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...conclusion is that winning organizations--from NFL franchises to FORTUNE 500 companies--share three core characteristics: they instill accountability at all levels, cultivate collaboration and teamwork and encourage initiative and innovation. With illustrative examples, Kanter lays out how to overcome attitude problems like passivity, inefficacy, finger pointing and panic in order to become a winner. But be warned: Kanter often calls for sweeping action, like clearing out top management or drastically reallocating resources. Confidence, apparently, often starts with bold action. --By Barbara Kiviat
...would always err on the side of caution,” she said. “Maybe they were trying not to stir up panic...but it’s always nice to have the information...
...down Alaska's coast, alarm is spreading that the natural bounty on which the culture is built is at risk. At Point Hope, a bowhead-whaling village that dates from 600 B.C., flooding seawater threatens the airport runway and a seven-mile evacuation road. "During storms, people begin to panic," says town official Rex Rock. In the Pribilof Islands, villagers blame global warming along with industrial contaminants for the decline of 20 species, ranging from kelp to sea lion. In Barrow, capital of the oil-rich North Slope Borough, sandbags and dredging haven't protected $500 million in infrastructure...
...occurs to me that hey, it’s rather breezy back there. Sure enough, I reach my hand around and I feel bare thigh. Apparently I pulled too much material to make the pleat in front, because I am mooning the good people of Thimphu. In a panic, I grab frantically for the edge of my kira—but what only this morning was a cloth with huge, unmanageable edges, is now miraculously devoid of any edge. I cling with sweaty fingers to a random hunk of cloth, trying to yank enough of it over to the right...
...open again, hold another rope, sit up on your hand, ok. The bull is still but for the vague vibrations of muscle and bone, and sitting on it feels like straddling the back of a suede couch with a massage setting and, incidentally, horns. My nerves boil over into panic, and I grasp for a question I haven’t asked yet—should I move back? In which direction? This time it won’t be a baseball and my finger but a hoof and my head, and I want to be damn well sure...