Archive for June, 2009

Chi Town, Part 1

Friday, June 26th, 2009

The New Economy

It’s interesting that even though I hadn’t caught up reading all of the 20SB Meetup Attendees’ blogs before I got here, I knew from previous various networking events that bloggers are the type of people to never let me down.  That is, in getting some well anticipated pizza, being surprised at how much people knew about each other without having actually yet met in person, being fully mindful of recent news (here, here, here, and of course here), and the whole-drinking-while-doing-everything aspect; it’s weird to feel like you “belong” in a place you’ve never stepped foot; and instantaneously, no less. You’d think that one would have to work really hard to make these kinds of connections.  Maybe the work is being done for us now.

We live in the future, after all.

Proof of this is in the fact that in the early evening last night I basically wandered alone around downtown Chicago last night, really goddam fairly drunk the entire time, reassured that when the sun was good and gone that I’d have new friends by the time I passed out needed to get to bed. And I was totally right.  These people whose phone numbers I did not have, whom I had never met in person, whose voices I could not discern (except maybe that of Courtney‘s), welcomed me with open arms.

But how does that factor into my sub-headline?

During my last cigarette of last night, dshan and I talked about what you’d expect from people who are really into blogging: social media.  Twitter notified us all that Michael Jackson / Ed McMahon / Farrah Fawcett had passed on from this mortal coil before any of us saw any headlines on the television. Facebook status comments make it feel like you’re never too far away from friends’ and acquaintances’ clever quips.  But what’s interesting about all of this is it has led to a reputation based economy, whereby proper citations and attributions are really what count in this realm, and simple participation is how you get involved in the game.  (But how to translate that to actual currency?  That’s probably the next purple cow.  I am probably not the best source for figuring that out.)

But it occurs to me today, in brief retrospect and while putting away some web work I planned on doing during this trip, that the reputation-based economy is also as D put it last night: it’s based on trust. Which actually is directly proportional to how real-world finances work (and he should know).

So that means that linking to, replying or RT @, playing in the forums with, commenting on, and subscribing to another person’s net identity; this is how our generation generates trust.

We do live in the future.  And in this future, we are apparently participating in a currency exchange where character counts for a lot.

And what can you gain from participating in this economy?

Well, the opportunity to network with some really genuinely good people is a nice start, isn’t it?

Get Me Out Of This City.

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

No, I’m not lamenting Los Angeles as much as I am lamenting life in L.A.  L.A. is a fine city by all means, in contrast with what a lot of people, heretofore known as “haters”, might think about it.  That’s fine, you can hate L.A., because we know that that dislike is founded on weak stereotypes and inexperience.

That’s a rant for another time…

But I still need to leave LA.  Not just because I would love to see Chicago, or because I am stoked to hit up NYC again, but because life has been getting stagnant.  No new music to report.  Dearth of blog posts.  No new exciting freelance projects.  Work is a regular-kind-of-busy for agency life.

Maybe my desire to leave the city is melodramatic.

I think what has been really getting me down is that I’m really fucking itchy.
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Blurry Year

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

Catching up in my reader I find that a couple of other people I read also had a birthday weekend.  Happy b-(lated-a)day, Nicole and Rini CS!

Popular ways to post about a birthday are to re-cap life lessons or events that I’m probably going to want to remember in years to come.

Ok, fine, a list. What did this Gemini do at age 25?

  • Fell in love with New York City (okay, Brooklyn)
  • Survived layoffs.  Twice.  I am one lucky (or skilled?) sonofabitch
  • Moved agencies, and subsequently, figured out a career
  • Finally created an exit plan to stop working at the bar
  • Went to a friend’s wedding dressed as Eeyore and immediately following, had my sobriety beaten to a pulp by that which is the city of Las Vegas
  • Became, yet again, a musician in a local band; got that band to realize we are some of the best friends we’ll ever have
  • Learned not to dance like no one is watching, but to dance like people are watching, and to not give a rat’s ass what they think; because if they are too busy judging me then, clearly, I am already having more fun than they are
  • Became acutely attuned to recognizing that there are some ladies to whom I may sometimes be attracted who are really bad ideas to date; learned to take action accordingly
  • Lived, honest-to-God, with an ex-porn star (OMAGAD I haven’t told that story yet!  I will in the next post)
  • Networked, networked, networked

I’d say that’s pretty eventful.

Here’s to 26.

And here goes nothing.

Hello, Change of Pace

Friday, June 12th, 2009

It’s Friday and all I can think about is Sunday. Ordinarily, I should be thinking about Friday night and Saturday.

But Sunday is rehearsal day, and I’m bringing something new to rehearsal.

My Dad bought a guitar he never plays, so he’s letting me use it provided I swap it with the guitar I’ve been using for the past 5 years.

I’ve been playing one of these:

telecaster

I have loved the Telecaster to death.  I named it Pandora when I first got it because I snagged it right before my college band was actually getting a lot of attention thanks to the legwork of our lead singer’s work in the local music biz.  He pounded the pavement and got us at least 3 shows a month.  He booked us a tour.  He was a generally good leader.  (He’s in this fucking magnificent band now).

And just like any musician who believes their musical instruments possess a kind of “soul”, this guitar definitely influenced my playing style.  I won’t try to describe it because even though I’m a blogger, that’s a little too self-indulgent.  Not like I think I’m hot shit, it’s just that every musician can kind of describe what they’re doing pretty easily.

BUT NOW I’ve swapped it with the guitar my Dad barely touched.  It’s one of these:

gibsonsg
Yes, that is a Gibson SG ’61 re-issue. And yes, it will get a name, but it needs to see the stage before that happens.

And yes, I am ready to bring the fucking rock, motherfuckers.

Though I usually don’t end posts this way because well wishes are Angelaboration‘s gig, I really feel like I should wish this really, really good feeling upon anyone reading this:

May you wake the fucking dead by rocking the goddam daylight out of whatever you can burn in your blast radius.

Report back to me after the weekend.

\m/

Two Point Eight

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

Quick note to my fellow WordPress users, if you’re self-hosting you should DEFINITELY upgrade to 2.8 today.

Heh.

Monday, June 8th, 2009

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:P

Lifted

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

Muse: Go to bed, Nico! You’ve got rehearsal tomorrow!

Nico: But I had such a good day! I have to tell people about it.

Muse: At 3 in the morning?

Nico: I just got off work at the bar.  I always get back at 3 AM on Saturday nights.

Muse: Aren’t you tired?

Nico: No, I took a nap earlier.

Muse: But you’re on your feet all night when you work at the bar.

Nico: I didn’t notice, really.

Muse: Was it a good show?

Nico: Yeah, the music was good. But that’s what made it a good day.

Muse: So what made it a good day?

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Daunting

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

There’s a lot of resources you can use to find hotels in NYC.  I’m not going to link to which one I think is the best because if I could do that, this situation would already have been settled.

I was just curious about where and how many hotels are near my company’s Manhattan office, which is where I’m going to be spending some time in come late June.

Google gave me this:

Hotels in Manhattan

Shit.

Get Through Monday (#606) – ext. vers.

Monday, June 1st, 2009

Due Time

Sometimes,
hard work seems like
an ongoing uphill battle
with no end in sight.

And every once in a while,
a lot of it pays off all at once.

And those moments are fucking magnificent.

-nicopolitan

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