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There resides in every man's heart, a desire to be heard, to speak, to make a difference. Okay, perhaps not in every man, but a least in most men. Most sane men, one hopes. But, let's be honest, some men don't give two rat turds about making a dent in the universe. About posterity. Truly. Sad. Man. But whatevs. To each his own. And, my own? Well, I have two of my own, sons that is. Amazing young, college men, who have more of a clue at their young prodigious age than I (or many of my cohorts) ever did at their age. Truth be told, they are very much like their mother in that regard (driven to get out of school and make a living ... now!). Don't get me wrong, I encourage and guide and suggest like any concerned parent. And, they'd both tell you I'm a bit too hands-on, I'd wager, and always giving them too many fountain pens and journals to fill, and books to read.
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So, those two young men above are
my posterity (that squishy fella there in the gray cardigan? C
'es moi). My oeuvre is nada. My words, my stories, my scripts, my online consulting, companies, my startups, my business aspirations? Worthless compared to my sons. I hope (and often pray) that they represent 100x better/more than what I ever could bring into this world, its mesosphere and below, its business ecosphere and its all-around ethosphere. Wherever they lay their heads, their hearts and their talents, I pray (and expect) that they will
add to and not
detract from; that they will love more, live more, lie less (if ever) and leverage less (if ever -- from a personal debt perspective) than ole pops did. I pray that they have six kids each in the fecundity department, are as lovely and loving and languid as their mom is in the personality department, and as entrepreneurial, enthusiastic, and ecclesiastical as their dad has been. That's my b-day wish today, viz., for my kids to be happier, yes, but to be better. Okay -- my two wishes, I'll be greedy -- are represented by these two most beloved cherubs (in their dad's opinion at any rate), that they be oh-so-much-better men that this man. Hopefully after I'm long gone, their uncles (bio & otherwise) will help see to it. To know God, and to make him known in whatever they choose to do.
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Meanwhile, like many young men today in the US, UK, Japan, South Korea, and a bit in the EU, my sons are intrigued, piqued, and unfortunately attracted by the shiny object, the objet d'art with the luxe commercial impulse. They've seen street and skate brands that have been brilliantly handled/marketed with an assiduous and adroit hand to blow their market cap 100x. What was interesting to observe was the phenomenon of the musical group, clothing label, or restaurant
I was at the Century City mall today. The parent company for Louis Vuitton (LVMH) held an exhibit these past two weeks for the history of LV since its luggage heritage humble beginnings. It was very well done, nicely put together, and very modern as well, for at the end there was a light display with some nice AR (augmented reality) or VFX that made a magic "malle" (fr.:
malle or trunk) that took on the shape of
many LV trunks over the years/decades.
