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Commerce. Hubbub. The noisy marketplace. The tens, hundreds, and thousands of small exchanges. In the store, online, over the phone, from an airplane. It’s like an ecology, the ecology of the economy. The creation and shifting of resources from one area of the ecology to another. All voluntarily. All based on what we value, on what we think is worth the expending and spending of resources. The values, where do they come from?
As entrepreneurs, we design “the value exchanges:” those interactions that bring together buyers, workers, suppliers, owners, and indirectly, their surrounding environments. If we’ve done our job well, each party leaves the exchange with greater value than they brought to it. In a very real sense, they are affirmed in that value through their interactions with the others. The whole process is a way of cooperating to make the imaginary real, the potential actual, the unseen seen. It also transcends the laws of matter: while the physical matter doesn’t increase, paradoxically the whole enchilada just grew, because it grew in a non-material dimension: in the minds and souls of the participating parties. Read more
Last month, I saw something that torqued my brain while I was driving to Cinnabon. Why was I headed to Cinnabon? Great question, Inspector General. I needed a four-pack to realize my lifelong dream of eating several Cinnabon Classic Rolls in my underpants during a movie marathon.
The day was lining up nicely for dream fulfillment. I had the house to myself for most of the day, so I wouldn’t have to share my cinnamon rolls because screw that. I procured the movies This Is Where I Leave You, While We’re Young, and The Family Man because I didn’t just want to eat cinnamon rolls in my underpants, I wanted to cry while eating cinnamon rolls in my underpants. And on that particular day, my mindset was just right: I felt inclined to actively reach for my dreams while simultaneously feeling comfortable with the prospect of type two diabetes. Read more
I was browsing HBR’s Twitter feed, trolling for some blog post inspiration. But what actually happened was simultaneous inspiration and kind of wanting to barf.
I found an article called “Zoning Out Can Make You More Productive.”
I space out all the time, and apparently, it makes me awesome. Read more
On April Fool’s Day, Tesla Motors pulled a super-lame prank that doesn’t even deserve to be dignified with the term “prank.” They announced the “Tesla Model W” which they said was a watch. But guess what? They’re not really developing a watch. Hilarious, right?
The Tesla press release even included this picture of the Model W and some guy’s junk:
One way to get me to do almost anything is to call me a chicken. As a matter of fact, just inferring that I’m a chicken is usually enough. I even do it to myself to motivate me.
Which is how I ended up asking for a 100% raise and a $10,000 bonus.
Back Story: Last summer my board of directors asked me to take on additional responsibilities with no additional pay. I knew we didn’t have any money for raises at that time. (Being the company comptroller,¹ I know crap like that.) I’m also a team player, and I didn’t want anybody to think I’m a chicken, so I agreed.