New Buzzwords For The New Year

Happy New Year!

This time of year we get inundated with lists.  In the past few days I’ve seen lists of the top ten best and worst of just about everything in 2011.

My theory is that we like lists because (1) they are easy to read and (2) they give us a sense of community when we find that we share similar likes and dislikes as other people.

But I managed to find a list that is neither easy to read nor conducive to a feeling of belonging to the mainstream.  It is a list of the top twenty-five up and coming business buzzwords from Business News Daily.

These are terms that we are likely to hear in 2012 as people attempt to make simple things sound esoteric and complicated.  For some reason, business people like to do that.

Sometimes this is desirable, at least for people delivering bad news.  For example, if a company’s sales are down, why would they want to say something as prosaic as “sales and profits are down” and run the risk of having to explain why when they could say, “the Y axis of the revenue curve continues to sustain sub optimal impetus over time with a concomitant microeconomic entropic impact on earnings.”

When giving a presentation, it is infinitely preferable to bore and confuse your audience, rather than to simply bore them.  And when you make people think that things are really complex and difficult, they like you.  Because then they don’t feel so bad about not being able to figure out what’s going on.

Let’s have a look at some of these terms that you are likely to hear this year to see how simple ideas can be complicated with fancy terminology.

Crowdsource.  Not a term you could reasonably work out from the context.  I thought it referred to the source of a crowd as in “The Justin Bieber concert proved to be a real crowdsource.”  But no.  It means outsourcing your work to the crowd.  It originally referred to diverse groups developing software and this was supposed to be Good because theoretically everyone would contribute their own personal cool feature or idea and the solution would be all things to all people.  This is why your smart phone is smarter than you (i.e., you can’t figure out how it works).

Another more disturbing application of crowdsourcing was when the company that makes Doritos had customers off the street design the Doritos Superbowl ad.  A lot of people in the marketing/PR world were breathless over the idea because the theory is that the most effective advertising would be designed by the very people who were supposed to be targeted by the advertising.  But it sounds to me like making a prisoner plug in the electric chair before they strap him in.

Fremium.  A really stupid word to describe something we all dislike.  It is a combination of the words “free” and “premium” and refers to a product offering in which you get part for free and then pay a premium for other (indispensable) parts.  So you might get a phone for free but pay through the nose for a calling plan.  So basically you should ignore the “free” in fremium.

Digital nomad.  Someone who can work anywhere because of technology.  Big deal.  Why do we need a term to describe that phenomenon?  When was the last time you were at a party and someone came up to you and introduced themselves saying, “Hi, I’m Waldo Poindexter, digital nomad.”  But it sounds better than saying, “My job doesn’t require me to interact with other people and I like it that way.  So does my boss.”

Big data.  Wow, this one’s really esoteric.  It refers to giant databases of stuff that are hard to manage with traditional database management systems.  Things like weather patterns, population trends and the list of Paris Hilton’s Twitter followers are big data.  For some reason, no one seems to be talking about little data.

Knowledge economy.  Another economy that we like to talk about because it’s doing better than the real economy.  The problem is that you can be rich in knowledge and still be broke.  And worse, there are a lot of really wealthy people out there who are fairly bankrupt when it comes to the knowledge economy.

Skills transfer.  Just what you think it means.  But doesn’t your resume sound better if you say, “I am looking for an opportunity for a mutually beneficial skills transfer,” instead of, “I’m hoping to put my years of fast food service experience to good use”?

Cross platform. A fancy term to describe why iTunes from Apple runs on your Windows computer.

Social looping.  Getting in the loop, e.g., by joining a Facebook group.  Now you know.

Gamification.  I don’t know what’s worse—the word or the concept.  The idea is that everyone likes playing games, especially video games, so if we make everything look and feel like a game, life will be better.  Already widespread in schools, someone is trying to do this for tax return preparation.  How will you win that one?

Although a lot of fancy new terms are IT related, not surprisingly the best ones come from the world of marketing.  Here’s a sample of some new names given to old ideas.

Authority marketing.  Remember those TV ads where the guy in the white coat says “I’m not a doctor, but I play one on TV?”  That’s authority marketing.  The idea is that people will listen to (and buy stuff on the recommendation of) experts.

Osmosis marketing.  A fancy term for a horrible concept that is employed by marketers who can’t find an authority to advertise their product.  The idea is that if we are exposed to enough advertising about a product, eventually we will break down and buy it.  When used in a military context, the term is “saturation bombing.”

Retail curation.  Gird thy loins for this one.  A curator in a museum is the person who organizes the exhibits and makes them tell a meaningful story.  A retail curator organizes products in a retail setting and, according to trendwatching.com, pre-selects “what to buy, what to experience, what to wear, what to read, what to drink and so on.”  So basically this is outsourcing your life to someone else.  I don’t like this concept because (1) I believe we should exercise our free will and (2) it is responsible for things like Crocs and the overabundance of vampire and zombie books and movies.

I’m not sure you will find many opportunities to use these words in casual conversation in the New Year, but at least the next time you are exposed to some osmosis marketing, do some social looping or are victimized by a fremium scheme, you will know what to call it.  And if you see a retail curator–run!

All That Glitters?

We’ve been going to a few Christmas get togethers in the past few weeks and one thing is for sure—someone always wants to talk about the economy.  That comes as no surprise, given that it’s something that affects all of us and things are looking, well, really bad.

I’m sure you’ve been in these discussions before, and if you’re like me, you forget what was said and by whom fairly quickly because let’s face it, no one knows what’s going on or what will happen tomorrow much less next year.

But the other day someone raised an issue that got my attention and has had, as they say persistence.  The idea is that the best thing to do with idle assets (if any) is to buy gold.  Sell your stocks and bonds, cash in your certificates of deposit and buy real gold and put it in a safety deposit box because it’s going to keep going up.

Now it’s true that if someone had given me that advice ten years ago and I’d listened to them, I’d be very happy today.  The price has gone up over $1,000 per ounce over that time.

So I decided to do some research on buying gold.  Like where you buy it and how you get it home and stuff like that.

And that’s when things started to go wrong.  There are tons of gold buying websites out there but what got my attention was the advertisements for gold-related Christmas presents.  It might not be too late for you to add some of these to your Christmas list.

Here they are, in no particular order of incomprehensibility.

T.T Trunks of Paris provides upscale trunks.  They look like storage trunks but they’re not the black and silver sorts of things you are probably familiar with.  These trunks, for people who have it all, have it all.  The website says:  “We designed our trunks in order to meet the lifestyle of the XXI century, that is more mobile, more interconnected.  In addition to their intrinsic functions, our trunks are equipped with applications to allow recharging portable devices such as your computer or telephone.  Thus, no matter where you are in the world, you stay connected.”  One model is designed to “complement first class hotel suites” and includes a refrigerator.

I like the idea of luggage with “intrinsic functions.”  But, why, you might ask do you want to be able to charge your phone via your luggage?  And what does this have to do with gold?  You guessed it.  The website continues:  “All our metallic pieces are available in several finishing like Nickel, Palladium or 24 carat Gold.  We also realize any metal engravings to personalize your lockers and other rivets.”

Twenty-four carat gold luggage?

But wait.  If you think that gold on your luggage is wretched excess, it gets better.  A company called Mr. Kennedy will provide you with 24 carat gold shoelaces for $19,000 a pair.  They are made out of woven gold threads using “ancient artisan jewellery techniques.”  And when you buy a pair, “they will be delivered by security and laced for you anywhere in the world.”

And of course there is the gold cheese you may have heard about.  A cheese company in England is selling a cheese “shot-through with a combination of real edible gold leaf, and real gold-Cinnamon Schnapps.”  It sells for sixty pounds for 100 grams, which is roughly $422 a pound.

As I say, investing in gold is a complex business—I thought that all you could do was buy krugerrands or bullion but there are a lot more choices out there.  Except I don’t think the cheese will appreciate in value.

Have a great holiday season!

They’re Back! And With A Vengeance

Over the past few months, I have been congratulating myself about my highly effective bird-proofing of the nursery at the farm.  Back in February I launched a major assault.  They won the first round of battle, but I declared decisive victory in the second.

All through the winter I’ve been perfecting my defences, even going so far as to install swivel-mounted raptor cutouts to convince any birds who might be looking for lodging that the neighborhood was decidedly unsafe.

Everything was going well and as spring came and it came time for birds to start building nests, I kept a watchful eye for any unauthorized settlement activity.  It was quiet.  Too quiet.

Then last week happened.

It was like they had been waiting for the right moment.  We hadn’t been up to the farm for about a week and on arriving were greeted with evidence that the birds were busy.  That thing that looks like a turd on top of the light is the makings of a nest.

Right in front of an owl-like wind chime and a fearsome black predator!  Clearly, the birds had gotten toughened up over the winter.  Fortunately, the nest was in the early stages and once human traffic started up, they abandoned the site and went elsewhere.

But it wasn’t until I went inside the nursery that I started to get really worried about whether I’d been underestimating the power (and malevolence) of the bird mentality.

I had previously found the spots through which they were gaining access to the nesting sites (basically, every crack and crevice), and using a variety of methods, I had blocked them off.  Some I covered with pieces of wood, some I put wire mesh over and some I used spray foam insulation (one of the most diabolical inventions in history).  Those main defense works were guarded by a network of raptor cut outs and old CDs.

As best I can piece together what must have happened is that the birds decided to test the defences and when they held, they decided to show their displeasure.

The first clue that something was amiss was a lot of flaky stuff on the floor.  Closer inspection revealed it to be pieces of insulation that they had tried to peck out.  Fortunately it held, but I was fairly alarming to think that they would actually show such aggressive behaviour.

My theory is that having failed to penetrate the insulation and other barriers, they tried carpet bombing, whether because they thought it would help them get access or, more likely, they wanted to express their extreme displeasure.

I’m limiting the number of pictures, because you get the idea.  But they did that everywhere.  How am I not supposed to assume they weren’t just being vindictive?

They even pooped on the raptor!

Needless to say, I have new respect for the foe.

Pre-mission Briefing??

Synchronicity

Last night I experienced another interesting example of synchronicity.  The New Zealand Symphony Orchestra presented Metropolis, a silent film.  The orchestra played the sound track (really good) while the movie  was shown on a big screen.  The movie was an amazing experience—fascinating and thought provoking.

Metropolis was made in Germany in 1927 by Fritz Lang and is supposed to be about the dehumanizing effects of capitalism.  We’d bought tickets for the show back in January, little knowing how timely the subject would become.

Before I get to the synchronicity,  first let me tell you a little about the movie.

It is very strange in  that silent movie way.  The Metropolis is this giant art deco city built by a mega industrialist.  He and the “Managers” live fantastically comfortable  and privileged lives as do their sons. (They don’t seem to have any daughters.)

The workers, on the other hand, live and work in “The Depths” and they are portrayed as broken automatons mindlessly operating bizarre and complicated machines and responding only to the giant steam whistle which marks the beginning and the end of their ten hour shifts.

The big boss’s son starts wondering about why he has it so good when the workers exist only to make money for the Managers, and he sets about to do something about it.  The film then embarks on a series of wild art deco science fiction daring rescue mob violence scenes and, to make long story short, all’s well that ends well.

What made the experience particularly interesting is that the Occupy Auckland protest (a New Zealand version of Occupy Wall Street) was going on right outside the Town Hall where the concert was held.

My wife and I had arrived early and decided to have a walk around the tent city.

Compared to other major orchestras, the NZSO has a wonderfully relaxed dress code to encourage a wider audience.   Nevertheless, I felt a little conspicuous wandering around talking to the people and taking pictures.  Unfortunately I was taking pics with my new mobile phone which I can’t understand (another story altogether) so some of the best pictures came out blurry or non-existent.  But you get the idea:

The sign above says:  “It is well enough that people do not understand our banking and monetary system, for it they did I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow” –Henry Ford.

The tent city is right next to the Auckland Town Hall where the Orchestra plays.

Everyone we met was friendly and interesting and welcoming, especially the security guy at the entrance with whom we spent a bit of time chatting and he even posed for a special photo for us while doing a little guitar haka:

And I got a bracelet to show my solidarity:

Walking around the tent city and interacting with the people there was valuable and it was a great way to lead into watching Metropolis. 

The theme of the movie, and the means to the reconciliation between the workers and management is the recognition that everyone should be working
for the same side and is interdependent.  The head (management) needs a mediator with the hands (the workers) and the best mediator between the head and the hands is the heart.

It isn’t such a bad idea in the real world as well. Perhaps a little less of me and a bit more of us is the answer.

The Dangers Of Reading The News

The Rugby World Cup tournament ended last weekend and I’m pleased to report that the New Zealand All Blacks have won for the first time since 1987!  It’s safe to say that the whole country is pretty much in a state of euphoria.

Everyone has been predicting that one of these days, we’re all going to wake up with a giant hangover and realize that we have to get back to reality.

Today that happened to me.  Stories about the All Blacks are dropping from the front pages and now we have to contend with, well, reality.

I think I prefer the alternative.

Maybe I’m feeling indestructible because of having watched some rugby, but I just wasn’t prepared for the news stories today that talked about what a dangerous place the world has become.

For example, there’s the story about the dangers of germs on petrol (gas) pump handles.  Who knew?  And as if there is anything clean at a gas station.  In the article, there was a demand for sanitary wipes at gas pumps so users can sanitize them before they fill up.  But that is only if providing rubber gloves is deemed to not be cost effective.

I hope you don’t lose too much sleep now that you know the risky behaviour you’ve been engaging in all these years.  It might help you put things in perspective when you learn that the study that found all those nasty germs on the pump handles was commissioned by Kimberly-Clark, the company that makes Kleenex and sanitary wipes.

But when it comes to living on the edge, nothing can top the tale of a woman who was flying from Canada to Australia with her two kids, aged four and two.  When they arrived in Australia, they went to board their domestic flight home and because the two year old wasn’t wearing shoes, they weren’t allowed on the plane.

I’ve flown from LA to Australia before and I can tell you that is one of the last things you’d want to hear when you are on the last leg of your trip home.

The airline said that it was their policy, for safety reasons, that anyone who can walk must be wearing shoes to board the plane.  It’s OK to take off your shoes
once you’re aboard.

The airline people were nice enough to go to the lost and found and find a pair of shoes for the kid and they nicely rebooked the trio on the next flight.

But then.  The woman for some reason missed that flight (shopping for shoes, perhaps?) and this time the airline wasn’t so accommodating.  They made her buy tickets for another flight.  And didn’t refund the cost of the original flight.  She claims she’s out $1,200 and is outraged.

I must admit to mixed feelings about this story.  I can’t help believe that if the woman had been carrying the kid he would have gotten on the plane without a second glance.

And let’s face it.  How much more safe is a two year old on a plane when he’s wearing shoes?  I don’t know the answer to that.  But you have to wonder about the other part of the story which is that the kid’s shoes were “misplaced” on the
flight from Canada.   I’ve been on long haul flights with two year olds before.
Lots of times.  And I can easily imagine a scenario where by the time the plane landed the mother wouldn’t have even noticed, or cared, that the shoes had been “misplaced” because of the excitement the kid had created on the flight. I’m glad I wasn’t there to know the truth.

 And speaking of excitement, the Occupy Wall Street movement got a huge boost in the Southern Hemisphere the other day.

The Queen is in Australia for a Commonwealth conference and during a public appearance, a guy who claims affiliation with the Occupy movement mooned Her Majesty.  Not only that, he was “clenching” an Australian flag “between his cheeks.”

He’s been charged with public nuisance and wilful exposure.  His defence is that nowadays you even see bare butts in PG programming so it’s no big deal and that he was careful to limit his exposure:  “Not the front at all. There were loads of people there to see the Queen. I wouldn’t want all of them seeing (that).” He has pled guilty, proudly proclaiming:  “I mooned the Queen!” and is going to be sentenced on Friday.

When’s the next Rugby World Cup?

Technology Strikes Again!

Great news on the technology front!  For those of us who are insufficiently beautiful to make it into Beautiful People, there is a Plan B.

A new service, known as FakeGirlfriend allows you to pretend you have a girlfriend even if you don’t.  There are also fake boyfriend services available.

Here’s how it works. You create a contact for your “Girlfriend” on your cell phone and where you would put in a phone number for a real person, you put in the FakeGirlfriend phone number that appears on their web site.  That’s it.

Then, when you are out with your friends and for some reason decide that you want to demonstrate that you have a significant other, you send a text to your “girlfriend” and “she” sends back a loving text to you!  Or as the FakeGirlfriend web site puts it, you get a “girlfriend-esque” message.

As you know, I’m always on the lookout for new ways in which technology is improving our lives.  Admittedly, I’ve fallen behind in scouting the technosphere for new and exciting technology solutions to life’s pressing problems since Angry Birds came along.  But FakeGirlfriend demands our attention.

First of all, let’s look at the philosophy behind FakeGirlfriend.  Based on the website, this app is designed for people who have actual friends in the real world but feel like losers among those friends because they don’t have “girlfriends.”  FakeGirlfriend’s objective is to make those friends think that the user has a girlfriend.

I guess that the idea that you can maintain the fiction of a fake girlfriend by showing text messages to your friends is plausible in a social networking world of virtual relationships.  But FakeGirlfriend is designed to work in the real world and that’s where I’m confused.  What does it say about how we are supposed to interact with our friends.

Worse, if the idea behind FakeGirlfriend catches on, the underlying premise of most sitcoms and Hollywood romantic comedies will have suddenly been rendered null and void because there won’t be any more need for stories about blind dates and people looking for Mr/Ms Right.

Here’s the scenario I picture.  Everyone is out for the evening.  It may be a group of guys or mixed couples and singles.  One guy feels like a loser because he is a single person.  So he ostentatiously whips out his phone and says, “Hmmm, I wonder how my hot girlfriend is doing.”  He covertly calls FakeGirlfriend.  Moments later, his ringtone (which is probably the Star Wars theme) tells him that he has a text message.  With exaggerated coolness he studies the message and says, “Oh, isn’t that sweet.  She misses me.”  And then, presumably, he shows the text to his friends. Because otherwise they might get suspicious.  And presumably they all say, “Oh.  You are so lucky to have a girlfriend like that.”  And life is good again.

Am I missing something here?  Is it just me or is there something needy and
desperate about the whole process?

And more importantly, wouldn’t a potential user of the service say, “Who’s that supposed to fool?”  I know that excessive playing of video games can impair the development of the frontal cortex which controls executive functions and the ability to link cause and effect.  But let’s face it, everyone knows that eventually someone is going to ask, “Why didn’t your girlfriend come tonight?” Or “Why don’t you bring her tomorrow?” Or, very possibly, “If she’s so great, how come you’re hanging around with us?”

The whole idea of a fictional girlfriend sounds like way too much trouble.  Wouldn’t it be easier to put down the cell phone and find a real girlfriend rather than expend the energy to come up with excuses as to why the fake girlfriend is never around?  Not only that, maybe one of your friends has someone they want to introduce you to but they figure there’s no point because you are smitten by this woman who sends you loving text messages.  Assuming you still do have friends if you make a point of showing them “girlfriend-esque” text messages all the time.

Let’s assume that because of my general inability to “get it” when it comes to technology, there is another dimension to FakeGirlfriend that I haven’t been able to figure out.  Maybe  in the world of people who have grown up with Tamagotchis the idea doesn’t  sound so crazy.  But the next time a friend shows me a text message from his absent but excruciatingly hot girlfriend, I’m going to demand some corpus delicti.

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Thus Spake the Millennials

We are having a National election on November 26.  But you wouldn’t know it because the politicians have declared a temporary truce during the Rugby World Cup and there has been no campaigning.

The official reason is because we have a lot of overseas guests and we should be focusing on showing New Zealand at its best rather than airing dirty laundry.  But the real reason is probably that the politicians don’t want to take time away
from rugby watching by having to campaign.

In any event, no one is complaining.

It will be a fairly important election for three reasons.  First, in my opinion, all
elections are important.  Second, with everything going on in the world from a political and economic perspective, political leadership is more important than ever.  Lastly, the incumbent prime minister is up for re-election.  He is tremendously popular and polls indicate that he may get enough votes to form a government without a coalition.  With that in mind he has been very forthright in saying exactly what he will do if elected.  So voters are theoretically better informed than ever and should either support the guy if they agree with him or go out and vote for an opponent so their voice can be heard.

Call me old fashioned, but it’s kind of refreshing to see a reasonably vibrant democracy in action and especially one that is civil enough to suspend politics while the country is partying.

But that didn’t stop the media from springing a nasty surprise on us.  In New Zealand voting isn’t mandatory, but registering to vote is.  You can be fined $100 if you don’t register.  The news report was that even after a blitz registration campaign by Elections New Zealand,  about 25% of young adults between the ages of 18-29 have yet to enrol to vote.

When a sample of non-registering Millennials were asked why, they didn’t say, “I forgot.”  Or, “I’m going to do it, I just haven’t gotten around to it.”  No.  They said things like, “It’s uncool.” And, “Voting is something adults do.”

Some used the “my vote doesn’t count anyway,” excuse.  But most terrifying was the fairly widespread claim of “I’m politically aware but choose to express my
views using other avenues such as social networking.”

If I understand that utterance correctly, there has been a failure on someone’s part in explaining the concept of voting to these people.  News flash:  Expressing your opinion on MySpace is not the same thing as voting.

What worries me about this phenomenon, aside from the fact that there are 18-29 year olds who do not consider themselves adults, is that it is probably is not limited to New Zealand.  It shows a shocking lack of engagement with the real world and a generation gap that is just the opposite of the one in the 1960s.

Back then, young people were making noise and listening to good music while adults were telling them not to rock the boat and listening to bad music.  Today adults are listening to good music and asking why the world is in the condition is and young people are saying don’t bother us while listening to bad music.

As 18th century French philosopher Charles de Montesquieu said, “The tyranny of a prince in a monarchy is not so dangerous to the public welfare as the apathy of a citizen in a democracy.”  Too bad de Montesquieu is not on Facebook.