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I think, therefore I am. - René Descartes
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By NANCY GIBBS Monday, Nov. 22, 2010
Invention is a hedge against anonymity; make something that matters and you can live forever. Hans Geiger and his counter, Samuel Morse and his code, Joseph-Ignace Guillotin and his highly efficient blade. But we know by now that for every Edison or Jonas Salk there are legions of inventors whose genius goes unsung, who may never be famous, though they can get rich.
I'd never heard of Marion Donovan, a Connecticut housewife and mother of two who, in 1946, got sick of doing laundry. She sat down at her sewing machine with a shower curtain, and the next thing you knew she had invented the reusable diaper cover, which she ultimately made out of nylon parachute cloth and sold at Saks Fifth Avenue. Then she designed an absorbent paper for a completely disposable diaper--which every large manufacturer told her was "superfluous and impractical," until the people at Pampers realized otherwise.
Inventions have always had many parents. "Doubt is the father of invention," said Galileo. Necessity is its mother, said Plato. Or, in the luxurious modern age, sloth, which gave us the electric toothbrush, the universal remote and the drive-through liquor store. These days, the operative motivation may be frugality, which leads to the discovery that balled-up newspaper deodorizes shoes, baby oil cleans chrome and sticking a marshmallow or an orange peel in a bag of brown sugar keeps it from hardening into a sweet dark rock. Or sustainability, which propels university students and volunteers to develop an incubator out of recycled car parts, engineers to embed battery rechargers in roadbeds and designers to fashion a fake fur coat out of plastic garment fasteners.
There's no shortage of ideas in circulation; the number of patent applications in the U.S. has doubled since just 1997, to close to half a million a year. Still, I suspect that many of us are too busy keeping up to pause for tinkering, conceiving, concocting or devising. Technology, that bullying child of progress and prosperity, gives us ever finer tools of invention even as it denies us the time to use them. We are so wired, so networked and so well equipped that one person now does the job five people used to, thus hoisting productivity while precluding creativity.
It seems we're on the verge of getting our jet packs--but no one has yet managed the time machine. Or better yet, the time expander. So we've got to play tricks on ourselves: schedule free time, however counterintuitive that may seem. Deep immersion in a task--no distractions, no interruptions--can give the illusion that time itself is receding. We feel lighter, braver, our brains more nimble; we free ourselves to try and fail and try again. I've always envied the Google engineers their "20% time": the one day a week they are told to allocate to a kind of intellectual R&D, working on projects that aren't part of their normal job description. This speaks to one of the ironies of innovation: too much freedom makes it harder, too little makes it impossible. But if we were ordered by our bosses to spend even one hour a week brainstorming, blue-skying, free-associating, I imagine the rest of the week would become more creative as well.
Creativity can be an admirable end in itself--but it's also a route to power. The great designer, architect and innovator Buckminster Fuller once marveled at the workings of a tiny piece at the edge of the rudder of a great steamship, like the Queen Mary, called the trimtab. "Just moving the little trimtab builds a low pressure that pulls the rudder around. Takes almost no effort at all," he said. "The little individual can be a trimtab. Society thinks it's going right by you, that it's left you altogether. But if you're doing dynamic things mentally, the fact is that you can just put your foot out like that and the whole big ship of state is going to go." Etched in stone at his grave site, it says, call me trimtab--bucky.
You see this at work every day, maybe not always world-changing interventions but life-changing ones, unremarkable at the time but transformative nonetheless. Some people, some moments, like some inventions, arrive in our lives with a flourish of trumpets. Some slide in shyly, unannounced, and set about changing everything. I had many great teachers and professors and mentors over the years, but it was a young first-grade teacher who saw a crushed little girl, told by the grizzled senior teacher that I had used the word then too often in the first piece of writing I'd ever attempted, who swooped in with her gold star, stuck it atop the page and told me to keep writing. Call me Trimtab, she might have said, as she set me sailing off into second grade, and a whole new world. She didn't invent me. But she invented a writer.
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,2030886-1,00.html
Thanks you for sharing that mentoring story. Speaking of which, it reminds me that China should be considered a society that abounds in mentoring culture - 師傅帶徒弟，扶上馬送一程，傳幫帶, etc. :-) Although passed on from different cultural heritage, they serve the same purpose. In corporate culture here in the US, a good mentor may not be the most important thing for success along one’s career path, but a critical one.
Your comment about Nancy is right on – she is shrewd in analysis of social phenomena ranging from earth-shaking social change to trivial personal behaviors, though always adds a personal touch enlivening those austere examinations.
Have a good weekend!
Back when I was in grad. school, I learned that a lot of big US corporations/private firms offer mentoring programs to the local college and high school students by sending Sr. Executives and Officers to the schools. And I said to myself that's the kind of organizational culture I appreciate if I ever need go job hunting again :))
I guess to sever as a mentor, a person needs to be at least around forty and is willing to share his/her personal experience with the younger people. I actually was asked to sever as a mentor once by my uncle :) for an undergraduate senior who was looking for a internship then. I shared my job interview experience with her and gave her a few tips that I used before, later I learned that she successfully obtained and completed her internship. She is now an employee of Eli Lilly & Co. in Suzhou. We stay in touch since via emails~~
I thought the above essay from Nancy is more scientific/analytical in the beginning, but shen ends it with a bit nostogic feelings, very cute~~
Thank you for the thought, Suxiang! I take that as a compliment even though I know I am not qualified :-). Well, seriously we all wish we had someone, when we were little, as a mentor, showing us the ropes of life. S/he doesn't have to be sagacious, just show the way, which probably would do a lot good to one's life.
I like Nancy Gibbs’ writings, though she does not write much. Each time I read hers, I find myself indulged in her profundity, thoughtfulness and wit. In comparison with Maureen Dowd, she is more serious, not as cynical and amusing as Dowd.
I have to thank you for that wonderful book review of Bourdains’ – it tantalizes me more to read it!
Have a great weekend!
Two thumbs up for the first grade teacher, Nancy's Trimtab!
I am a firm believer of mentoring. And I know you can serve as a good mentor, to many. :))
Here is a reply due long time ago, and thank you very much.
http://blog.wenxuecity.com/blogview.php?date=201102&postID=19890
Have a great weekend!