Making Noise
A picture is worth a thousand words... and a few hundred calories when it makes you laugh.
Having just finished giving two presentations about "what your project team isn't telling you," I heard a lot of pain and fear about making noise to the executives. It seems a few people have witnessed messengers being shot. Ironically, I saw this sign in New York City this morning, and I just had to share it. I wonder who is enforcing it, because honking is a language in and of itself in a city that hears about every tongue imaginable spoken. Somehow I doubt that anybody has collected much money in honking penalties.
So... is your reluctance to speak up and "honk your horn" at work due to "obsolete" signs that should be ignored? As I told both the audiences, the really good executives will listen when the message is presented intelligently and with an orientation toward solutions. The times that any executive gets hyper is when she or he is blindsided with a problem that is dumped on his or her lap with no sign of a solution in sight. The bad executives will blow a gasket regardless of the message or the delivery.
Just something to think about as you are about to deliver bad news.

My New York trip is coming to an end. I met some wonderful people while I was here, and I feel fortunate to have seen many wonderful sights. New York truly is one of the most vibrant, alive, diverse, loud (in a good way), bright (in a better way) cities I've ever experienced.
Carpe Factum meets the Big Apple this week.
This morning I groaned as the thermometer read a whopping twelve degrees BELOW ZERO. Hence, after dropping the girls off to start their day, I decided to treat myself to a bagel before my morning conference call. I stopped into my friendly neighborhood Panera, and was mildly annoyed to see a 
Looking for Innovation? It's most likely located between "Hospitals" and "Juice Bars."
Living with a toddler means that you'll hear the phrase, "I'll do it myself" a lot between the ages of two and four. The kids are trying to assert their independence and it's up to us parents to figure out when to intervene and take over and when to back off and let our kids make a few mistakes. It's all part of the learning process.
Tonight, I had the honor of escorting my older daughter to the annual Daddy-Daughter Valentine's dance in West Des Moines. I learned quite a few things tonight. For example, I now know that my daughter does a great Macarena. Also, this old guy can pull off a Cha-Cha-Slide when he needs to. And I have not forgotten the moves to the Chicken Dance. Oh, and that I get a major lump in my throat slow dancing with my daughter to Bob Carlisle's song, Butterfly Kisses.
I've been playing with the concept for the better part of three years. I've been living the concept throughout most of my consulting career, with successful engagements at multiple clients. I've been researching the plot and characters for about the last 18 months. The active writing started around eight months ago. As my new year's resolution, I set February 6 at my target date for completing the first manuscript.
For Christmas, my wife gave me a new navigation system for my car. Since the Ford Escape I chose was rather basic, it was missing many of the creature comforts I had enjoyed in my last vehicle, one of which was a compass. Mind you, I'm not directionally impaired, but I do enjoy being able to see where I'm headed.
Today is the day when the two (supposedly) best teams in football match up against each other. Personally, I'm tired of the Patriots and given their cheating (videotaping their opponents), I don't believe they should even be allowed to play any post-season games as punishment for earlier actions; hence, I'm rooting for the Giants. But I'm not that big of an NFL fan to expend that much energy one way or another on this issue. If the Packers, Bears, Vikings, Chiefs, or Colts are playing, I pay a lot more attention.



