Monday, September 05, 2022
Action and Consequence
Friday, August 19, 2022
Finding Resonance
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
Staying Fed
Thursday, July 28, 2022
Obstacles to Capital
Wednesday, July 27, 2022
The Rules we See
Points of Contrast
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Shifting Winds
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Being Conspicuous
Friday, August 06, 2021
Bears Repeating
Spending Discipline
Monday, August 02, 2021
See the Value
Friday, July 30, 2021
Under Pressure
Friday, May 07, 2021
Necessary Friction
Building wealth is not purely about skills and knowledge. There is not a pure play meritocracy with a completely level playing field. The reality is we all have to eat, and that requires a degree of protection to be able to incentivize investing in skills and knowledge. With 7.7 Billion people on the planet, a pure meritocracy with no barriers would mean almost all of us would have to point out that someone is better than us at what we do. That means building wealth does require some friction. Some boundaries. Something to allow you to build an engine and vehicle completely detached from you. That can support you, and your community, without judgement of their merit. To still the waves of financial anxiety, you cannot constantly be weighing and measuring everyone. There has to be some independent commitment. That requires a level of self-awareness, seeing what your strengths and weaknesses are, what your community is, who your clients are, and understanding the market you are in. Developing skills that do not define you, but are transferable between different problems.
Monday, November 30, 2020
Reply All
I have been lucky to work with awesome people. My colleagues are the part I miss most about a Corporate life, and the thing I am looking most forward to in the trade-offs of a return. You spend a lot of time with the people you work with. Those teams change. As time grows since my first job, it is interesting mentally going through the list of who I have worked with, and where they are now. The old adage of repairing a boat panel by panel, till you ask if it is the same boat. I once got a job as a waiter at a restaurant I loved eating at. Turned out management was awful to staff, and then switched on their smiles. The same can be true in “Reply All” slip ups, and emails forwarded without looking at the full trail. False smiles will out, and containers will change. I love being part of a team, but have gradually realised my real loyalty lies with the people I have connected with. Not the dynamic containers we were using at the time. Clients become colleagues. Colleagues become competitors. Competitors become colleagues. We are all connected, across time and through actions. Money is made in containers with barriers to entry and exit. We are not made in one container. There is always a bigger container that matters more, and will last longer.
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Spin the Coin
Waves of randomness batter individuals the hardest. Our best efforts can be swamped by chance, and the lotteries of birth – geography, genetics, community, time. Take a big step back, and you lose and gain information. Spin a coin once, and you have no idea whether it will be heads or tails with confidence. Spin it a million times, and if the coin is fair, it will be a hair’s breadth from half a million of each. One way to control for unwanted noise is to pool the risk. Let your fate be decided by the million spins, rather than the one. Be part of a group. To accept that, you must accept the cross subsidies. A Cross Subsidy is where one group of consumers pay a higher price, so that another group pay an artificially lower price. It is like splitting the bill. The question is when you will care enough about the container to be okay with splitting. If you intentionally had salad and water, you are going to be bitter about paying for steak and champagne. Understandable. That is different from voluntarily acknowledging the coin of life has treated you well, and chipping into the container of 7.8 billion individual spins. Even though you already know the result, and can pretend it is merit.
Thursday, November 05, 2020
Social Capital
One part of the job search process I do not enjoy is CV writing. As someone who includes “Price is not Value. Salary is not Worth. You are not your Job” as one of his mantras, a CV feels very much like a boastful autobiography. Public Speaking is the best example of where everything works more smoothly when the focus is the content, not the person. When you speak passionately about something you care about, to people who care about it too. Magic. When it is a school oral in front of a class of bored 14-year-old ingrate inmates, no wonder people are scarred for life when they have to present. LinkedIn and Facebook partly solve this, with my tendency to think aloud and befriend strangers. Ideally, as you grow in your career, you are not starting from scratch. You are part of a community. Ex-colleagues, “competitors”, suppliers, clients, classmates and others in my (privileged) network turn it into a team effort. Like the compound interest of investing. Always worth remembering in whatever role you are currently playing.
Friday, October 30, 2020
Blerrie Complicated
PK and “The Power of One” created a vivid picture of overcoming struggle, and of Oxford and the Rhodes Scholarship, for me. Cecil John Rhodes casts a shadow over South Africa with a bloody complicated legacy (or blerrie complicated, as my Grandfather would say to avoid swearing). Which includes an Oxford-like university in Grahamstown called Rhodes, surrounded by places like King William’s Town, Queenstown (where my Mom was from, with family on both sides of the Anglo-Boer war), Port Elizabeth and East London, in the area where the 1820 Settlers arrived after the Napoleonic Wars. Smack in the middle of a 100-year conflict between the Xhosa Kingdom and earlier European settlers. Rhodes’ statue also used to preside over the Rugby fields, looking with South England ambition towards the mountains, outside my leafy residence at the University of Cape Town. I applied for the Rhodes Scholarship, but didn’t get an interview. I still ended up in Oxfordshire on a different path. Living just outside the city in a small medieval market town called Burford. A Buhr is an old English fortification. A ford is a river. Crossing rivers. Crossing continents. Crossing cultures. Unpacking blerrie complication.
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Path Dependent
Learning is path dependent. There is a real risk of Group Hypnosis on the path. Money and meaning are made in containers. Within constraints. With shape and form. It takes time and effort to build these containers. The things we care about, may be connected to things we don’t care about. Things we used to care about. Perhaps even things we think are wrong. We don’t get to pick and choose everything to be exactly as we want it to be. There are trade offs and concessions. We cloak the truth in a shared story or interpretation. There may come a point at which pointing out that the Emperor is wearing no clothes becomes worthwhile. Before that, it may be fine to have a naked ego maniac playing bossman if it doesn’t mess up the things you care about. When he suggests strip poker to take the things you care about, it becomes a little too obvious. Somehow, we need to detach and keep learning rather than defending our container. While still defending the people we care about in the containers.
Friday, September 25, 2020
Given Time
I am not that interested in the first five years, if that is all that is on offer. I believe in compounding and foundation building. If you are living hand-to-mouth, neither of those factors are relevant. If you are simply being paid for the work you do, and that gets consumed. Money is made in containers. If you help build a container, you want to have a stake in that container. Ownership. The kind that exists beyond you. Real wealth is created over the long term. Through owning the container. Through owning the barriers to entry. Even fifteen years is short. Compounding is just starting to kick in. We judge ourselves over short periods like months, quarters, and years. What is your 100-year plan? What is your 1,000-year plan? What is your plan that has nothing to do with you?
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Mad as a Potter
Somewhere in Cape Town lives a crazy potter named John. He is not hard to find if you follow the trail of creativity he leaves in his wake. He used to live (conspicuously) a couple of houses down from me when I was in Harfield Village. His dream was/is to bake some houses that would grow into a Creative Community. A group of people coming together to make beauty. Community building is hard. Even with passion. I also want to build a virtual Community of 150 people that pays Basic Incomes and builds a Community Wealth Fund. The challenge is who?, how?, and around what common fire? What happens when (not if) people leave? As we discard geography, race, class and other containers, how do we build new ones to support each other? In a world where tomorrow is very different from yesterday, what does a thriving us look like?