Practice, obsession and the catch-up game

I’m currently reading Bounce, the book by Matthew Syed that debunks the “Talent Myth”.   It’s a well-written exposition of how the individuals we think of as being child prodigies or otherwise abnormally gifted, often had circumstances that were highly conducive to their later success.

He writes convincingly of the 10,000 hour “rule” for developing expertise.  This states that in order to develop world class expertise in a particular field, one has to apply focussed practice for around 10,000 hours  in order to achieve it.  In the case of many of the highly recognisable names, they had accumulated that level of practice by their late teens or early twenties.

So what do we do if we want to become expert-level (not necessarily world-class) at something later in life?  How do we accumulate the expertise when we are typically much more time-poor?

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Should we be afraid of AI?

There have been warnings for many years about the potential for disaster with Artificial Intelligence implementations.  Many luminaries, from Elon Musk to Stephen Hawking, have warned about the implications if we unwittingly create a robotic overlord who deems that we are irrelevant at best and destructive at worst, and decides the world will be better off without us.

So why am I concerned now, and should you be?

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“I don’t have time to learn”

I don’t know how many times this has come up in conversations with staff members and mentees over the years, but it’s been quite a few.  “I’m too busy to take a course..”; “My manager won’t let me study.”; “I would have to do the study in my personal time..”;  “The tools are too difficult to use.”.  I don’t have time to learn.

I sympathise with anyone who feels tremendously time-poor, for often valid reasons, but the above comments, and variants of them, feel like excuses.

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A Death at Christmas

On the day of my daughter’s 15th birthday I stood in the cold in the local churchyard with her, and well more than a hundred others, and waited for the body of her best friend’s father to arrive.

A very private man, I had met him only once, and didn’t know him at all.  Despite his private nature the crowd of people there was testament to the impact he had on many lives.  We were there to offer our support and consolation to his family, and to say goodbye to a brother, husband, father, co-worker and friend.  While we waited there, I thought that while it may not be obvious to us as we travel through our lives, the decisions we make have lasting consequences, and those consequences live beyond us.

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Lessons from the Gruffalo

I read quite a lot – for work, for education and for pleasure.  Not as much in the last category any more, and less overall than I used to, but there are still a few fiction titles every year, usually in the “damn near brain-dead/guilty pleasure” category.  There are very, very few books that I read hundreds of times.  The Gruffalo is the only one this year.

It’s probably obvious that I have a young child – the Gruffalo isn’t a religious text, or a set of instructions for life.  But there are lessons in it, and the reading of it, just the same. Continue reading “Lessons from the Gruffalo”

A debt owed to my father

(An edited version of this piece appears in “Salmon of the River Lee”, a recently published ode to the river by Dan O’ Donovan. It’s a lovely book, with countless hours of research between the covers, and is available online

from www.anglebooks.com and www.rareandrecent.com.)

I’m a fair to middling (some might say mediocre) salmon angler.  I tie my own flies to a reasonable standard, and can cast a decent line with a single-handed rod, or a fairly poor one with the double-hander.   My father, Ger Mulcahy, known to friends and acquaintances in Cork as Gerald, was (I have been told) by contrast, an excellent fly-fisher of salmon.  My first salmon on the fly on the River Lee in Cork was on a stretch of water he knew well and fished often, and I felt he was there on the Graveyard stretch that day.

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Managing the squeaky wheel

If you’ve managed teams or organisations for a while, you know there’s invariably one.  The team member who gets categorised as “high-maintenance” or sometimes even “highly strung”. They are valuable members of the team, often solid engineers, technologists or other specialists, but they consume a disproportionate amount of your time as a manager.

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