So many years earlier I did have the chance to make the first tree with spherical dreams for an angel of child 4 years old. He didn’t see and feel the tree of spherical dreams. He did have dreams. He didn’t speak for a while, for a long while and after that he starts to be happy. Late in the night, when the silence was almost perfect and my computer becomes sleepy I’ve decided to close the bubbles of light…He did sleep under the shining lights, globes and in the air smooth breadths of angels… That’s my sense to be.

 

Somebody asked me these days about my madness and paranoia of making good and I decide to answer using this small and happy moment of my life J

 

And a detail about tolerance and “qui pro quo”. When you build a new team take care that the “juniors” have a good defined way for their integration into the team. Please be carefully with their passion, energy and courage because these are the flames that keep your projects alive.

 

 

Some of my friends undrelined me the idea of my not very good English Language in this Blog. I’ll thank them all and I’ll try to improove my style :D Interesting is in fact the idea that many Romanian freinds did understood the profound ideas from my words. And I’ve realised an old sense of mine becoming from Nichita Stanescu: The essentials are not the words but the not-words. The words are only like objects in the light of senzations, feelings and hot moments. The real contact with these lights is made by the shadow on the deeply wires of mind and heart. The shadows of words and the resultant feeling are the real sensations and meanings. So the words are not essantial as the sensations behind those are. So please try to feel the previous times of babel tower and come into my world with your soul and minds and not with grammar of English Language. Let’s renounce to the rules that sometimes stop the sensations. Let’s talk with sensations better than words. Put the words down as bridge to march the esence of life.

 

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." -- Albert Einstein

 

A good colleague asked me: Who is Daria? Daria Teodora is my little daugther ;)

 

 

 

                                                                                                   

 

This evening I’m very tired…It was a long and full day…I’m going to shopping because tomorrow morning earlier I’ll travel to see Daria. Have a nice evening and party if you’re Andrei, or Andreea, or…You know what I mean J

 

 

 

 

                             

 

The morning did jump into my soul with a fresh and hard air and soft lights swimming in white. It’s first snow this year. The holidays are here and a unique sensation of childhood smells like hot apples with sugar…But I can’t have one now because of my diabetes so the winter is coming only with nice white lights on the soul.

 

A technical approach today I’ll sustain that the management by example is maybe the hardest but the most successfully management style. The model could be similar with the work made by a teacher in first class learning children to write with his hand on little hands catching the pencil. It’s similarly with the Shepard and her sheep or like the God with the people. I believe in that management by example and I applied it all the time. Today was another wonderful day that confirms me that reality. But it’s hard, it’s stressing it’s not easy to be implemented. It’s easier to “take the hot potatoes from fire with the hands of others”, or it’s easier to give orders and to see everyone moving on invisible wires. It’s not comfortable to explain all the time, to respond all the time to questions, to receive any frustration of your colleagues and your people; it’s hard to remain calm sometimes. But the unique taste of a successfully end marked by tired lights and the sentiment of finalizing a full day for them, for the colleagues, for the people is priceless. It seems that the life has sense and each second is like a huge price.

 

And I admire Clay which is waiting a new funeral, the third in this year. At the beginning was her mother, than her grandmother and now the sister of her mother. I admire her and I’m feeling me not usefully in helping her just a little bit somehow. I can just pray for all souls.

 

I’m waiting the meeting for the poor children to close a cycle.    

 

                           

 

The autumnal dreams are lightning a cold winter wakening up under the first corner of cloud on the sky. The first white tracks of angels are dancing between the wires of night and the leaves still dressing in green are looking about an impossible kiss with an other waving green leaves. The wind is tricking the line of possible and the hot approach draws an imperceptible breadth through the air.

 

Like the orchestration in SOA or the business light in SOMA an invisible sign draws invisible fingers touching the hope of green.

 

Today I’ve presented the SOA and SOMA concepts to some colleagues. We’ve spoke also about the delicate point of it: the necessity of brilliant orchestrations! But until the orchestra please think to the masters that will think each service from their open, generally, meta-oriented interface until the independence by the conglomerate data layers. Of course Oracle needs SOA2 or something different to keep the data into their “point of profit” but the future will be not a closed DBMS. The future is of universal spheres, green and happy like a thank you universal service.

 

So please: “Allegro ma non troppo!”

 

 

                       

 

Yesterday night I almost die…A long dream with a short wake-up and a difficult leave of a nightmare. Long past coming over sleep giving the strange feelings looking at a city covered in dark…at 4 o'clock in the morning all center of city was painted in black.

 

Sunday was a run to keep, again, the seconds that runs…As a prevision of the followed nightmare.

 

Today sleepy more opened to the communication, people sensitive problems and to a nice training with nice peoples. I was surprised by beauty and intelligence into the same hearts, but hearts in the minds and not vice-versa.

 

The day was fulfilled by questions with taste of management and desire of truth. I’ve found again the shadow between the cultures. And a little conclusion: if you make a product using 10 peoples in two month and than you need other ten peoples to work other two month to fix it than you have no quality.

 

And I’ll come in the next future with something about the risks of Agile SCRUM when the principles or conditions are not fulfilled.

 

Today was the day of music, light and water. I’ve used the German term for that, because it seems that describe the best the sensations become from this game of water. The most interesting was not the water, the lights, the music but a quadratic remember fixed in 30 photos somewhere over the waters. In that pictures, is reveled the hidden effort, dust, tears and thousands of working days to obtain an effect like that. The best, the one that jumped directly into my hidden part of the soul was the picture of two workers, tired, into a dark and dusty atmosphere having in background a lighted room with three naked mannequins. The poor in foreground is separated with a dick glass by rich in the background. But the rich, even is shining, it doing that without life. The life is joking somewhere in foreground and it smells like effort, long days and some hot alcohol covering all.

 

But the day was a lighting, open cut made by an invisible sword in the flesh of sky…

 

And in the evening something remembered me about the essence of dream. The magic of Moebius band - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JX3VmDgiFnY

 

I’ve meet today my soul, my little Daria in a small space in McDonals, in the sound of drills because they renovate, been both of us, eye in eye, and thinking the same. My little angel stands on my arms and put its head on mine. See you daddy what wonderful dog you gave me? Irina did present me her new friend Marius. At the end, Daria kissed me and tells me going slow with her eyes down: You know Daddy I’m waiting you to play together with the dog…And I’ve searched the sky deeply into its fibers of blue, so heavy deeply blue. The rain was started inside…   

 

I write today about an old concept promoted by me in all these years. And this concept was proved. I think that the management is an art. And exactly as in the arts there are more categories of peoples that try to succeed in that art exactly as in paint, sculpture, movie, theater, music, dance...

These categories and our advices relative to these are:

- People that have no education in the art and have no talent in the art: they are naive. Help them to find their way!

- People that have education but have no talent in the art: they are workers and ambitious. Work with them!

- People that have no education but have talent in the art: they are dreamers and gifted by God: Dream with them!

- People that have education and have talent in the art: these are genie. Learn from them! 

And I agreed also with my good friend when they say that the attitude is the key.  

In the art of management the most danger temptations is to not know your limits. When you want to do more than you can you became a little dictator. The autocratic management seems to be easier for un-gifted managers. The uneducated group from these managers becomes extremely vulgar and violent in expression and behavior. They seem to have result on short term but they never succeed on long term.  But they are happy because nobody  react to their reactions. They don't understand "the silence that speaks".

I’ve talk that to give more peace in the souls of some dear friends that are these days under pressure. 

Other subject this night (already) is the one of Microsoft. All elitists are accusing Microsoft but what is happen on the market seems to be against the elitist wave. Microsoft was chose by majority of people.

I admired Bill Gates because he was an individual dream and name against a Borg (quadrant IV in Start Trek) named IBM. He succeeds near the mad and incurable dreamer friend Ballmer against all elitists. And today they are doing the games: „Rien ne va plus”!

They defined the marketing as art and they implemented that without any ideal market as Coca Cola or Johnson &Johnson or Wal-Mart.

So, even I love Mac until the center of universe and back (even I can’t fortune one), even I am a Java eater, my respect for Microsoft:

http://www.microsoft.com/windowsmobile/startdoingmore/default.aspx?WT.mc_id=wmhome

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cjYj0tVD_M&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jznHUZKA0y4&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-B3yZIgrsA&feature=related

So, the presence of Bill Gates in Romania and his interview to the national television are really impressed me. He shakes the hand of the doorkeeper at hotel, he makes an impressive donation to children and he changed almost all his team in Romania. They can’t dream enough J I’m not working for Microsoft but I’m luckier because I’m working for Betfair http://www.betfair.com J

But all be OK: the Christmas is somewhere here... 

                           

 

Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. - Matthew 4,4

 

I remebered this quote from the Bible today when a small team from the ASEF (Association for Health, Education and Family – http://www.asef.ro ) did visit us to the company. Passioned people did inform us about the actually crisis of healt in the world and in Romania. As base of the pyramid of illness was, as always in the last thousends of years, the food. But more than that, as always from the beggining of world, the statistics did prooved that the people that believe in somtehing are more healthy than others, no matter in what they believe. The presentation was also a good support for very interesting books and for one message about God. Well done! (Even I’ve descovered that I’m over weight and my small blood pressure is too big). Nice peoples, nice action.

  I’ve discovered so young and beautiful colleagues I have. Like a long chain of children they wait to see the measurements and the conclusions. Some of them were sad after all, some made jokes, but all of them did think about healts, God and a better body and soul.

The quote did come into my mind when a briliant and inspired collegue of mine did explain me that the promoted book about Jesus is dicker than the New Testament. God realy spoke through the voice of the peoples.

 

My walk to home did revelead me a long pain into the blood of this nation: the quality. I did take some pictures of the line were the new road ends. And the new one is only wawes. Yes! But it was made fast will tell me some guys. So the quality can be canceled. Why? We pay for that speed but also for the best quality! I think... And another quote comes in my mind: „Algren: [narrating] They are an intriguing people. From the moment they wake they devote themselves to the perfection of whatever they pursue. I have never seem such discipline. I am surprised to learn that the word Samurai means, 'to serve', and that Katsumoto believes his rebellion to be in the service of the Emperor.”...But that’s about japanese and the japanese quality.

 

And euro is euro! "Friends know why."

 

Links of the day: http://www.fumat.ro , http://www.nututun.ro , http://www.viatasisanatate.ro - No smoking please!

 

 

                                                                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"All that is needed for the forces of evil to triumph is for enough good men to do nothing." – Edmund Burke

 

Today I had an interesting discussion with a very good friend of mine about the attitude of others when someone wants to make something new. He was surprised about some bad reactions of some people that have never initiatives but they are always on the first lines to contest everything is coming new around them. I did smile a little bit because some days earlier I’ve started this „kernel of subject” with somebody else. I’ve spoke than about stronger “ego” and what I think about its behaviors.

In fact this stronger “ego” can be the source of both situations described before. The first form is the dynamic, creative, dreamer pattern that wants all the time something new, something special, something different. This is a form of “ego” because of strong personalities that define that type of peoples. On the other side are the reactive peoples that have no creativity, dynamic behavior, being more cynical and pragmatic. They have week personalities and try to touch their glory attacking all the time the first category of peoples.

I really love the first category but I must confess you that I’ve meet a lot of people from the second  category using extremely constructive in some particularly contexts. And the soccer filed is one of these contexts where one or more guys from the second category succeed to break the “brilliant” from the first category. And the trainer that implements that is a genius because the team will touch the targets. But a question remains: What about the fans in the tribunes? They are also divided at the end :D

So, what I think is that is more critical the lack of action then the action and reaction. And that’s because in the warm and full of peace atmosphere all the storms are preparing to attack. As Edmund Burke said…

 

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It seems every autumn all colors of spring and summer are concentrating into their flowers, and trees and pieces of sky and implode for a short period somewhere into the kernels of small spheres to wait the last implosion into invisible points under the white paint of winter.

When I was child I was invited into a private club of poets. There were a lot of talented peoples all looking at me and at my first joining of letters made with my Chinese pen – buy it by my mom – on a small (so small) piece of paper. 

I was so surprised when a nice woman talked us about a special autumn. It was about the autumn of life. At that moment the subject was a little bit too heavy for me but today, looking to this implosion of colors around me, I’m feeling how the orange and yellow spheres are going deeply into my blood and jump my level of sugar until the red level J I do have a very good software to keep my measurements of my glucose in blood (named SiDiary – thank you http://www.sidiary.com ) that shows me that I’m going a little bit autumn inside J

Maybe that’s why is everything so under pressure in my existence J Even I’m feeling I do have more and more to do, it seems that the time is going faster and faster and the winter – how cynical – coming under a meteorologically yellow code these days over all and alls.

Or is maybe only an autumn running to winter throw my body, throw my old body.

I’ve seen today a guy speaking about Mr. Irvine, known as “The crocodile hunter”, been a man without patience, all the time on run, saving and doing everything in its around, even all others considered him mad or little star…And I think that maybe I’m not the only one…he describes his feelings when he start to search two divers loosed on sea: ” I’m feeling I can’t eat, I can’t sleep because I’m feeling them somewhere around me. And I’m doing everything I can and I can’t to find the people. That’s why I succeed all the time!”

It seems that we’re going to an implosion of colors.

 

                                    

 

 

                 

 

Yesterday I’ve saw a movie named The Barbershop. It was an interesting movie with a lot of sensible seconds moving directly throws soul until the sign of tear on face. It lives like movie about an old American barbershop (from 1958 – of course younger than the oldest barbershop of Figaro ;)). The central idea was not the barbershop or a white talented barber working and been better than a young nagger rapper, the central feeling was the neighborhood and the specific culture behind. It was a nice story about the real black soul from the pimp in the area until the good cop and a lot of memories about Dr. Luther King, the wars, JLo and Oprah, from the African emigrant in loved by poetry until the educated rapper. This nice and musical underlined movie remembered me about a sensitive practice from my professional existence. The cultures and their involvement into any business implementation are not simple and easy to be avoided elements.

In fact in all my peregrinations from a head of the world to other head of the world were underlined this important and critical factor.

And I think the language and the talent or knowledge is not enough to assure the success of a business made by a culture to other culture. And I’ll not speak here about the specific corporate cultures that are also strong elements in implementation of a business. I’m speaking here about the percent of matching between the specific cultures.

A key element into integration of our culture I think is the action and reaction in communication. The feedback of specific Romanian culture is more gestures oriented than the verbal one. The communication and feedback is in case of Romanian culture more oriented to think and deduction and not to directly communication. The creativity as recognized attribute for this nation and culture is pushing the communication partner to the level of crossed-words or to the level of analysis and synthesis throw deduction.

The feelings and sensations, the problems generally will be dressed in some gestures, movements of body, lack of verbal communication and isolation. Even the happiness can be isolated until its level of personal bordering sphere. That's the isolated happiness.

To understand and make a stable team of persons, of people need some time and effort. I don’t think in applicable predefined models of team building taken directly from other cultures. The creativity, the inspiration makes from the Romanians workers, with a huge sensitive capital and with brilliant intelligence, a very good investment for any capital but the cultural impact can generate large fluctuations in stability and maintaining of level of satisfaction.

The most delicate aspect is here that’s follows after a bad communication. It comes the “final point” without any sign. It’s about “nodes and signs”.  Any manager must be very carefully to feel and act. It must see the signs to avoid the nodes. When on a wire are too many nodes the wire will be broken.

That’s why we tell that the key of business implementations is to take care by the signs to avoid the nodes.

In that context a dictatorial or an authoritarian management style will fail into an unproductive business, as an incompetent one. There are a lot of business examples kept into an unproductive “step by step” movement.

I really believe in persons and not in human resources, in the synergy of cultures and not in the fight between them or in the green cross of cultures.

 

All these ideas were coming from these pictures taken today in my weekly road to Daria. Hope you enjoy them :)

 

                                                                          

And a some interesting link today: http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1006571&cache=1 

 

                      

 

But Jesus said, "Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." – Matthew 19:14

 

I’ve feel some times ago, already over 17 years passed, how the communists principles were beat the reality in dark nights and cities, fear and whispers, tears and sufferance. The most painfully gesture was the ignorance of all these thinks. Today God gives me back the sentiment of proud and dignity with a real help from young and passionate peoples. It’s possible to start a social action for poor and very poor people in Romania. God gives me the chance to work with some brilliant people and today, the chance to see that the professionalism and passion to help are the base of more young peoples. In their eye I’ve seen the light of kindness.

And I discovered the sense of dreaming. In the eye of all these people named Eachan, David, Rachel, Rorie, Matt, Mihai, and so many others is a light of childhood. They are into a direct connection with the kingdom of heaven because of their eye and because of their light of souls. Maybe is not only a wire of believe as Soljenitin said about the Russian gulag, it’s a wire of invisible light that keeps together all “children” eye from all world. It’s a light over the senses and rational limits.

Of course there were, as always, also the loosed children. These loosed children into the darkness of daily quotidian to try to put in their ruin of souls our gestures. But it must be like that. Without their attacks we can loose the right way.

 

At the end was a nice and truthfully day.

 

                          

What about first heartbeat? It’s sure it was in the past. It’s sure it was something as a miracle for a lot of doctors (unfortunately their heart bets no more now) and it was a huge pain and blood of my unique mother.

I can’t remember something about that moment but I’m caring in my “left upper pocket” many beats of many people that were there …

The heartbeat of an old and wise nurse waiting to be finished a 23 birth on that day, the heart beat of a genitor washing the floor of next room, the heartbeat of my father somewhere away from that second and space, the heartbeat of an invisible angel caring on its wings the life flame from God…

Now I’m hearing my heartbeat… Tick, Tack, Tick, Tack… The sound keeps me alive to remember about all these people. And it makes me to care about any people around me. Because you know, many of them are still caring on their left up pockets and in their eye the first beat of their heart with such a wonderful sound of God!

That’s my first Blog beat as a heartbeat. Thank you all and God bless you!