A Note to Professors

Universities are funny places. Walking the hallways I feel like I'm walking down an abandoned subway line - info transit channels with millions invested, increasingly displaced by newer, ad-hoc, virtual channels of communication. Channels more and more on the cusp of revolutionizing the way we learn, interact, and share.

I've been thinking a lot about the way social networking sites and educational institutions will begin to converge (or diverge) from each other in the coming years. GenGaps aside, we need to be clear: Face/Space is more than fad. Yet the closest traditional educational space comes is podcasting and Blackboard. This is not a bridge. We need to learn from each other, yet neither side seems terribly willing to sit down and talk.


Professors, I have only this to say: today's classroom is akin to an academic asthmatic without its thought inhaler. Traditional models of command-and-control, lecture-focus like a tourneqette on the free flow of ideas and information. Consider your base. The knowledge economy means today's learner is lifelong. That means demands on specific time, locations, and social interactions are at all-time highs. In this world we need a learning structure that is ubiquitious, flexible, pausible. 1.5 hours dedicated to a single-channel, single-source can no longer be taken for granted. We need a TiVo for learning. Podcasting not a threat, merely an adaptation to changes already manifested. Consider your market opps. Spare moments in the car, a sprint on the bike, stealing a walk across campus? Priceless. Understand, captive audiences of today move faster than they did yesterday. Continue to lose our brightest by forcing traditional models or adapt to new circumstances and join us as lifelong learners.

Your move.

Craziness

There's an odd phenomenon out here in New England. Like those geese you see flying south every year, people here live in N/E for the summer, then travel to FL in the winter. Instead of traveling in flocks, generating uplift with an advanced V-formations, and honking at each other to encourage the flock leades, we New Englanders hop on I-95S, drive uncomfortable carbon-spewing cars southward for days, while continually honking (and cursing) at each other from inside our aluminum and plastic rolling boxes. Instead of fluffy, white snow, we travel south to enjoy over-priced amusement parks and cookie-cutter kiddie lands. 

Why?

The kind of humidity I hit coming off the plane back from CA leaves little doubt in my mind that Mother Nature has gone totally insane. I've never been to Mars, but I imagine it's gotta be milder than the summer we've had out here in 06'. 

Crazy New Englanders. Crazy Mo Nat. Just craziness all around.

Back in the Saddle

So it's been 3 weeks since East Coast return First lunch with spare time to write things down: today. I've got a lot to say about my frustrations with real estate. Suffice it to say this... there is simply no market more in need of innovation than real estate. More on this to come...