At Agile NYC I presented a pecha kucha. 20 slides. 20 seconds per slide. I’ll post in four parts.
A family tradition of care and craft
My mother is college educated but made her living through physical labor. She made valances on fancy drapery and upholstered fine furniture.
She took pride in her work matching the pattern at the seams no matter how complex. And she worked long hours.
She has arthritis from years handling heavy fabric.
My father is a retired engineer.
He’s always pursued hobbies with an engineer’s precision. Book binding, restoring tube amplifiers, annealing, reshaping and tempering fishing hooks into an authentic 19th century fly fishing hook shape.
If people offered to pay him for his hobby, he’d move on to something else. He did these things for pleasure.
My ten-year old daughter aspires to be an engineer or scientist. She been a member of a Lego FIRST Robotics team since she was seven.
When she first tried out, her teachers wrote:
“You were chosen based on your ability to work well with your team and how well you cooperated with others.
We also looked at your ability to problem solve, on your own and within the group, your endurance, enthusiasm, and your handle and care for the pieces.”
My girl is a born agilist…
The existential joys of agile practice
- A family tradition of care and craft
- I want to live in our imperfect reality
- People over process
- Angel on your shoulder
In my decisions and actions, I balance the following: