Systemic bureaucratic failures breed inertia and internal complexity within organisations…
Tag: Psychology
…our globally interconnected organisational systems are still attempting to hammer the square peg of analog thinking and management style into the round hole of digital transformation…
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Discontinuous
There exists a vast discontinuity and rupture running through the middle of this world…
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A Rusty Spring
It is as though every Sunday night some unrepentant fiend winds up the vast mechanical and rusty spring of my working week and then, yet again, I must endure the tedious unfurling of this coil through until the welcome arrival and cathartic release of Friday evening. Working life probably only seems to be the wasted […]
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Uncertainty
Do you ever get the feeling that no one really ever knows what they are doing ?
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Reflections: Don’t Feed The Troll
There is no sense in which the normative value of a consensus morality is the central concern for a bully or online troll. Piranha feeding at a corpse do not much care for the reason the corpse lies before them in the water…
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The “Mediation” in Social Media
Social media is neither good nor bad. It is merely another evolution of the participatory self-expression and creative individual cultural absorption which so well characterises historical and technological development…
A political stance is really just a way of sharing with the world what you think that people really are…
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Cult of Personality
The cult of the leader, of single isolated points of power and control and is an inevitable consequence and inversion of a fundamental social and psychological misunderstanding…
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Facebook Tackles Fake News
Facebook provides an attempted technical solution in this opening salvo of the online Truth Wars…
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Voting Against Your Own Best Interests
A wily political tactician may influence or deceive through emotional hypnotic suggestion to an unwitting neuropsychological susceptibility…
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Empty World
Some number of years ago now, I remember witnessing a filmic representation of something written by Charles Bukowski, its title eludes me. This was perhaps characteristically, miserably bizzarre and featured some peculiar and wicked strand of thought concerning a discovery that the narrator was the only real person and everyone else he encountered were soul-less, […]
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