My first love

I’ve just applied for a job as a bicycle mechanic in Alice Springs!

Yes – I’ve always loved bikes, as those who know me well will attest. I figured that as my age seems to be going against me in IT, which I can’t understand – given the wisdom I’ve gained through the experience I’ve actually had (and not just read about).  Anyway – one of the gifts of wisdom is that you begin to see what really matters to you in your life.

What really matters to me these days is that my wife, Preeti, should have her chance to fulfil her long-held ambition to be a counsellor in Alice Springs. That will take us to Alice early in the new year. As luck would have it, one of the excellent local bike shops (there are two) is looking for a bike mechanic. Such a job would, I realise, actually fulfil my passion for working on and with bikes. I just realised how big a thrill I got from reading about the opportunity, so I applied. I hope my IT background doesn’t go against me (or my age for that matter).

I hope to see a lot more of this ahead of my front wheel

Wish me luck!

Pivot or Parallel Path?

There comes a time in most businesses when one has to question whether there might be something else you’d like to be doing. And whilst I’ve already done a lot of different stuff through my IT consulting gigs and my work as CEO of Vastigo Ltd, I believe it is time to explore something I’ve had an interest in since childhood – human behaviour.

As a kid I’d sit with my mum and watch Herbert Lom play a psychiatrist in “The Human Jungle” and think to myself “I’d like to do that”. Sadly, academically I wasn’t the medical type and my natural talent favoured physics not psychiatry. However, I’ve always retained a strong interest in human behaviour – which I parleyed into a successful sales career. 

Being married to a Psychotherapist I have been very much exposed to current thinking  on human behaviour and the many ‘modalities’ that might be used to influence it. I have also read much on the subject and attended some of the trainings that my wife has undertaken too. Whilst I wouldn’t pretend to be ‘expert’ in the way that my wife demonstrably is, I do have a strong interest. 

The other thing I have is a keen understanding of sales and marketing – and the need all business has for a powerful value proposition. From what I’ve seen of humanity, we rarely consider investing in our understanding of ourselves or our relationships. And yet if you think about it, we are our most important possession – and our relationships our most valuable.

I am joining my wife in her business, Change Made Real, to support our collective business’ Why(motive): “to be free and connected”, and to promote our business’ What(purpose): “to equip the individual, the seeker, the courageous, with the confidence to be free and connected”

It’s tempting to view this as a ‘side-gig’ – but in reality this work is more likely to meet my need for self actualisation and perhaps even transcendence – maybe Maslow was right? 

WordCamp Brisbane – a Gutenberg try out

Amazing things can happen online – and in the virtual world – but for truly amaze-worthy-ness you really can’t beat a physical gathering.

Word Camp Brisbane was one such ‘happening’ (to use an evocative term from the 60’s). Whilst it didn’t merely spontaneously ‘happen’ (there was a vast amount of organisational work done before and during the event by a large and loyal team of Word Press supporters) it was truly inspiring and heartening. The various presenters not only shared their knowledge and experience but also their passion for ‘the tool that builds the Internet’ – Word Press – the tool that builds knowledge, the tool that builds awareness and the tool that builds businesses too. That said, I personally found great inspiration from the presence of the many attendees – ranging from hardcore and commercial developers through committed digital disrupters to writers and bloggers and beyond.  All ages and all skill levels were welcomed and included. No question I asked was treated as ‘dumb’ and everyone I spoke with was genuinely friendly, open and excited to enlighten me.

The folk I met mostly spotted that I hadn’t even changed the default image on my theme (I like the photo – OK!) and I guess that qualified them as true nerds (the very best folk in my opinion). They weren’t being judgemental – merely observant.

Since the sessions have now been posted, I’ve taken the opportunity to re-watch some I attended – and catch up the ones that I couldn’t attend on the day. This has proven to be a very valuable resource. That said, whilst it may be convenient to have the ability to recap – it doesn’t quite match the inspiration-factor of actually physically being at Word Camp. The coffee and food (thanks to sponsors, I understand) gave ample opportunity to practice a little bit of networking – and to reflect on just how powerful a bunch of folk with web content skills might be.

FYI – I wrote this as my first post in Gutenberg – I made no attempt to do anything clever (I’m not clever!) but it was a very easy process and intuitive too. Try Gutenberg – you’ll like it!


I’d like to thank all the driven, intellectually capable, parentally pressured, often self-critical, high-acheiving types who studied endlessly and worked tirelessly (or who have, at the very least, been worked with insufficient allowance for sleep) to advance medical knowledge to the point where it was possible for a mere regular citizen like me to receive ‘the gift of life’ in the form of a stent. This effectively removed the 80% constriction in said artery (the so called ‘widowmaker’). With all my other arteries in seemingly good condition I find my self with ‘new heart’ and a renewed passion for life which, quite frankly, I’d had enough of earlier this year and was eagerly looking forward to its end.

Of course this new found ‘lust for life’ presents new challenges. The challenge of ‘what will I do for a living?’ immediately comes to mind. Sadly there is no miraculous medical technology that can help me with this. I’lll have to think of something myself!

I well realise that at the age of 63 it is way too late to consider a career in medicine – particularly as I was, at best, an average student – and a lazy one at that – so medicine never was an option (and my laziness knows no cure). That said, the one thing I might be able to do is bring recognition to the many medical heroes.

The epithet Dr may have lost some currency in recent years (Is the Internet to blame, or is it perhaps the anti-science Climate Change denialists?) but perhaps the collective ‘we’ need to remember that without these focused intellectuals we might all be dead! It is time to honour the encyclopaedic medical doctorate. Perhaps it is the overgrowth of PhD’s – with their ‘learn more and more about less and less ’til you know everything about nothing’ approach to scaling Academia’s vertiginous heights that has devalued the breadth of knowledge necessary to be an effective Doctor.

I’d like to start by recognising Dr Phillip Stowell – General Practitioner, who, when presented with a mole on my elbow – proffered as possible melanoma (I was seeking confirmation that it might be my ticket out of here!), suggested it was likely nothing but then started: to grill me on my family medical history, to take my blood pressure, and then to prescribe a bunch of blood tests and ambulatory blood pressure logging. All this apparently triggered by his alert observation of my “Frank’s sign” (earlobe crease) an apparently strong marker/indicator of cardiovascular disease (Really! Check it on Wikipedia). On the basis of those initial results he requested I get a “Calcium Score” which I duly did. It came back as 674 which apparently put me in the 90th percentile – I assumed this was a good thing. It wasn’t. He then referred me to a specialist Cardiologist by the name of Dr David Calquhuon. Dr Stowell also said I must cease and desist vigorous exercise.

I got to see Dr Colquhoun a few weeks later (He’s a busy man!). I immediately liked his office as it featured a book with a title along the lines of ‘1000 ways to Die’. I saw that he had the ‘dark humour I find in many of the medical persuasion – a trait I share despite my status as a medical ignoramus . Dr Colquhoun is not only a specialist doctor but also an associate professor at the University of Queensland medical school. He has a doctor’s typical encyclopaedic mind – which in his case seems to run very quickly too (quick enough to follow my grass-hopper-like ‘stream of consciousness’ questioning-style). President of the Queensland branch of the National Heart Foundation of Australia (NHFA), a member of the Scientific Committee of the National Institute of Complementary Medicine (NICM), a member of the Scientific Committee of the Gallipoli Medical Research Foundation (GMRF) and Chair of the Clinical and Preventative Cardiology Council of the Cardiac Society of Australia and New Zealand (CSANZ), Dr Colquhoun is also a Lipidologist (expert in fats and oils) so knows a thing or two about cholesterol and the like. He was, at least initially, somewhat less alarmist – he said that he’s seen and successfully treated people with much higher Calcium Scores! However, he too said I must cease and desists vigorous exercise (or I’d likely drop dead before he’d had chance to fix me). He also booked me some more (expensive) tests – and summoned me for an echo-cardiogram the very next day (which gave him immediate cause to book me in for a ‘stress-echo the following week). That stress echo was followed by another slightly more rigorous one the next day – and the subsequent ordering of an Angiogram that he would perform at the earliest opportunity (about a month later – I guess the facility at the Greenslopes hospital is somewhat busy!).

Following (or rather during) the aforementioned Angiogram the name of Dr Paul Watson was mentioned. Apparently the Angiogram, performed by Dr Colquhuon, identified that I was very much in need of a stent in my LAD (Left Anterior Descending) artery. Dr Watson (no Sherlock, not that Dr Watson) it turns out, is the ‘Interventional Cardiologist’ of choice. A comfortingly confident man of fewer words than Dr Colquhoun, but with the essential decisive demeanour you really want in someone who is going to thread a wire into you heart, push a metal tube along it and inflate a ‘balloon’ inside said tube (stent) to 20 Atmospheres (that about 300 pounds per square inch in the old-money) in order to stretch it into place, pushing aside the arterial blockage and (hopefully) holding it all in place so that it doesn’t become a potential stroke initiator. Anyway, Dr Watson has, like all the above mentioned doctors, studied hard, practised lots and thus created the confidence in his own skills – a confidence his patients will, like me, greatly appreciate.

Anyway, the very next morning after my angiogram, a thankfully painless experience, I was again back in the now familiar operating theatre with the big computer screen. Dr Watson and his team of expert theatre staff quietly got on with it (quickly too) I swear it was less than 5 minutes between me being slid onto the operating table and Dr Watson saying “inflate to 20 Atmospheres”. A few seconds later they re-inflated to 18 atmospheres (presumably to make sure it was in nice’n’tight!). Seconds later still it was all over as the catheter was withdrawn and my wrist was wrapped with an inflatable cuff to stop the red stuff leaking out. The speed and dexterity – the sheer matter of factness of it – is a tremendous tribute to the Doctor’s skill (and to the skills of all involved). Whilst I wouldn’t recommend Cardio-Vascular Disease, I would recommend the experience of having a stent fitted (if needed) by such an expert team – it will put you in awe of: their skills and the immense debt we as individuals (and society) owe to the scientists that have developed such understanding and technology – and in particular to Dr Ulrich Sigwart.

You may also want to consider those early ‘guinea-pig’ patients who were brave enough to risk their bodies on testing these techniques at their inception (around 32 years ago). ‘Thanks’ seems barely adequate.

The invisible man

I was listening to Radio National recently and heard a very thought provoking discussion about women’s ‘invisibility’ – the fact that in our doubtless misogynistic society (pretty much the whole world as far as I can tell) women are roundly ignored (except as sex objects/objects of desire). One of the speakers (a business leader and renowned public speaker) explained that as a more ‘senior women’ she was seemingly even more invisible – but that she fortunately had acquired the wisdom to remain unoffended so that she could live her life as she wanted – without anger.

It struck me – as I was beginning to get angry about the fact that I too had become invisible (at least to recruiters) despite my male advantage – that I should practice similar equanimity (something my gender did not include in the manual) with regard to my new found status. It then dawned on me that such invisibility could potentially be seen as a super-power (if that makes sense).

When one is ignored by a group the first thing you might feel is disempowered (followed by anger, embarrassment, depression, etc…). We are, after all, social animals and enjoy the comforts and protection of the herd. But think about it. They (the group ignoring you) maybe don’t see you but you can still see (and hear) them. You can study them without their being aware that they’re the subject! As a life-long salesman, and occasional consultant, I can state from experience that the sort of intelligence you can gather when people are ‘off their guard’ can be very valuable – and often impossible to get via other means (even Cambridge Analytica would likely come up empty handed).

Why am I sharing this realisation? Because it may help recruiters understand that if they’re looking for the sharpest strategic sales folk they may want to reconsider the invisible ones – you know, the grey hairs. Gender should be optional (a very 21st Century development – and most welcome I’d further suggest) but their super-powers are the thing!

Thoughts on Consciousness

Join me on a little journey into the oft uncharted territory of love.

A newborn baby knows love. It knows when it’s being loved and it knows how that feels. In fact it has no way of telling these two things apart. Sure it can also feel hunger and discomfort too (from a full belly or a full nappy). All of its ‘knowing’ is in feeling. It has no language and no prior experience to act as its frame of reference. It is, in effect, love – just love. Beyond hunger and discomfort it knows nothing but love. Hopefully it receives plenty.

Over time a baby, as it grows, receives a lot of other stuff – much of which goes on to form it’s ‘personality’. It learns language which it begins to use to try to make sense of what is going on around it. It also learns that love is not always forthcoming. It learns that its own behaviour can sometimes influence that which is forthcoming, and it tries to encourage that to be love – but may have to find love in the form of attention. Unfortunately, for some of us, any form of attention appears more like love than ‘no attention’.

As the baby grows on its journey toward adulthood it goes through a number of changes. At various points on that journey it acquires, or is given by education, new ‘traits’ or behaviours that it subconsciously ‘thinks’ (or feels) might help it get the love it needs. Its understanding of what love actually is might be changed by this process, too.

Each new trait becomes part of that individual’s personality – the eventual complex combination of those traits becoming that persons ‘unique individuality’ – which some might refer to as ‘ego’. Some of those traits may work against the others. All of those traits make use of the mind – even if subconsciously. The initial objective, of seeking to feel and indeed be love, is easily, and typically, lost in this process.

In simple terms, our development might look like this:

Baby: unconsciously directed by feeling – living and feeling love in the moment (‘innocent’).

Child – Juvenile – Adult (under construction): unconsciously directed by acquired ‘traits’ (personality/ego) – primarily living in the past (reflecting, dwelling) or in the future (projecting, worrying) and hence compromised.  This is often compounded by a possible changed understanding of ‘love’ (‘corrupt’).

Adult (whole): consciously directed, defying traits – primarily living, and feeling, in the moment, aware of past and future and the effect traits might have on reactions – choosing instead considered response influenced by original (‘innocent’) feeling of ‘love’.  Some might refer to this state of being as ‘enlightened’.

I’d suggest that the objective of our journey in life is to get from Baby to Adult (whole). There is no time limit. It’s never too late.

Fraud – if it’s a ‘victimless crime’ is it still a crime?

Some months ago I was invited to invest (a relatively small initial sum) into a ‘fund’. A fund, I was told, that had been remarkably successful last year. – and was due to start again shortly (this back in February 2018). The fund was called the ‘Samson fund’ . The fund would ostensibly seek to profit from the apparently over-priced nature of many of the world’s stocks.  Some might call this ‘short selling’ – I saw it as more like making use of market mechanisms to (hopefully) redistribute wealth more widely (ideally with some coming in my direction). It was also promoted as a way of benefitting, rather than suffering, from the current market ‘volatility’.

Having for the previous three years and more invested my life’s-savings directly into an innovative technology startup, as its CEO, a venture that ultimately failed (as so many do), I was naturally keen on an investment that, whilst ‘a little risky’ in the words of my financial adviser, might produce a bigger return than conventional funds (this at the time of the egregious revelations being made in the Australian Government’s Royal Commission into Financial Services). My way of redressing the balance, as it were. So arrangements were made. I had several phone calls with the so-called fund’s ‘staff’ – including with the chief dealer who would be setting the investment strategy. His strategy seemed compelling  – go “short on Tesla” and other over-valued Tech Stocks and pick at Eurobonds and other opportune politically initiated market movements (of which there are many these days). On reflection I may have even suggested this approach myself in an earlier conversation with one of his staff. Hoist by my own petard?

Being cautious, and less than flush with cash, I elected a small, 5000 Euro investment (1/2 a ‘unit’ – which, surprisingly, they allowed – a missed warning?). The funds were duly transferred to Bank Millennium S.A. in Poland, after a last minute change of instructions by the fund from the original target of The Bank of Cyprus (a second missed warning?) which they said was due to ‘oversubscription’ (I’ve never heard of a bank turning down business due to unexpectedly high demand!).

Once all funds were (irrevocably) transferred and received by ‘the fund’ they promptly (and I’d acknowledge, with better than industry average speed and professionalism) established me on ‘their’ trading system so that I could see ‘in real time’ the performance of my investment. Or at least see something that might excite me (profits rising – winning deals ahead of the market – that sort of stuff). Of course, there was the occasional bad bet – losses – sometimes quite large would ripple through – but by the end of the week all would be good again. The ‘balance’ would be (very) positive (again, a missed warning?). By now I was both suspicious and resigned to my fate (total loss) but decided to play along with the charade as I was deeply interested in seeing how it would actually pan out. They were creating a tremendous facade of highly believable ‘trading’ (’though it was likely fictional), they were sending me daily emails with attached ‘market reports’ (which actually made quite interesting reading – clearly written by a market-informed Englishman with good style and dry wit). Just the merest particle of me hung on the slim chance that the profits were ‘real’ – I guess the reported losses were carefully put there to exploit a quirk of psychology.

Their alleged ‘chief dealer’ even called me (once only) to chat about how he saw the market (and to ask if I’d “like to invest further funds given how well it was all going?” – another warning message – this time received and understood). I made my excuses (truly all of my available funds had been invested in Acoustic 3D Limited and Vastigo Ltd – and I wasn’t expecting any return with which to further invest). Needless to say I never heard from ‘Robert Sarin’ again.

Why do I tell you this? In part to ram home to myself the lesson I have just paid 5000 Euro for (which can be summarised thus: if it sounds too good to be true, it invariably is!) and partly to act as a warning to anyone else considering such ‘investment’. Of course, it might be argued by the founders and operators/perpetrators of the ‘Samson fund’ (more correctly ‘Samson scam’?) that I went in with my eyes open – and that it was my own greed that led me to make the poor decision to ‘invest’. In other words they might argue that I was not ‘their victim’ but ‘a victim of myself’ hence no crime was committed by them. Thus they may be of the opinion that they are, at worst, guilty of a ‘victimless crime’.

I however see it somewhat differently. They had wittingly used a number of sophisticated techniques to draw me, and others, into their fund – and then had fabricated an ongoing ‘trade’ to ensure that I didn’t alert authorities whilst they continued to attract ‘investment’ – or rather ‘con’ a few more unsuspecting individuals. Thus this is a crime every bit as pre-meditated as a bank robbery.

To my mind this crime must not go unpunished. The perpetrators need to be brought to some form of justice, somewhere . The Internet may be their hiding place for now – but from experience it can also provide the tools for their identification and tracking – and it can put them out of business, for now and forever. I intend to make it my mission to find these men – and close them down. Of course, the more grown-up part of me (the bit that learned the lesson?) might have some sympathy for the perpetrators – what was so bad in their childhood that they were able to turn to a fraud of this type for income and self-actualisation? I feel sorry for them.

Network Marketing – the future?

I’m of the view that when it comes to consumer sales ‘Network Marketing is – or soon will be – ‘the only way to go’ – in as much as traditional retail (retail stores and ‘clicks and bricks’) will be disrupted by the inevitable rise of consumer-to-consumer selling. You see, robots don’t do empathy, and algorithms don’t tell of their ‘personal experiences’, whereas Network Marketers excel at both.

As old-school retail scrambles to provide a ‘shopping experience’ (often with staff that appear somewhat demotivated) many consumers prefer to go ‘online’ for cheap commodity buying – and often express the opinion that the mall-based stores  ‘are all selling the same stuff’. Such consumers are however, always open to an invitation from a fellow human – and when that ‘potential friend’ gives them an empathetically delivered ‘product experience’ – it is, or at least feels like it is, tailored to their personal needs!

3 feet from the Gold?

Having only recently read Napoleon Hill’s ‘Think and Grow Rich’ I find myself in a bind. “why so late in life?” I hear you ask. Because they didn’t teach that sort of stuff at my school – or at my university for that matter!

For over three years now, I’ve been putting my heart, soul, and our savings, into a seeming ‘black hole’. On any number of occasions I should have walked away – cut my losses and quit.

I guess it’s just as well that I was never a smoker – ‘cos I sure ain’t a quitter (based on the evidence to date).

But – whilst I have many times felt ‘we’re about to cut loose’,  I (and my colleagues) have been constantly disappointed when interest from prospective licensees of our A3D technology simply evaporated.

Well, we’re here again. Having strutted our stuff and having presented our peer-reviewed science to the Acoustic Engineering Society (at last!), we got some seemingly keen interest from some of the ‘household names’ (and some of the industry legends). MNDA’s have been executed and now we wait whilst various people try to influence their colleagues said companies, to take a ‘next step’. Meanwhile we, again, worry about whether we really are just three feet from the Gold – or are we in the wrong seam?

Where have you been?

As you will see, it has been a long time between posts! My excuse is that “I’ve been busy” (a VERY weak excuse I’d suggest).

For the intervening period I’ve been both cat-herder at one of Australia’s big-4 banks (trying to get their collaboration tools in working order whilst teaching their two IT-provider ‘Gorilla’s’ to Tango) and, for the last two-years, as CEO of a couple of companies developing and launching a new approach to sound amplification and playback (Acoustic 3D Holdings Ltd – and their commercialisation-arm and Licensee, Vastigo Ltd) .

The bank job made use of my guile and cunning – and some technical understanding; the later actually required me to polish my scientific understanding!

As CEO of a smallI, lean start-up in new technology, I’ve essentially been head of sales, chief cook and bottlewasher. That I must sell something that we are constantly re-defining – that is occasionally ‘broken’ by our ‘improvements’ and, more importantly, goes against 139 YEARS of ‘conventional-wisdom’ is no small feat.  To make the job possible I’ve had to learn much new stuff. Studying psycho-acoustics and nuero-science online has been both rewarding and challenging – and again, time consuming.

Still, it has been ‘a real education’ to deal with all of the various issues raised by a start-up public company – fund-raising, governance, product manufacture, supplier negotiations, etc, etc… And, at last, it looks like it may at last turn all this hard work into money – as a few of the sound industries more enlightened companies begin to show interest in the first of our patented technologies!