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		<title>The Message in the Cryptex</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 18:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Different venues, different audiences, but the same query: Six times in as many months, I stood in front of a group asking (perhaps demanding) that I answer the same question. Audiences can be scary — and the question pointed to the heart of the matter.</p> <p>In each case, I had been invited —and cheerfully [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Different venues, different audiences, but the same query: Six times in as many months, I stood in front of a group asking (perhaps demanding) that I answer the same question. Audiences can be scary — and the question pointed to the heart of the matter.</p>
<p>In each case, I had been invited —and cheerfully agreed — to talk about web 2.0 and online networks, these new fangled &#8220;social&#8221; technologies. But, the audiences wanted brass tacks — my academic musings and observations from on high were not enough. The crowd was hungry. They wanted the secret answer.</p>
<p>Folks listened patiently — but only up to a point. I, no doubt, had waxed idiotically on about social technologies being &#8220;messy, fast, and casual&#8221; — generally ill suited to any sort of organizational context. They are designed to be &#8220;personal.&#8221; They don&#8217;t adapt well to the organizational context, and I don&#8217;t think they ever will.</p>
<p>To that, well… I&#8217;ve always felt Marion Barry, the former Washington DC mayor, put it eloquently (in three little words): &#8220;Get over it.&#8221; The fact of the matter is, with social media, an organization no longer can speak with a single voice, or deliver a single message. We need to get over it. It&#8217;s all about one-to-one personal communications, only it&#8217;s one-to-one with thousands or hundreds of thousands, of people. Sounding silly, I&#8217;ve said that since the &#8216;net began and it&#8217;s truer today than ever.</p>
<p>But, such answers have not been enough for hungry audiences, waving netbooks, iPhones, torches and pitchforks.</p>
<p>Folks <em>know </em>there is a secret; what&#8217;s worse, they <em>want</em> the secret. They&#8217;re unabashed. After all, Obama&#8217;s campaign had proven it, right? The virtual cat was out of the digital bag, and it was time for me to come clean. (Pitchforks and torches not withstanding —obviously, I&#8217;ve a bit of a love-hate relationship with these presentation things.)</p>
<p>The question on the lips and placards of the angry villagers, the Question with a capital &#8220;Q&#8221;, is simple: &#8220;How can we raise money with these new social networking things?&#8221;</p>
<p>I suppose I could blame Election &#8217;08 — specifically Barack Obama — for setting the stage. His campaign&#8217;s success was evident. They <em>had </em>raised money, apparently with online social networks. They had also rewritten the rules of politics, and perhaps changed the world forever.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, the answer is not so simple. Moreover, deep down inside, that question is tinged with an underlying belief, a belief that more &#8220;friends,&#8221; more &#8220;followers&#8221; equals $uccess. (That&#8217;s bull, by the way, pure and simple.)</p>
<p>Nevertheless, nonprofits are nonplussed; they want to raise money with Facebook, or Twitter, or whatever. In the end, it&#8217;s the ends. It&#8217;s dollars, not donuts, not even the euphemistic &#8220;constituent building.&#8221; It&#8217;s about money, filthy lucre— and deep down inside they <em>know</em> that they&#8217;re missing the boat. (So, it&#8217;s damn the Tweets, and full speed ahead.)</p>
<p>This belief persists, despite the facts. The facts are clear: social networks are much better &#8220;friend raisers&#8221; than they&#8217;ll ever be &#8220;fund raisers.&#8221; But, believe is difficult to fight, logically or otherwise. Social networks are<em> the</em> big thing, like direct mail, or telephones, or fax, or email before them. (And, like those that have come before, we are rapidly filling up web 2.0 with random streams of amazing stupidity – but that&#8217;s another discussion.)</p>
<p>The &#8220;Social Networks = $uccess&#8221; belief is ubiquitous. Recently, I reviewed more than 90 grant applications, proposals focused on the intersection of jazz and technology, a far cry from my typical business. However, the same threads were there — a remarkable and overwhelming percentage cited the same holy trinity: Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter. I read it so often I started to refer to it by acronym (FYT — pronounced Pffufft).</p>
<p>&#8216;Till now, I&#8217;ve had no ready answer for the Question. Nothing I say seems to satisfy — folks want the secret code.</p>
<p>Lean in a little closer. Today I&#8217;m going to tell you that answer.</p>
<p>Here it is: the secret decoder ring, the magic ingredient, the answer to the Question of how to raise money with online social networks. Ready?</p>
<p><strong><span id="more-352"></span>Step One…</strong> First, you get yourself an Obama.</p>
<p>Wait… Don&#8217;t hit that big &#8220;X&#8221; …</p>
<p>I say this with all seriousness. First you get yourself an Obama. That&#8217;s the secret of the Obama campaign. It was Obama — not Facebook, not Twitter, and not the bevy of would-be Dick &#8220;Bite-me&#8221; Morrises or the myriad of MoveOn&#8217;s anxious to fill up your inbox, dance across your Facebook page, or displace Ashton Kutcher in the Twitterstream of useless things in 140 characters.</p>
<p>The real secret is this: It&#8217;s never the tools, it&#8217;s the content. It&#8217;s never the medium, it&#8217;s the message.</p>
<p>The tools <em>can</em> make it easier to deliver the &#8220;ask,&#8221; and they can surely smooth the logistics of it all, but it&#8217;s still all about the message; it&#8217;s the content, stupid. More followers does not equal $uccess, unless you&#8217;re Ashton Kutcher. And that only works because Ashton Kutcher is selling Ashton Kutchers. (Or maybe he&#8217;s selling Demi Moores? I&#8217;m never sure.)</p>
<p>There you have it, the message in the cryptex, the answer to the Question. Tools only streamline the process. Today&#8217;s fancy network tools, social or otherwise, can move mountains, remove the barriers, streamline the donation, facilitate the transaction, and instantaneously validate the act of giving, relaying thanks, community, appreciation, and a receipt.</p>
<p>But, fundraising is about content; it&#8217;s about the Obama-factor. Facebook? YouTube? Twitter? Pffufft&#8230; Tools don&#8217;t create community. Get over it.</p>
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		<title>Get Thee Behind Me, Disco Duck!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 23:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hate splash pages. I hate being held hostage. The topic came up recently on the “<a href="http://tech.groups.yahoo.com/group/Information_Systems_Forum" target="_blank">Information Systems Forum</a>” listserv. It’s a listserv of diverse participants, gracefully managed by the indefatigable <a href="http://deborahelizabethfinn.com/" target="_blank">Deborah Elizabeth Finn</a>.</p>
<p>The question was: “Are splash pages effective.” I thought about it for a few days and I posted a response. Michael Gilbert (who I think of as my own personal Perry White) suggested I repost my response here, on the Diner. (I think he’s worried that I haven’t posted much stuff in the last few months. Not to worry Michael, it was just a dry spell caused by excessive time travel.)</p>
<p>On this particular list, the recent conversations have drifted into the rights and wrongs of collecting (and using) personal information (like one’s birthday) for fundraising, and, more recently, the efficacy of “splash” pages — especially by nonprofits. While musing over the thread, I was reminded by an early example — a pre-internet example — of an attempt to hold an audience hostage.</p>
<p>You’ll find my original post below, (slightly edited and embellished to make me look more thoughtful):</p>
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<p>I’m equal opportunity: I hate pop-ups, pop-unders, pop-overs, fly-bys, and those cutesy floating windows too. Oh, and those “Do you want to take our survey” windows, I hate them too. Most of the time, if I can, I ignore them.</p>
<p>To be honest, I think, quite frankly, so does everyone else. Bottom line, if I can’t ignore such things — worse, if they try to hold me hostage — I’ll probably never return.</p>
<p>For the life of me, I can’t figure out how advertizing on web pages actually results in anything but ad sales to Google. In all truthfulness, I can’t even remember “seeing” the ads on most pages. My mind has learned to filter them out. Strangely, with hardcopy magazines, the adverts are half the fun of reading.</p>
<p>Quite on the side: It reminds me that there is a not-so-subtle schizophrenia to today’s internets — a crazy wackiness that seems to pit us against ourselves. It’s everywhere. It’s the ongoing drive to, on one hand, figure out how all this stuff might pay for itself, juxtaposed, on the other hand, with the almost universal hatred of all the ways people try to make this stuff pay for itself.</p>
<p>Sometimes the madness manifests itself in a particular ironic fashion. My favorite example is the use of banner ads to advertize software designed to stop banner ads. Clearly, there is a particular self-loathing paradox to that concept.</p>
<p>Even more clearly, there is some sort of dynamic tension between free and not free. Moreover, it’s a tension that manifests itself in the seemingly endless conversations about “monetization” that sneaks into the otherwise idealism of the bevy of entrepreneurs-two-dot-oh. I don’t have an answer, but I can tell you that the answer is definitely <em>not</em> irritating your members, customers, constituents, or patrons. There lies madness.</p>
<p>Here’s my example: It was the late 70’s. It was the pledge drive on KPFT &#8211; the Houston (Texas) Pacifica station I listened to (religiously) in graduate school.  It was a rather wild and unruly radio station.  I loved it.  Until.  That day.  That fateful day.</p>
<p>One day, that day, someone got the wise idea of holding the listeners ransom &#8211; they decided to play &#8220;Disco Duck&#8221; nonstop until they hit their pledge goals.</p>
<p>Now, rest assured, I have tremendous tolerance, and as a grad student, I was known to listen to just about anything from Neal Diamond, to Mott the Hoople, on through Coltrane, and Monk, and Miles, and to the gravely grumbles of Tom Waits, and beyond, to Zappa (turned up so loud that the nails would pop out of drywall&#8230;) all politely tempered with Elvis Costello (Elvis is King)&#8230; and, well, I admit it, maybe a little Little Feat&#8230; It was Texas, after all. (No Manilow, and for gawd’s sake, no Debby Boone — one has to draw the line somewhere.)</p>
<p>but&#8230;  but&#8230; but&#8230; Disco Duck … nonstop <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc5d01_riBo" target="_blank">Disco Duck</a>! Oh, the humanity.</p>
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<p>To me, splash screens &#8211; especially ones that force you to watch some piece of, ahem&#8230; content&#8230; Well, they&#8217;re a bit like Disco Duck, played nonstop.</p>
<p>My rule is never, ever, ever, put a barrier between your members, customers, disciples, acolytes, or whatever, and the silver plate. Being alienated or irritating does not make you friends, and, IMHO, it most definitely does not raise money. Raising money is about message, involvement, community, and — lord love a duck —follow-on action.  At best, people learn to ignore the silly and irritating tricks (maybe they unconsciously start humming &#8220;Disco Duck” too often), at worst they hate you and never come back again.</p>
<p>Years later, when working with a member cooperative, I was reminded of similar mistakes made by the early food-coop movement. Someone, somewhere, came up with the hair-brained idea that members of a food-coop should volunteer time working — shinning the crystals, pricing cheese curd, or just pressing the tofu. Whoever it was should be bonked on the head, repeatedly, with a loaf of organic spelt hippy-bread.</p>
<p>Luckily, that thinking has gone the way of disco. But, it’s still a classic (and painful) example of creating an unneeded barrier between you and a sale, a member, a donation, or whatever. Good fundraising is about breaking down the barriers, not putting up new, technological ones. Keep the duck, and the splash, in the tub (with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkZsSydzQjM" target="_blank">the fat man and the blues</a>) where it belongs.</p>
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		<title>Unintended Consequences</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 23:22:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The culprits struck in the dead of night, repeatedly. With each subsequent attack, we doubled-down, increased the bet. There was no choice. Such small acts of vandalism speak volumes. Such attacks are disheartening. I find it hard to fathom that whilst praising freedom, or liberty, or democracy, people would attempt to rob me of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The culprits struck in the dead of night, repeatedly. With each subsequent attack, we doubled-down, increased the bet. There was no choice. Such small acts of vandalism speak volumes. Such attacks are disheartening. I find it hard to fathom that whilst praising freedom, or liberty, or democracy, people would attempt to rob me of mine. Defiance is the only recourse. Defiance (minor as it was in this case) is the only acceptable response to totalitarianism, no matter what form it takes.</p>
<p>I have to admit, I had had a twinge of trepidation when the signs first went up. Truly, elections bring out the silly season. There was an edge of only slightly veiled intolerance this time around, fanned by the various candidates themselves. &#8220;Not good,&#8221; I thought to myself. &#8220;It&#8217;s not wise to fan the flames of wackiness. We&#8217;ve got too much of it.&#8221;</p>
<p>Relatively rural, there is little around me to temper such flames. I lack the protection of a crowd, wise or otherwise. And, I didn&#8217;t want to end up with a cross — or a ying-yang symbol for that matter — scorched into my front lawn. Shaking my head, I shrugged off the trepidation. If one can&#8217;t put up a campaign sign without fear of retribution, then it&#8217;s too late. Up went the signs.<span id="more-302"></span></p>
<p>The first night, it was just two signs, ripped up and left on the ground. When I discovered them in the morning, I was saddened. Staring down at the shreds and tatters of cardboard, I considered revenge. Perhaps I could booby trap the two they left intact. Perhaps I might douse them with skunk scent or cover them with non-drying spray adhesive or both! Perhaps I might just encircle them with deadly doggy doo-doo. (I own a small factory named Tanzy.) A lady at the campaign office suggested honey — apparently this sort of thing is not uncommon around here — but I worried about attracting other critters. Instead, we decided on defiance.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 9pt;color: #4f81bd"><strong>Defiant Signage &#8211; Four (of eight) Presidential Placards (and a couple of locals)<br />
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<p>Instead, we doubled the signage — the miscreants had ripped up two signs, we taped them back together, and put up another two. Now there were four. Two nights later, the four were gone without a trace. Defiant, we upped the bet and put up more. Now there were six signs. By Election Day we were up to eight, with several held in reserve — just in case.</p>
<p>I had to wonder if they — whoever they were — knew, or even considered, the consequences of their minor acts. I had to chuckle. Did they know that they had taken my single donation and doubled it, and then quadrupled it?</p>
<p>It&#8217;s a living lesson in unintended consequences. For with every sign destroyed, I doubled the bet, and as a result, I increased my contribution to the candidate whose signs they had taken hostage — an anti-totalitarian geometric progression. First, it was only two, and then it was four, then eight, and then we bought back-ups too, a total of around twenty signs in all. Each one accompanied another small donation to the candidate of my choice.</p>
<p>I am only glad that Election Day rolled around. Another sixteen signs would have set me back a bit, and then another thirty-two would have had me nudging up against campaign limits. I chuckled to myself. Sometimes unintended consequences are not so bad. I voted. I am defiant. I am a geometric progression. I am the power of one. I have a lot of left-over signs.</p>
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		<title>A Means to an End</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:12:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The failure statistic is often cited, usually with a moan and a wail. It goes like this: 30, 40, or 50 percent of all IT projects go bad. The rest — the ones that actually succeed — well, they go &#8220;slightly bad too.&#8221; At least some of them do. In the end, nobody&#8217;s happy. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The failure statistic is often cited, usually with a moan and a wail. It goes like this: 30, 40, or 50 percent of all IT projects go bad. The rest — the ones that actually succeed — well, they go &#8220;slightly bad too.&#8221; At least some of them do. In the end, nobody&#8217;s happy. Jobs are lost, heads roll, teeth gnash. The statistics are real enough, by the way, although they are often cited incorrectly. I fault leadership and the incessant mixing up of means and ends.</p>
<p>Here are the facts. The original source of those numbers is a 1994 report by the Standish Group called the CHAOS REPORT. The report said this about IT projects (and I&#8217;m paraphrasing not plagiarizing):</p>
<ul style="margin-left: 90pt">
<li><span style="color: #1f497d">31% of [IT] projects are cancelled before completion,<br />
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<li><span style="color: #1f497d">88% are over deadline or over budget or both,<br />
</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #1f497d">The costs of such overruns are usually (at least) double original estimates<strong><br />
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<p>If you think those numbers are sort of long in the tooth, how about these from 2004.</p>
<ul style="margin-left: 90pt">
<li><span style="color: #1f497d">18 percent of all IT project out and out fail,<br />
</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #1f497d">53 percent are &#8220;challenged&#8221; (in other words went awry in some way),<br />
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<li><span style="color: #1f497d">Only 29 percent actually &#8220;succeed.&#8221;<br />
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<p>These were updated in 2004. Unfortunately, the damn researchers rearranged the categories, so it&#8217;s actually impossible to compare the numbers.<span id="more-289"></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 9pt;color: #1f497d">Pie Charts are Fun<br />
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<p>Taken another way, 70 percent or all projects go at least slightly pear-shaped. That&#8217;s abysmal. It&#8217;s no wonder nonprofits are technologically gun-shy. Seventy percent of the time they feel royally screwed. I&#8217;d be gun-shy too. The fact is, looking at those numbers, a good E.D. should look upon all IT projects with some degree of skepticism. Imagine if 70 percent of your dates never showed up, or if 70 percent of your email went unnoticed or unanswered, or if 70 percent of the time you ordered dinner in a restaurant you didn&#8217;t get what you ordered. It would be enough to give a guy a complex.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hey, who ordered the Kansas City rib-eye,&#8221; says the waiter. &#8220;I did,&#8221; you reply. &#8220;Sorry,&#8221; says the waiter,&#8221; we don&#8217;t have steak. Here&#8217;s some fried city pigeon.&#8221; &#8220;But, I wanted steak&#8230;,&#8221; you mumble. &#8220;It&#8217;s almost the same thing, just as good,&#8221; says the waiter. &#8220;Besides, it&#8217;s local,&#8221; he adds, a marketer&#8217;s grin plastered ear-to-ear. &#8220;You know, it&#8217;s <em>slow food,</em> at least this one was slow. That&#8217;ll be ten bucks more.&#8221;</p>
<p>Why do good projects go bad, and what does that mean?</p>
<p>Usually, the answer is simple — lack of clarity about the goals. People mix up the ends with the means. They garble their goals. They lose sight of the purpose, the <em>raison d&#8217;être</em>. They mistake the means for the ends, or they really didn&#8217;t have any clear goals in the first place. <em>The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.</em>  Let me give you an example, mixing up the means and the ends is deadly.</p>
<p>Recently, a friend of mine recounted a story over dinner. He had been at a meeting of international grant makers, funders, and other philanthropic types. Good people all, I am sure. Nevertheless, at this meeting, these folks were busy patting themselves on the back about their successes with Darfur. The successes, it seems, were many — increased public awareness, social networking sites, widgets and mashups, letters to Congress, web site visitors, etc, etc. All their outcomes were terrific; all the measures spelled success, with a capital &#8220;S.&#8221;</p>
<p>I looked at my friend and said &#8220;But…&#8221; &#8220;Exactly,&#8221; he said. &#8220;There is still a war. People are still dying. This is not success.&#8221;</p>
<p>Writ large, this is also one of my overarching philanthropic fears. I fear the tyranny of false outcomes. I fear an overemphasis on &#8220;outcome measurement,&#8221; an emphasis that forces the philanthropic world to think and act solely in terms of all things measurable, thus missing the forest for the trees and mistaking the measures or the outcome for the true goals.</p>
<p>I fear this will, in fact, drive us to a place where success is only something that <em>is</em> measurable, that <em>is</em> quantifiable. I fear that it will drive us to tiny measures, to secondary goals, easily measured, and easily met, and that will drive us to tunnel vision, all the while ignoring the true goals, the real ends — declaring the success of a fund-raising campaign and forgetting why we were raising the money in the first place.</p>
<p>If you mix up the means — things like memberships, activists, letters to Congress, and the like — with the ends — people die and freedoms are lost while we count page hits.</p>
<p>In IT, the demons entrance the audience with the shiny and new — we&#8217;re distracted, fascinated by the glitter and gleam, and lose sight of the goals. In my mind, any project that begins with a list of gadgets, software, hardware, or more trained monkeys, is the problem.</p>
<p>I blame lack of leadership. Moreover, I blame the IT directors and CIO&#8217;s, the project managers, and IT consultants, and, since I&#8217;m blaming people, the ED&#8217;s too. If a project goes bad, the odds are someone has mixed up goals, and scrambled the ends. I dare say somebody probably over-sold the whole thing too. Beware the marketer; else you&#8217;re likely to be eating pigeon.</p>
<p>In a nutshell, this is the reason a lot of nonprofit IT directors or CIOs or the like feel misunderstood, underappreciated, or downright alienated. They talk about the shiny, the new, the <em>means</em>, and forget about the goal, the purpose, the <em>end. </em>Do that and you&#8217;ll end up in that 70 percent.</p>
<p>I fault two specific things: dashed expectations and lack of vision. Setting goals, and setting expectations about those goals, is the key to a long life, whiter teeth, and a better love life. Ah, well, maybe I&#8217;m exaggerating. But understanding goals and setting expectations is the key to happy — successful — IT projects. White teeth are just a bonus.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s pathological, you techies: you over-promise and under-deliver. For many a geek, technology <em>is an end</em>, gadget as goal. If you lose the goal, lose clarity of purpose, your good projects will go bad.</p>
<p>It starts with a project divorced from vision — the vision of the organization — tacked instead to some secondary, usually measurable but secondary, outcome. It ends with what I call the &#8220;expectations gap&#8221; — the difference between what is promised, what is really possible, and the eventual, actual results.</p>
<ul style="margin-left: 72pt">
<li>The &#8220;promised&#8221; — this is what the market usually over promises, whiter teeth, bigger naughty bits of all variety, better, faster, and, of course, you&#8217;ll have more friends. Usually it&#8217;s absolute hogwash.</li>
<li>The &#8220;possible&#8221; — this is what could occur, if absolutely everything goes swimmingly, and all the stars align just right. This is what should be your goal.</li>
<li>The &#8220;actual&#8221; — this is what gets delivered.</li>
</ul>
<p>The trick here is to know the goal, keep the vision clear, and to simply not over promise. Success here is to make the &#8220;actual&#8221; equal the &#8220;possible.&#8221; But, if you promised too much, you&#8217;ve already failed. Be clear — even painfully honest — about what&#8217;s possible, and communicate so often that it hurts. Set expectations wisely. Mind the gap.</p>
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		<title>The Epoch of Incredulity</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 18:01:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Naming an epoch using the superlative prefix of &#8220;post&#8221; — as in post-industrial, or post-modern, or the particularly unsatisfying post-millennial — is the one true indicator that we haven&#8217;t a clue. When I hear it, I tend to silently grumble the opening lines from A Tale of Two Cities:</p> <p style="margin-left: 36pt">It was the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Naming an epoch using the superlative prefix of &#8220;post&#8221; — as in <em>post-industrial,</em> or <em>post-modern,</em> or the particularly unsatisfying <em>post-millennial —</em> is the one true indicator that we haven&#8217;t a clue. When I hear it, I tend to silently grumble the opening lines from <em>A Tale of Two Cities</em>:</p>
<p style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="color: #1f497d"><em>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way. — In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. </em><br />
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<p>Wisely or foolishly, I think of this particular moment as a &#8220;time in between&#8221; – we&#8217;re no longer where we were and not yet where we&#8217;re going — both an age of foolishness and an age of wisdom.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s a time of great shifts; the rules of the great game are changing and the players are all different. Hell, I&#8217;m not even sure it&#8217;s the same game. The world may be &#8220;flat,&#8221; as Tom Friedman says, but it&#8217;s also very very bumpy.</p>
<p>Ok, &#8220;ho-hum,&#8221; you say. It&#8217;s no news to you that the forces of globalization, instantaneous and ubiquitous communications, and unparalleled technological innovation are tearing markets apart, changing global dynamics, and redefining almost every aspect of our lives — but, what may be news is that we &#8220;ain&#8217;t seen nothing yet.&#8221; There&#8217;s a revolution brewing in this epoch of incredulity.<span id="more-283"></span></p>
<p>I used to blame it all on the two seemingly contradictory effects of the Internet: the forces of disintermediation and the forces of aggregation. Simply put:</p>
<ul style="margin-left: 54pt">
<li>The Net is a powerful disintermediating force, smashing the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Winslow_Taylor">Taylor</a> pyramid, revolutionizing &#8220;participation&#8221; and communications, and generally destroying the value of &#8220;brokers&#8221; and traditional intermediaries of all variety from travel agents to stock brokers to librarians. It&#8217;s all about removing the distance between markets, customers, politics, and people.</li>
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<p>Simultaneously (and somewhat contradictorily)</p>
<ul style="margin-left: 54pt">
<li>The Net is a powerful, anti-entropic force, aggregating the disaggregate, creating new &#8220;markets&#8221; – social, financial, and political – where previously they were too small or too distributed to matter — making <a href="http://sanjose.bizjournals.com/sanjose/stories/1998/11/16/smallb5.html">collecting PEZ dispensers</a> into a global marketplace, and increasing the value of so-called &#8220;infomediaries.&#8221;</li>
</ul>
<p>But there&#8217;s another force at work here, a third force. It&#8217;s a force I&#8217;ve been trying to put my finger on for a while now, since I was part of the research team for the book <em>Megatrends</em>, about the ten trends that would shape the future. Then this third force was something I called the &#8220;Eleventh Megatrend.&#8221; It didn&#8217;t make the cut. It wasn&#8217;t that it wasn&#8217;t &#8220;mega&#8221; enough, or &#8220;trendy&#8221; enough; I think I just wasn&#8217;t able to articulate it well enough. Whatever the reason, author John Naisbitt said we only had room for ten anyway.</p>
<p><span style="color: #7f7f7f">[I did once ask him once: "Why only ten?" He replied, "It was good enough for Moses." I was young and had no snappy come-back. I should have said something about the Code of Hammurabi. There were over 280 of those!]<br />
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<p>Undaunted, I&#8217;ve always held this one in the back of my mind. Deep down, it seemed important. Now it&#8217;s here. In the last few years, it has started to shape and mold this bumpy world.</p>
<p>I see this third force everywhere. I see it hiding inside the inaccurately named thing called &#8220;social networking. I see it embedded in &#8220;American Idol.&#8221; It follows me to the grocery store. It wakes me up at night. It&#8217;s busy working away on web pages and formatting RSS feeds. It&#8217;s reading your electric meter. It&#8217;s even there when you drive into a parking lot. It&#8217;s monitoring air quality, or temperature, and it&#8217;s in that vending machine down the hall tracking the ever-so-important availability of cheese-doodles.</p>
<p>The third force is all about the network and it&#8217;s all about the collapse of time. It&#8217;s all about a new network of machines, sensors, monitors, and even some humans, that spend their days tasting the world, and talking to other machines about what they&#8217;ve tasted. Sometimes it&#8217;s frightening.</p>
<p>I once characterized the third force as the move &#8220;from sampling to monitoring.&#8221; I figured soon we wouldn&#8217;t need things like statistical sampling to measure our world. I argued that we were increasingly moving to &#8220;real-time&#8221; measurements to understand the world. The time and distance between action and feedback would disappear. It&#8217;s come true.</p>
<p>Day by day, step-by-step, we are closer and closer to having our grubby little metaphorical fingers on the pulse of the world, a live wire tapped straight into a global, wired, world nervous system —pulling out the real-time flow of public opinion, or market penetration, or product usage, or the number of parking spaces left in a parking garage.</p>
<p>This sort of stuff, this sort of information – and the underlying tools that let us manipulate it – makes possible real-time feedback about markets, or electricity consumption, or seats on an airplane. It also makes possible real-time plebiscites, voting on this or that idea or candidate, participatory democracy at its finest—or, at a slightly less noble end of the spectrum, &#8220;American Idol.&#8221;</p>
<p>So, what&#8217;s does this have to do with social networking?</p>
<p>People hear the wrong thing when they hear &#8220;social networking.&#8221; They hear the first word, and miss the second. They hear &#8220;social&#8221; and stop listening. Then they start thinking MySpace, or Friendster, or something weird like Twitter. That&#8217;s bad branding at work. It belies its power, masks its pervasiveness and importance, and makes it seem all together kind of silly. It&#8217;s not silly, but it&#8217;s also not that social.</p>
<p>We all know what happens once you start ambling down the mental road towards MySpace, you start thinking of pictures of people barfing at keg parties. I know I do. Now, don&#8217;t get me wrong, truly such photos are a gift to the world. But let&#8217;s not be fooled by this red herring. It&#8217;s not about the barf — herring or otherwise —it&#8217;s the &#8220;network.&#8221; Don&#8217;t mistake the application for the revolution. It&#8217;s also about the network.</p>
<p>Sure, part of social networking is about people being social, working together, and connecting for common purposes, sharing, barfing, mixing, and mashing and mapping. But, the true revolution is about network, and the true revolution is about the machines. It&#8217;s the <em>machines</em> that are social – and they are apparently real party animals, constant keggers.</p>
<p>Through their diligence, they&#8217;re delivering an increasingly real-time flow of data about the tiniest aspects of our world. They are the essence of the third force, my eleventh megatrend, the move from &#8220;sampling to monitoring.&#8221; These talkative, social machines are collapsing time, eliminating the distance between data collection, analysis, and reporting.</p>
<p>Moreover, the network is being potentiated this mystical thing called the &#8220;mashup&#8221; — machine-to-machine structured (and open) data exchange. It&#8217;s stuff like voting information from <a href="http://www.catalist.us/">Catalist</a> seamlessly &#8220;mashed&#8221; and mixed with <a href="http://www.democracyinaction.org/">DemocracyInAction&#8217;s</a> magic advocacy engine – one system sharing with another, where the sum, and the power, if done right, is greater than the collective parts, heralding either the spring of hope or, perhaps, the winter of our despair.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s Google Maps and apparently just about everything in the universe. It&#8217;s my own true love, sweet Jane the GPS lady, loaded and locked with the locations of every Starbucks in the galactic federation. The revolution is all about the real-time flow of information about our world. We&#8217;re diving into that flow like we&#8217;ve never dived before. Hopefully it&#8217;s headfirst into the season of light.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s a mundane, yet telling example: right now, like it or not, traffic congestion is being measured by monitoring your cell-phone. You&#8217;re just a little node, my friend, a simple single data point on the net. Unknown to you, your fancy-pants iPhone or your sleek Blackberry, is secretly working for Traffic.com. It, and thousands like it, they&#8217;re part of an active social network, busily creating their own &#8220;user generated content,&#8221; day in and day out, in the form of tiny data points that measure the traffic &#8220;flow&#8221; through our transportation veins.</p>
<p>Taken in aggregate, all that content, mixed and mashed with some mathematical magic and a map or two, becomes a real-time picture of vehicular time, speed, and distance. There is no wisdom to this crowd; it&#8217;s simply the ebb and flow that adds value. The wisdom of this crowd is the crowd itself.</p>
<p>What&#8217;s the end result of all this social networking? Well, the result is my Blackberry moans (kind of like a cow on Prozac). Up pops an email message telling me that my particular highway home is jammed — all before I&#8217;ve left the office. As a result, I sigh and work late once again. Heisenberg is now happy, as observation has once again changed reality. Meanwhile, &#8220;Captain Jack and SkyTeam Traffic Copter&#8221; — the old sampling system that had to wait politely for its broadcast time on the six o&#8217;clock news — is a relic of the past.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s another: a social network that gets to the essence of this age of wisdom, and proves, in reality, that it ain&#8217;t really all that &#8220;social.&#8221; Like all social networks, this one is built around a common goal — the simple goal of not getting lost in Yonkers. In this case, TomTom has done it by turning their customers into thousands of tiny (or not so tiny) data collection robots.</p>
<p>I, Robot; I work for TomTom – more accurately — I volunteer for them. (Either that or my paychecks have gone missing in the mail.) I&#8217;m part of their distributed robotic army of sensors and monitors. Through my minute and irregular contributions, I maintain and update their database of roads and bridges and Starbuck locations. When I find a road closed, or a bridge under repair, Jane (the GPS lady) and I flag it, and the world is wiser.</p>
<p>Automagically, that data speeds its way (via Bluetooth) across my own tiny personal area network, into my cell phone. From there, it hops and jumps and snuggles its way through the &#8216;Net, eventually wending its way into the Borg-like shared collective machine consciousness. My contribution feeds the giant GPS Wiki, and benefits the collective.</p>
<p>I am but a social node on the network, helping monitor the ebb and flow of the reality called road repair (also called &#8220;summer&#8221; in Michigan). If they added pictures of people mooning me along my route, I might even contribute more often – social networking comes full circle. Well, maybe not.</p>
<p>With TomTom, once again, it&#8217;s not so much crowd-based wisdom as it is simply recognizing, enabling, and capitalizing on commonly held needs, and having the wisdom to know that your customers or constituents are your greatest asset. They&#8217;re the networkers feeding the machines that provide real-time data collection, real-time analysis and reporting, and innovative mashups between previously disconnected things, like pictures and maps, or voting records and campaign donations, or your membership, national or state voter files, census data, and, who knows, perhaps their petroleum purchasing habits. Together, we&#8217;re collapsing time.</p>
<p>This third force is all about collapsing the time between action and effect, between impact and reporting. Once collapsed, it&#8217;s about being able to mash that data up to show you new things, in new ways, or just so it lets you keep track of it a wee bit easier. It&#8217;s about turning data into information, and information into wisdom or foolishness, lightness or dark.</p>
<p>This third force is about our radical move from sampling our world in little bits and pieces to monitoring our lives in near-real-time, gulping it down in great big chunks, as it happens. And, it&#8217;s also about the distribution and representation of this new world of information – these great chunks of stuff – in ways that that change lives, change markets, or simply change the length of your workday. It&#8217;s about the network. W<em>e were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way. </em>Whichever way we&#8217;re going, the traffic is moving briskly, or so says Jane the GPS lady.</p>
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		<title>Follow the Lady</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:52:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I learned of the game the hard way. Sometimes it&#8217;s called &#8220;Follow the Lady&#8221; — you probably know it as &#8220;Three-card Monte.&#8221; It depends on the art of misdirection, distraction and illusion, and just a little sleight of hand. And now it seems, it&#8217;s played every night on the evening news. Even &#8220;The Daily [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByomIJf5n9w" target="_blank"><img src="http://digitaldiner.org/files/2008/01/011908-2252-followthela1.jpg" alt="" align="left" /></a>I learned of the game the hard way. Sometimes it&#8217;s called &#8220;Follow the Lady&#8221; — you probably know it as &#8220;Three-card Monte.&#8221; It depends on the art of misdirection, distraction and illusion, and just a little sleight of hand. And now it seems, it&#8217;s played every night on the evening news. Even &#8220;The Daily Show&#8221; (or for now &#8220;A Daily Show&#8221;) seems to have been taken in by the artful dealer; fooled by the throw of the cards; fooled into casting the contests one by one, and ignoring the real story.</p>
<p><span style="color: #1f497d">&#8220;What,&#8221; You say, &#8220;you don&#8217;t know the game?&#8221; Well, it&#8217;s easy… easy to play, easy to win. Step in a little closer…, trust me… Step right up, everyone&#8217;s a winner!<br />
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<p>I learned the game when I worked a carnival one summer. Nope, I wasn&#8217;t &#8220;a carnie.&#8221; I was just a &#8220;greenie,&#8221; cheap summer labor. Being a carnie, well, that&#8217;s something you&#8217;re born too.</p>
<p>I was an innocent — called &#8220;a new&#8221; — maybe a half-step above the mooks and marks that meandered on the midway. Even now, I can sometimes catch a scent of that past, when the wind blows right. It&#8217;s scent that casts me back to those long days and thick summer nights, Kansas in late August.<span id="more-230"></span></p>
<p>They were nights where lightening-bugs punctuated the sky, and where every once in a while an elusive breeze would lift the scent of fresh-cut straw over the crowd, spiced with the burnt sugar scent of cotton candy, to fall lightly across my face as I barked the midway.</p>
<p>&#8220;Step right up and win a stuffed animal; everyone&#8217;s a winner,&#8221; I&#8217;d cry , as the crowd filled the midway, shuffling through the narrow lane formed by the &#8220;Ring Toss,&#8221;, &#8220;Shooting Gallery&#8221; and the rest of the joints that formed the main street of the carnival. I&#8217;d cry to the blue-eyed young women with straw colored hair, and to young men bedecked with tattered straw hats; all trailing a scent of the earth, Dove soap, and hard work.</p>
<p>Carnival life is no fun: I was either setting up a joint or tearing one down, or driving through the night, bound for the next small town. I worked my ass off and barely making enough to cover my tab at the concession stand. When I wasn&#8217;t working my ass off, my job was to bark on the midway, calling in the marks for a quick round of ring toss or to try their hand at knocking down a milk bottle with a baseball attached to a pendulum. The games aren&#8217;t gaffed, they aren&#8217;t rigged. Trust me, they&#8217;re straight. It&#8217;s just physics, sleight of hand, and misdirection. It&#8217;s the refined art of distraction that wins in the end.</p>
<p>Back to that great game, Three-Card Monte; it looks so easy. Just follow the lady. A good dealer can rope you in with a few easy wins. The shills entice and distract. I tried to learn the art of the throw and how to deal the cards; to artfully throw down one card while all the while looking like you&#8217;ve thrown the other. My hands were never good enough, my fingers never deft enough, my eyes were never shaded enough.</p>
<p>Today&#8217;s shills are working the media, on Fox, on NBC, and on CNN. They&#8217;re hyping the winners and losers, everyday. The news casts it continuously as a series of losers and winners — the art of misdirection.</p>
<p>In Iowa the surprise was Obama; in New Hampshire, Clinton was supposed to lose and lose big, only to surprise us all and win the stuffed elephant. (Or would that be a donkey?) Strangely, despite &#8220;losing,&#8221; Obama won more delegates.</p>
<p>But the story we hear: the pollsters are chagrined. It&#8217;s all the art of misdirection. Just between you and me, I take great pleasure in lying to the pollsters every chance I get. I advise you to do the same. Take great glee in knowing that they&#8217;re usually required to record faithfully everything you say. Imagine the possibilities.</p>
<p>All the while, there&#8217;s no game at all. In reality, it&#8217;s not the individual primaries that count. In fact, the media is just working the story they want to work. It&#8217;s a tie. As of this writing, neither is up, neither is down. It&#8217;s all the game of distraction.</p>
<p>They&#8217;re tied in a game that&#8217;s not played state by state; because it&#8217;s only the cumulative score that really matters. In Nevada Clinton added 14 to her score, while Obama added 14 to his. Obama has 38 delegates and Clinton has 36; film at 11:00. But there&#8217;s no news in that, is there? The game is called &#8220;Follow the Lady.&#8221; We&#8217;re distracted with the horserace, and we ignore the substance of the race. Step right up. Everyone&#8217;s a winner.</p>
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		<title>Between Time and Timbuktu: Reflections on Globalization and the Electric Touareg</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was many years later that I was to remember that day in Seattle. How I had ended up where I was, standing next to who I was, was beyond me. But, there I was — I was at the &#8220;top of the WAC&#8221; – the Washington Athletic Club — staring out the windows at what seemed to me at the time to be a giant abstract tableau. It was the end of November 1999 and I was looking at Seattle, laid out like a giant game of &#8220;Go.&#8221; The WTO was about to go into full swing — in what was to be known as the &#8220;battle for Seattle.&#8221;</p>
<p>From those windows high atop the WAC, I could see the various pieces on the board, see the planned movements and strategies as the police set up barricades and as people in the streets ebbed and flowed in response. It was easy to imagine reaching down and flipping a white stone to black, and thus changing the game. The game of &#8220;Go&#8221; is that way — the placement of single piece — a single move — can change the outcome of the game.</p>
<p>Seattle holds many fond memories for me, but that day bordered on the surreal. That day, beside me were some of the major pieces in the game, including James Wolfensohn. All in all, in the room were more than a dozen representatives of Globalization, with a capital Gee. I felt like Zelig. I kept thinking to myself that, properly, I should be down in the streets, relishing the scent of teargas in the morning. We were talking about the synergies of philanthropy, technology, and collaboration; I was imagining teargas.<span id="more-205"></span></p>
<p>These are the thoughts that swirled about my head as I watched five rather amazing musicians take a stage last week in San Francisco. I was at a concert. In fact it was a week bookended by music. Tonight was <a href="http://www.tinariwen.com/" target="_blank">Tinariwen</a>. Yo-Yo Ma was next Saturday. In between, philanthropy, technology and collaboration; some themes don&#8217;t change it seems.</p>
<p>These five fellows, in flowing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boubou_(clothing)" target="_blank">Boubou</a> robes, covered head to foot, with turbans wrapped about their heads, were playing Fender electric guitars (now there&#8217;s a truly global export) singing a rap song with a distinct West African beat, in a mix of French and Arabic. As the klieg lights shone down on these troubadours, only their eyes showing, guitars flashing, I was struck by the true amazing fact that it was globalization that had put them there; it was globalization that put me there, as well.</p>
<p>And, there in the row in front of me — globalized — were five young quintessentially Californian women dancing and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ululation" target="_blank">ululating</a> like they had spent their formative years in the High Atlas rather than Marin County. I was struck by the contrasts, by the sense of living on an interconnected planet. I was struck by the facts of globalization; and once again, things are neither black nor white.</p>
<p>The five fellows were <a href="http://www.tinariwen.com/" target="_blank">Tinariwen</a>, an almost indescribable musical group of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuareg" target="_blank"><em>Touareg</em></a> from the southern Sahara. The Tinariwen story sounds like fiction. Guns and guitars, Ghadaffi&#8217;s poet-soldiers, Stratocasters in one hand, and a Kalashnikov in the other; supposedly, together, they count 17 bullet wounds among them. These were the <em>Touareg</em>, the nomadic desert warriors, the blue men of the desert. Their songs are the soundtrack of the <em>ishumar </em>(from <span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: Arial"><em>chômeur</em>, French for &#8220;</span>unemployed&#8221;). They are the Sahara&#8217;s Generation X; once Malian rebels, now full-time musicians. (They are not a Volkswagen, despite what you may have heard.)</p>
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<p align="left">On stage they&#8217;re an example of globalization beyond imagination, one of its consequences and one of its effects. It seems in music and the arts, where monolithic American culture has not run roughshod; we are experiencing a new renaissance. All hail rock and roll. All hail the magic mix of music that has me rocking to the <em>Touareg</em> one day, and gently enjoying Yo-Yo Ma the next. [This contrast and intersection is all the more poignant given Yo-Yo Ma's involvement with the "<a href="http://www.silkroadproject.org/about/vision.html" target="_blank">Silk Road</a>" project.]</p>
<p>All around me that evening were the signs, the positive and negative effects of globalization. I rode to the concert in a Japanese hybrid and parked next to a fleet of others; I dined on a meal of sweet potato fries, California greens, topped with seared <em>Ahi</em> tuna, dressed with sesame seed oil and Japanese rice wine vinegar. I had a glass of French <em>Viognier</em>. I was wearing French shoes, a pair of jeans &#8220;engineered&#8221; in Germany (whatever that means) and made in Romania, and a Canadian shirt. And, I listened to the sounds of the desert, the raw tale of the <em>Touareg</em>, played on electric guitars made famous first by 1950&#8242;s rock and roll. Sub-Saharan nomads ripped from their lands, made unemployed and made famous by globalization.</p>
<p>I listened to the sounds of the desert, the sounds of a nomadic people displaced by the 21<sup>st</sup> century, and the sounds of a people who suffer the fate of nomadic peoples all over the world. <em><br />
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<p>From the Tinariwen web site (just that statement is amazing, when you think of it):</p>
<p style="margin-left: 36pt"><em>&#8220;…Forget the myths, forget the &#8216;guns-and-guitars&#8217; fantasies and tales of blue-men on their camels. The humanity, the wonder and the epic sweep of the real Tinariwen story doesn&#8217;t need any photoshopping or romantic embellishments. It is the raw tale of an everyman, who was cut off from history and embraced the modern world, who lost his home and found solace in the guitar, who through pain and exile invented a new style of music that could express who he is and where he&#8217;s going. Nothing mythical or exotic about that. You can find the same story the world over…&#8221;<br />
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<p>At the risk of showing my naiveté, clearly the effects of globalization are not all bad. Some are, in fact, grand. But others are frightening, and I often fear what we will lose, for lose we will, I fear. More so, I fear what the world will lose.</p>
<p>Moreover, I am, in fact, truly embarrassed by our current list of mainstream &#8220;cultural&#8221; exports. It is in music, culture, and entertainment where the west and the north are the great winners. We get better than we give. We trade the &#8220;O&#8217;Reilly Factor,&#8221; in return we get a richness and depth unplumbed. It&#8217;s striking and sad that we add so little of value to the trade, yet nevertheless seem to monopolize the market. Take Geraldo. I&#8217;ll gladly trade you Disco, the entire 1980&#8242;s, and Geraldo, for the richness of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mbaqanga" target="_blank">Mbaqanga</a>, the pure energy of Tinariwen, and the sultriness of just about any French piano bar.</p>
<p>In this new world, where content is king, where creativity is the true currency, we seem to be rather impoverished.</p>
<p>Meanwhile, as I drive my Ford-but-really-Swedish car north today, into the Great Lakes winter, Afro-French-Arabic rap blaring out of an IPod (made in China no doubt); my imagination drives south, from Timbuktu to Essakane; perchance to the <a href="http://www.festival-au-desert.org/index.cfm" target="_blank">Festival in the Desert</a>, and I remember: the placement of a single piece can change the whole game.</p>
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		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Her name was Jane. We met, quite unexpectedly, at Zaventem Airport in Brussels. At the Avis counter. It was such a random thing, but when I saw her I knew — no hesitation — whatever the cost, I just knew. Some things are just meant to be. With Jane, it was meant to be. Jane. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Her name was Jane. We met, quite unexpectedly, at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brussels_Airport" target="_blank">Zaventem Airport</a> in Brussels. At the Avis counter. It was such a random thing, but when I saw her I knew — no hesitation — whatever the cost, I just knew. Some things are just meant to be. With Jane, it was meant to be. Jane. I can still hear her voice.</p>
<p>We travelled together, she and I, bisecting France; from <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/gclabaugh/sets/72157601823722009/" target="_blank">Brussels to Aix-en-Provence </a>and back again. In hindsight, I couldn&#8217;t of done it without her. How I ever planned to survive, travelling those weeks without her is beyond me. I&#8217;d have been lost without her, lost.<span id="more-190"></span></p>
<p>She was my constant companion, Jane. During the day, driving, she was there. In the evenings, she&#8217;d accompany me on walks — short or long. She was never at a loss for words; she always knew just what to say. I&#8217;d hang on every word. She was worldly in ways I can&#8217;t describe. We became close in those few days together; I could sometimes even anticipate what she&#8217;s going to say next. &#8220;Oh Jane,&#8221; I said. &#8220;Run away with me. Together we&#8217;ll see the ends of the earth.&#8221; Jane, always taciturn, would say: &#8220;Go to the end of the road and turn left.&#8221; Jane had a sultry way about her, teasing yet stern, with that lilting British accent. I&#8217;d smile, knowingly. &#8220;You have reached your destination,&#8221; she&#8217;d say firmly. Then, I&#8217;d reach up and &#8211; ever so gently &#8211; pluck her from her adhesive perch on the windscreen and tuck her into the glove box. Yet, in the end, I left her. I left her in Brussels, back at the Avis counter. I had to. It was either that or lose my deposit. Jane: the GPS lady.</p>
<p>GPS is a liberating technology. Jane — in the form of a <a href="http://www.tomtom.com/" target="_blank">TomTom</a> GPS device — was amazing. To put it nicely: driving in a strange city can be, shall we say, flummoxing. To put it accurately, it can be frustrating, irritating, and downright dangerous — to you, the other traffic, innocent and not so innocent pedestrians, and/or your assorted travelling companions.</p>
<p>Driving in another <em>country</em> quadruples that frustration and danger. Not only are you perpetually lost, but the roads are wacky, some barely wide enough for a goat (and a skinny goat at that). The pace of traffic is fast and all the signs are in a different language. <span style="color: #548dd4">[To quote Steve Martin: Those French are amazing, they have a different word for everything!]</span> Moreover, even if the road signs are roughly approximate to English, or you happen to speak the local lingo, everything is nevertheless somehow incomprehensible.</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><a title="More of my sign collection" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gclabaugh/sets/72157594266682739/" target="_blank"><img src="http://digitaldiner.org/files/2007/10/100607-2033-mysecretsum1.jpg" alt="" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 9pt;color: #4f81bd"><strong>Now what were those &#8220;three laws of robotics&#8221; again?<br />
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<p>I&#8217;ve wandered the world, driving here and there, always with some degree of <em>angst,</em> some lingering anxiety about the traffic, the other drivers, where I was going, or just where the hell I was. With Jane as my co-pilot that anxiety was gone. I could concentrate on driving, either at (very) high speeds on flawless French highways or feeling like James Bond as I curved around winding trails in search of <em>coteaux</em> and <em>caveau</em>, my (rented) Audi A4 Turbo Diesel purring, Amel Bent&#8217;s <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9m2__SOpmzY" target="_blank">Nouveaux Français</a> blasting on the Blaupunkt.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s odd. Technology was supposed to be enslaving, not liberating, the enemy of democracy, not its savior. We were headed for dystopia, an Orwellian future where technology was to be a black boot on the back of the neck. I watched the year 1984 creep closer and closer, big brother looming large. It came and went, with barely a whimper.</p>
<p>Now, don&#8217;t get me wrong: technology can (and has) been turned to evil ends. Much has already been said about the evil ends. The possibilities for more evil abound, even for a company who&#8217;s motto is &#8220;do no evil.&#8221; (It&#8217;s just a little to <em>newspeak</em> for my tastes.)</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline">The Open Secrets Effect<br />
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<p>But I want to talk about the other side. I want to talk about Jane, and things like Jane. I want to talk about something I call the &#8220;<strong>open secrets </strong><strong>effect</strong>,&#8221; something that has the power to save one&#8217;s marriage from map-reading malevolence, and, perhaps, the power to save democracy from itself.</p>
<p>While it may seem a trivial one, GPS is a good example of the open secrets effect — that magical synergy you get when you mix disaggregate information with extraordinary computational power and deliver it in new ways. In the interest of honesty, I should say that I stole the name of the effect from Larry Makinson and <a href="http://OpenSecrets.org" target="_blank">OpenSecrets.org</a>, a site published by the Center for Responsive Politics (CRP). That site is the brainchild of Larry and of Ellen Miller. Ellen is the former executive director of CRP. She&#8217;s now at the <a href="http://www.sunlightfoundation.com/" target="_blank">Sunlight Foundation</a>. In the interest of full disclosure, I should also note that my wife was CRP&#8217;s long-time communications director, until the fates led her down a much more fun career path. She&#8217;s the reason I get to do these fun trips.</p>
<p>The site, OpenSecrets.org is about campaign finance. It&#8217;s also a prime example of the power of opening the kimono, of exposing information that has been shrouded in darkness and complexity.</p>
<p>The Open Secret Effect is what happens when you shine a bright light on data, making it not just available — there are lots of maps of France &#8220;available&#8221; after all — but accessible, understandable, and personal. When you do that, something magic happens.</p>
<p>For example, originally, <em>Open Secrets</em> was a book. It was published by the Center for Responsive Politics (CRP). It weighed in at probably 10 pounds and was a good four inches thick. But, when CRP took that information, mixed it with a dash of database and a smidgen of internet, suddenly they had an even more powerful agent of change.</p>
<p>That magic mix — data, database, and internet — made the information real and powerful. People could look up their &#8220;own&#8221; politician, and see just where the money came from. There&#8217;s a new twist today, by the way, an initiative called <a href="http://maplight.org/" target="_blank">MapLight.org</a>. It promises to take that information to the next level, marrying campaign contributions to voting records. So called &#8220;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mashup_%28web_application_hybrid%29" target="_blank">mashups</a>&#8221; like MapLight — where two or more previously isolated sets of data are &#8220;mashed&#8221; together — potentiate the open secrets effect. &#8220;You have reached your destination,&#8221; says Jane.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s the power of the open secrets effect. The mere act of opening the kimono changes behavior and changes the balance of power. Now, more than ever, U.S. political campaigns (and politicians) are dominated by big-money interests. Those interests finance the campaigns and, through those dollars and donuts, pocket the politicians that shape the fabric of our lives. Hopefully, the jig is up. With the open secrets effect of MapLight and OpenSecrets, it should be much more difficult to be bought and sold, especially when everybody knows how cheap the price.</p>
<p>So too, the inherent &#8220;connectedness&#8221; of the Internet is also changing the relationship of money to power as well. Big money is still there (by the bucket-full in this particular election season) but it is being somewhat counterbalanced by so-called internet campaigns, campaigns that are using the &#8216;net&#8217;s ability to aggregate lots of small things, in this case small contributions.</p>
<p>For good or for bad, campaign contributions have been ruled as constituting &#8220;free speech.&#8221; As such, more people are speaking than ever before. [Sadly, over two-thirds of those dollars — regardless of source — just end up fueling the creation of traditional one-way TV spots, designed not to inform but to obscure, enrage, or distract. One-way media must perish from this earth.]</p>
<p>Nevertheless, today&#8217;s innovative (dare I say social) uses of technology have had a liberating effect. Instead of robbing us of rights, they have increased our participation, restoring power to the formerly powerless. It has strengthened our democracy, not undermined it. To paraphrase Al Gore in his (absolutely terrific) book, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Assault_on_Reason" target="_blank">The Assault on Reason</a><span style="text-decoration: underline">, </span>&#8220;a <em>connected </em><em>citizenry</em>&#8221; is our greatest hope. The new internet is all about connections and the open secret effect.</p>
<p>More and more secrets are being opened. It&#8217;s a revolution in knowledge, power, and influence. Suddenly the powerless are powerful, the disenfranchised are raised up. It is something that can change the course of history or something that can get you from village &#8220;A&#8221; to vineyard &#8220;B&#8221; (and back again). &#8220;Take the roundabout, second exit,&#8221; says Jane.</p>
<p>Opening this secret can of worms has the potential to turn power on its head — counterbalancing previously one-sided relationships or creating strength of numbers where there was none previously. It&#8217;s directly responsible for the new realization that &#8220;consumers&#8221; are not passive patsies but active participants. Nowhere is this truer than in the development of software, for example. Software publishing has become a dynamic, interactive process where the customers participate in the product&#8217;s development, even doing the product testing.</p>
<p>Previously top-down, one-sided relationships are being changed — for the better IMHO. For example, let&#8217;s look at some previously one-sided relationships: between the entrepreneur and the venture capitalist, between the Fourth Estate and the public, and between grantee and grantor. These are being turned on their heads — they&#8217;re feeling the open secrets effect. They are being forced to operate in an environment where the formerly obscure is now in public view, i.e., the open secrets effect is at work.</p>
<p>In one of my favorite examples of truly living the Open Secrets life, Southwest Airlines actually made a television show of their inner operations called &#8220;<a href="http://www.aetv.com/airline/index.jsp" target="_blank">Airline</a>,&#8221; with a tag line of &#8220;We all have our baggage!&#8221;</p>
<p>Meanwhile, a site called <a href="http://www.thefunded.com/" target="_blank">TheFunded</a> has turned the tables on the world of the holy venture capitalist, dishing up a place that allows entrepreneurs to rate their would-be suitors. TheFunded has changed the equation by opening up the secrets that everybody &#8220;knew&#8221; but nobody shared. TheFunded has aggregated the voice of the powerless, and in so doing, become powerful. Now the VC&#8217;s are beginning to understand the real business they&#8217;re in and the nature of their relationship with their customers, the entrepreneur.</p>
<p>A more Web 2.0 <a href="http://googlenewsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/perspectives-about-news-from-people-in.html" target="_blank">example</a> is being done by Google. Google is turning the one-way-medium called &#8220;the news&#8221; into a two-way conversation by introducing a way to give the subjects of news reports a way to comment on articles written about them. What was a one-way pipe is now a two-way conversation. It chips away at the Fourth Estate&#8217;s overwhelming power to set and control the agenda.</p>
<p>Finally, there is a little open secrets project I&#8217;m involved with. It&#8217;s called GrantsFire<span style="color: #548dd4">. [I don't have much to show you yet about GrantsFire – but you can look at the hGrant microformat standard, if you want. Microformats are a way of marking up web pages to make them machine readable. Find information <a href="http://hgrant.org/index.php?title=Main_Page" target="_blank">here</a>.]<br />
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<p>Clearly, grants are no secret, just as maps of France are easy to come by. However, GrantsFire is about seeing and presenting that information in new ways. GrantsFire is an initiative to both establish a standard for publishing machine-readable grants information on the web, and about encouraging foundations to publish such information. Once up and running, with a critical mass of participants, that information can be aggregated by one (or more) sites. People will be able to run the data through a data vegamatic, slicing and dicing by topic, type of support, geographic focus, foundation, dates, and dollars. Who knows what mashups might result. Perhaps the next time I&#8217;m careening around France, Jane at my side, she&#8217;ll pipe up and say: &#8220;You have reached your destination. There&#8217;s a vineyard on your left, a gas station on your right, and this area has received over $4 million in private grants to encourage organic farming, improve educational test scores among children, grades K-12, and to finance microenterprise.&#8221;</p>
<p>Secrets are now open secrets. Clive Thompson, writing for WIRED in an article entitled &#8220;<a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/15.04/wired40_ceo.html" target="_blank">The See-Through CEO</a>,&#8221; writes:</p>
<p style="margin-left: 36pt"><em>&#8220;The Internet has inverted the social physics of information. Companies used to assume that details about their internal workings were valuable precisely because they were secret. If you were cagey about your plans, you had the upper hand; if you kept your next big idea to yourself, people couldn&#8217;t steal it. Now, billion- dollar ideas come to CEOs who give them away; corporations that publicize their failings grow stronger. Power comes not from your Rolodex but from how many bloggers link to you &#8211; and everyone trembles before search engine rankings.&#8221;<br />
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<p>It&#8217;s a new world. Expose yourself. Come drive with Jane and see the power of the open secrets effect.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center">{Photograph copyright: <a href="http://www.cal.net/~pamgreen/aboutpam.html" target="_blank">Pam Green</a>, 2003}</p>
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		<title>The next best thing to being there…</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 19:14:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I was recently asked to dream up all the ways these new fangled information and communications technologies can save us from the carbon-based perils of flying. Flying dumps tons of carbon into the atmosphere. Not good, that. Technology, of course, that&#8217;s the answer, or so they say (who ever they are).</p> <p>The litany goes [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was recently asked to dream up all the ways these new fangled information and communications technologies can save us from the carbon-based perils of flying. Flying dumps tons of carbon into the atmosphere. Not good, that. Technology, of course, that&#8217;s the answer, or so they say (who ever <em>they</em> are).</p>
<p>The litany goes something like this: &#8220;With video conferencing, broadband, and Second Life, well, we can all safely stay ensconced in our own virtual-reality-sensory-deprivation-tanks and just digitally dance the salsa at the next NTEN gathering.&#8221; In fact, I recall a posting on some blog, or some listserv, just before the last NTEN conference. It took NTEN to task for being so &#8220;20<sup>th</sup> century&#8221; as to hold a conference people actually attended. I grumbled at the time, muttering to myself that people that think technology is a replacement for face-to-face meetings and conferences are missing the point, and forgetting that tech is never a replacement.<span id="more-156"></span></p>
<p>To put it personally — and curmudgeonly — there was no way in hell I&#8217;d be willing to attend a conference where I really wanted to <em>be</em>, with a virtual substitute. There are just some things you can&#8217;t do in WebEx. Those things are the reasons I actually go to conferences. If it weren&#8217;t for those things, I&#8217;d just spend my days curled up with a good book, dog at my feet, and a glass of Domaine de Berane in my hand.</p>
<p>It reminded me of a story about what&#8217;s important and what&#8217;s not — one of my professors in grad school was on the horns of a dilemma. He had been offered a new professorship at another university and couldn&#8217;t make up his mind of whether to stay or go. I found this ironic and said as much:</p>
<p style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="color: #7f7f7f">&#8220;But Doc,&#8221; I said, staring him squarely in the eyes. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you teach decision theory? Aren&#8217;t you one of the world&#8217;s experts on how to make this kind of decision? Didn&#8217;t you help develop some of the decision thingies that helped keep the Cold War from turning nuclear? Can&#8217;t you just throw this into some sort of quadratic matrix, push the magic buttons, and crank out the absolute right answer?&#8221; I queried.<br />
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<p style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="color: #7f7f7f">&#8220;Yeah, I could do that,&#8221; he said, &#8220;but this is <em>important</em>.&#8221;<br />
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<p>The important things don&#8217;t necessarily lend themselves to the virtual or the technological. Some things can&#8217;t be easily boiled down to a set of equations or business rules. I run into this all the time when I try to develop workflows around grantmaking. It&#8217;s the subtleties that count. And, it&#8217;s the subtleties in interpersonal communications that make a conference a conference, and a meeting more than talking heads on an LCD screen.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, I had an article to write. I had run into an editor for the <a href="http://www.alliancemagazine.org/online/" target="_blank"><em>Alliance Online</em></a> (at a conference no less) and offered up my pen — I think I said, any topic, any time. It must have been the jet lag, but now I had to pay the piper. She wanted 400 words or so. I sat down, stared into space, and when I looked up I had 3,200 words on the screen. (Those that read this blog with any regularity will not be surprised. I do seem to wax on.)</p>
<p>When I looked at it, I basically said the same thing over and over again… it was a cascade of things like:</p>
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<li>&#8220;Well, yes you can use video conferencing…, but it&#8217;s no substitute…&#8221;</li>
<li>&#8220;There&#8217;s WebEx, but&#8230; it&#8217;s no substitute</li>
<li>Skype video&#8230; It&#8217;s great, but it&#8217;s nothing like being there…</li>
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<p>With axe (actually red pen) in hand, I chopped and chopped, and got it down to less than a thousand. I invite you all to take a look. The theme is simple: technology is no answer; it&#8217;s <em>an</em> answer, but not <em>the</em> answer. The context is interesting as well. I invite you to start <a href="http://www.alliancemagazine.org/online/html/aosep07a.html" target="_blank">here</a> with the original <em>Alliance</em> article that interviews a number of people in the nonprofit space. Then find my &#8220;no answer&#8221; <a href="http://www.alliancemagazine.org/online/html/aosep07ab.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</p>
<p>With most important decisions, there are no easy answers. And, this one is important.</p>
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		<dc:creator>Gavin Clabaugh</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>There was a recent posting on the Information Systems Manager&#8217;s forum that has me dredging up the past. There, the question was posed as to the value of blogs – more specifically do they lead or follow, or are they relevant at all. Should one read &#8216;em or ignore &#8216;em? </p> <p>The author of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">There was a recent posting on the Information Systems Manager&#8217;s forum that has me dredging up the past. There, the question was posed as to the value of blogs – more specifically do they lead or follow, or are they relevant at all. Should one read &#8216;em or ignore &#8216;em?<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">The author of the note postulated that, aside from politics and technology, they tended to be reactions to either traditional media, to other web sites, or just so much tripe about relatively inconsequential things like the babies of hyphenated or concatenated movie stars.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">At first blush, I kind of agreed – after all most are pretty much regurgitated thoughts about stuff and junk found elsewhere on the web, a few notable examples aside. This got me thinking about two things: first, the birth of so-called &#8220;citizen journalism&#8221; and second, how the media universe has changed over the last few years.<span id="more-104"></span><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">While some pundits have postulated a new era of &#8220;citizen journalism,&#8221; it really seems to me that we&#8217;re seeing the birth of &#8220;citizen wonkism&#8221; or maybe the &#8220;citizen editorialist.&#8221; The idea of the citizen journalist, I think, is wishful thinking, something brought on by the rapid descent of traditional journalism into vapid sensationalism and outright propaganda. What passes for journalism today is rapidly losing the long and fine traditions of something called &#8220;reporting&#8221; and objectivism.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Despite the demise of decent journalism and despite our wishful thinking, most blogs don&#8217;t report either. Many blogs just regurgitate, or nitpick. Some are just incomprehensible blather. Others are entertaining, but insipid. A few are worth their salt. So, while the blogosphere and journalism seem to share some commonalities, they are not attributes to be proud of.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I temper these thoughts by remembering Sturgeon&#8217;s Law: &#8220;90 percent of everything is crud.&#8221; So it stands to reason that 90 percent of blog content would also be cruddy stuff. But the remaining 10 percent provide reason for hope.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">[I should note that there is one exception to the "90 percent of everything is crud" rule — namely crud itself. 100 percent of crud is usually crud. There are always exceptions.]<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Nevertheless, as I mentioned, the question about blogs also got me thinking: Where do the 10 percent that are useful fall in the general scheme of things? Are they useful sources of information about what&#8217;s going on in the world, what&#8217;s important, and what&#8217;s relevant? In general, do they lead, follow, or meander around in between? .<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">My question stems from my past. I used to pay a lot of attention to the media, lots of media; something on the order of 200 local papers a day, and over 150 trade journals a month. As I said, lots of media. Then, I read, daily, everything from the <em>Wichita Eagle Beacon</em> to the <em>San Jose Mercury News</em>; <em>Chemical Week</em> to <em>Ad Week</em>, and a little <em>Industrial Distribution</em> just for variety. Whew, was I fun at parties!<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">&#8220;Why?&#8221; you might ask. Well, simply put, it was believed that you could use the MEDIA — in the aggregate — to tell you about what might be, predict the future so to speak, track it, or at least consider the big &#8220;what if&#8217;s&#8221; and &#8220;suppose&#8217;s.&#8221;<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">In fact, my never-finished dissertation was all about how to spot and track trends, important political or social issues, and the like, by closely watching ideas and issues as they moved through various media &#8211; a quasi-science called &#8220;Early Issue Analysis&#8221; or sometimes &#8220;Emerging Issue Analysis&#8221; or sometimes just called &#8220;bull.&#8221;<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">It&#8217;s a fairly simple model — commonsensical even. It&#8217;s an expansion of some early <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Office_of_Strategic_Services" target="_blank">OSS</a> work during WWII and a refinement of something called the &#8220;Molitar Model.&#8221; The names used to describe it are many, depending on the marketing hipster involved. You may even see it bandied about today: sometimes called &#8220;Precursor Monitoring Model&#8221; or &#8220;Environmental Scanning;&#8221; or sometimes it&#8217;s just emerging issue analysis or, my favorite oxymoron, &#8220;Issues Management.&#8221;<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I spent several years of my life applying, expanding, and testing that &#8220;emerging issues&#8221; model. I authored an extremely boring study [at least that dissertation got some use] examining how to use some fancy new things called &#8220;online databases&#8221; to automate the tracking and analysis of social issues through media. Somewhere in the archives of the Electric Power Research Institute (EPRI) you&#8217;ll find it, no doubt dusty, unread and unloved. Que lastima.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">All-in-all, it&#8217;s a couple of hundred pages of testing and validating that &#8220;Emerging Issues&#8221; model; first historically against a fairly well documented set of issues (acid rain specifically), and then looking forward at some so-called emerging issues for the time (global warming, thermal pollution, deforestation, etc).<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">It was a variation of the same techniques we used on <em>Megatrends</em> – but using online databases. The truth is I was tired of reading all those newspapers and magazines and figured we could automate some of the process using these new fangled things called &#8220;databases.&#8221; And, given the power of technology, I finally had a way to see if the model held true looking backward. If it did, I wanted to try to apply it looking forward.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">All in all, my colleagues and I started experimenting with some interesting tricks that one might use to spot and track emerging issues using high-speed, structured, scans through online collections of media — trade press, legislative press, local and national newspapers, etc. etc. High-speed content analysis of online media — fun stuff really. There were no words for it then. Today, I think, we&#8217;d call it &#8220;data mining,&#8221; but that doesn&#8217;t do it justice. Nevertheless, it was all based on the same &#8220;emerging issues&#8221; model.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Here&#8217;s a picture of the basic concept. I&#8217;ve dropped a few familiar names into the various quadrants to give you an idea of what falls where.</span></p>
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<div id="attachment_315" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 664px"><img class="size-full wp-image-315" src="http://digitaldiner.org/files/2007/07/molitar1.png" alt="Da Media is Da Message?" width="654" height="210" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Da Media is Da Message?</p></div>
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Basically, the model said that if you watch the left side of the equation, and if you&#8217;re good, you can spot things as they &#8220;emerge&#8221; and before they hit the mainstream consciousness. The very classic example is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_C._Clarke" target="_blank">Sir Arthur C. Clarke&#8217;s</a> &#8220;invention&#8221; of the satellite in science fiction way before it was a reality.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Did the model work? Yep, it did. And, proving it with historic data, where you know the outcome, is a breeze. The difficult part is to use it looking forward. By the way, the question you should be asking right now is: &#8220;How long is the X-axis?&#8221; In other words, how long does it take for an issue to, first emerge, and then make it to the general public consciousness on the far-right side of the graph? The answer is: it varies by issue and by sector.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">But I can also tell you that the X-axis is shrinking. What used to take decades no longer does. The time from the left to the right of the chart is now measured in just a few years, if not a few months.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">To look forward, the trick is to separate &#8220;signal&#8221; from &#8220;noise.&#8221; There is a lot of stuff out on the fringes — a lot of noise — spotting what&#8217;s important is not easy. While surprisingly accurate on known issues, looking forward remains a problem — there is just too much noise to filter.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Filtering requires genius, and that is the essence of what is known affectionately and officially as &#8220;genius forecasting.&#8221; Most of the great futurists were, first and foremost, great genius forecasters. They just had a knack for spotting the important issue of the day, the next great technology, or the next bit controversy. I include in the list folks like John Naisbitt (who I then worked with), as well as Alvin Toffler (<span style="text-decoration: underline">Future Shock</span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline">The Third Wave</span>), and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herman_Kahn" target="_blank">Herman Kahn</a> (<span style="text-decoration: underline">Thinking the Unthinkable</span>). M. Kahn, just so you know, was supposedly the inspiration for Peter Seller&#8217;s rendition of &#8220;Dr. Strangelove.&#8221; Although M. Kahn was a wee bit larger. Strangely, in recent years, we&#8217;ve seen very few great futurists, or even lousy ones. I think it&#8217;s because the X-axis is so short now, and the future so seemingly unpredictable in a predictable way.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Just between you and me, I think half the trick to good &#8220;genius forecasting&#8221; is to hire a bevy of bright, young, starving innocents; fill their heads, five days a week, with a select collection of stuff from &#8220;precursor&#8221; media, and then force them to tell you what&#8217;s &#8220;important&#8221; every month or so. Hell, make&#8217;em read science fiction, fan-zines, and a half-dozen blogs, and you&#8217;d probably do better than most of today&#8217;s economists and other soothsayers.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Mind you, it&#8217;s the &#8220;innocence&#8221; that&#8217;s important. The last thing you want is &#8220;experts&#8221; — they&#8217;re way too involved in whatever topic they&#8217;re an expert in, to see reality. After five years of so, rent out your now-not-so-innocents as consultants, and get a new flock.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">When &#8220;trend spotting&#8221; there are several key phases to look for, by the way:<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">First is the &#8220;<strong>naming</strong>.&#8221; It&#8217;s when the issue enters the lexicon. It is, for example, when the issue of coal fired power plants and air pollution came together in a single term called &#8220;Acid Rain.&#8221; Acid Rain first entered the lexicon — made its first appearance as a single descriptive term, in around 1854 according to my dusty research. Naming is very important. Controlling the naming gives you power, and can make or break an issue in the public lexicon, and in the public consciousness.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Second is the emergence of the &#8220;<strong>champion.</strong>&#8221; That&#8217;s the individual or group that takes the issue and makes it heard. Acid Rain&#8217;s champion, for example, was a fellow named <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Likens" target="_blank">Gene Likens</a> studying the forests in the Finger Lakes region of up-state New York. In more recent history, I&#8217;d say Granny D is/was the champion for the campaign finance reform movement, and Cindy Sheehan for the current anti-war movement; perhaps — a slightly ironic choice — Michael Moore for health-care reform. Perhaps too, we can throw in Al Gore for global warming, Lou Dobbs for immigration reform, and Thomas Friedman for globalization.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I am sure this model would still work— with appropriate modifications for the Web2.0 world — if you could figure out what falls where. The &#8216;net has messed things up. Sorting out what goes where — what media leads, what media follows — would be the trick. Nevertheless, I had put the whole concept aside as no longer applicable in a wired world.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">In fact, when I really thought about it, I figured a much more interesting approach would be to try and aggregate, quantify and track the questions people were asking on Google. The idea was to group generic questions into categories and then track the ebb and flow of the nation&#8217;s attention — as represented by those categories. It seems you can do that to some extent with Google Trends. Not quite, but close. If there were a way to close the universe, to track the questions as they ebb and flow as a percentage of a total zeitgeist, then you might have something. What I am not sure. Perhaps this is a million dollar idea, perhaps not. Either way, I digress.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">When the &#8220;Precursor Monitoring&#8221; model was developed, there was no Internet to speak of. On and off, over the last ten years, I&#8217;ve noodled a bit about just how and where such a model could apply to all the &#8220;raw&#8221; stuff one now finds on the &#8216;net. And, that gets me to the point of this discussion: Where would blogs fall?<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">The answer is, obviously — and consequently difficult — everywhere. Blogs are a generic thing, just like a print magazine — some lead, some follow and some are way, way out in space. Many are crud.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">That, by the way, is the big change between now and then. No, not the crud — 90-percent of everything has always been crud. It still is. The big change, the difference between the pre-Internet media universe and today is that media no longer fall into nice neat categories.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Pre-Internet, one could reasonably lump leading and trailing publications by type: fringe media first (including science fiction), followed by low-circulation newsletters and the alternative press, followed by local papers (for local events), followed by trade journals and specialty journals, followed by the national newspapers, followed by the national magazines, and, lastly, followed by various government records and congressional publications.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Science fiction probably still leads, somewhat, but the rest of that categorization is shot to hell. Everything is all over the block. &#8220;Big&#8221; media is bigger and more monolithic than ever, yet audiences are fracturing into smaller and smaller demographics. Simultaneously, independent and &#8220;personal&#8221; publishing — of all variety — are experiencing a renaissance the likes of which we&#8217;ve never seen.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Given that, to use this model today, one would have to individually categorize various media, including blogs and web sites and e-newsletters, and assign them, uniquely, to a particular quadrant. That would be the trick: to find and track the sites, online publications, e-newsletters, and blogs that cover first quadrant things, namely, what I would call leading ideas, events, authorities, advocates, and literature.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">I would argue that we could use something similar to Molitor&#8217;s Model in today&#8217;s world, but, but we need to, first, expand it to include many more types and genres of media, and second, refine it by actually cataloging various sites, bytes, blogs, newsletters, magazines, &#8216;zines, and the like, and place them in the appropriate quadrant.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt">Finally, since we&#8217;re wishing, you could combine that with a good &#8220;first use&#8221; system, a kind of &#8220;reverse Google,&#8221; that tracked the appearance of new terms in the global lexicon and you&#8217;d have a decent environmental scanning model. Wouldn&#8217;t that be cool. </span></p>
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