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The Conference I met Gail

Last night I was reading the book “Feelings” by Aliki to my almost 7-year-old Isaac.  It is great book that discusses emotions; sadly we do not do this often talk about our feelings in regular life. The book discusses anger, happiness, sorrow and fright. On page 30 a small girl stands slightly offstage as she fearfully looks at boy onstage performing before a crowd of thousands.  The text that encapsulates this moment is “You’re next Joanna.  Don’t be nervous.”  Isaac responded to the image by saying, “I would be nervous performing in front of so many people.  Would you?”  “Well, Isaac,” I said. “I have spoken in front 5000 people and in rooms of only 20.  I find the smaller groups often more challenging.  But the most important thing in a speech is that you connect with someone.  Even if I only touch the lives of two or three people…

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Spinning the Message

Imagine a society where your device is never far from your hand.  No matter how important you are or how low, you never go out socially without your technology.   The line between work and personal life  is hopelessly blurred. You cannot even take your kids to the park without pulling out your device and following the most recent thread.  Does this sound like our wired society in 2013? Well, I am actually describing the world of the average woman in the Middle Ages.  Back then every woman, regardless of age or rank, was expected to fill their day with meaningful work.  So each woman would carry their spindle and distaff  (also called a rock) with them to social occasions.  Sometimes they would even gather for this purpose and it was called “a rocking” I guess the modern equivalent of that would be a “tweet-up.” It was a constant frenzy of…

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#HIball

On December 20th I walked upon the streets of New York. I had just checked in to my hotel room. It was small, just enough space for a bed. I changed into my Walking Gallery jacket and left for the gala. Alex Fair and folks from the NY chapter of Health 2.0 were going to sell art in the hope of help raising money for charity. As I walked down the street, darkness fell.  Vast piles of trash bags lined the avenue. My footsteps echoed on the wet pavement people were rushing home from work and school. A big sister walked with her little sister. Then a caregiver guided a child with autism past a looming bin and passerby. I looked for the club where we were going to host the gala. Columbus 72 was a small club sandwiched between many buildings. I went down the steep stairway into the…