A Year at IMD: August

Coming back from summer holiday, August is the last concerted push in the MBA Auditorium with an integrated module (this year was the stakeholder module) and the kick-off of the International Consulting Projects (ICP):

01 Aug - Happy Swiss Day!
02 Aug - Rogue Trader
03 Aug - Where Are They Now? Diary Writer Alum Ariwoola
04 Aug - The Career Search
05 Aug - What IMD Means to Me: Real Learning
06 Aug - Visiting the Aletsch Glacier
07 Aug - Coming Back to Life
08 Aug - A Simple Philosophical Question
09 Aug - Bad Companies, Good Companies
10 Aug - Choosing IMD
11 Aug - Five Speeches
12 Aug - The Future of the Manager
13 Aug - Who is Bob Smith?
14 Aug - Coming Down the Mountain
15 Aug - INDIA
16 Aug - Remembering the MBA Auditorium
17 Aug - The International Consulting Project (ICP)
18 Aug - The Dynamic Learning Network
19 Aug - Deja Vu
20 Aug - You've Got a Case
21 Aug - London Calling
22 Aug - Happy Birthday Rahul!
23 Aug - Dispatches from London
24 Aug - Back to Work (again)
25 Aug - A Tale of 243 Days
26 Aug - The Career Strategy
27 Aug - So What?
28 Aug - Onward to Brussels
29 Aug - Under Pressure
30 Aug - Missing Lunch
31 Aug - Just Another Day

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Everyday Love Poem to my Wife

Over a year of marriage carries Happiness, love, and sometimes cranberries But eventually the pace slows down, Work intrudes, some days a frown And suddenly the world has changed. What we must do is simply rearrange The days so that other things fit neatly In their own places, and move on sweetly To the beauties of the everyday together. Because there is love everywhere, wherever You shall be - and perhaps also Rosie - This is a good thing naturally, So good to state it thus and remember That only frigid mornings in November Can keep us apart, but only so long As the work day lasts because so strong Is our pact that I worry not a wink - Your loveliness is worth so much, I think.

Sitting in a NYC Taxicab

I was whirring up Park Avenue for a meeting at the Waldorf Astoria (oh, how posh!) when I pulled out my cameraphone to snap a picture uniquely indicative of New York City. Something representative without being overdone (easier said that done!). Something relatable to almost anyone that has been to this wonderful city. Something easy to recognize. Something difficult to forget. Sitting in a NYC taxicab, it was apparent where the shutter would point itself. Of all the places that I have been in Manhattan through the years, none have been so welcoming and iconic as the backseat of those yellow beacons of light after a bender of a night. An United Nations of drivers mans these vehicles, representative of the dream that the United States has often been for the fortunate, displaced, and ambitious - not that disillusionment did not follow when finding the cab as an occupation hopeful for a better future. Regardless, the taxicab is often friend, sometimes foe - and sometimes the instigator of...

Muggles...

...is what I tweeted last night after having the privilege of attending a private screening of the movie hours before the midnight premiere. As much as the digital revolution has fragmented the shared experiences that we have, it has also greatly expanded the impact of those events that touch various peoples. Witness Harry Potter. In the pre-digital world, this would have been an uniquely British story about wizards and boarding schools, but it has captivated global audiences and transcended the borders of its now-uber-wealthy writer. We were part of the crowd that spanned the globe to see this movie, which I can say, lives up to the hype. On a Thursday evening, we could watch the lines of children queuing up to get a chance to say goodbye to a childhood growing up with Harry Potter and watching the actor grow from a plump-faced little boy into a serious actor and apparent alcoholic. It did not matter for 2.5 hours in the theater, of a movie that was pretty gripping from beginnin...

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