No, my PhD topic will not be the various and sundry ways to execute people. Tempting as it may be.
As I wander home from work, I cogitate on various topics. Initially, I had to resolve how I would use the money potentially won in the lottery. Since you can win different amounts, you need to have a general game plan – should the occasion arise. Now that I have my financial plans firmly in hand, I am ruminating on topics for classes. What do the little varmints of today need to learn? How can I use a history curricula to properly influence the next generation?
After spending a week cleaning up other people’s messes at work, two themes emerged: accountability and responsibility. I find it shocking how people blithely ignore potential problems and just want until a client complains about a problem. The concept of preventing/resolving the problem before the client sees it is novel and unwelcome. My contribution to the workforce of the future is an examination of leadership. Why is one leader (in any realm: business, government, sciences) considered more effective than another?
My current theory revolves around execution. The “vision thing” is critical to inspire people to join your cause. Pragmatically implementing the programs/tasks to realize the vision is another critical skill. Some leaders are bogged down by the practicalities of implementation. Others lack charisma or inspiration. Great leaders (FDR, JP Morgan, Attila the Hun) give their followers 1) a vision and 2) a plan to achieve the vision. If that plan isn’t executed properly, history is a harsh judge.
Improving my piano skills is one of my goals for this year. Serena, my Chartreux, objects to this goal. To be fair, I have not played in about 20 years. The rust is there. The piano also needs to be tuned and voiced. However, I am not that horrible, and the piano isn’t too offkey. Biting my knees is a bit of an extreme reaction to the situation.
Preston, the Greyhound, and Phoebe, the Siamese, have no objections to my efforts or to the piano’s sounds. Preston rolls over and goes back to sleep. Phoebe sits on the piano and watches the hammers plunk the strings. Serena bites my knees. She did seem to enjoy sitting in my lap and letting me use her paws to hit the keys. Perhaps she is a frustrated musician. No need to be violent about it.
Now that I am escaping corporate life, I have to restart my brain cells. Return to intellectualism and art. I also need to revamp my writing skills. PowerPoint has bastardized them. At work, I am forced to use UK English conventions. Not even good Economist rules. Crappy Collins English dictionary rules. Strunk and White are weeping.
My plan is to use this blog to brush up on the writing skills and log my intellectual/artistic endeavors. Over the next year, I have to relearn French & Russian, improve my piano skills, read history books, study for the GRE, embroider, and endure my daily work life until grad school acceptance. Fingers crossed. If I win more than $20 million in the lottery, I reserve the right to chuck these plans and open a greyhound retirement home. My real dream.
Off we go on our intellectual and artistic journey. Still observing the rules of alrisha – tying together disparate topics to create a whole.