It’s a testament to Steve Jobs’ famous “reality distortion field” that I did not get to finish his biography on my Kindle. Admittedly, it was a blasphemous deed from the very start, but it was Jobs’ decision that Apple would not come up with a proper electronic-ink e-book reader. He probably wasn’t much of a reader himself, if he thought that you can read books on an LCD screen. Amazon’s Kindle was yet another technological revolution that he failed to acknowledge, caught as he was squeezing reality into his narrow field of view:

“It doesn’t matter how good or bad the product is”, he said upon the launch of the first Kindle, “the fact is that people don’t read anymore.”

Now, isn’t that ironic? The nearly 600 pages biography of the man who pronounced reading dead has been the number one best seller in its first week of publication and, one month later, is one of the best selling titles of the year.

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If I were Professor Barnett, I would begin next year’s course on the Global Context of Management with this picture. It speaks a thousand words about cultural distances:

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I will remember this evening as one of the most privileged moments spent at the business school. This little woman, our colleague, whose tribulations none of us has ever suspected, shared with us the painful details of the tragedy that torn apart her life, her family, her faith. Her voice trembling at times, her watery eyes questioning an ever silent God, she went bravely through her self-imposed ordeal and gave us the full account of her emotional agony.

“I have been in caregiver mode most of my life”, she replied when asked if she has time to care a little for herself these days, “so I guess I need to take a course in caring for myself to learn how to do that”. Indeed, even as she was telling her story, it felt as if she was the one taking care of us, uplifting us as we were walking with her through the dark.

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Thank you, Dorothy & Robert King!


In my early twenties I used to hang out with this half-British-half-Spanish friend from the office. She was 12 years my senior. For a couple of years, we went clubbing together, becoming regulars of the then pretty rare and not tremendously popular house music venues. We were partying hard. We’d start on Fridays, sleep a few hours on Saturdays and start again in the evening. We’d go to sleep exhausted Sunday late in the afternoon, wishing the working week would be shorter and the weekends longer.

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Doing the Finance practice midterms is like trying to reassemble a gadget that you just broke into pieces in a failed attempt to fix it: in theory, you know what goes where, but when you actually start doing it, you realize you have no idea what some of the pieces are good for and why are there more screws than holes. Well, never mind, you end up saying to yourself, and you diligently proceed to fill the holes.


“So, Steven, if what you say about the demise of the electric car a decade ago is right, am I to assume that the same will apply today and that the Tesla vehicle will fail? Will you lend me some money to short Tesla and become a billionaire?”

John, one of our CAT (Critical and Analytical Thinking) instructors, who uttered the aforementioned remark in response to his colleague’s reasoning, may have wondered why his otherwise legitimate question prompted a huge smile on my face.

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What Saturday night should have looked like: expand to a cheerful market of beer consumers, gain a first-mover advantage with a pretty student, establish an aspirational brand through an unconventional PR campaign and cut down the opportunity costs of getting her home by executing the critical tasks of proposing to share a cab.

What Saturday night actually looked like: snorted a one line strategy statement, had a few shots of competitive advantage, drank a full bottle of organizational design, smoked a large portion of PIE and went to bed with what was left of it, preparing myself for the Sunday morning price-quality hangover.


A colleague shared this on Facebook. There are times when I feel the same:


 

I’m not particularly attached to objects so, when I left Romania, I gave away most of stuff. I stopped short of parting with my Nespresso machine and my Tivoli table radio mainly because I wanted to bring some sense of familiarity in my new home. I also believed this would be a sound financial decision: it seemed cheaper to ship them than to buy new ones here. But things don’t always pan out as we expect.

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