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Reflections on San Francisco

September 16, 2018 Ben Yeoh
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A city of contradictions. SF is a beautiful city on a bluesky day. It’s one the first places I travelled to by myself when I was 14. I took the Cal train in from Palo Alto about 25 years ago and wandered. I only have impressions of the vibe from so long ago, but it remains similar.


Glorious feats of engineering from bridges, sky scrapers and now rooftop floating parks. You’d be lucky to be born here. It’s not without obvious problems. Homelessness is rife.


Two images: a homeless person napping in the midday sun with Bose headphones and Nike trainers.


A suited man stepping round a homeless person coming out of an Uber.

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When I first came to SF, the company Salesforce had not even been created. It now has over $8 billion in revenue and has created one of the tallest buildings on the west coast of the US.


As part of this building, salesforce has created a public park. It seems to me part of how some see the American way. Open markets, creative entrepreneurs creating enormous wealth, and as part of that creation giving back to the place and community that helped create them.


In SalesForce Park, SF (C) B Yeoh

In SalesForce Park, SF (C) B Yeoh

I wonder how strong this type of social contract still is - or ever was.  The tower rises like a glimmering shard, the park all new bursting with plants, toddler areas, free art and reading. Is this enough to hold the fabric of America?


Willfully turning away from the beggars, the vibrant, diverse life is still present. Boys and boys, girls and girls, boys and girls. A smattering of colour. Old fashioned cable cars trundle alongside electric low emission buses. The waiters are mainly white and cute. The bussing folk are mainly coloured and invisible along with the maids and other worker bees.


You can get free wifi almost everywhere.


I’m here too fleetingly to see much else of the city, but note an awkward clash between some environmental awareness and still a huge amount of waste, plastic and limited nudging of individual choice.



Here’s one partial critique of the Responsible Investing gathering. In attending this conference, I skipped two (and there were many more) mainstream investment conference focused on healthcare.  


The two health conferences had a few hundred companies, and a couple of thousand investment and corporate professionals between them.


There was a flagship Asian and Emerging market conference also running and many more.


Every company at the healthcare conference could easily claim alignment with several SDGs particularly the health one - SDG 7 and hundreds of investors are trying to allocate billions of capital to good ideas and good companies.


The PRI conference had a bare handful of portfolio manager risk takers. Critics could argue was a silo echo chamber for sustainability people to tell each other how right they are.  


I wonder if sustainability could cross the divide, break the silo and go and present at one of the other conferences and make the case.  Here continue some reflections more sustainability based.



In SF, there are two intersectional conferences on climate change and the PRI responsible investing conference. Some more personal fragmentary observations.


Physical climate risk is reaching up the agenda. We are starting to see it and feel it.


Much of the “mainstream” is not really here. Lots of policy, engagement, stewardship and ESG (environment social governance) teams. Very few portfolio managers, the risk takes who buy or sell billions in assets of stocks and debt and direct assets.  Arguably, this is not hopeful.




Those I observe in SF are committed and passionate. They are bringing people along in a journey. Arguably this is hopeful.


But I recall two comments, Paul Polman (CEO, Unilever, retiring soon) - “I’m an asset creator” and Nassim Taleb - I paraphrase, if you want to change the world, don’t join an NGO, but go create a business.


The committed folk hope to mobilise and nudge capital, but I wonder more and more of late of the demand side of the equation.


The majority of large asset managers can now a credible narrative around ESG (Environment Social Governance). But, see also above “the mainstream is not here”.


The intersectionality problems are complex, often opaque. A Marriott staff employee spoke about how declining housekeeping makes her unemployed. It’s not only automation that takes away jobs. But is less housekeeping, and less washing, better for the environment, and profit margin? But not the humans.


I observe. Most waiters and waitresses are white with Gap Ad looks. The bus folk, those who clear the dishes. They are almost all coloured. Not allowed to take orders, barely likely to hold your eye - smiles are not at them.


Where mainstream PMs and analysts meet material ESG world, they do convert but I wonder about the silos.


I hear little on the demand side of the equation. The Global Climate Action Summit is also taking place. It comes across as disorganised and diffuse. But seemingly more focus on the “real economy”, Green tech entrepreneurs are about, although I don’t find them.


Still, parsing through, I sense managing food waste and sustainabilty could be a major unlock. Any ideas here, do shout.


The demand side could be a huge unlock. But, I’m unsure if I’m hearing ideas here. The single-use, the consumption it’s again and again - so hard to imagine it declining away. I’m hoping clever peeps are working on it. This to me will need cross silo thinking.


But, if I had to be - and I do - we are going to go through 2 deg warming. We will need to account for the cost of physical infrastructure loss and forced migration.


We, humans, weigh near term convenience so heavily, it seems to me we are unlikely to reach critical mass for changing behaviour until we are in crisis.


Although talking about crisis, given we’ve not changed significantly since the last financial crisis, I’m uncertain how it plays out.


But, humans have continually come out of crisis in better shape - and many other trends are in positive land. I try not to forget that.


I hold a lift for a man scurrying. That man turns out to be Paul Polman (Unilever, CEO, retiring soon).  Maybe it’s the little things and connections that will save us.

Selfie with Paul Polman, (C) B Yeoh

Selfie with Paul Polman, (C) B Yeoh


A poem reflecting on my conversation with a SF Modern Art staff - all coloured vs the visitors mainly all white.

A look at what some of the art in SF MOMA is saying to me.

 

In Sustainability, Diversity, Living, Art Tags Sustainability, Art, ESG, San Francisco

Evening Standard. Don’t touch her hair.

October 21, 2017 Ben Yeoh
Instagram (right) + iPhone snap (left of ES magazine, top crown of braids airburshed out)

Instagram (right) + iPhone snap (left of ES magazine, top crown of braids airburshed out)

How unthinking, uninformed and unwoke can the Evening Standard Magazine be to airbrush the crown of braids from an artist famous for her work - don’t touch my hair. 

The headline even: Owning my body is really important to me.   

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So ES airbrushes her hair.  

Gulp.  

“Braiding is an act of beauty... and an act of tradition - it is its own art form”  

 

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So go ahead censor her life and art.  

Want a lively informative conversation ask a black woman about her hair, what she thinks about it and how it’s been represented over the last 50 years.  

But don’t touch it.  

Read more about the black American experience here as told by Ta-Nehisi Coates. 

Or interested in Arts or Investing.

 

In Art Tags Art, Hair, Solange
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Bus tips. Mindfulness. Stoics.

August 24, 2017 Ben Yeoh
Queue of buses on London Bridge (c) B Yeoh

Queue of buses on London Bridge (c) B Yeoh

Short tips on waiting for buses. Practising the mindfulness of a samurai. Everyday Stoicism in action. A chance for galaxies to collide.

I'm firmly a public transport person. Through my son, I'd even venture to say I'm a reluctant enthusiast or a moderate fan, I've moved through the purely functional to where function meets form or more.

Tiles and mosaics, photographed by me as we wander in rail song. Some of the designs are based on the original Edwardian designs by Leslie Green.  An interesting account of the balancing forces involved in "conserving" / replacing  / updat…

Tiles and mosaics, photographed by me as we wander in rail song. Some of the designs are based on the original Edwardian designs by Leslie Green.  An interesting account of the balancing forces involved in "conserving" / replacing  / updating  the Underground tiles can be read here.

I've not learnt to drive. I've lived most of my life in London. Given London's Tube started in the 1850s I think the transport system has managed to play the cards it has been dealt. It's emphasis on design and art is stimulating if you pay attention; more simply a spot of sunshine on a regular heads down day.

Art on the Underground have commissioned some great works in the last 14 years.  The labyrinth project (see pictures below) by artist Mark Wallinger has each station with have an enamel panel measuring 60cm by 60cm with a different labyrinth on it. All 270 are numbered them according to the route taken on the 2009 record breaking Tube Challenge.    

‘Diamonds and Circles’ works ‘in situ’ is the first permanent public commission in the UK by the acclaimed French artist, Daniel Buren. The artwork transforms Tottenham Court Road station with Buren’s signature geometric patterns across the vast central ticket hall and multiple station entrances. Buren’s designs play with simple concepts; shapes, colours and stripes.

Labyrinth images. (cc) Mike Quin - see http://www.geograph.org.uk/snippet/15547    More information on Daniel Buren and his art at Tottenham Court Road, here https://art.tfl.gov.uk/projects/permanent-commission-by-daniel-buren/

Labyrinth images. (cc) Mike Quin - see http://www.geograph.org.uk/snippet/15547    More information on Daniel Buren and his art at Tottenham Court Road, here https://art.tfl.gov.uk/projects/permanent-commission-by-daniel-buren/

Still of late, I've done my fair share of waiting for buses and here are my tips.

So first the obvious... In London, TFL through the internet can give you a very good sense of when a bus is arriving. Google maps, citymapper and the like can also help.

If those are down, or you want to go old school, then you want to check how many people are waiting at the bus stop as you approach. More people the higher chance a bus is coming. A very large crowd might indicate a broken bus or another larger problem.

You might also want to check if walking on to another nearby stop might give you a larger variety of buses to choose from.

If it looks like a long wait and you want to walk on, you can do so but you need to mentally commit - maybe make it into a game. You need to commit in your head, because there is anguish if while walking, the bus you want passes you by.

You need to borrow from the samurai.

“The rain is a teacher. If you are caught in a down pour, do not run down the road attempting to stay dry. You will still become soaked. Accept that from the beginning and go steadily on your way. You still be wet, but you won’t suffer any distress from the rain. Apply this lesson in all things.”

Due to the mental pain of the needed bus passing you, I suggest if in doubt just wait. If you end up waiting a long time, chances increase that many buses arrive together! Hope for the best, plan for the worst.

This is an occasion to practise stoic thinking and mindfulness.

“True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future, not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient, for he that is so wants nothing. The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach. A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.”
— Seneca

Seneca wrote that about 2000 years ago. He was not thinking about waiting for buses. Given the amount of waiting I know do, and the complex patterns of transport (today only Night Tube train routes), I find I enjoy myself letting go to an autistic pattern not of my understanding. To do this, I need to relax from "an anxious dependence upon the future" and then the journey is often remarkable.

My last tip is to strike up a conversation. The two classic openers would be to ask how long they have been waiting or a comment about the weather. From there conversations could meander down any path. It does take two to dance, but an open mind and a strong lead can take you anywhere.

Bear in mind - everybody is somebody's weirdo. Trains are not conducive to random conversation. People feel too trapped to risk it. Unless "otherness" intervenes and cuts across our bubble. An autist in the zone of rail song will do this for a carriage. If you don't have such a company, then it can be tough to start conversation.

Bus stops are easier. There's more space. There's a slower pace. It's a great area for serendipity and conversation to strike. Don't ask why? Think why not?

“You see things, and say, why? I dream things that never were, and say, why not?”
— After George Bernard Shaw

Where different galaxies collide, the most interesting matter can be created.

Cross fertilise. Read about the autistic mind here and ideas on the arts here. On investing try a thought on stock valuations. 

In ASD, Art Tags Trains, Art, ASD
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