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Meditation from Reboot11

Reboot11 was my first reboot conference. It was a milestone in my life. Nothing less. As a member of the reboot book crew, I took notes on all the speakers presenting in the main hall. It didn’t take long to see a pattern emerging – there was actually a sequence to the topics. Speakers were referring to topics already raised – and building on or enhancing those topics. It was stunning to watch this happen right before me. I asked Thomas Madsen-Mygdal, the driving force behind Reboot, whether he had planned it that way when lining up the speakers. He said that if I saw it that way, then that was my contribution – interpreting the pieces brought together at Reboot. Here is what I saw emerge at the end of Day 1 of Reboot11. The Meditation We Reboot11 activists need the superpowers that let the body become all eyes.…

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Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010

It felt like the year came to an abrupt end. December was a whirlwind of activity and change. There are so many people who made 2009 a wonderful year. I want to thank all of them. I will do so over time in 2010. I want to make the thanks personal and meaningful. For now, know that I am thinking kind thoughts of all of you! Two turning points for me in 2009 were my mom’s death March 9th and my decision to walk away from a full-time job November 30th in the middle of a world-wide financial crisis. There is a connection. I am rediscovering who am I and what my values are. You can sense the direction I am going in from this posting on my quickie blog at Tumblr. I feel very good about 2010. I have no clue what will happen, but I feel good. I…

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The joy of sharing ideas

I don’t understand what Holger Bech Nielsen, the theoretical physicist, talks about. However, I gladly listened to him talk many years ago. Twice. Why? I am not a physicist. I have not attended any physics classes at school. That doesn’t matter. You don’t need schooling to recognize the barely contained excitement in someone who wants to share ideas. I remember how he could hardly stand still because he was bursting with all that he wanted to tell us. The audience was a group of Mensans at their annual gathering. The location was a campground with barracks owned by some church for their own get-togethers. Holger spoke in the only place available – a whitewashed, wooden church building. He became desperate to draw illustrations of what he was telling us. We could only find some white A4 paper and a purple marker. Volunteers taped the paper to the wall and Holger…

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