As is my way, I try new things. Am adventurous and, perhaps predictable in following trends. Early Adopters R Us. Most new things become old. It’s rare that something makes a significant difference. An entrepreneur's optimism is to believe that something’s about to happen just around the corner. It rarely does, but occasionally you are … Continue reading Ayahuasca
When Extinction Rebellion (XR) last hit the streets, I didn’t join in. Mainly because I was busy doing other things and partially because I didn’t believe that direct 'action' actually resulted in actions Between 2006 and 2014, a study showed that climate protests haven’t led to a single debate in British Parliament. Direct action mostly … Continue reading Rebellion Extinction?
There have been many times when I’ve struggled with life’s meaning and dabbled with nihilism. Existentialism is a byproduct of consciousness, it seems. Some time ago I had a bit of a revelation, in a bluer moment. For some months I’d felt listless, weighed down by the absence of meaning. I’d felt that, as monkeys … Continue reading Finding Meaning
My fingers have hovered over my keyboard a number of times this year, but I’ve not written. That’s been in keeping with 2018; a year of deliberately not doing many things. I’ve not worked, much. I’ve not tried very hard. I’ve not worried as much. I’ve not written. I’ve not done rather than done. Yet … Continue reading A Year of Not
Here's an article and a podcast I did recently for Forbes, now that I'm 'temporary-retired'... https://www.forbes.com/sites/michalbohanes/2018/07/23/founder-not-a-ceo-some-people-need-to-start-companies-not-run-them/ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVNyPCaIqZo
In his book Outliers, Malcom Gladwell claims it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at something. I guess I’m a slow learner, as it’s taken me a mere 148,000 hours to realise the opposite. Namely, that I’m not an expert at something. After running 3 businesses in 5 countries over ~17 years, I’ve come … Continue reading A Founder, Not A CEO
This article first appeared in the Winter 2016 edition of Waterlog Magazine. I once almost caught a trout between my legs. Aged 8 or 9, frolicking in a murky River Itchen, my Dad lifted me up out of the water by my arms and somehow my ankles ensnared an olive brown trout of about a … Continue reading Swangling