Monday, November 9, 2009

The Art of Contemplation

As a design firm, we make a point to be aware of cultural and artistic trends so that our work is timely, relevant, and speaks to the correct audience. Through the continual refinement of our processes, we’ve found that there are also several art forms you can only learn through the act of quiet observation. The most profitable of these quiet arts is that of contemplation.

The kind of contemplation I’m talking about usually manifests itself on the phone and in face-to-face conversation. It’s often referred to as an “awkward silence” when it isn’t deliberate and strategic. Learning how to effectively leverage this silence is a powerful tool in gaining valuable information from the person you are engaging with.

We typically survey our clients’ customers and a sampling of staff members before beginning a new branding project to learn the common thread of the brand from different perspectives. The phone calls are with people we’ve often never met in person, and they are sometimes nervous about giving wrong answers, saying too much – or not enough. One-word answers are a common obstacle, but can be overcome through deliberate contemplation. It goes something like this:

Studio Absolute: “What do you think XYZ Company could do to improve on their customer service?”

Client: “Nothing. We’ve always received great service from XYZ.”

Studio Absolute: Insert quiet pause.

Client: “Well, don’t get me wrong – their service is fantastic and we love their product. I guess the only thing we’d change is their awful hold music. I know it’s a petty thing, but I have to call over there a couple times a day and listen to it.”

The quiet pause accomplished two things. The client, feeling pressure to fill what they perceived as an awkward silence, opened up and began to let their guard down. This small hole in the dam opened the way to a more meaningful overall conversation. The client’s answer also addressed a point we may not have touched on had we rushed to the next question. As a result of our quiet contemplation of her initial answer, she offered up information that was equally valuable in assessing the brand’s touchpoints.

The same rule applies in face-to-face conversation. I recently observed a start-up entrepreneur deliver an impassioned pitch to a would-be investor without first listening for queues on how to customize his presentation. An opportunity was missed as this influential investor’s eyes glazed over to a rush of information that didn’t apply to his unique interests. Had the entrepreneur asked questions first, actively listened to the answers, and inserted intentional quiet pauses where necessary, the conversation could have easily had a vastly different end result.

There is a saying that you can’t learn anything by talking. Taking this a step further through active contemplation and the deliberate sprinkling of pauses, the inevitable result is an opening-up to greater opportunities.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Birth of FavorWish

FavorWish.com was born at Seattle Startup Weekend2. An event that recruits a highly motivated group of developers, business managers, startup enthusiasts, marketing gurus, graphic artists and more to a 54 hour event that builds communities, companies and projects.

Founded in 2007 by Andrew Hyde, the weekend is a concept of a conference focusing on learning by creating. It is known for its quick decisions, ‘out of the box’ thinking, unique facilitation technique and letting the founders show what they can do with the goal of starting with an idea on Friday night and having a viable company on Sunday evening.

Seattle2 Startup Weekend began on Friday February 6th. Over 45 ideas were pitched and of the 45, 15 sifted to the top and began recruiting their teams.

FavorWish, the brain child of Cheryl Hendricks, began as a Wishing Well concept a virtual space for real life Pay it Forward actions. In the original idea someone goes to the Wishing Well and finds a wish to fill. Once they've helped someone with their wish, they are then able to post their own wish. This idea morphed as the weekend progressed into the final concept of FavorWish.com.

So what is FavorWish all about…

We all need a hand sometimes, and there are a lot of people who are willing to help, but we don't know where to start. FavorWish makes it easy to connect people who need a favor with others willing to lend them a hand.

FavorWish is all about building bonds, establishing relationships and fostering stronger local communities.

Do something good today… FavorWish.com

Here is a quick summary of what happened over the week end:

The fun started on Saturday morning at 9am as Cheryl started selling the original idea and recruiting people. As sub teams formed, Liv was conducting domain name searches and even before the name was selected Russ started the site design and branding. Othmane took on the role of Devil's advocate and pointed out potential pitfalls of the various solutions. While the idea was shaping up, Michael was installing the server getting the development environment ready for action. Andrew had already started doing some market research. Benjamin and the rest of the technical team helped refine the original solution into a viable user experience and site design . Without any breaks, Joseph and Bart started defining the backend database schema which was then presented to the rest of the development team. Before starting on the implementation, Kyle conducted the legal review of the current solution. From that point on, Trevor and Michael started implementing the backend system and James worked on the front-end development. The development team continued to worked until 1:30am on Saturday night at Othmane's place.

On Sunday morning, the whole team was back to work for a long day of continued execution with the development team continuing to implement the solution while Liv, James, Rob and Cheryl continued the work started the day before on the marketing and business plan.

This has been a great week end... Thanks to a great team(in no particular order - a basic copy and paste from the contact list): Liv Browning , James Gosserand, Trevor F. Smith, Othmane Rahmouni, Andrew Lauhoff, Benjamin Gadbaw, Joseph Chow, Jeff Yee, Bart Gottschalk, Michael Rose, Rob Capogna, Cheryl Hendrick, Russ McIntosh, and Kyle Flindt.




On Sunday, March 22 I struggled up 69 flights of stairs in Seattle’s annual race up the Columbia Tower for Leukemia & Lymphoma. In a search on Favorwish I found an event to help support the fight for the cure to eradicating Leukemia & Lymphoma.

A thousand people fill the first and second floor waiting for their turn up the stair well. My hands and body start to shake with anticipation as I starred up the daunting 69 flights of stairs ahead of me. The starter nodded his head and pointed his index finger signaling that is was my turn to race. I was off. Immediately I grasp on to the handrail tug and pulling myself up the stairs as my legs exploding off of every other step. I turn my head downwards trying to avoid the tragic cost of counting flights. As my shuffle kicks off with the Foo Fighters “Pretender” I glance at the number 27, just past a third of the way and I was feeling great.

The steps seem to float off behind me as bound from step to step until flight 43. Then it hits me. My lungs gasp for air and my extremities begin to tingle from the lack of blood. A rush of paranoid thoughts paralyzes my mind as I search for the will to struggle up another 26 flights of stairs. Finally my body slows down and does not allow me to sprint up the stairs anymore. I was at a walk. It felt more like a crawl. And, for the first time I notice the wretched stench of human sweat and struggle soaking the stairwell. The flights of stairs pass by with disdain and struggle.

I couldn’t give up. I didn’t want to give up. My shuffle switches to “Eye of the Tiger” just in the nick of time and I was off. Goosebumps raise the hair on my arm and the will to break the 11:00 minute barrier floods back inside of me. My legs started skipping steps once again and the numbers melted away as I passed them by. The end was close. Voices spill out of the 69th floor as cheers from the competitors finishing before me receive yells and applause for the completing the trek to the top. I could see it, the dim stairwell breaks with light from the top floor. I smash through the door, pound my wrist on the mat, log my time and pace the hallway filling my lungs with the needed oxygen.

At the end of the day I find my time posted up on a wall with the other thousand participants in the lobby. My time is 11:15. I miss the 11 minute barrier by fifteen short seconds. I failed. But, I stood there, in a room filled with a thousand other participants all jockeying to search for their time and realized how we didn’t fail. As much as I make the event about my race and struggle to the top I notice that I am part of this community surrounding me who seek the same thing and struggle in the same way. After the race I continue some conversations with fellow racers, comparing times, sticking points and the excitement of finally being at the top and staring out over the entire city from its tallest building. As our group heads out to Gorden Biersch for a beer I feel the cold air cool my sweat and realize that today was not just about racing to the top of the 69th floor of the Columbia Tower.