TR update: fermentation of ideas

Obviously, I’ve been really busy writing and making podcasts for the upcoming voyage. I’ve spent hours every day working on the project. It has been very satisfying.
 
Nevertheless, Christina approached me to work together with her on some creative project. So, Talkshow Rivals it is. I would like to publish it as an online novel series. Since the storyline is fleshed out, it shouldn’t take too much work to rewrite it as a serial. Or get Christina to do it together with ChatGPT or Claude.
 
My idea would be to create a persona for each of the main characters. We could use these personas to shape the tone and speech patterns of the dialogue. ChatGPT could then help Christina and me make sure the dialogue flows. One of the things I find difficult to imagine is how each character speaks in their own unique voice.
 
So, hopefully, Christina can read through the script in the next months while I am on the ship. When I return from the trip, we can start creating the personas.
 
Briz has also offered to help in any capacity.
 
Julien has suggested I make an interactive graphic novel of it. Graphically, it can be stick-figures. It would be an opportunity to learn some basic coding. Anna, Julien's colleague, and Amol have offered their help.
 
So, even though I haven’t “done” much, except rework the script by removing the gaming elements, the ideas are fermenting, bubbling to the surface.

Beautiful sounds: sky

The silent passage of one cloud slipping across the vastness of the sky.

The heartbreak of watching from the sidelines

 It is hard to watch someone you love diminish in health and mental sharpness. I saw it first with my grandparents, then again with my own parents as they neared the end of their lives. What I found hardest was not being able to help them make wise decisions about how to care for themselves. Especially when it came to where and how to live in a way that would make their final years safer, more supported, and less worrying for everyone involved.
 
Being excluded from any decision-making is painful.
 
In my experience, the successful move from a home to an assisted living complex or a senior citizen residence depends on a multitude of factors. Today, I want to focus on just one of these factors: time.
 
To move somewhere of your own choosing, before it becomes absolutely necessary, can give you a new lease on life. My grandmother reluctantly moved out of the home that she and her husband had lived in for over 45 years. She held onto the past: her church ladies, her neighbours, and all the memories that filled every corner of the house. But it became clear she could no longer take care of the housecleaning and daily chores, either physically or mentally. So, with great hesitation, she moved into a small one-bedroom apartment in an assisted living complex.
 
Her life changed almost immediately. She befriended her neighbour down the hall, Barbra. She was given a small garden plot, where she could grow her favourite flowers. She could take a bus to the local shopping centre every week and enjoy people-watching and window shopping. She was able to go to Sunday mass regularly.
 
These were activities she had not done in the years before she moved. The ease of taking care of herself, compared to managing a large house, gave her years of unexpected joy. The fact that she moved while she could still do a bit of gardening and had curiosity about new friendships made all the difference. It gave her the strength to build a new life.
 
Choosing to move, or allowing yourself to be gently encouraged, does not mean life is over. It does not have to signal decline.
 
Over the past forty years, I have seen again and again how the decision to move “while we have the energy” can create a surprising sense of renewal. I have also seen the opposite: aging parents who absolutely refuse to consider a different facility, no matter how burdensome their current situation has become. In many of these cases, the emotional, physical, and financial toll affects everyone around them.
 
Knowing when to move feels like it should be a shared decision.
 
That said, I realise it is ultimately up to each individual to decide when and where to move. But how much better it would be to involve family and trusted friends in the process. To have the conversation early on, even years before the decision has to be made. To listen to each other. To leave enough space for new ideas to settle and grow.
 
There is a particular kind of sadness in being asked for advice when it is already too late. The decision has been made, the lease is signed, and there is nothing left to say. A shared decision gives everyone a voice. It allows time for doubt, for resistance, and for slowly leaning towards what is wise rather than what is convenient.
 
My mother-in-law is steadily moving towards a decision that we fear may not serve her well. She wants to transfer from one assisted living complex to another because she believes the new one will be better than the one where she currently lives. But it is not close to any shops. There is only one bus per hour. It will be difficult for any of us to visit regularly.
 
She wants a solution that suits her needs today. We are hoping for a solution that supports her well into the future. One that allows her to receive more care if she needs it and makes it easier for family to stop by without planning far in advance. We are thinking of what is to come. She is thinking of what is immediate.
 
Because she is someone who has always had to make hard decisions on her own (mother of nine, non-contributing and often violent husband, worked until she was 70 on a production line) , we can only watch from the sidelines. That is what we had to do with my parents as well. In this situation, we have not been invited to the table. We have not been asked to dance.
 
Perhaps that is the quiet heartbreak of it all: standing on the platform, watching someone you love board a train you would not have chosen, knowing it may not take them where they truly need to go. But loving someone, especially as they grow older, means letting go of control while remaining close. Even if we cannot steer the decision, we can stay nearby. Ready to visit. Ready to listen. And, if the door opens, ready to walk alongside them.

At a traffic light

Old lady in car
Singing a song so loudly
Does not have a care.

Going on Adventure 101

In a few weeks’ time, I leave on a journey I've been dreaming about my whole life. The bags are almost packed, my stomach is doing that familiar dance between terror and exhilaration, and I keep catching myself staring at maps. I want to share what I've learned over my lifetime about preparing for an adventure.

(The 7Ps Framework was designed by James Macanufo.)

To keep things simple, I use an agile-inspired tool called the 7Ps. I have used this visualisation countless times in my time as a Scrum Master. Its beauty is in its simplicity. It gives me a loose framework and something to hold onto without being too rigid.

Purpose
The purpose of an adventure is for me to explore how to head into something unknown and let it change me. I want to handle the rough parts and the joyful ones. I want to stay open to both.

This is how I learn what the adventure really has to offer. Not just in what happens, but in how I respond. How I surprise myself.

People
The network of people I need is always wider and more multilayered than I initially think. They are the glue that quietly holds the journey all together every step of the way.

This includes those who pass along crucial information, the ones in the know.

Family is its own category. They know after all this time, they should try not show their concern outright, even when my plans sound borderline mad. They are my cheerleaders, the people who lift my spirits, faithfully read every email or blog post I send from the road and keep reminding me that I can do this. They also usually help in practical ways, like sending money if I run out. And they’re always there at the end, waiting with hand-drawn signs and hugs.

Then come my friends. Friends ask the hard questions about the sanity of my venture. One of my closest friend's first question about the upcoming adventure, wasn't "When do you leave?" but "What's your backup plan?" They also are an endless source of connections to people in every corner of the world who I can crash on their couch. They’re reliable, stalwart supporters, who are nevertheless critical thinkers.

Sponsors whether individuals or organisations, support me in more concrete ways. They help me keep my feet on the ground. They care about the dream, but also about the budget.

And then there are the people I meet along the way. No matter what my adventure is, those who help, listen, and cheer me on become the heartbeat of my story, the raison d'être for journeying on further.

Some stay in my memory. Others blur into the background. But they all shape the journey in some way.

Product
Most of my adventures don’t end with a formal outcome. There’s no trophy, no record. Instead, what’s left are artifacts. Ticket stubs. Clothing so worn-out it really ought to be tossed. The faded boarding pass from that terrifying flight to Singapore that I still keep in my passport holder. Slews of photos that don’t quite capture what I saw or felt.

There’s no real way to bottle the essence of an adventure. The experience is far too rich for that. Still, I try to share the stories. I find ways to bring others in, especially those cheering me on from their own homes. Even if just in bits and pieces.

Process
Dwight D. Eisenhower once said, “In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.” I find that to be true every time I set out.

Everyone approaches preparation differently. You can go as deep into that rabbit hole as feels right. I prepare, but in such a way that I know for certain some of those plans will fall apart. I will forget some things. Other things I drag along, I will never use. That’s part of the process. These are the reasons I am a constant Plan B generator throughout any journey.

What my process of an adventure really looks like is a mess of movement and stillness, of readiness and recovery. I try to dive head on into the venture, not just practically, but mentally, physically, and spiritually.

The above is a visualisation about how much effort and impact a journey takes on me at various levels of my being.

My style of preparation is simple. I don’t pack much. I don’t overthink.

I bring important documents (e.g. passports, visas, vaccination pass, and credit cards). I keep a checklist for technology I want to bring along. Enough clothing to layer and wash. My essentials—five pairs of underwear, two pairs of shoes, one bathing suit, and a warm jacket.
I also make a short itinerary. Not just for me, but for family. I include contacts, locations, even passwords if needed.

At this stage of life, I focus on three things. Health. Finances. Technology.

Health: I get a thorough medical check-up. I pack the medications I need and a few extras. I am a believer in bringing preventative medicine for travel-related illnesses, such as heatstroke, food poisoning, back pain, minor injuries, burns, flu symptoms, and digestion problems. I learned this the hard way after being violently seasick in the middle of the Atlantic with nothing but seasickness tablets that had expired three years earlier.

Finances: With money, I try to pay in advance, but only if it’s refundable. I carry a mix of cash and cards. Credit cards aren’t accepted everywhere, and I have been caught off guard with daily spending limits. I often give someone I trust a good sum of money, so they can help if I run into trouble.

Technology: This might not be an important consideration to everyone, but I’m a geek through and through. So, I bring along a large selection of devices, cables, chargers, and battery packs.

Everything else? That’s just extra.

Some pitfalls are predictable. Others show up out of nowhere. I try to think through what might go wrong. Not obsessively. Just enough to feel ready.

The hardest moments are often the ones I didn't expect. When something I imagined would be meaningful feels flat. Or when I realize I'm no longer in the right place, physically or emotionally. A few years back, I had to cut short an important trip that I'd planned for months. There was so much still left to be done, but my health was deteriorating, and I found myself clinging to a version where all would be well, and it just wasn’t about to happen.

It is hard for me not to force it. I’ve learnt painfully not to cling to a version of the story that no longer fits. Sometimes, the right choice is to pause. Or go home. Or change direction. That’s not failure. That’s part of the journey.

The bravest thing I do is say yes in the first place. The wisest thing is knowing when to say, “This is enough. For now.”

Preparation
Practical concerns
Pitfalls

Beautiful sounds: parent's angst

The soft click of the key turning in the front door, just before sunrise, as a teenager slips home from the night’s last dance.

Empty playground of summers past

Summer heat whiffs off the scorched grass sprouting around a carpet of hardened mud which causes bruises to limbs carelessly falling before ankles and knees can catch gravity; instead, an ooof splutters out of parted lips, mixed with embarrassed laughter, and still the game begins again.

Beautiful sounds: train conductor

The blaring announcement over the train’s intercom: all connecting trains will be met—spoken by a conductor still optimistic his shift will continue to run on time. 

Keeping the faith in AI

(Nicola aske me to write a story about my never-ending enthusiasm for new technology. Here is what I came up with.)

As some of you know, I’m a geek through and through. Over the last two and a half years, I have slowly and steadily explored different AI tools. As with all new technology, it has the power to disrupt just as much as it does to transform. As someone who has experienced such transformative technology firsthand over nearly 70 years, I would like to explain why I still have faith in the direction we are taking with AI.
 
This faith is built on one simple observation: even the inventors of innovative, transformative technology do not know or imagine how life-changing it will be. In the test of history, their vision, no matter how outrageous, proves to be too small. I’d like to take four examples of such technology to highlight this point.
 
Example 1: cars (1920s)
 
Cars were developed to create an alternative means of transportation to horses.
 
In my office at home, there is a photo of my grandmother in her early twenties, standing in front of her uncle’s Model-T car. Her uncle bought the car without knowing how to drive. Because he did like to imbibe, he quickly learned the dangers of driving while drunk. His solution was to make my grandmother his chauffeur.
 
My grandmother explained that back then cars were considered a luxury. Most people worried that if everyone could buy a car, madness would ensue. What would happen to all the horses and carriages? The economy would collapse, and masses of people would be unemployed.
 
Example 2: the telephone (1950s)
 
The telephone system was developed as a substitute for the telegraph.
 
My grandmother (the same as above) and grandfather eventually moved from Montreal to a small town outside of Ottawa. In their house, they had a telephone mounted on the wall, which was connected to the post office. Every call made or received was done through the postmistress.
 
My grandfather, a telecommunications engineer, told me years later an amazing story. He said telephones were invented as a substitute for the telegraph. The advantage of the telephone over the telegraph was that a person did not need to read Morse code. Because it was possible to convey information by voice, post offices could hire anyone to operate the phones.
 
He said what drove the transformation of the telephone from an information device to a communication device was giving women, principally postmistresses, access to the technology. My grandfather believed women made the telephone what it is today.
 
Example 3: PCs (1980s)
 
Office PCs were supposed to make us work faster and save on paper. I remember well when we got our first PCs at the engineering department where I was working. Was it a DOS system or the first Windows system? I can’t really remember. But it was magic. We could write texts, like training manuals, and make corrections at any time without added expense. We could make calculations with speed and efficiency.
 
Those first few years of developing PC technology were filled with both strong arguments, such as how they would save costs in manpower and paper and increase speed and efficiency. As well, there were many bleak prognoses about loss of jobs, the quality of human interaction, and our lives being dictated by machines.
 
In hindsight, all of this can be argued to have come true (except for the paper bit), but a world without computers is inconceivable. Even I, who did work in a pre-computer world, can’t imagine anyone wanting to turn back the clock. It’s not a matter of good or bad, but inevitability and opportunity.
 
Example 4: web 2.0 and social media (2000s)
 
Web 2.0 and social media sites allow everyday people to create their own content.
 
At the time, many believed that news channels, newspapers, magazines, and book publishers would go bankrupt and become obsolete.
 
As someone who was there and active at the dawn of the Internet, raising my kids as the first generation of digital natives was often a lonely and controversial path to follow. The news channels shouted about the dangers of using technology. In our circle of friends, there was a rigid belief that all responsible parents should keep their children away from Internet technologies. In our schools, there was a strict boycott of the use of media in the classroom.
 
In the end, I spent a few years working as a researcher in the field of multimedia and interactive systems. My life’s mission became to bridge the gap for K-12 students, teachers, parents, and school administrators. It was shocking how the adults lacked any experience with media, which made the educators and parents woefully unprepared to teach their children for future careers.
 
This work showed me how enthusiastic students were, and how unprepared teachers and parents were to guide their children’s learning.
 

What this resulted in was a generation of children who had to help adults cope with ever-changing technology. They were often the ones configuring the channels on a new television, installing new versions of Windows, or new printer drivers. And now they, along with Gen Z, are the generations having to wrestle with all the new developments in AI.

If we want to create a future where AI is used constructively and creatively, rather than just for speed and cost savings, we all need to participate in this transformation. Instead of spending the majority of the time reading news articles or watching YouTube videos, we should start using AI. 

If each of us from the older generations were to humbly use AI tools in our work or personal lives, we could enter the multitude of conversations taking place at this very moment. Many of the questions we are currently exploring about AI are not technical but philosophical. How can each of us find answers to these questions if we do not experience AI firsthand?
 
So, this is my appeal to those of us in the older generations: we should not leave them alone on this journey. We need to have faith, show some grit, and take part ourselves.

Comfort hesitates to settle in

Visiting friends after a long time away is a time of rediscovery. It is not only about figuring out what to talk about once we have travelled along the path from back then to now. There are also the small hiccups of when to go to bed and how to find a few moments of stillness early in the morning before the day begins.
 
There is this “please feel at home” sentiment that does not fit quite as easily as it once did. Perhaps when we were younger and weaving in and out of each other’s lives almost daily, we could take it for granted that we needed our own space. Now, there is almost a gentle formality to visiting a friend I have only texted or called in recent years. I am careful not to tread on the rhythms of their daily life. Maybe I am simply a little more thoughtful than I used to be. There is no longer the easy assumption that this is just one of many visits still to come.

I lost that sense of endless opportunities during the corona years. Being able to hop on a train or plane is now something I approach with more consideration. I book flex price because I am not always sure that I or the universe will be ready to travel when the date arrives. Perhaps it is this uncertainty that has worn thin the old habit of dropping in on family and friends without much thought. I still love the idea of seeing them, yet I no longer have quite the same knack for instantly feeling at home.