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October 9, 2016

On Krikkit

“Imagine,” he said, “never even thinking, ‘We are alone,’ simply because it has never occurred to you to think that there’s any other way to be” -Slartibartfast

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September 5, 2016

Gerakan Nasional 1000 Startup Digital Jakarta #1000StartupDigital

Gerakan Nasional 1000 Startup Digital Jakarta batch 2 diawali dengan pembukaan oleh Triawan Munaf (BEKRAF) dan Jansen Kamto (KIBAR). Pada kesempatan kali ini dijelaskan 5 tahapan yaitu ignition, workshop, hackaton, bootcamp, dan incubation. Pada kesempatan ini juga dijelaskan bahwa pemerintah sedang memicu ekosistem startup di Indonesia. Inilah saat kita untuk memanfaatkan kesempatan ini sebaik mungkin.

Diskusi pertama pada tahapan ignition bertemakan “The Startup Journey” oleh Andreas Senjaya (iGrow). Jay bercerita bahwa biasanya 8 dari 10 startup akan gagal, namun founder tidak boleh down dan selalu bangkit. Ia bercerita bahwa ide kearifan lokal dari Indonesia tentang pertanian, peternakan, perikanan, atau karakter sosial masyarakat bisa menjadi sumber inspirasi dalam pembuatan sebuah startup. Sebagai penutup sesi ini Jay berpesan bahwa tujuan dari sebuah startup adalah menciptakan dan memberikan nilai tambah kepada orang lain.

Acara berikutnya bertemakan “Think Like A Founder” oleh Indrasto Budisantoso (Jojonomic) dan Yukka Harlanda (Brodo). Pada acara ini Indrasto berpesan agar kita menemukan co-founder yang dapat meng-cover kelemahan kita. Kita juga harus mampu menjadikan orang yang lebih pintar dari kita sebagai co-founder. Cari cara untuk menarik mereka bergabung misalnya dengan pembagian share. Hal menarik yang disampaikan Yukka adalah seorang founder harus tetap terlihat positif di depan pekerja ataupun client walaupun sedang terjadi masalah pada startup kita.

Sesi berikutnya bertemakan “Making Social Impact with Technology”. Tyovan Ari Widagdo  (Bahaso.com) dan Alfatih Timur (Kitabisa.com) bercerita bahwa setiap startup pasti memiliki social impact secara langsung maupun tidak langsung. Sebagai founder kita tidak bisa hanya sekedar memikirkan profit dirinya sendiri, tetapi juga harus membawa manfaat bagi orang lain. Startup yang memiliki social impact ke masyarakat akan memberikan kepuasan tersendiri bagi founder dan co-foundernya.

Pada diskusi berikutnya Henky Prihatna (Google Indonesia) bercerita mengenai inovasi google dalam sesi “Notions of Innovation”. Henky menjabarkan visi & misi google menjadi 9 cultures. Salah satu yang berhubungan dengan sebuah startup adalah continuous improvement. Tidak ada yang namanya instant perfection melainkan harus selalu berkembang sedikit demi sedikit. Google juga mengedepankan budaya focus on user. Setiap produk harus tetap menempatkan pengguna di posisi tertinggi. Google juga menggunakan prinsip launch beta & get feedback. Dengan begini, google akan selalu mendapatkan feedback dari para penggunanya yang dapat digunakan untuk mengembangkan produk. Google juga melakukan T.G.I.F. untuk mendapatkan feedback dari para pekerjanya di seluruh dunia. Pesan Henky yang terpenting adalah untuk selalu optimize data sebagai variabel pengambilan keputusan, bukan menggunakan perasaan saja.

Tahapan ignition ditutup dengan diskusi bertemakan “How To Scale Your Startup” oleh Hanifa Ambadar (Female Daily) dan Peter Shearer (AR & Co). Berdasarkan pengalamannya, Hanifa berpesan untuk selalu mencari possible opportunity. Hal ini penting untuk mengembangkan startup kedepannya. Pada sesi ini juga ditekankan pentingnya selalu focus on our strength. Dengan fokusnya founder terhadap kekuatannya sendiri, proses scaling sebuah startup akan lebih terarah. Tentunya hal ini harus didukung dengan market research sebagai data pendukung.

Pada dasarnya, ignition merupakan tahapan untuk pembentukan mindset seorang founder. Dengan adanya tahapan ini diharapkan peserta dapat memiliki pola pikir seorang founder sebagai modal awal pembentukan suatu startup.

August 19, 2014

The Peace-Keeping Law

[Those who believe or act as if that they own the world] give the creatures around them a chance to grow toward whatever it’s possible for them to become.
-Daniel Quinn, 1990

July 24, 2014

Hturt

Belief segregates, and ideology separates. It is the underlying root cause of the imaginary divide, a border of sorts of the humane interaction. Because a chance to love with such passion equates in hating with the same amount of passion in the general figure of probability. It is not the heat of debate nor the ruckus of disagreement, it is the idea in the back of the mind that believes an ultimate truth. While still trying to tolerating agreeing to other lesser truths he holds in his mind a superior brand. “Truth Plus”.  While not as strong as the Milk variety, the addiction is nonetheless the same — even the potentiallity to do ultraviolence more or less is the same. We are trained to believe since we were born that an ultimate truth exists. We were born to idealize a condition where this truth is adopted by all the population of this world. Paralel to this fact we are thrown in a world where everyone has been raised to think, to each their own, their own version of an ultimate truth, and beyond the seemingly agreeing nods, quietly, and certainly, the ultimate truth is safely stowed in a golden vessel; away from the noise of lesser truths. We are in a way, born — for lack of a better term — fascists, loyal to our dogmatic idealized ultimate truths, waiting for death to claim us and prove for the very last time that that idealization holds true. We even propagate, automatically, subconcsiously, the ultimate truth. Repetitively spewing the beliefs and pseudofactual claims that hold as brittle as sugarglass. We proclaim in subtext the dangers of lesser truths and how it will cause the demise of a certain era. Of time itself. That lesser truths will cause an imbalance or anger an intangible being or cause phantom psychosomatic pain. It is endless. It has been done.

January 7, 2014

Would Have, Should Have, Could Have.

I have not written for so long.

They say time mellows wisdom, where emotions ripen and forethought becomes a priority. Actually no, age has very little to do with wisdom. Those who do say that are probably people struggling to balance sanity with post-power-syndrome: the respect freaks. In my young adult life I have met many people who have aged gracefully, and even then these people are still bothered with the common ponders of “would have, should have, could have”. As with my option and chances theory, the Would Should Could (WSC) plagues the minds of the majority of the global population simply because it is a choice of future, present, and past tendencies which determine the assumption of where we will be, where we are, and where we were.

We, well some of us, spend a lot of time analysing the past and how that information will be useful for the challenges we face now and later. It is a pre-emptive liberation from uncontrolled consequences. In a way, WSC is more of an analytical tool of sorts which uses past experiences to create assumptions in which what the outcome will be for future problems/choices. It is also a double edged sword in which the analytical process becomes stuck in the cycle of a worried state: building assumptions without actually amounting into anything. The assumption is thick in fear and worry that we become afraid of the assumptions we create in our heads. We give up to the assumptions, which is illogical since it is our own voices in our heads that we fear.

It is solutive as well as entrapping at the same time. It boosts morale as well as lock us in a state of perpetual self-loathing.

We imagine a Would — imagine, not plan — of ideals and end-goals gleaming with promises, also, imagined. A future constructed in our minds as if we are highly apt soothesayers reading silver linings on clouds. A Should, as in how we imagine what to act upon the hypothethical and the scenarios playing in our heads to actual present situations. To act and to imagining to act is clearly, definitely, uncomparable. How many times we simulate a scenario in our head will never accumulate to an actual outcome, it is psychological masturbation: orgasmic yet empty; the void of body heat transfer confuses what is supposed to be, a shared experience. Lastly the Could, a retrospective view on what has been done and imagined and outcome and enjoyment and dissapointment and achievements and failures rolled up into a claylike ball, merged and blurred, warped into unfamiliar shapes as the brain continues to create pseudo memories. It is only reference, nothing more. The temptation of contemplating the retrospect on what we may think we were capable of at a particularly specific time and space. A pack mule hunting a carrot on the end of a stick.

June 15, 2013

Blurbebebebbbb or Voisez IV

It is as if the contents of your head shrinked and in its place, bloated air pressures your skull. you are being submerged underwater but still being able to breathe. Hardly breathing. The reality of being one with one’s self seems as a distant self achievement, to compose, no, to sculpt the exo-imagery of a body to the audience stares. Extacy or etymologically ex-stasis, being outside the body looking in, us as a different person us as an object for ourselves. We relate to the fact we do not know who we are, we have been trained to sculpt this exo-imagery. To create a ready conclusio of what we display to the beloved audience. The audience yawns, a tear slides from their eye socket rolling on their cheek. The exo-imagery fails. You are not a specimen worthy of our eyes to fixate upon. You are null. Null, imaginary, irrational. To the eyes of the audience, through the eyes of ex-stasis it is a body, but a body buried beneath a see through acrylic coating. Clear enough to see but blurred by the light bias, bending and breaking through the semi-opaque. Acrylic melts and screams inaudible, twisting while heat displays its function. A chemical reaction, energy defeats, eliminates the acrylic. Blur dissapates and the image is clear. Not of beauty perhaps, but not too painful for the eyes to see. Ex-stasis. The air deflates.

June 5, 2013

Compulsory Component

The funny thing about life is that there is this weighted towering shadow that forces us to comply with our inner most inhibitions. Your wants perceived as needs perceived as urgent perceived as priority as your brain conjours illusionary justifications in broken logic. It is disturbing really how bodily functions are centrally controlled by a glop called a brain which literally has a mind of its own. In a freeflowing motion of irrationality it begs attention to be the belle of the ball. A sick psyche of sorts in which bells and whistles hang about clouding the air with high pitched noise. Regulated only by sanity. Regulated by the very being that causes it to rebel from authority. A paradoxial line given in by the sideway stares of disaprovals, gleaming down on the shattered hopes and dreams of the irregular kind. Rekindling the fact that is most lost, that is most unrepented, unloved. Emotions and rationality mixed as one, a compulsory component in perceiving the overflowing thought products that litter the shallow planes of nothing in whole.

February 26, 2013

Inertia

This … is inertia, a sudden halt from mechanical movement, a speed bump in the exceedingly fast paced rat race that is the natural environment. Instead of rats, we are but perfectly spherical metal balls rolling without friction, without boundaries, in constant chaotic motion until we stop and hit these metaphoric speed bumps. Then… inertia. In this state, we mellow, we wait, we change. As absurd and as obscure as the transformation of Gregor Samsa we change without us knowing how or why, without even believing that we actually do, in constant denial and simultaneously adapting we redefine our thoughts of what was and convert those into what should be. As masochistic as slicing fresh onions with the same aim to add taste and colour to what equates as bland. The phenomenon of procrastination and the impacts they mould. The constant dialectics of learn and unlearn until  much learnt comes off as useless, obsolete pieces of scrap, wrecked by the ever constant expansion, and shrinkage, of time and space perceived objectively only to those without sanity in which sanity is the final barrier to experiencing living truly and naturally. The mind tricks ourselves into the constant wants perceived as needs perceived as importance, of high priority. Yet, the mind yearns for an end, an end of existence, an end of repetition, a permanent inertia. 

And so, inertia, in need of a push to reach a state of motion. At least, averting the gutters that might cause the perfect spherical metal ball to halt in its motion. Unto its final state of inertia until immobility ensnaring it permanently.

February 13, 2013

The Unsoluble Dichotomy

He visualizes his own end: death. Never is he free from the dichotomy of existence: he cannot rid himself of his mind, even if he should want to; he cannot rid himself of his body as long as he is alive — and his body makes him want to be alive. Reason, man’s blessing, is also his curse; it forces him to cope everlastingly with the task of solving an insoluble dichotomy. Human existence is different in this respect from that of all other organisms; it is in a state of constant and unavoidable disequilibrium. Man’s life cannot “be lived’ by repeating the pattern of his species; he must live. Man is the only animal than can be bored, that can feel evicted from paradise. Man is the only animal who finds hos own existence a problem which he has to solve and from which he cannot escape. He cannot go back to the pre-human state of harmony with nature; he must proceed to develop his reason until he becomes the master of nature, and of himself. But man’s birth ontogenetically as well as phylogenetically is essentially a negative effect. He lacks the instinctive adaptation to nature, he lacks physical strength, he is the most helpless of all animals at birth, and in need of protection for a much longer period of time than any of them.

(Fromm 1955:23)

January 22, 2013

Peduli apa terjadi, terus berlari tak terhenti. Untuk raih harapan, di dalam tangisan tertahan. -Pure Saturday (1996)