A Year at IMD: September

When September kicks into high gear, the International Consulting Projects (ICP) and the career search become all-consuming. It is in the heart of these stages of the program that the previous learnings start to cement themselves in tangible ways:

01 Sept - Homecoming
02 Sept - Photographs and Memories
03 Sept - Saturday at the Evian Masters
04 Sept - Partners Until the Very End
05 Sept - Ding!
06 Sept - On the Road Again
07 Sept - Out of Leffe Field
08 Sept - A Deep Breath of Fresh (Brussels) Air
09 Sept - Coming to America
10 Sept - Happy Birthday Denisa!
11 Sept - One Day
12 Sept - The Waiting Game
13 Sept - Juggling
14 Sept - Cycling for Sarajevo
15 Sept - How Time Flies...
16 Sept - A Case Study in Interviewing
17 Sept - Quiet Day
18 Sept - Comparing Business Schools
19 Sept - Bonus Diary Entry #3
20 Sept - Ze French Party of Ze YEAR
21 Sept - Sarajevo Beckons
22 Sept - Blogs Blogs Blogs
23 Sept - A Presidential Farewell
24 Sept - The Waiting Game
25 Sept - What Lurks Beneath
26 Sept - No Better Place to Be
27 Sept - The Latin Party
28 Sept - The Journey of 1300 Kilometers Starts Here...
29 Sept - Journey of a Lifetime
30 Sept - Cycling for Sarajevo: Leadership Across Borders

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Party Like It's 1999

A coworker sent me a meeting invitation to the end of the world. Fitting. I'm not sure if I should accept or not (suppose it depends on your views of the end of the Mayan calendar ), but somehow it reminded me of the Prince song on a related subject . Fitting as well that this coworker was not born when Prince extolled the virtues of partying like it's 1999 (side note: I did party like it's 1999 while studying abroad in Milan at that time, which was a heady experience with the coming of the Euro and all. How times have changed, how the mighty have fallen...). Time change, sometimes faster than we think, and our cultural references become dated. Perhaps just like the Mayan calendar falling out of fashion over the last few centuries, until its end becomes a modern cultural phenomenon - or not, depending on your view of things. In either case, it's worth partying like it's 1999 regardless because hey, it will be Friday when this all goes down, and Fridays

Siesta

Every so often, an afternoon comes along that deserves a siesta. Today is such a day. With mid-90's temperatures and a blazing, blue sky, a July summer day such as this carries the conditions befitting of a hour's respite from the day's torching heat and mounting challenges. Good thing, then, that there is so much more work to do and that a pause is difficult to conceive at this point. But it is worth daydreaming - as good as a siesta, just done wakefully instead of eyes closing. In any case, I found this portrait by the artist Roxanne Driedger to be appropriate. A sort of soft tribute to the innocent pleasures of an afternoon nap that seems so appealing right now.

New York Pause

Heading to the Helmsley Sometimes I work in NYC, and this is my office. More precisely, there is a desk in the upper floors of this distinctive building that has a major thoroughfare running through it that I inhabit while typing up documents and conducting meetings in the city. It is nothing exceptional, usually the work and sometimes the desk at which I sit, but the surrounding city is commanding, ever-thriving, and never-still. If I pay close enough attention, I am reminded of the countless things that make this city unique among the many cities I have had the pleasure to live in and visit. But on this brisk morning, when winter gusts barrel down Park Avenue as I hustle the blocks from Lex to the building entrance security guards, I pause long enough to snap this picture. That pause is enough reminder that I am lucky to be here, and New York City is ready to give me its best shot (I'm still not sure if the city is better personified male or female). But that is all t

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