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08/01/2004: "Mojo mosh networking"

Thanks, but I just got my crayons back. I'm happy now, thanks.

The better line from his essay; "Companies that squelch creativity can no longer compete with companies that champion creativity." has strong echos from Weinberger's Cluetrain chapter on the hyperlinked organization.

Business sounds different these days.

The words at meetings have an edge. The language used with customers is unfiltered. The e-mails are pithy, often piercing.

Where once bombastic self-confidence got you taken seriously, now being funny does.

Or did, before it all came crashing down.

Around 10pm, (just as I was starting the last load of laundry) I received a response to a post I made to one of the many mailing lists I'm on The entire response was, "Don't you ever sleep?". Something I've heard before, many, many times. I've never been much for the 9-5 lifestyle. I prefer to work as the muse directs, or otherwise bashes me over the head with a a cluestick. At Wayport, I oft retorted, "I can sleep when I'm dead." Some there seemed bothered that I might be working more than they did. Try to keep (it) up, man.

In fact, I got a lot done after my response to the interogotory on my sleeping habits, not all of it work-related. Call this "a night in the life".

1) I changed, walked down to the pool, and swam (alone and in the dark) for about 45 minutes. Watched the clouds blow out to sea, while floating on my back. After which,
2) I walked back to the condo, showered (its a salt-water pool), got dressed, and headed over to "Boardriders Bar and Grill" in Kailua.

Friday night's fare was Ooklah the Moc, a local roots/dub/reggae band. They were good listening, and frankly, the mere fact that I can wander 4 miles to hear live reggae is reason enough to live here. Last night was decidedly different. "Mister Meaner", a local punk band of some noteriety was playing. They were good (not quite loud enough). I downed 5 beers while checking the cleavage, then, courage and caution to the wind, entered the pit.

Its been 10 years since I was in a pit. Ten years since I toured with Lollapalooza '94, as part of the Electric Carnival. I was the Internet Roadie and ten years younger then. Last night I was wearing flip-flops and faced with the blunt reality that, at 42, I am old enough to have sired everyone else in the pit. The man said, "The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.", and I have quite a few to comb, thanks.

3) Gonzo. No excuses. I went in.

The pit is successful in ways that cultural diversity seminars, sensitivity training, The Rainbow Coalition, and Affirmative Action programs are not. In the pit, people of all races come together to interact physically and intellectually. In the pit, all men are equal.

4) After that, I went grocery shopping,
5) drove home,
6) fixed a sandwich,
7) watched Eastwood in "Fistfull of Dollars" in HDTV,
8) and went to bed.

Not that you care, but this is an exposition on my sleep habits, and I do sleep.

Woke this morning to an e-mail greeting from Todd at Geek News Central. Todd also lives on Oahu, and works mere miles from where we live. Its good to know there are other geeks on the island.

Aloha, y'all.