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DATELINE: 9:32 PM, Education Startup Weekend, New York City
I insisted my staff trade their Super Bowl for a Startup Weekend. I’m pretty sure the only reason they agreed to go is because I’m the boss.
I’ll find out later if they want to kill me, but for now I can report from the thick of things that:
Melissa is working on a project called Vid Code, which is designed to ignite girls’ interest in coding through the artistic expression of video processing. …
I’m terrible at doing what people tell me I should do, but I still get things done. I’m not sure why this is, but here is my best guess:
I manage my desires more than my time.
In high school, I never seemed to find time to do homework I didn’t want to do. It got so bad that in 1969 my high school calculus teacher, Mr. Foster, told me that if I did one single homework assignment, he’d base my grade on my tests — meaning I’d get an A. …
You and I know why business schools charge so much for an MBA.
Because they can.
But why do they pay so little to everyone except their superstars?
It’s not just because they can. I think the real reason is much more sinister than that.
Once upon a time — before starting my MBA at NYU in the early 1980s — I thought that there was something wrong with extracting the most from someone while giving the least in return. …
It will soon be 10 years since I resolved to be of more help to others without expectation of return. I didn’t decide to give more to charity or volunteer at a soup kitchen. I decided to find ways I could make things better that will not be done unless I do them. Here’s how:
In January of 2004, I placed an ad for a job I needed to fill. So many inexperienced people answered that I decided to offer them all three weeks of training before hiring one of them. It went so well that I got my budget…
Everyone is a stranger until you get to know them, and today I give thanks for the internet since it has brought so many wonderful strangers into my life.
Four years ago, I received a request from a young man wanting to connect with me on a social network. “Perhaps we can have a chat about business, politics, or career,” Juma Al-JouJou wrote.
I obliged. He wanted to know about game theory so I told him what little I know about the Ultimatum Game. The next thing I knew he was inventing new games to teach ethics. …
About 10 years ago, I attended a conference on behavioral economics. I’m not an economist, but a trader, and I went in the hopes of learning something that would improve my game.
The conference started out a little weird but became really bizarre when everyone discovered I was the only person there from Wall Street. During breaks I was mobbed by grad students pressing their CV’s on me, and after each talk, rather than taking questions from the audience, the speakers would look directly at me and ask what I thought.
In each instance my response was a…
I’m fairly entrepreneurial, having started a few businesses that have made me well off enough that I can now pursue my personal mission, which is to be of meaningful help to my people without expectation of financial reward.
Who are “my people?”
My people know a lot about a lot, but often little about themselves. For nearly a decade I’ve been studying what it takes to be of good character, what constitutes a robust personal philosophy, and how to have a meaningful life. I’ve come up with 54 questions that you can ask yourself and I’ve put them…
I want to help every unemployed person find rewarding work if they want it. What I have to say applies to everyone.
Understandably, many people discount what I have to say because I am a successful well-educated, debt-free, married white male who is a product of a different era. Blacks, Hispanics, immigrants, women, single parents and debt-laden liberal arts graduates all want to know how I could possibly understand what they are facing.
Well, there is one thing about me that gets me pre-judged, and that makes it hard for many people to find jobs.
I am old.
When I was unemployed in early 1982 I took a sales class where the teacher taught me something that changed my business and personal life in profound ways.
Because I was running out of money and had broken up with my girlfriend, I wrote…
Many people hate their inbox, but I love mine. I get hundreds of emails each day. At least a few times a week, I get a request for help from a stranger, and these give me a thrill. Doing a little favor for someone is a great way to kickstart my day. It gives me the energy to tackle the much bigger problems that are part of my routine.
When I was young, if you told me you had a problem, I’d be likely to counter with a problem of my own — rather than help you solve yours. That…
I come up with ideas and try to express them with words, code, and deeds.