J. Paul Getty's Blonde Bed-fellow, Taking a Grand Tour

Back in the 18th and 19th centuries, young European men of means would go on an educational rite of passage called The Grand Tour, visiting mostly France, Italy and sometimes Spain and other countries in search of art and culture.  Research this a bit, and it sure looks like these guys had a grand time indeed!

Fast forward a later time:  March, 1914.  A 21 year old J. Paul Getty, who went on to become one of the richest Americans who ever lived, was finishing up his college education at Magdalen College, in Oxford, England. Apparently, part of the program apparently still included a version of a Grand Tour, as evidenced by this very entertaining letter I obtained a few years ago (further supporting accounts that he was quite the playboy):

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What a hoot, no?

Fast forward again starting in the 1980’s through the present.  I guess it’s fair to posit that the current version of The Grand Tour for kids is student abroad programs now offered at most colleges, no longer just at the Ivy Leagues!

But for post-college adults in corporate mainstream?  Very difficult to pull off a Grand Tour:

Taking a sabbatical is ballsy, but it can be one of the best things you can do when setting a right course.

I never had the cojones to truly take a sabbatical in the middle of the rat race as a way to refresh, rejuvenate and recharge the batteries. And perhaps most importantly, pursue a project or passion that I couldn’t otherwise do while in the thick of the corporate mainstream. Throughout my career, I increasingly lamented that other ‘loves’ were being put on the backburner because the intensity of my job prevented me from finding the time or putting forth the effort to pursue them. I can’t tell you how many times I said, “If I only had time to….” In my case, the blank could have been filled in as follows: compose songs, travel to Italy, go on lengthy birding trips and add species to my life list, improve my golf game, or get in serious shape.

When I became Director of Stores of Bullock’s in Los Angeles in 1988, I learned that the previous CEO, Allen Questrom, had taken a sabbatical with his wife Kelli, who I believe at the time was battling cancer. Their yearlong break took them, among other places, on a bike tour throughout Europe. Questrom returned, and continued his career as a highly successful retailer. I was very impressed with that at the time.

I had opportunities to take a true sabbatical. When I returned to the U.S. after a two-year stint with Hudson’s Bay Company, which didn’t end particularly well, I was in full career crisis mode, not sure what the heck I was doing—much less where we were going. I was pretty darn sure that I was ‘done’ with traditional department store retailing. I had some money in the bank and some runway to take some genuine R&R. It would have been a very, very good time to stop and take stock.

The announcement to my friends and family of my intent to take a sabbatical while I figured it all out was met with noticeable skepticism. They turned out to be right. It wasn’t long before I was back in the business world with a vengeance, trying to launch my new start-up, OnTrend Enterprises.

So here’s my take on sabbaticals: If you can pull it off with your employer, or if you have the moxie to do it when you don’t have a job, man, go for it, you’re a better person than I. It was just really too scary for me.

Rusinow, Jeff (2011-06-15). What I Really Think: The Business Chapters. ETR Publishing Group, LLC. Kindle Edition.

Fast forward to today:  As the holiday song I’ve heard 50 times in the last month says: Baby, it’s cold outside! I’m ready to take some tours!  

Photo:  one year ago, Milford Sound, New Zealand

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Nature & The New Year

Nature is what God or our Maker is all about.

“I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.” – Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

The most important road I’ve taken in finding my spiritual compass was when I got into birding as a kid, and therefore became better connected with the environment.

Around that time, I was sporadically going to the Mt. Vernon Unitarian Church, where I had a couple of friends who attended Burgundy Day School, a privately funded place located in Alexandria. Their seventh-grade teacher, John Trott, was a charismatic naturalist who loved to teach his students about all things connected with natural sciences, with a particular emphasis on birds.

During this time, a group of like-minded people, including John and his wife Lee, convinced others to invest in and support a wildlife camp in Capon Springs, West Virginia. Burgundy Wildlife Camp was situated on a several-hundred-acre plot of land that included several mountains that were part of the Blue Ridge range. That place perhaps had a more profound spiritual impact on me than any other in my life.

Over the years, watching birds has become one of my favorite things to do. Being in the woods and taking it all in is one of the greatest of life’s simple pleasures. Birding reconnects me to nature, and I’m comfortable in the surroundings. As I walk a trail or hike up a mountain, or trek alongside a waterway, sit and observe in a ‘special spot’ somewhere near where I live, I am in the element of my Maker. I have a renewed sense of proper proportions. Life is good.

Birds, of course, have an ancient mythology and mysticism. Go back through time, and you will see winged creatures, usually birds, viewed as visible signs of unseen forces. Their ability to take flight was once thought to be divine. Birds were considered godlike and were thought to create many of the forces of nature, like lightning, thunder, and rain.

However, if the truth be told, for me it’s almost as much about the hunt, locating and identifying birds, as it is about ‘communing’ with nature! To be clear, one of the reasons I’ve always enjoyed birding is the competitive aspects of being outdoors on a bit of a ‘mission’, that is, to keep my ears and eyes open to spotting and identifying birds that may be in the area. Birding has always played to my competitive side.

When I was really getting into birding as a camper at Cooper’s Cove Wildlife Camp in West Virginia, there was a point contest for finding birds’ nests. The more rare the bird, the more points you got. It was one of the most fun times I’ve ever had in my life. During every morning hike, during every bit of free time I had between pressing plants and looking at pond water under the microscope, I was out there trying to find birds’ nests. I found the nests of Blackburnian Warbler, Yellow-Breasted Chat, Field Sparrow, Scarlet Tanager and my pièce de résistance, the home of seven Pileated Woodpeckers, two adults with five young, about 25 feet up in a tree cavity deep in the woods off an old logging road. I was in heaven. I mean it, for emphasis, I was in heaven. My heart soared, and life couldn’t be better. So many of these birding memories have lasted throughout my life, with so many details of sights and sounds still burnished in my brain.

Birding also builds confidence. It’s not easy to focus, process and apply the knowledge required to identify, often quickly, a bird. Sometimes you have to make the ID in the blink of an eye. I feel pretty good and enlightened walking around a park with those that are oblivious to a Black-throated Blue Warbler migrating through the area.

If you elevate birding, your devotion to learning about it, and your commitment to making regular treks to the outdoors, it can become your personal, intellectual connection to a higher being. Thus, it can become a part, perhaps the biggest part, of your spirituality or religion. A certain contentment comes when you’re birding that others don’t experience, until I guess they’re inside their church on a Sunday morning.

All told, birding for me is an incredible ‘package’ of experiences that, when put together, is very spiritual and meaningful in my life.

Around the same time I was hiking the mountains of West Virginia watching birds, I was drawn to the ideas and writings of those who spoke of the need for a person to be ‘connected’ to their surroundings… to their universe. This connection required an appreciation of the incredible importance of the relationships between ourselves and other living things in both the plant and animal kingdoms.

Later, while researching the thesis for my master’s degree, I had the opportunity to explore the conflict between the main belief system of WASP’s in America in the mid-19th century— that Earth was here for man’s plunder—and conservationists like Ralph Waldo Emerson, and John Muir, who said, “When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.” Wow, did that resonate with me.

I was exposed to the writings of Aldo Leopold, who spoke of the need to embrace a ‘land ethic’ in his book A Sand County Almanac and Henry David Thoreau, who talked of the need to cherish the nature around us in Walden Pond. At some point, it became quite clear to me that we are truly blessed to be on this beautiful planet, and that we play a critical role as stewards of our environment. To me these thoughts quickly developed into a doctrine, a sort of standard of ethical behavior. They are fundamental to being good stewards of this planet.

When you better understand your natural environment and the things living around you, you gain a better perspective of the interconnectivity of everything on the planet. This is empowering. There is a god-power or god-like presence in establishing that connection, which can flood us with peace, spiritual comfort and knowledge. For example, I can see firsthand that the migratory and breeding patterns of birds is changing because the planet is getting warmer. People who refute what’s happening to our climate are simply disconnected from nature—they don’t see it. And they sure as hell don’t get it.

The younger you start enriching yourself with direct, spontaneous experiences of natural surroundings, the better equipped you’ll be to make thoughtful and responsible decisions in your role as a steward of the environment.

But it’s also about connecting with nature in snippets, even when working indoors. One of my most memorable connections with nature occurred in my office when I was working for Kohl’s Department Stores. My office was perfectly situated for watching winter sunsets. It was fantastic to have this great connection to a force outside of work while I was actually working! It was a powerful thing to have when I really needed it.

The strong connection I felt toward nature developed over the years into a comforting spiritual base for me. I had to work through the conflicts, as I saw them, between the ‘givens’ of this faith in nature and the beliefs of the many ‘religions’ I was learning about.

For me, the vast majority of religions focus on people and how we relate to others; it’s all about our connections to the rest of mankind. And most religions over the ages haven’t devoted much time or expended much effort on dealing with our connections to the rest of the world outside of our physical and spiritual beings. So many of the teachings are about ‘reaping the fruits of the Earth’. I’ve been to dozens if not hundreds of church services over the years, and it’s almost always about us. Most of the sins Jesus died for involved relationships between man.

Throughout my life, I have seen the damage that a belief system focused just on the flesh and blood of man has done to the ecosystems and the rest of the planet. I’ve seen many likable enough people who no doubt feel they are God-fearing, living the ‘right’ life, and believe they will go to Heaven. But so many of these people don’t have a clue about their relationship with other living things. They couldn’t possibly entertain the idea that this interconnectivity should be part of their belief system or spiritual base.

That disconnection has always been a major struggle and frustrating for me. There is no way my God is doing cartwheels about all the ‘well-meaning’ people on this planet who don’t believe their relationship with nature is important.

Rusinow, Jeff (2011-06-29). What I Really Think: The Deep End Chapters. ETR Publishing Group, LLC. Kindle Edition.

Best wishes for a Happy, Healthy,  & Fun New Year!

Photo:  Wisconsin, Summer 2013

Led Zeppelin on Spotify!

They finally relented, and already have over two million downloads of their songs.  First song I added to one of my playlists is on my All-Time Top Ten:  'Dancing Days’, from the 1973 album.  Whoa, 40 years ago!

Charleston

A new entry to my Top 10 cities to Visit:  Charleston!  Photos from the trail: The Angel Tree, a Southern live oak over 1500 years old:

After ‘dipping’ most of the first day (bird lingo for 'not finding’) on the bird I travelled to South Carolina to see - Saltmarsh Sparrow - a phone call to a local birder Nate Diaz saved the day for me. Rushing to Huntington Park State Beach, and jogging over a mile up the beach to a marshy area just as the sun was setting, I was finally able to get the bird, just where Nate suggested.  The walk back, with the sunset and the ocean waves breaking, was pretty darn special:

The next day was my first 'off’ day on the trip, which ended with a fantastic dinner at one of the top restaurants in the Southeast, Fig.  I was lucky to be the last walk-on at the bar, arriving at 5:10!  Great conversation with my dinner mates.  This sort of 'meet up’ of fellow foodies can be fascinating, a combination of both locals and out-of-towners like me, with such diverse backgrounds, who are willing to arrive so early and have dinner!  My appetizer was spaghetti with stone crabs; entree: snapper.  I plan on coming back!

Super Creative Use of Bird Tape!

A couple years ago, I developed a film to be applied to windows to reduce bird collisions.  The project was ‘handed over’ to the good folks at The American Bird Conservancy (I’m on the Board).  We also have the product in about 75 Wild Bird Unlimited Stores, so there is a slow build of getting really low-cost product out there to help reduce bird strikes.  Look at what they did at the Virginia Zoo using Bird Tape: three area artists, created incredible works of art!

A 24 Hour Search

Not continuous, but over that period of time!  But finally got the bird - Amazon Kingfisher!  This one is especially cool - only the second time on record ever showing up in the U.S.; now that’s rare!  Took me four separate trips to see him since arriving mid-afternoon yesterday, near Harlingen, Texas.  Thanks to Derrick from WV and Dennis from TX for texting/calling with sightings.  Photo from Google Images:

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I Said It This Way:

We have a long history of being disconnected with nature.

When I was 24 and a graduate student at the University of Virginia, I wrote a master’s thesis entitled “Environmental Rhetoric and the Ecology Movement: A Study of Attitudinal Origins, Rhetorical Evolution, and the Impact on Societal Values”. Much of the paper explored the recurring patterns of belief and behavior that led to our tenuous relationship with our planet.

Throughout the ages, much of mankind has developed a cultural set of attitudes—nurtured by previous confrontations with nature as well as by religious beliefs—that the environment represented an opposing force that had to be conquered and tamed. Many religious and social doctrines minimized man’s direct contact with the ‘savage’ wilderness, preventing a truer understanding and appreciation of the benefits of ecological balance.

In the United States, there has been perhaps no greater impact on the establishment of ingrained psycholinguistic patterns involving our attitudes toward nature than the period of our “conquest of the continent” in the 19th Century. Coupled with earlier Christian beliefs that God put us on this planet with resources that are inexhaustible, supporters of a ‘divine destiny’ proclaimed American exceptionalism when compared to other nations. In our divine existence, we have control over our environment. Our destiny for economic and overall societal progress requires us to exploit these natural resources, and to reap the benefits that God has so generously provided us, as the belief system developed.

Fast-forward to today, and there are still so many of us who think our maker provided us with a planet that we can plunder, harvest and/or ‘control.’ If your belief system states that our natural resources are inexhaustible, what’s the worry? And certainly, let’s acknowledge the impact that religious beliefs have on all of this. Half of the people in the United States believes the planet Earth is less than 10,000 years old. A huge part of the world thinks they are going to Heaven to be rewarded. This belief affects people while they’re on Earth, that in effect it is of little or no consequence whether this world survives or not in the next few hundred years.

Interestingly, the closer you are to the outdoors and have your senses aware of what is going on around you, the more you see the reality of what’s happening—change. The truth is that you can’t go to Alaska or Argentina and see how the glaciers are receding, or go to many parts of the country and see how long droughts have persisted and how they have created serious water supply issues and not accept that things are changing, and changing fast.

Denying global climate change is a great example of ingrained belief systems that keep so many of us disconnected with nature. A big part of that belief system involves resisting change at all costs, no matter how much it makes one look like an idiot. People who won’t acknowledge that the world’s climate is changing at an alarming rate are just like the people who insisted in the 1960s and 1970s that cigarette smoking didn’t cause lung cancer.

Rusinow, Jeff (2011-06-29). What I Really Think: The Deep End Chapters. ETR Publishing Group, LLC. Kindle Edition.

But with infinite more eloquence, Roy Scranton’s has his own view on how we deal with climate change, in Sunday’s NYT:

Read article:  Click Here

5 Plus 1

Last week: 4,000 mile trek to California, Arizona and Texas to get five new life birds, and thank the birding gods, went 5 for 5:  Blue-footed Booby, Red-throated Pipit, Yellow-Green Vireo, Brown Booby and Yellow-crowned Warbler.  Leaving Lake Havasu at dusk after seeing the Brown Booby, at Bill Williams Wildlife Refuge:

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Vultures await as I arrive at the Frontera Audubon Thicket in Weslaco, Texas, in the southernmost tip of Texas:

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You gotta really be a little nuts to travel 6 ½ hours by car from the Houston airport to attempt to track down an elusive little little bird in this thicket!  By far the most difficult ‘get’: Yellow-crowned Warbler, which I finally spotted after four hours of intense searching, sunbathing at this water spot:

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The celebration:  Tex-Mex at a place where I can guarantee that I was the only one there who was not fluent in Spanish!

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No sooner back to Wisconsin, and another lifer shows up close to home!  Terrible photo, but after 'dipping’ on the spot where this Whopper Swan (an Asian species that is rarely seen in Central U.S.) had been seen near Portage, I went to the nearest Starbucks (toward Madison) to get something to eat and get wi-fi so I could check sightings update on my laptop and lo and behold: “… the swan has been sighted at a retention pond just south of Wal-Mart off of Highway 151 in Beaver Dam”!  In a blur back in the car making a beeline and WOW - there is the bird, resting - among 300-400 Canada Geese!

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Being a consumer is so much more fun!

I don’t want to come across as a complete pessimist about the future of big business, because that’s not my nature.  But the old paradigms and formulas are busting apart and there’s nothing you and I can do about it.  It’s a new world of business, and it’s very challenging to stay on stop of what’s going on, much less where things are headed.

Look around, and major industries are being turned on their heads.  Television and cable entertainment is surely experiencing this.  Bob Greenblatt, Chairman of NBC Entertainment:

 "You get the feeling that it’s never gonna be possible to move the needle again.  You just keep fighting against the forces that are coming at you in a crowded environment, with more programming on more networks than in the history of our business, and you start to feel like it’s never gonna be possible to do anything dramatic.“

You think?

We are truly in a golden age of television.  Throw away the bottom 90% of content, which is mostly pure trash, and the cream is just incredibly good.  Breaking Bad, The Newsroom, House of Cards, Mad Men.  We all have our favorites.  It’s hard to keep up.  No sooner does Breaking Bad have their series finale, or Felina, than two or three other very promising series premiere.

Remember the old days when everyone watched ‘Roots’?  Those days are history.

As someone recently wrote:  “Our exposure to stimuli and choice is hyper-accelerating.


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Will He Blink?

One of the reasons I’ve pulled back on my support of certain aspects associated with Team Obama (keep in mind that when you get involved, you essentially end up supporting many national, state and local campaigns and causes) is the general frustration I have not about how the presidential firewall was so incredibly well protected in 2012, but rather how poor the strategy was ‘down ticket’.  There simply was not enough time and attention paid to state assemblies and the impact that this had on gerrymandering, to include House seats post-2010.  So what we now face is very well outlined this morning by David Frum:

Republicans who want to fight smarter are called squishes; Republicans who wish to fight less are called RINOs—and both have been hunted pretty near to extinction…The short answer is a breakdown in the party’s ability to govern itself. It can’t think strategically. Even when pressed to do something overwhelmingly likely to end in disaster, as this shutdown looks likely to do for Republicans, the party has no way to stop itself. It stumbles into fights it cannot win, gets mad, and then in its anger lurches into yet another fight that ends in yet another loss.”

I mean, we’ll see.  But the idea that the President might capitulate on something that was clearly fought over and won in 2012 is for me like being in an altered universe.  You cave on this, and you take us into the distorted reality rabbit hole a la Alice in Wonderland.

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