While reading a recent Kauffman Foundation report, I was reminded of an amusing, little book entitled, Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson. It is a motivational story about two miniature humans, Hem and Haw, who live in a maze and survive only on cheese. One day, in their typical quest for food, Hem and Haw happen upon a cheese-filled corridor. After setting up camp they soon become content with their find, and establish routines around the supply of cheese. At first they act as if the supply will never run out and are comforted by regularity, since they are afraid of change. When the supply of cheese becomes noticeably smaller, Haw decides to break free from his constrictive mindset and sets out in search for new cheese. Hem remains complacent and fearful of change. Towards the end of the story Haw finds a new supply of cheese and due to his past experience continues to explore the maze, preventing complacency. (more…)

There are some things that I am simply ignorant to—baseball, tops the list. I don’t understand the allure of the game beyond the fun of stadium seating, pretzels and adult beverages. My last memory of a baseball game, a friend spilled a Coke all over the woman in front of us and her husband tried to pick a fight. I quietly slunk away to see what was going on by the food vendors. (more…)