Cultural Offering is the online sketch book of Kurt J. Harden. The opinions expressed here are mine. I invite you to enjoy, comment, agree or disagree.
Volume Up. Way up. On the roads between Nashville and Murray, Kentucky, I could see some of these fine people. If I do, I'll snap a pic and share it via Twitter (to your left):
Large or small businesses? Command and control or a thousand million individual decisions? This is the heart of George Gilder's seminal 1988 Harvard Business Review article, "The Revitalization of Everything: The Law of the Microcosm".
Gilder, who authored Wealth and Poverty in 1981, focused of how enterprises start and grow in his 1984 book, The Spirit of Enterprise. This Harvard Business Review essay promoted Gilders technological tome, Microcosm.
Think history doesn't run in cycles? How about this excerpt from the article? "Intel Chairman Gordon Moore denounced the venture capital financiers and the 'vulture capitalists' of Sand Hill Road, . ."
Remove Solyndra and we have a twenty-four year old discussion about Silicon Valley and Sematech:
"For Silicon Valley patriarch, the remedy was intervention by the U.S. government to reshape and subsidize their industry. Their ideas bore fruit in Sematech, a chip manufacturing research and development consortium to be funded half by industry and half by government."
At least the Sematech vision of industrial policy stayed afloat.
Gilder parallels chip technology breakthroughs with society as a whole, noting that lessons from the microchip can be applied to society: "The American strength derives not from the law of complexity but from the law of the microchip." Leave the chip, Gilder explained, and production cost increases, complexity increases, the world becomes muddy:
"In volume, anything on a chip is cheap. But as you move out of the microcosm, prices rise exponentially, A connection on a chip costs a few millionths of a cent, a wire on a printed circuit board is ten cents,. . ."
What does this mean for government and society? Decentralize. Command and control is useless in spite of government and big business's futile attempts to apply it effectively:
"Beyond a certain point comes the combinatorial explosion: large software programs tend to break down faster than they can be repaired. For communications, connections may multiply. But coordination and command impose impossible burdens on centralized systems."
More:
"Rather than pushing decisions up through the hierarchy, micro-electronics pulls them remorselessly down to the individual. That is the law of the microcosm. This is the secret of the new American challenge in the global economy."
I wonder what the cloud does to Gilder's theory? Nonetheless, The Law of the Microcosm is a great and important article read well worth your time. So here it is for you in tasty marked up PDF form.
"We are the strivingest people who have ever lived. We are ambitious,
time-starved, competitive, distracted. We move at full velocity, yet
constantly fear we are not doing enough. Though we live longer than any
humans before us, our lives feel shorter, restless, breathless…"
"This winter season is the most remarkable one in memory of any now living. January has given us scarcely any freezing weather if any. Just rainy, cloudy and cold. I saw a Japan Quince bush in bloom and a rose bush in full leaf. Dandelions in bloom and grass growing some. Most buds are observing their dormant season, winter or no winter. It has been too warm for my buried cabbage as it is nearly all rotted.
The depression is still with us. Everybody mostly in debt and hard up. Prices at low levels, office busy trying to force down wages.
Our substitutes have been taken away from us and we must take the other fellow's work when he is off. I made the Saturday 1/2 hour and Sunday 1/2 hour collection yesterday, starting our economy spell. People will be people. Away they went up to heaven on earth. Now they've all gone to hell for a spell.
Just heard a good play over the radio. I like drama.
The rivers have been flooded all week. Ritz [and I] were walking in the Height bottoms this morning. Living nature was pretty quiet. It is good to think life will all come back with the real balmy days.
During the middle of the month paid Rose $1.70 less .17 on an account the girls were paying for. He was hard up and offered 10% discount and I paid him. I asked the bank where my money is deposited for $100. I could only get out $50. They are limiting their withdrawals to each person. Some damned kind of time this is."
He visited regularly for the smell. It was inviting, comforting. . .intoxicating.
Wine connoisseurs could pick up hints of berries and chocolate and old shoe leather. Cigar smokers would swear that Cubans were "creamy". "Creamy", god dammit. They were right. They knew Dominicans from Nicaraguans from Mexicans. There was a difference.
He smelled O'Connor and Fitzgerald, Aristotle and Johnson.
Fiction had that crispy plastic cover smell. Newer. The good rot hadn't yet set in. . .No, that wasn't right. It was there but it was overpowered by the newer stuff. New books still had that ink smell. The finish on the paper. First floor was ink and paper and finish, but it was still there. the real smells floated down from the upper floors.
He ignored the elevator and walked up the steps. He wanted to taste the transition. Halfway up it hit him. The biographies and histories and reference stacks. The second floor was better. If it was beef it would be the 28-day stuff, right? Aged perfectly. These were the good smells. Shelves and shelves of the stuff, set in Baskerville and Garamond. Times Roman. Shit.
He walked between the stacks and took it in. His eyes stayed open but he could just have easily smelled his way through. Alphabetical. He could move quickly to his favorites or the latest interest. They waited for him. No one else around here touched them. He even checked a few just to be sure. "Idiots," he thought. They have no idea what they are missing.
Later he would taste them. Bedside light casting an incandescent glow as he leaned against two pillows and read. His eyes devoured the pages and went back to repeat the good phrasings. He might even whisper those parts aloud. Loud enough to hear but not so loud as to wake her up.
Continuing the series of articles moving from my wooden file cabinet in the attic to the electronic file cabinet that is CO, here is a 1993 Forbes ASAP interview with Tom Peters. Rich Karlgaard - then Forbes contributor, now Forbes Publisher - conducted the interview on business, leadership, management, reading, productivity and other topics.
The interview is full of Peters' gems such as this one related to creativity:
"The essence of scientific creativity is unexpected streams of information crossing each other in oddball ways at propitious times. Being organized about information collection is fascist. There is something in the process of walking through library stacks and having your eye accidentally light upon some 13th-century treatise that gives you the answer to your conundrum in quantum mechanics. It's that exposure, those eclectic exposures. I mean, find me a truly significant innovator who doesn't have some form of significant eclecticism. It's a delight to hear that John Sculley and Bill Gates read - and not only the stuff they're supposed to read but a lot of stuff they are not supposed to read."
Another treat:
". . .I believe in always leaning radically in the direction of the market as far as you possibly can. The reason I get up on stage and say such wild-ass things is because I think that most of our big companies are really lousy at it. That's the goddamn scandal about the free market. Almost always, the last people who want to blow the cold winds of the market into every nook and cranny of the company are the people running the joint."
The other Biber: Heinrich Ignaz Franz von Biber. Before Vivaldi, Biber owned the violin. This is his battle piece, "Battalia". To the ramparts. To hell with the ramparts. . .charge!