Sometimes, either my phone or ‘Hi’ breaks and improvising becomes necessary in order to post/save sketch. For some reason, couldn’t upload appropriate photo here, and it wouldn’t work photo-less. Thus, dear reader, you get to see a random old photo of a goat that once followed me through the Olympic Mountains in Washington.
In reality, I just came down off a rooftop in Brooklyn.
Rode a large ceramic whale, slid down it’s back.
Ate fish tacos outside in the rain next to a fountain in a Spanish-style courtyard in a sports bar on Driggs Ave.
Salsa dancing for the security camera in a park next to historic ruins at midnight.
Rooftop, flask of rum. Skyline, dim stars, and lengthy insightful conversation. Life paths, histories and dreams explored….
Suddenly, I can concisely articulate why I feel I finally found my calling in tech startups: I’ve always wanted to change the world, incite action, expand minds, change people. As a musician and artist, I found I was only preaching to the choir.
Finally, I’m not preaching to the choir; I can spark new flames, reach the wise but complacent, move the comfortable! I recently attended some uber-geeky conferences - schedules full of “Ubuntu” and “MySql” talks - and I ran sessions on activism and technology. As a child, I protected geeks from bullies and wrote anti-war poetry. In the middle, I organized arts festivals and performed social political songs. Now, founder of a tech startup?
Suddenly, my path is not all a disjointed mess, a life of fleeting fancies but connected thread of incredibly logical progressions that led me here…..
To this rooftop. In Brooklyn.
With a man I met a month ago at a ‘tech’ conference in Palm Springs who will be similarly crashing on MY couch in Portland next week when he comes out for another conference.
“Rooftop epiphanies! A full-circle connected Universe!” I proclaim. Grounding myself: “Hey, what time is it?” “1:11 am… on Friday the 13th” he utters, a bit in awe. No really. We have a screenshot I’d love to upload here, but can’t. 1:11am on Friday the 13th, rooftop epiphanies with new friends for random places.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."