I was writing a post about the inspirational Richard Branson over on Daily Mantra and found his top 10 rules for success.
Those are pretty good. Althought I have a decad of a different sort.
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Last night was the latest installment of the LA Geek Dinner. Thanks to everyone who came out. What can I say? We rocked the house again. Canters was a great location. We started out with a couple tables and people kept arriving - even at 10pm - so we kept adding tables.
The vloggers successfully assimilated themselves. I was delighted that so many showed up - especially the two super cute brothers I have nicknamed the del Rey brothers. Their real names are Rick and Eric, but I was calling them Marina and Playa! Anyway, I've adopted them as my little brothers because they are just SO CUTE!
It was really great to see so many people come out. I'm always torn from one conversation to another. There are so many interesting people and many good discussions. If you attended I hope you got a chance to meet some interesting people, and if you didn't, well then shame on you - ask me to introduce you next time.
My favorite time was the one second I had to look around and see everyone talking and connecting. That's what this is all about. It's not just a social hour, it's not just dinner - you definitely get out of it, what you put into it. We'll be back at Cantors.
I can't even begin to talk about my interview with Ronnie, from RSSnew.tv. He made me feel things I never suspected I had in me. We'll just have to wait for the video. ;)
We'll do it all again next month. And Barcamp is coming up in a month or so. Details are coming soon. If you want more info about the geek dinner or barcamp (anyone is free to attend), then head over to the wiki.
And if you have any comments or criticism, send them my way or post them to the wiki.
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The other night we fed the snakes. They hadn't eaten for a while because of various travels. So we picked up a couple of fat rats and put them in their feeding cages. Usually we leave them alone to strike and swallow, but for some reason I layed out flat on the Persian rug and watched them.
They eat in separate cages, so I watched Vicki. She had a beautiful all white rat. It's dead before she gets it, so it was just laying there with it's little paw-fingers stretched out. I feel bad about killing the rats for the snakes to eat. Because that seems like a cruel life. But then I remind myself that I consume live items (I consider lettuce alive) and that is part of the predatory universe. Unlike myself, the snakes only have to eat every couple weeks, whereas I eat every day.
I'm laying on my stomach, holding my breath. Vicki is holding the rat in her jaws in a silent meditation. She doesn't move for at least five minutes. I stand vigil with her, my head resting on my hands. Then she repositions opens her jaw. I see her slowly edge the rat's face into her mouth. It takes her many minutes to extend her jaws and slowly swallow the rat whole. At one pause, I see the two little paws (that I earlier saw running around in the cage) sticking out along the side of the jaw. I wish I could reach in and pet them. Comfort them. But I am a voyeur. I am watching an intimate experience. Like watching someone masturbate.
Watching Vicki eat feels more intimate than that. I sense the vulnerability. And still the power. It's this that hooks me. I don't get off on the death. I work hard not to be sad or have pity. Because this is life. Life is predatory. To continue to live, something else dies. Energy is transformed and consumed and re-purposed. To continue to exist you must take in energy, and we humans do that by eating. The energy is transformed from that of a rat with fur into a smooth snake.
I like watching Vicki eat because it's an uncomfortable reminder that each day I transform energy and only I am responsible for what comes of that energy. And when something dies for my energy - that gives me the responsibility to make my life as beneficial to the universe. Because otherwise, those things have died in vain. And maybe it is my energy that should be transformed instead.
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Dear Gigsville,
There are few places I feel at home - and with few people. You see, I have this exterior where I appear to be extremely extroverted. I'm really an introvert, I just practice being different. So this morning, straight off the geek dinner high, I open my list email and find Kmo's photos. Then I read beth's email about Decom plans and I remembered Wa's wrestling idea (I dare not type it here, lest we actually execute it). And I am delighted that I am your friend. Gigsville you are so in align with my thoughts, feelings, desires, experiences and attitude that I can not help but be completely and utterly obliterated, I mean, assimilated, I mean, never mind. My next three weeks are yours gigsville. There's not much I wouldn't do for you.
Just saying...
-Heather
ps. I'll bring the magnesium brick.
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They took away all the crap I hated and gave me what I wanted... Wow. Thanks SixApart. (Those big black splotches are me keeping my other blogs secret... ;)
-Heather
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Time again for the monthly LA Geek's Eat. Last month we had a rocking turnout and it looks to be just as rockalicious this month. Details are
RSVP to the wiki here. I'll have an update on the next barcamp...
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A war interest has always surrounded me from my family. We're not a military family by any means, but someone from every generation has been in the Air Force. I even entertained the idea of enlisting after I graduated college, but decided on the civilian life. For one, I'm not one to take orders from anyone. I'd rather be the renegade Col. Kurtz utilizing my own unsound means (because, well, I like to do things a different way).
But Grandfather was in the HellHawks and I do think that is pretty cool. I have an old black and white picture of him looking young and dapper, wearing a flight jacket, smoking a cigarette, leaning against his plane. There's a reunion of the guys this week and Dad sent me this photo.
I think it's pretty cool and only re-whets my desire to get on the goal of learning to fly.
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I'm completely and utterly addicted to a couple mashups right now:
Most of these are snagged from gybo, but I downloaded the Work it Woman a long time ago and just found it on my hard drive... I'm too lazy to find the links to these, but you ask nicely I might send you a mashed CD.
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It sounded like a good idea when I work up this morning, but upon execution, it's nothing special. Maybe it's because the chocolate milk (Horizon Organic Low Fat) is not all the chocolaty. I tried making a cappuccino with it a few days ago and it was equally disappointing.
Maybe I'll have to return to making morning coffee-chocolate.
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I can not take credit for this piece of video. Note the chanting "Holy Fucking Shit".
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This question came up on a discussion on a mailing list I am a participant of. Since I am helping coordinate the next LA Barcamp (sometime the end of October) I came up with this response:
Barcamp is the sum of the participants.
The basic infrastructure is taken care of by the organizers (the space, date, internet, rooms, getting the word out, etc) and anyone is invited to come. If you come, it is requested that you present/share some information.
You're an expert on something right? Put something together to share that knowledge. You don't even necessarily have to know what that is. And you don't have to do a session by yourself.
Last year there was a (what I thought) great session on GTD - David Allen's Getting Things Done style of organizing, that had 4 presentation participants. 2 of them met at the conference.
I personally like the geekiness or internet/software/techieness of the barcamp (and I've tried to keep that in the LA Geek Dinners). It's more than just a socialization hour. (Or at least, I would hope so.) It's meeting self-selected like minded people, sharing your expert knowledge (whether it be marketing, programming, organization or whatever).
BarCamp is the do-ocracy/burning man of conferences. Bring the best of yourself and an open mind. And then let the magic happen.
You will get out, what you put in.
David Markland also put together a video based on interviews from the last LA Barcamp to answer this exact question. I think he does a good job.
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I'm looking for a few good authors to join me at daily mantra. If you are currently a blogger and interested in metaphysical topics, I'm especially looking for someone to cover love, dating and relationships, drop me a note telling me
There is a small amount of pay involved. No, you don't have to be in La La Land to do this.
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Typepad used to be very user friendly and have great UI. I signed up more than 2 years ago only planning to use their free 30 day plan. But is was so easy to use that I've been a paying customer for more than 2 years.
This year has been the explosion of the blog. Everyone and anyone has one. And SixApart has exploded their offerings to take advantage of the market. Part of this explosion has been packing as much crap as possible on the home page - my personal home page. It's gotten to the point I'm almost ready to leave because I have to look at the same crap multiple times a day and can't configure the page to put the information that is most important to me close to the top.
Take this screenshot, which is what I see everytime I log into to post a blog or check stats (which appear to be down more than they are up - grr).
So SixApart, will you do something about this big waste of pixel space? If I want to listen to Seth Godin I would have done that already. If I gave a shit about Skype I would already be using it.
And on another note - wtf with the overwhelming plug in options. What happened to "Don't Make Me Think", clear and clean UI and ease of use? That was the whole point I stuck with you in the first place, and now you're filling up my plate with all this crap I don't care about.
Give me back my clean simple UI - or I will go use someone else.
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I'm back on DJ duty tonight playing a 3 hour set of mashups on Theory Radio. The show starts at 8pm pacific time and runs until 11. I've got some mashes and mixes from DJ John (he did Takes 2 to Kiss and Devil 666 mashes) along with choice tidbits from past Bootie CDs.
And I will be playing Hollaback Thriller Girl, in preparation for my upcoming show October 7th at BootieLA.
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This morning the boyfriend and I got into a rousing discussion on gaining knowledge and reason before tossing off the covers. My attitude is one that you can gain knowledge without the use of reason. He argued that you can't gain knowledge with out reason. We went round and round creating examples for our metaphors only to come to the realization that we have different definitions of knowledge. His is more specific than mine. My definition of knowledge is any item - a data point without a judgment of false or true along a path of discovery.
I went on to say that you can gain knowledge through observation, which doesn't include reason at all. Of course you can apply reason to your observation and gain different information, but that doesn't preclude you gaining knowledge without the use of reason.
Anyway, he went off to work and I started my day checking my email. In which I came across the following horoscope courtesy of Rob Breszny.
Last May, workers cleaning up garbage on Britain's highest mountain made a startling find. There at the top of Mt. Ben Nevis was a piano. How did it get there? Three years earlier, hikers in Indiana's Yellowwood State Forest stumbled upon an equally inexplicable anomaly: a massive boulder lodged in the topmost branches of an 80-foot-tall chestnut tree. These are your metaphors of the week, Aquarius. I bet that you too will find seemingly out-of-place things in high places. Don't dismiss them with a flick of your rational mind. Give them a chance to change your thinking about the nature of reality.
Which reminds me of an item on my todo list: Build a solar powered hot tub on top of a remote mountain range in the Mojave.
To do this, I have to not only build it from scratch with no infrastructure, but truck in all the materials, including the water. Because, there are no springs on top of this range. And to add to the difficulty - it's a day hike to the summit.
But before I get started on that, perhaps I'll start looking up.
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It happened again last night. Someone I had just met made a remark about me and Xeni Jardin. It's a comment I get a fair amount.
I suppose I should be flattered by this remark but it irks the hell out of me.
Why?
Because my whole life has been spent figuring out what and execute on being who I want to be - the best heathervescent possibility. I have no heros nor idols save pippi longstocking. Take note of this quote:
Look for your own. Do not do what someone else could do as well as you. Do not say, do not write what someone else could say, could write as well as you. Care for nothing in yourself but what you feel exists nowhere else. And, out of yourself create, impatiently or patiently, the most irreplaceable of beings.
– André Gide
Which would mean if I am focusing on being the realization of my human potential that I'd be different from everyone else, because we're all unique beings.
I also like to take the contrarian view - meaning I like to look at what people are NOT looking at. Because, as the Chink puts it in Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, those things exist or need to exist. See this post of 2 years ago:
I'm not different because I want to stand out. I'm not different because I want attention or to be noticed. I'm just like everyone else. I'm a human. I breathe air. I live. I do things differently because their are many things that need to be expressed. There are plenty of people expressing popular and "mainstream" things. The expression capacity of those experiences is fairly full, and more people will do those popular and mainstream things because they are accessible and often appropriated as an acceptable thing to do/express.
I do things differently because I see activities and perceptions and experiences that have a need to be expressed, experienced. And I see few people expressing/experiences these items.
So I do things like my mashup radio show and coordinating the LA geek dinners because they need to happen. They're my work orders from the universe.
No body wants to be compared to anyone else. We're not cookie cutter personalities - especially those who cultivate who they are. And maybe that is why I get compared to Xeni Jardin. Maybe it's because she's got this known media persona. And since there are so many supposed superficial similarities, it's easy for people to categorize me in the same bucket. Because in reality we are both probably pretty uncategorized.
That's fine. I wish her well in expressing her most unique Xeni. In the meantime, I'll continue on my trajectory. Maybe our contrails will cross at some point. But I'm certainly not changing courses to intercept or avoid hers.
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This weekend I am moving most of my stuff out of the future - my house over in Mt Washington. I haven't really lived there since January due to events in both my and others lives. I've take most of the burden of maintaining the house absently and it definitely took a toll on me. That mixed with a difficult situation with my partner has made the future a serious hassle.
When I started dating the boyfriend, one of the first things he said to me was something about "putting the future behind us" and quipping he would steal me from the future. I laughed with that, thinking how nice that would be, but how unlikely it was. I was strongly entrenched in the future and loved my life and house there.
But all that changed. The last positive conversation I had with my roommate was on her birthday - the day I was to "temporarily" move out, which in retrospect I realize was the beginning of the end of the future inhabitation. Catastrophic events winded me in and out of the future like a bad time machine. I was a kite whipped and battered around in a tornado. I was getting whiplash, what was I to do? I cut the string and blended with the tornado - eventually landing in Neverneverland far away from the future.
For a time, I would still travel back to the future. Like the travelers in Primer, the journey was difficult both physically and mentally. I'd return and remember all the good times, the fun and the things I loved. And then something would reach out and nip me. Harsh words, falling sheet rock, different objectives, lives and possibilities. It reminded me this was not my home. The future of my past was not the future of my present.
Which leads to the current situation. Roommate has totally moved out, and the future is for rent. Although I've disengaged from the day to day reality, the future is not the past. But where the future merges with the present is still unknown.
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What I did NOT do:
So, what did I do?
This was probably the soberest BM experience I've ever had. I was not really in the balls out partying mode and I was totally fine with that. I saw some friends. I trekked out to the trash fence once. I rode on some artcars. I hung out by the car-b-que.
There was some trepidation going to Burning Man with the boyfriend. It's known to be hard on relationships. If we were going to go, I wanted us to go together. For the most part, it turned out great. He's more inclined to walk everywhere and the playa is a big place. I like to go out into the deep playa, but I usually bring a bike. Because we flew this year, there was no bike. I was all about hopping one of the many artcars in camp (except I felt a little guilty b/c I really didn't help out on any of the big projects this year since I wasn't planning on going). So it was hard to compromise, especially since I had new boots that weren't really broken in. We worked it out though.
Burn night was fantastic, but I think the waffle burn was the most spectacular large scale fire I have experienced. The flames were wild, the wind whipped themselves into fire tornadoes over and over. I was glad we made the last minute decision to go. Next year, though, if I go, I have big plans.
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Here's an interesting article from CNN on burners and the Burning Man culture. Yes, I admit, I much prefer to do business with other burners - even if I have never met them. It takes a certain type of person to go to the playa and yes, they get extra credit in my book. Not only are they most likely self-sufficient, they are generally more creative and willing to think between the lines. Oh yeah, and they probably like fire and blowing shit up.
I'd much rather hire and work for/with people who can do crazy risky things responsibly. It's what I call, managing risk strategically. It's not like you're not willing to take risks, it's just that you plan your risks and manage them for the least risk impact.
On a similar note, I met the Dance Dance Immolation people. I LOVE them. Last year, they were one of my most favorite installations. Any exhibit where you can suit up in a fireproof suit and get flames blasted at you and dance to Duran Duran's remix gets extra gold stars.
... still de playaing.
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I'm scared about my upcoming performance. At least it is not only myself. I have a great Gwen on board with me. It will be fabulous and mind-blowing and a lot of fun. But still. I'll probably have stage fright. But with a name like Gwenchael Jackfani and the Hollaback Zombies, how can I NOT have fun. Yes, the fruit of my creative brain is unleashed on a club in LA. Soon. Very Soon.
Special tip. If you want my undying love, please come dressed in a Banana suit! Really. I mean it.
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I'm here for the next 5 days. Send all postcards and packages to me here.
Heathervescent
Gigsville
Lahontan Corps, off the Uberman and Van-B-Que Circle
4:00 and Destiny
c/o BRCPO
Burning Man
Gerlach, NV 89412
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I'm finishing up my last deliverables before I start packing for the playa. Some friends who are staying in town have sent along some links that are getting me excited!
Wired is doing a burning man blog. (I personally can't imagine wanting to blog from Burning Man - there is just too much to see and experience)
Then there is supposedly live video coverage on Current TV.
I'm planning to arrive on the playa tomorrow night. In fact this time 24 hours from now the wind will be blowing in my hair as I leave Reno on 80. I can't wait to say "hi" to the Van-B-Que!
But for the next hour my fingers must fly tipatapping on my keyboard composing order from the chaos of opinion and creating more order as I pack my essential playa items.
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I have always loved Fractals. Last night, the boyfriend and I were talking about them. Today, I found this site of beautiful fractal art. Apparently each year there is a fractal art contest. These are this year's winners.
The one below is gorgeous. But I also have to love the one called Fractal Effervescence.
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It must be breakup season, because one of my old posts about good-bye letters is getting all the hits these days. It appears that most people are looking for some inspiration about what to write when you're saying goodbye.
So maybe I can give some tidbits about "How to write a good Good-bye letter."
1. Be Honest
2. Don't explain
3. Be eloquent
4. Frame the relationship
People change. Situations change. The reasons for the relationship change. Maybe you went into it for one reason and you're coming out of it for another. It's all ok. It's all the turning of the wheel. But put it into perspective. Everything feels like the end of the world at some point. It's not. And even when it IS the end of the world, it's not what you might expect.
Anyway, I'll offer my services. If you need a goodbye letter written, drop me a note with some basic info (your name, break-up name, why breaking up, etc) and I'll compose it for you and post it on the blog. You can do what you want with it.
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"It's going to be a kick-ass Wednesday!"
The sun is shining bright and there are many exciting things happening today. People to meet. Plans to communicate. Here in Boston, enjoying the other coast. I'll roll up the red carpet, like Mievelle razes the tracks. Only to lay them down in front of our feet for tomorrow. Zoom, zoom baby! We're flying!
Wheeeeee!
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I've loved this since I was a child. It's really how I see the world. More fun here.
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is not about my house, my job, my work, my client, my boyfriend, my health or my family. It's about a 3 minute choregraphy happening october 7st. and the costumes. and if I have the guts enough to do it. (yes, I do).
I don't know what is happening to me. I am feeling extremly introverted and shy.
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"What's
crazy is living our lives like we already know what the hell is going on, and
nobody can tell us differently. What's crazy is being so indifferent to the
mystery of the world around us that we never even bother to explore it. "
- S
Well said!
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It was a total last minute decision. I had planned to take this year off. There are many many things going on in the life that need my attention. But the playa is pulling the heathervescent to the blank slate. So I put the word out. If I get a couple tickets my way, I'll go. I followed up on a couple ticket opportunities, with no luck. Then out of the blue I got a call. Two ticket in Brentwood. I snapped them up, booked the flights and reserved the minivan. It's going to be a short short trip, but I'll be there. With my toolbelt and lazer gun a flashing.
And I'm totally excited. The theme is The Future, Hope and Fear. It's oh so apt on so many levels. Now, what does the playa have in store for me this year. And what do I have in store for the playa?
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My friend Carmen is off having adventures in Manila this month - writing some scripts and mobile content shorts. The two of us have been creatively training together all year and it's been paying off. For both of us. It's great to read of her successes and I am so proud of her. It is exciting to imagine her emotion when she saw the screening of the movie she co-wrote. That was two days ago.
She's just one of my many inspiring friends. And she can inspire you too! Just read her blog.
In some ways I wish I could join her in Manila on her exciting adventures... but were I there, I would have missed the amazing geek dinner that happened in Santa Monica last night. I'm still reeling from evening (and I only had 1 beer) and processing and getting caught up and dumping the booster rockets. I'm headed straight for that planet over there, but instead of getting sucked into the atmosphere and pulled down in a fiery ball of flame, I'll skirt the edge and slingshot around warping the gravitational field around the ship to spin me around and shoot me in the direction I've been planning for some time.
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Tonight is the LA Geek Dinner. I've got such mixed feelings about calling it "geek". Coming from the Bay Area almost everyone has some level of geekiness. But here in LA geeks are different. For one, I don't consider myself extremely technical - it's because I don't have a CS degree and don't code AJAX, client or server software. But I do know enough to call bullshit on clueless developers and enough to expect that even the best developer can explain whatever technological thing he's the master of and I'll get it.
But here's a funny story. I was at a Halloween party a few years ago when I first moved here and someone of course asked me what I did. The conversation went like this.
Guy: So what do you do?
Me: I'm a tech geek. (I wanted to be vague.)
Him: Me too!
Me: Really. Cool. What kind of tech?
Him: Sound recording!
Me: (face fallen) Oh really.
So much for my definition of tech geek, which I define as: Software, Internet and Web Application development. Any part of the development process. If you design UI, discuss HCI, write code, test or know why each part is important to the whole then as far as I'm concerned you're a geek. Hell - if you just love software, the Internet and web application you're a geek on some level.
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And then, Tomorrow night, I'm doing my mash-up show on Theory Radio. 8-11pm pacific time. I could make this into a bigger thing than I'm doing - but I really just enjoy mash-ups, you know, bastardized, mixed up music, and I love playing it on the radio. I like to play stuff that wouldn't necessarily be played on the "radio". And then I also play stuff I like.
Tune in sometime.
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The three weeks are up as of today. The three weeks of what you might ask? The three weeks apart. Between my week+ business trip and his 2 weeks of duty, we haven't seen each other in 3 weeks! It's the longest we've gone apart.
My first week away was like any business trip - because - it was a standard trip. Well, more than standard, it was like 3 trips crammed into one, but I was doing my hotel & travel thing. Which I still like to do. But when I got home, it was to an empty house. Just me and the snakes. That was a little strange. My living situation is all mixed up in my mind - or it was. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I moved out of my house. (Gee - same thing that happened in Berkeley.) And I half-way thought about moving back in.
I thought it would be fun to be back in the house. Maybe try to have the previous kind of experience when I Gloria and I lived together last year. We really had such a good time, talking and sharing ideas and living together. Well, this year has been the 180 experience for both of us. Neither of us have spent much time in the future, for our own reasons.
But, I just never ended up going back over there. And I was fine with that.
So now is the challenge to resolve the future - while living in the present. Which reminds me of a quote I was thinking about at Blogher - in the future, everyone will live in the present. I know most people won't find this as amusing as I will - but I can't help it. The Future holds so many puns for me.
Anyway, in a few short hours, the boyfriend will be home. I'm excited and can't wait for him to be back... but I'm not dying without him in my life. I missed him a lot, but I've also gotten back into the habit of living alone.
I've had a lot of time to read books and remember what it was like when I first moved to LA before I had physical friends in the city. And what it was like to go out and experience the world. And also, to do exactly what I wanted, when I wanted.
Anyway, I'm happy he's coming back. And I'm happy to live with someone. And most of all, I'm pretty happy with everything in my life.
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Sometimes I just look around at my friends and am amazed. They kick ass. They do the most amazing things. They live the most amazing places. The make amazing art. They are amazingly inspirational. They are intellectual. They are amazingly supportive. They blow my mind and a fair amount of explosives.
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And it deserves it's own post, but I'll just say it here and now for the universe to see - LA is the new technology center. Sorry Bay Area, keep up the technology development, but for it to truly jump into the human paradigm, transformed and fused to the core culture it has to come from here. I hate to say it, because I hate that it is true - but LA is where Earth culture comes from. That's why it is so important for anyone who opposes this thought - come down here and make it so.
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I've got a million different tracks going in a million different direction and I flit from one million to the other in a millionth of a second. As the loose ends get roped into the whole, the whole mass accelerates and draws more mass and accelerates faster. The fast flows merge and bubble over the rocks gathering rapid speed.
It's not a rocket, nor a comet, not even a beam of light. It's the edge of an idea piercing the edge, but before it breaks through, it navigates the crowd.
It's multi-tasking. The flipping from one tab in my GTD notebook to another. One second it's the phone, the next it's the email, and next the errands section. Then I'm doing things that aren't even in my book and I have no second to even mark them as done.
I have the starting to feel guilty stack of business cards on my desk not only from Blogher but from other meetings last week. Possibilities and people I've connected with. I have three notebooks of valuable thoughts, inspirations, aspirations that need to be translated. I have phone calls full of new tasks and plans and coordinations. And I'm sitting at my desk of glass, in my room of green filled with sunlight and activity.
A break from one work activity is execution on another project. A breath of fresh air is an errand complete. A casual surf on flickr is an inspiration.
Even the big irritation can not stick at this speed. I keep my mind open, like in the taxi. I don't let another person's problem stop me. They are the other's problem. An other I no longer know. I don't care. I deflect the barrage of words and hold up the mirror. And focus my mind on staying in the flow, and executing, and flying high and leaving the dogs to dry land.
Up here in rocket land, I'm moving so fast, I'm no longer moving. And I can see for miles.
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I've been silent on the topic of burning man this year. I've had mixed feelings about going all year - since tickets went on sale - and I didn't buy one. There are many reasons I should go. I'll be camping with my uberfavorite camp - Gigsville - which I feel completely at home in. I coordinated the cowbell project, which will put the playa aclang of custom gigsville cowbells. Not to mention the personalized patches of beating a dead horse on fire (our favorite thing to do on the list).
In addition to Ubie, the uberman who stands as tall as the man, there's the trebuche being brought up by some friends at Umlaut Haus. Doc's Cheshire Cat will be out there, along with a new one. And there are some new art cars debuting in Gigsville this year. Plus I've lost track of the myriad of weddings happening out on the playa this year. How can I not go?
Well, for some reason, I'm just not feeling it. I want to see my friends, hang out with them, explore the playa, ride around in the art cars, hang out in camp, karaoke on the uberman and hand out hot pizzas from the Van-B-Que (and stoke it up real high). But, the magic sparkle in my eye for Burning Man is just not there this year.
So I'm going to take a breather. I know what will be happening miles away in a Nevada Desert in a couple weeks, but I'll be here in LA - or better yet, I'll be driving the Mojave Road.
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I've finally ended up on youtube.
I don't know if I should be proud or embarrassed by this demo I gave that's now up on YouTube. I'm demoing what is now known as AJAX or Web 2.0 to a bunch of AOL designers at the design summit (I think) back in 2000. At that time, the web 2.0 paradigms that we're used to - web pop-ups, mouse overs, etc, didn't exist. Pop-ups were irritating ads. The whole idea of having your design separate from the code was novel.
Anyway, it's kind of cool, and nostalgic to see the old app I demoed our stuff (the calendar along with several other apps) to over 30 groups in AOL to audiences of more than 200 people. And I all got was a couple lousy patents! :( (Not even on this tech.)
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I wonder if Weetzie and Pippi ever met? I swear I was honest in my answers. And anyone who knows me knows I have more than a slight sense of responsibility. In fact, it probably wouldn't hurt for me to loose some of that sense of responsibility. But then that wouldn't be too responsible. :)
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