Out of the Woods? Branding the decade that was.

So what do you call a decade like that one?

So far Beg to Differ has resisted the urge to comment on the Tiger Woods scandal. But a friend posted a story on Facebook today that seemed like a great way to wrap up the year, advice and the decade. Her four-year old asked her out of the blue if he could take down his Tiger Woods poster – after two years on his wall. When asked why, he said “it just seems like time.”  Indeed.

As they say: it's hard to see the tree for the Woods with a driver in the rear view mirror: just one of the many brands that have decided not to invite the Tiger into their new decade.
As they say: it's hard to focus on the tree - or the Woods - with a driver in the rear view mirror: just one of the many brands that have decided not to invite the Tiger into their new decade.

The rear-view mirror: out with the old

The end of the year, or the decade, is of course a great time to reflect, dream, plan, concede defeat, or maybe just take a break from whatever little white ball you were chasing.

But one question burns brighter than any faded Tiger in my mind right now: what do we call the decade that was? Other decades have great names like “the Dirty Thirties,” “The Roaring Twenties,” or my favourite: “the Eighties” (the teenage rugby-pants, new-wave, drama-geek decade doesn’t need another descriptor – at least for me).

A few suggestions for branding the decade just past:

The Woods

Or “the Woodies” if you prefer. Oh those halcyon days when the Tiger was young and seemed infallible. Before we learned the awful truth: that he was all too human… er, actually a major sleaze-ball in his private life. And while that shouldn’t matter, we learned that when you build a brand empire around yourself, that brand is vulnerable to all the same failings that you are – particularly if your brand is built on a false perception of super-human purity.

But the thing I like best about “The Woods”, is that it implies we’re out of them now…

The Naughties

Or “The Naughts”, “the aughts”. Of course “aught” or “naught” are words for zeroes.  My blog-buddy Nancy Friedman favours “the Naughties”. But apart from the Woods, there wasn’t really that much decade-defining naughtiness when you compare it to the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, and the “Bill Clintons”. Martin Bishop tallied some more here, but I’m not convinced.

The Zeros

Or the “nothings” Nope. Just too depressing.

The Ohs

Not bad. Positive spin on the zeros, with a touch of surprise and wonder, and perhaps a nod of the head to my old Denim Blues cast-mate Sandra Oh – but that was the eighties again…

The Terror Years

September 11 2001 cast a massive pall over the decade – as did the subsequent war-faring, drum-beating, and hysteria.

The O-amas

This one has a nice hopeful ring to it: we went from the evil of Osama to the fresh hope represented by (and hopefully fulfilled by) Obama. Time will tell on this one.

The Bloggies

Surely the emergence of social media and the democratization of the news cycle – for better and worse – is one of the defining themes. Or at least to the millions of us who blog about such things.

The Happies

Okay, this may just be for me again. But I have to say that this decade – whatever we call it – has been the happiest of my life. I started my branding business in 2000 and have had the privilege to help many dozens of companies, charities, and government organizations humanize their brands. I also got married to an amazing woman, bought a house, had three incredible kids (the diaper decade?), and started a little blog called Beg  to Differ.

It wasn’t all sunshine. I made some people angry, and didn’t always dot all my i’s or even deliver 100%.  But as I look back, I can’t help but feel great about the next decade – whatever we call that.

So as you take down the old posters from your wall, think carefully about what the next decade could become for you, your brand, and your tribe.

My four-word prescription for the next decade:

Keep making it better!

Happy New Year!

The big pageant

Beg to Differ reflects on  a little Christmas  miracle

Normally, more about we’re firm believers in the separation of church and business blog. But in this one season, we’re going to make an exception. On the weekend, Dennis Van Staalduinen was part of a real Christmas miracle – one that happens every year at his church. The miracle: the Christmas pageant happened again.

Ascension

A pageant? You call that a miracle?

Okay, it’s no Jimmy-Stewart-running-down-the-street-yes-Virginia-there-is-a-Santa-Claus kind of miracle. But if you can increase the size of your Grinchy heart a size or two for a few moments, it sure seems like a miracle to me, and I’ve learned a lot from seeing it happen every year.

And I may even convince you that there’s a business lesson or two in there for you.

Believe in the impossible

Sheep on a rope: a glimpse of the mayhem from the Saturday rehearsal.
Sheep on a rope: a glimpse of the mayhem from the Saturday rehearsal.

The miracle is that for the past ten years, it has always looked absolutely impossible. At the annual Saturday dress rehearsal the day before the pageant, kids are always forgetting their lines, a couple of key characters are always missing while other kids show up for the first time hoping for a part, and confused toddlers in sheep heads are wandering everywhere while their “shepherds” whack away at each other with their crooks and angels climb the walls.

General, hair-pulling, ulcer-inducing  mayhem.

But somehow, on Sunday morning, it all happens. The kids settle down. Everyone (mostly) remembers their lines, the donkey says “hee haw” at the right moments, and no angels kill each other – or themselves – to the tune of Hark the Herald Angels Sing. And every year, we all agree afterwards that this was the best pageant ever.

Is that even possible? Nope. Like I said: it’s a Christmas miracle.

Weirdness happens. Roll with it.

Every year I’m reminded how important it is to approach the pageant – and life – with a sense of perspective and a healthy sense of humour. That’s because the pageant is most successful when it isn’t perfect.

A pig in a Jewish stable? At our church, we'll figure it out...
A pig in a Jewish stable? Slightly unorthodox, but at our church, we'll figure it out...

One year, I asked the boy playing the donkey why he showed up in a Grim Reaper-type robe. He told me: ” I’m not a donkey; I’m a Ring-Wraith from Lord of the Rings!” So that year, Mary, Joseph, and the Ring-Wraith made their way to Bethlehem (and you can bet the Centurions and Innkeepers gave them a bit less grief when they arrived).

Another year, the baby Jesus doll wasn’t in the manger when Mary arrived, so the congregation was treated to the sight of a swaddled baby sliding 20 feet across the hardwood floor from the wings. Mary, to her credit, didn’t miss a beat. She picked up the doll and just kept going.

This year, a pre-schooler insisted on dressing in a pink Easter Bunny costume instead of being a sheep. We could have gotten uptight about its “appropriateness”. Instead we just let it happen. The little girl was delighted and the congregation had a good laugh.

At our church, we don’t sweat the small stuff. And we think that a certain swaddled infant would approve.

And the word becomes flesh

Every year, our pageant is a miniature incarnation. The ancient words of a powerful story get translated into my clumsy, corny script, which in turn becomes a framework for the kids as they walk through their paces. And lo, at the end of the process, all our fallible work becomes part of a beautiful, moving, community-energizing event that is a highlight of the year for the whole church.

Think about that for a moment brand communicators. I don’t say that what we do is equal to the Christmas narrative, so please hold off with the lightning bolts. But I do say that the same basic rules that run the universe – and more specifically the human heart – apply to us.

The words we create are meaningless unless they are “incarnated” into human emotions, actions, and commitments. And unless we can express our same old stories  in new ways, in terms that even a child can understand, they’ll just grow stale on the page… or the hard drive… or the blog.

So this is my question for myself:

When I go back to work in the New Year, will my words make human lives better? Will I change my small corner of the world to make it warmer, richer – more human? Will I be generous or selfish?

Can I combine my clumsy efforts together with those of my fellow humans to create something beautiful that will last – something that is greater than the sum of our frail actions?

Is that even possible?

Did I mention miracles?

Thanks for reading Beg to Differ this year. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Brand brief: sing along to the “Department of Finance Song”

How about a cheese-laden theme song to motivate your staff?

On the topic of Vision statements this week, check Beg to Differ has focused on how difficult it is to get your staff “singing from the same song-sheet” and motivate them to feel good about your brand. Particularly if your line of business is, visit well, view frankly pretty dull. Well how about an actual motivational theme song?

Department of Finance song

Introducing the Malaysian Department of Finance Song

I came across this song a few years back while I was doing branding work for one of Canada’s central government agencies – trying to find examples of how other not-very-exciting-to-outsiders government departments managed to generate some brand enthusiasm.

It is awesome. But not as a best practice. Or even as a song. Okay, not even as an idea. It’s hokey and over-synthesized, and I can’t imagine anyone ever learning to sing it. (Am I wrong? Any Malaysian government employees want to weigh in?

I think it’s awesome because somebody obviously thought this was a good idea and went to considerable trouble to commission and produce it. Which is cool. So many organizations just don’t even bother.

And you know what? When I played it again this morning, I hit “play” three times. And to my surprise, it made me feel downright…. motivated.

How about you?

Does this make you want to learn Malay so you can sing along?

TheDepartment of Finance Song

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Original lyrics in Malay Machine translation from this site.
AMANAH

KAMI BERKHIDMAT DEMI NEGARA
PENENTU PENGAWAL PENYELIA
KEMENTERIAN KEWANGAN MALAYSIA
MENJAMIN KESEJAHTERAAN BERSAMA

AGENSI UNGGUL BERTARAF DUNIA
MENJANA EKONOMI NEGARA
MENGUKUH DAYA SAING ANTARABANGSA
MENJADI CONTOH KEPADA SEMUA

DASAR KEWANGAN YANG CEMERLANG
MEMACU NEGARA GEMILANG
KITA WARGA KERJA YANG TERBILANG
KEKAYAAN NEGARA BERKEMBANG

KEKALKAN SEMANGAT YANG MURNI
DEMI KEGAGAHAN PERTIWI
IKHLAS, AMANAH BERINTEGRITI
TUHAN PASTI AKAN MERESTUI

TRUST

OUR SERVICE DEMI NEGARA
Determinants Controller SUPERVISOR
MINISTRY OF FINANCE MALAYSIA
ENSURING WELL-BEING WITH

WORLD CLASS AGENCY UNGGUL
Jono ECONOMY
Strengthening international competitiveness
AS EXAMPLE TO ALL

FINANCIAL POLICY OF EXCELLENT
Steer our nation GEMILANG
WE staff of distinction
Wealth developing countries

SPIRIT OF THE Keep MURNI
DEMI prowess PERTIWI
IKHLAS, integrity TRUST
Lord will bless

Treasury Malaysia – Department of Finance Song