Increasingly new challenges for A and B to see eye-to-eye.                                                                                                               

This presents a challenge to communicate effectively given that people… I think that this it true.

I feel that leaders need to be able to navigate workplaces which are made up of people from different backgrounds and upbringings. Similarly, technology is an ever-increasing part of our daily lives and plays a large part in everyday interactions through social media and other channels such as email and entertainment.                                         

Technology provides a conduit for all manner of communication.

Next there is the point of ‘shifting the balance of power’ which seems like an empty statement that asks for a definition as it lacks a frame of reference beyond that of a ‘leader/follower’ or master/slave dynamic.

The struggle and consolidation of power is ongoing, but stems from legitimacy, of which there are three kings.

These provide a basis for which we can use to situate the different kinds of legitimacy for those in positions of authority and power. Similarly, if we look at leaders we might consider how they influence people, and why people choose to follow.

I think that the idea of leaders becoming weaker and followers becoming stronger is ridiculous. There are different types of situational context which encourage different leaders and leadership styles.

A leader is someone with desirable knowledge, skills, attributes and abilities that play a unique role in any situation whereby an individual demonstrates a competence that others lack. Not only this, but leaders are able to bring out the qualities of their group members and unite them in a collaborative team.

Understanding the diverse motives of each group member and being able to communicate a shared purpose in any situation can unify and help people contribute. Ultimately, technology is a platform or megaphone for sharing ideas while culture presents a variety of individual and collective differences in belief, behaviours and slanderous-Lazarus!
–son of gun.

You might hear it late at night.
Or catch a glimpse in the fire light.
But the Baum Swangler never reveals itself in full.
Because most days you’re away at school.

You parents battle it when you’re asleep.
As do friends in the back of their jeep.
Perhaps you’ve seen it’s pointed tail?
Or run in fear as the moon went pale.

The howl of the Baum Swangler is a guttural growl.
While the smell of it’s feet are fishy and fowl.
Next time you’re alone, without mate or phone.
Shhhh – listen for that irregular groan.

Its hard to tell if it’s pleasure or pain –
What you’re probably hearing is the Baum Swangler’s refrain.
That’s all we know, of the creature for now.
Be careful, watch your back – it’s as big as a cow.

Nothing had rolled in yet. Which went against what the weatherman had said. No rain, nothing. For no particular reason the clouds had held themselves at bay, swelling at the summit of Mt. Wellington.

I’d oft look up at the comfortable rock, watchful and appreciative of the every present lump. Resting like hips under snow white sheets. The Lady, surrounded by dragon’s breath. A veil of smoke and mystery, vanishing yesterday in a shroud. The horizon muddled into a grey of anticipation. This snowy Sunday, i’m going for a run.

Recently someone asked me: ‘Have you followed a servant leader?’
I answered, ‘Not that I can recall, no’
Then they asked, ‘What was effective (or not) about their approach?’ 
Then I said, ‘Are you listening to me? I said no I have not followed a servant leader’.
Then in class, coincidentally, the same question came up, and to ‘do my best’ I just made something up. 

My birthday tomorrow.

I sit here, scratching at nasty blistering rashes that nobody else can see.
Stress? Bug bites? Lack of hygiene? Who knows – i’m unenlightened.
All I know is they appeared on Monday, Monday in bed.
I recently began catching possums, I laid traps that night. Was it that?
It could be poison on the wire or maybe something I ate? Was it the cat?
I drank lots of wine of Saturday and skipped dinner, was it that?
I keep putting alcohol on my hands, I don’t know what else is in those bottles.
I went out for lunch on Sunday, was it that?
My scalp, my pubes, my chest and stomach and arse – riddled.
I had sex, was it that? This, is my least favourite feeling.
A crawling sensation, a pinch, a fold, scuttling, invisible legs.
Spiders and crabs move faintly under the surface of my skin.
With disregard for my own future self, I gouge into my flesh and scrape away- layer after later until blood and lime fill my thoughts.
Gums leak saliva that I gulp back in pinched moments of tears and reflection.
When did this happen to me? How has it come to this.

I need to get back.
I need to get get back to it.
Get back on the horse.

Paint on a smile, all the while I crawl underneath my skin.
All red and pained. Eating all things that start with the letter C.

Oh yeah, i’m interested. When I went to the pub, I couldn’t find the front door.
An irregular shape? It’s a cool place.

Work for pay, pay for work.

This is called desire. This is motivation. Sometimes it’s perverse and weird. Other times people embody and typify their national regimes or cultural epistemes. In Australia for instance, this capitalist system suggests that “we” individuals value hard work, want money, wish respect, covet power and relish prestige. I wonder how they develop their Leaders in Russia?

Hat is important to you?

If someone said, take me to your leader, would my friends think of ME?

Perhaps it’s just a simple case of throwing a bone to a pack of hungry dogs. You watch them fight for the bone, each demonstrating their own qualities and tactics to win and eat. On second thoughts, nah. 

I never spoke at the café. I couldn’t bring myself to slow down the process. I wonder if they appreciated that? Getting to know people was out of the question. Do you let them in? The human things that bring us closer together, but there’s a blind down over the light of conversation. Laughter was shared, as it helps to be closed and good natured as one could be.