decides that he wants nothing to do with the party. He climbs through his window and disappears – and soon he has turned the whole nation on its head. He does have some experience in these matters. He has previously done the same thing with the world.

It’s a rare book. Joyous, refreshing, insane. I’m not going to review it here, other than to say it may be the most enjoyable book I’ve read this century.

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I’m a sucker for “Road” books: I have over 200 different editions of Don Quixote, distributed across the four centuries of the book’s existence. I even have a “three-way-crossing:” book: Robert M Pirsig’s copy of Baron Munchhausen and On The Road, bound together in one volume. So yes, I’m a Road Book sucker, and Jonasson’s book definitely falls into that category. But that’s not the only reason I loved the book.

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The book I was reading was a translation.

Not just any old translation.

A labour of love.

Rod Bradbury does an amazing job. It is hard enough to write a good book. It is even harder to write a great translation.

I’ve been enchanted by translations and translators for nigh on 50 years. Goes all the way back to when I first heard Michelle by the Beatles. [How times change. I find it hard to believe I live in an age where I have to provide a hyperlink to “the Beatles”.] Anyway, back to the song. I must have been nine or ten when I heard it, and I was very taken with the appropriateness of the translation: how these/are/words/that/go/to-/geth/-er/well appeared in French as sont/des/mots/qui/vont/très/bien/en-/semble. The use of short words in the original and in the translation, the way those words kept the same meaning yet retained the melody as well, that was the magic I saw and loved.

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And that’s probably why I liked the Joan Baez version of Where Have All The Flowers Gone, which I heard for the first time, in German, at Devang Khakhar’s house in 1968. [If any of you readers are or were at IIT Bombay, it’s the same guy. We had some great times together as children, 1967-69.]

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Translators do a very hard job, and are often underappreciated. We take them for granted. Yet they perform a very important function, expressing something from one language into another, switching contexts skilfully. If I stay with the original theme of translation in literature, it’s heartening to see that there are many instances of good translations about nowadays. Keigo Higashino’s The Devotion of Suspect X is a classic recent example. A superb book, superbly translated by Alexander Smith. We are privileged to live in a time when books written in one language in one country are so readily available in others, and in relatively short order.

Talking about translation, my father did something strange. He bought himself a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo in the original French, along with a French-to-English dictionary, and proceeded to “reverse-engineer” the book, teaching himself French in the process. He claimed he still had the French book with all his jottings, but we could not find it. I do remember finding a green cloth-bound version in English, with gilt lettering on the spine; I hope one of my siblings still has that book.

We continue to learn about how we learn. Recently, I was intrigued by something Douglas Hofstadter has been saying in a recent talk, describing the brain as an “analogy machine“. A part of me thinks that analogies and metaphors are also translation devices, that people who use analogies well perform a similar role. [I shall stoutly resist the temptation to describe the role as “analogous”]. Incidentally, confession time. At least some of you reading this, and seeing Hofstadter’s name, immediately went Godel, Escher, Bach right?

Translation takes place in many contexts. I spent the last few days in Jordan, at a World Economic Forum meeting. The speakers spoke in many languages. All I had to do was to pick up a headset, turn on, tune in, and thereby not drop out of the conversation. A privilege, made possible by the hard work of live translators. That privilege meant I could witness and appreciate, and to an infinitesimal extent even participate, in a really important initiative emerging under the auspices of the Forum: Breaking The Impasse. More about this later.

When you describe your symptoms to a doctor and she interprets it into something where the root cause can be determined, that’s a form of translation. When you tell a salesman what you want, and he responds, that’s a form of translation.

Most projects are about translation, interpreting what is needed by listening to a variety of sources and inputs. Which, incidentally, gives me the opportunity to highlight an old favourite of mine, Tell Me What You Want (And I’ll Give You What You Need). An underestimated track from a great band, the Doobie Brothers, and a brilliant album, What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits.

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Even when it comes to information technology, there’s a lot of translation to be done. And good translation requires many things to happen. You need to be a really good listener. I mean really good. You need to be able to store what’s said and to replay it on demand. You need to be able to do that iteratively: Is this what you said? Did I get it right? That’s why, in disk technology, particularly when there’s a phase change involved,  “RAW checks” are performed, the read-after-write checks that ensure what you recorded is true to the original and intelligible when replayed.

The listening skills have to go beyond record-and-replay, archive-and-restore. You have to be able to interpret what has been said from its original context to one where someone else can do something with it. So there’s a second, more important, iteration going on. “Is this what you meant? Have I understood you correctly?”

Much of what people called agile development is about these two steps, listening intently and then translating from one context to another, repeatedly, until the customer can say “That’s it, that is what I want”.

Change has been a constant for some time now, and agile processes were developed in response.

For the past decade or two, something else has changed. The pace of change. And that pace continues to grow.

Which means that we need to become better listeners, better recorders, better interpreters.

Better translators.

Live-translating from one context to another.

A hard thing to do.

Which is why I salute translators everywhere. You do a hard job and you do it well. We could not learn as much as we do if people like you didn’t exist.

Won’t Get Fooled Again

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again

Won’t Get Fooled Again (Pete Townshend) The Who, 1971

I was born in 1957. Which meant that most of my growing up happened in the Sixties and Seventies: my taste in music, as some of you no doubt have figured out, is deeply influenced by the musicians of the time. As I grow older, my appreciation for that privilege grows.

Childhood is a time for heroes, and I drew on the pantheon of the time for my choices. Some are no more: I never got the chance to see John Lennon in person, nor Janis Joplin, nor Jim Morrison, nor Jimi Hendrix, nor Jim Croce, amongst others. But that didn’t stop me eating at Threadgill’s, and meeting Ingrid Croce and having a meal at Croce’s, or visiting Père Lachaise and Strawberry Fields to pay my respects. [I haven’t yet made it to Greenwood].

I’ve stayed true to the music I grew up with, and over the years I’ve been able to see Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones, the Grateful Dead, John Mayall, the Who (but without Keith Moon), Led Zeppelin (but without John Bonham), Steve Winwood, Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, Cream, Queen, Eric Clapton, Simon and Garfunkel, John Martyn, Joe Cocker, Leonard Cohen, Jethro Tull, Crosby Stills and Nash, Neil Young, Don McLean, Donovan, Stevie Wonder, Cat Stevens, Van Morrison, the Moody Blues, and a few more besides. This year alone, I hope to see Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen, Ian Anderson/Jethro Tull and Crosby Stills and Nash.

I knew I was deeply into Sixties and Seventies music. I never thought it would mean I’d become a regular at concerts given by musicians in their sixties and seventies. It’s been an incredible privilege to hear and watch so many of my boyhood heroes, even more so because I’ve even been able to meet, and converse with, a few of them. Which brings me to the point of this post.

Pete Townshend.

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I had the pleasure of meeting Pete a few days ago, as I travelled back from Toronto. He’s a quiet, charming man, someone who is careful and measured in what he says. Our paths crossed serendipitously a few times over the trip and in Heathrow, and a few things stood out for me. While he wasn’t really into Twitter or Facebook as yet, he spoke about how music was changing as a result of empowered people connected through networks, how the performance and the audience were becoming more intertwined, less separable. While he concentrated on the meaning of what he was trying to say through his music (his writing has often been based on, and reflective of, his experiences), he was acutely aware of the technology underpinning the music, and how it was changing. He spoke about how primitive the recording equipment was for Live At Leeds, which to this day remains one of the best live albums ever produced; how today’s DJs produced quite elaborate sets, unthinkable a few decades ago, and earned money comparable to today’s top artists as a result; and he spoke about how performances were themselves becoming more holistic, more encompassing of diverse talents and disciplines, richer in the context of the instruments and media used. All of which means we can look forward to a real masterpiece when he unveils Floss.

I’d read his autobiography, but meeting the man did something for me and to me. I felt I understood something more about who he was, his humility, his humanity.

The words he used to describe Won’t Get Fooled Again, as quoted in Pete’s Diaries in May 2006, took on a fuller meaning for me as a result.

Of course the song has no party-allied political message at all. It is not precisely a song that decries revolution — it suggests that we will indeed fight in the streets — but that revolution, like all action, can have results we cannot predict. Don’t expect to see what you expect to see. Expect nothing and you might gain everything.

The way he ends the post is also important:

Spike Lee told my manager that he…. “deeply understood Who music”… what he understood was what he himself — like so many others — had made it. He saw an outrage and a frustration, even a judgment or empty indictment in the song that wasn’t there. What is there is a prayer.

After meeting Pete, I understood a little more about that prayer.

We live in times of tremendous change, of real turbulence in society globally. Some of those changes reflect economic challenges, some are environmental in nature, some are driven by political turmoil. Some of the new technologies may seem to exacerbate those tensions; and there’s a new generation out there, a generation that contains my children, our children, and those that will follow them.

And when I think about the world we have prepared for them, I realise the need for prayer is even greater.

Won’t Get Fooled Again. A song that marked and influenced a generation, with each of us making of it what we will.

A song. And a prayer.