Archive - Mar 2013
March 23rd
Cape Cod Snow
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Sat, 03/23/2013 - 07:49The sides of the road were covered with fresh snow. Clumps clung to the branches of the scrub pine trees. It was a spring snow, damp, thick and heavy; the sort that doesn't stick around for long. The pile on top of the old osprey's nest resembled a giant white bowler and the houses along the highway looked like cliched paintings bought in the tourist art galleries in Hyannis.
These are the paintings of Cape Cod in the Winter, with heavy layers of white zinc oxide oil paint. The sky above was a clear post-snow storm light blue and the pond in front of the house was a colder darker blue.
This was not the typical summer trip to the Cape, with anticipation of six days of laying on the beach, listening to the waves, soaking up the sun, and excitedly looking at some whales, seals, or other sea creatures that happened to visit our little stretch of warm sand. Nor was it the emergency trip, to a funeral or some crisis. Instead, it was something in between.
It would be a three day weekend at the beginning of spring with the extended family. It would be a brief respite from ongoing litany of recent crises. It was an inconvenient time to go. There were several burgeoning crises and others still in full bloom that needed to be attended to. Yet the whole extended family would be there and I knew that I needed at least a little time to decompress.
Even so, I was heading out late, alone. Kim and Fiona had already left the morning before, but I couldn't manage to take as much time as they were taking.
Before I left, I visited Librivox; a website where volunteers read books in the public domain, mostly from Project Gutenberg, and share them for anyone to download. I had a collection of short stories and Virginia Woolf's third novel, Jacob's Room, which I had loaded onto my cellphone. I listened to them the way others listen to books on tape as they drive. A volunteer from Richmond Virginia named Amber intoned, "This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. Jacob's Room, Chapter 3, by Virginia Woolf read by Amber; Richmond Virginia"
I've always loved Virginia Woolf's writing, and as I listened, I wondered how much her voice has changed mine. I listened to the short stories and thought of more ideas for my own writing.
Now, it is Saturday morning. I look out the windows of the beach house and see the white caps on the bay. Much of the snow has already melted, but there is still plenty on the ground. I remember, years ago, hearing Angelica Garnett talking about life in the Bloomsbury Group. It is a whole different story which I often tell, and should write down for my blog. I believe she was talking about Virginia Woolf, but she may have been talking about Vanessa Bell, who would be the first one up and stare quietly over her cup of coffee. "I have done with words, how much better the silence, the coffee cup".
But now, the youngest of the Fallon tribe have awoken. They are sharing stories from some novel and talking about shopping in Provincetown, so my time of quiet writing time has come to an end.
March 21st
The Cape
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Thu, 03/21/2013 - 20:24It almost feels as if I haven't had any real time off since we went to Cape Cod last summer for vacation. Since then, there has been the campaign, my mother's death, storms, the Health Leaders Fellowship, and plenty of things to deal with at work. Yes, there was Christmas, like Dar Williams sings, "a long red glare shot up like a warning". I worked on Middnight on Main for New Years Eve. At least I got to see Dar that evening. Since then, I've take a few days off here and there, to go to a funeral or to help clean out my mother's house, but that's been about it.
So, here we are as Lent leads into Holy Week. The vernal equinox has come, and hopefully we will soon be done with snow until next winter. At church, we have a pick-up choir, often doing fairly simple pieces so anyone can easily join in. But, for Good Friday, we are singing part of Heinrich Schutz's St. Matthew Passion. It is probably the most challenging piece I've sung since college and for the group of singers gathered, I'm probably the least accomplished. It is a stretch, but it feels good. The section we're singing fits well with Good Friday, as well as my Lenten contemplations.
So as I sing Schutz, I ponder poetry. The start of spring brings several poems to mind:
"Nature's first green is gold", Frost wrote and notes it cannot stay. Wordsworth talks about "a host, of golden daffodils". He goes talk about thinking about these daffodils when on his couch he lies "In vacant or in pensive mood."
Yeats "will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree". There, he will "live alone in the bee-loud glade". Yet for me, one of the first poems that caught my attention over two decades ago was Sea Fever by John Masefield. "I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky…"
I remember reading this poem in fifth grade and deeply feeling that sea fever, that longing to return to a peaceful simpler time; a time simpler than all the trials and turmoil of fifth grade. Tomorrow, before the crack of dawn, I shall head out to The Cape, "if it's fine tomorrow". My thoughts turn to Virginia Woolf's James Ramsay as he thinks about heading "To The Lighthouse". "These words conveyed an extraordinary joy".
My mind drifts to H.D., to her Sea Rose, caught in the drift, and her pointed pines of the sea. But I am tired and my mind is drifting. If I want to go to the lighthouse, or make it out to the Cape in good time, I'll "have to be up with the lark". This time, Virginia's Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway comes to mind, "What a lark! What a plunge!"
March 19th
Thoughts on the CT Health Leaders Fellowship Program
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Tue, 03/19/2013 - 20:58Last week, I attended another session of the CT Health Foundation's, Health Leadership Fellows Program. (As an aside, applications for the class of 2014 are due April 1st). For me, a few different themes came together.
The first is the four stages of competence. In the first stage, we are unconscious of our incompetence. We don't know how to do something, and we don't recognize our lack of knowledge. The next stage is being consciously incompetent; we discover what we don't know and that we need to work on. The third stage is being consciously competent. After we work on a skill for a while, we master the skill, but we still have to think about it as we do it. The final stage is becoming unconsciously competent. The skill has become natural, effortless.
I tend not to think of myself as a leader and when it comes to leadership skills, tend to think of myself as in the first stage. Yet the program has caused me to rethink some of my views on leadership, as well as the skills that I have or wish to develop.
One of the most important areas of this is what I like to talk about in terms of intent and impact. When I write, when I try to work on something important to me, too often, I don't think about the intent. I am unconscious of my intent. On the simplest level, too many of us live lives of quite desperation, where our only intent is to get food and housing, to make it through the day, through the week. Yet shouldn't our lives be more than that?
Then, if we do get in touch with some greater intent, do we actually have the impact we were hoping to have? How often do we ever even know the impact we're having?
I think social media provides a good example of this. So many people working in social media intend to build audience. They look at how many followers or friends they have, how many hits their websites get, maybe even how many times something they say is shared or retweeted. Yet that isn't really a meaningful intent. It also leads to those trying to be more intentional in their use of social media not to focus as much on impact as perhaps they should. If I am being intentional in my social media activity, why do I want to get distracted by hit counts? I'm spending much more time trying to determine the intent of my social media activity, as well as other activities in my life, and then try to find out if the impact I'm actually having matches up with that intent.
This takes me to an aspect I thought about a bit during this month's Health Leadership Fellows gathering: What are our values? How often do we really think about our values? How do they relate to our intent in our various activities?
In a discussion leading up to the session, a few of us talked about how people's values don't always match their actions. In politics we scream at others for being hypocrites, claiming one value and acting in a different manner. I mentioned the saying that if you really want to know a persons values, take a look at what they like or post on Facebook.
However, perhaps the accusation of hypocrisy is overdone. Perhaps it relates back to the four stages, not knowing our values and not acting on them, knowing our values and but not acting on them, knowing our values and acting on them, and ultimately getting our values and actions so inline that we don't think of our values as we act them out.
Another way of looking at this is thinking about our values, what we believe internally, and our commitments, how we actually act. Consciousness, competency, intent, impact, values and commitments; all of these are ideas that I'm exploring further.
March 18th
A Podcast Presentation Tool - @bufferapp and @Tweetchat
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Mon, 03/18/2013 - 19:27On March 30th, PodCamp Western Mass will take place. Already, people are brainstorming session ideas. I've written about PodCamps several times in the past. What is the Difference Between a Good Podcamp and a Great Podcamp? is the blog post that perhaps best captures my thoughts about PodCamps.
A good podcamp does not have people coming in to do presentations. Presentations are done by self professed experts trying to tell other people something important that they’ve learned. There are places for presentations, but I don’t think podcamps are one of them. Presentations reflect a major problem in so much of online media today. Everyone wants to talk, and no one wants to listen. A good podcamp is one where everyone goes to listen and learn.
With this, I thought I'd share my latest favorite presentation tool, a tool that should work well for Podcamp. I've used it for a couple presentations and I know a few other people are thinking of using this idea.
On the screen where the presentation is being projected, instead of projecting PowerPoint, I project a Tweetchat using a predefined hashtag. I set the update speed to 5 seconds to try and minimize Then, I load up my talking points in Buffer. I set Buffer so that it won't do any automatic updates until after the presentation is scheduled to be over.
Then, when I do the presentation, I bring up Buffer on my Android phone. It should work the same way for iPhones. My tweets are their waiting for me, and I can click on the option to send each tweet immediately to twitter as I get the the tweet in my presentation. Within five seconds, it shows up on the screen.
What is also nice about this, is that gives everyone else a chance to add their thoughts to the discussion on the presentation screen.
For those who believe that presentations should follow a 10-20-30 rule, ten slides, twenty minutes and thirty point font, buffer helps with this, if you are using the free version of buffer, you are limited to ten tweets. When I do important larger presentations, I upgrade my buffer account to the paid version.
The problems I run into are trying to see what else has been added to the discussion, responding to it, and dealing with some of the delay. However, it is a great way of doing presentations and a skill I'm working on enhancing.
So, anyone up for some Buffer/Tweetchat enabled presentation/discussions at Podcamp Western Mass?
March 16th
Seven Stitches
Submitted by Aldon Hynes on Sat, 03/16/2013 - 16:55As I helped clean out my mother's house last weekend, I came across my writing book from elementary school. There were nine different stories in it, all written to writing prompts in fifth grade. It must have been written in 1969 or 1970. At first, I thought about transcribing all of them to the blog. However, as I read them, some of them were really dark, perhaps it was from the shadow of the Vietnam War.
With that, I'm starting off by sharing the final story in the writing booklet. It recounts a true story that happened to me in fifth grade.
Seven Stitches
It was a nice Saturday. I was going on a campout with Troop 9. We hiked to the Col. Seth Warner camp on the Broad Brook trail. We got to the camp at lunch time. We and and played around. We were up so far Broad Brook was a small stream. Polock yelled, "Nobody get hurt 'cause it's a long way to the Medical Center."
It was my first campout with the troop and I thought it would be fun. Mr. Hatton drove the supplies in with a four wheel drive. We set camp and played in the brook. We threw stones in splash each other. Mr. Goodell said it was time to get ready for supper. So, Harvey Chisson threw his last rock which hit me on the forehead. It did not hurt but I was scared half to death. I had blood drowning my face. I had a big bandaid on my head. Mr Goodell went for help. My dad's car had four-wheel drive, but he was out of town, so Mr. Hatton brought me home, but when he got here two hours after the accident his car broke down. He fixed it and brought me home. My dad had just got home at 9:00 PM. I finally made it to the Medical Center and had seven stitches.