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  • Ancient Manager

    Ancient Manager

    The story A senior corporate manager is doomed to “sail” the dangerous business markets, but manages to take the company back to green together with other Ancient Managers. The philosophy Are we able to change when the rules of the game change, and how much do you even want to play the games people play?…

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  • The Ancient Manager’s Chess Game: When Students Outsmart Teachers

    The Ancient Manager’s Chess Game: When Students Outsmart Teachers

    Introduction A king playing chess with a student (or peasant) in the middle of the night, while two dogs fight in the corner—this medieval woodblock print from Pérez-Reverte’s “El Club Dumas” provides an example of several forms of power in action (French and Raven, 1959). In addition, the positioning of the characters in the picture…

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  • About “Ancient Manager”

    About “Ancient Manager”

    Ancient Manager is the myth of the Flying Dutchman set in the modern corporate world. Listen to it here. In my verision, the Ancient Manager is struggling between corporate forces of customer demands, legal requirements, employee worries and top management pressure, but manages to turn the tide and bring the company back to green with…

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  • Lyrics to “Ancient Manager”

    Lyrics to “Ancient Manager”

    (listen to the song in here)Beneath the moon’s soft and silvery glow:Towers Of Steel standing stillSilver moon over the sleeping steeplesI set my course to where the trade winds blowThe Seven Markets vast and deepThe Ancient Manager picks up his fleetWith a flock of suits he’s cursed to sail the seas”With the Silent Period loud…

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  • Journey to “Ancient Manager”

    Journey to “Ancient Manager”

    The other day, Poliphilos was planning the “Player Characters” album again in his apartment overlooking the city. “Messenger!”, he called. Nothing. “Messenger?!”, he repeated. In a whoosh he was there. Disheveled with twigs and pine cones hanging in his…” “Is that moss???”, Poliphilos asked. “Don’t ask”, the Messenger said, tidying up. “I guess I better…

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