Steve Ball Diary
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Monday November 20
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NOTE: My DSL is now working again!! For the past week, only part of my diary has been available here. I could FTP about 10-12K before my system hangs completely. Also, I could not send mail from home. During this week, I spent many hours working with my ISP for this site and with my DLS provider to discover that the hardware in this building (a new building) is completely hosed. Welcome to the world of technology. I would not hold my breath for IP based distribution of media (a la BootlegTV's original mission) to become widespread, possible, or user-friendly. Now, back to our regularly scheduled diary.
* * * An excellent morning with a great beginning. It does not get any better than this. Woke up refreshed. Breakfast meeting at Uptown with SteveE, going over latest story boards. Again, blown away by SteveE's raw talent and enthusiasm. It's contagious. And he is delivering immense value in the work he is doing. * * * An illness at work today put off a necessary conversation and transaction. Need to move swiftly on a difficult transition. * * * More good progress during the day, followed by a delightful 7pm musically inspiring meeting. Then, a few phone calls, including one with Tobin who seems to be doing well down south. Then, late dinner with a close friend. Looking forward to Thursday. Much to be thankful for this year.
Hmm... reminds me of my weekend conversations with TravisM and TravisH. Speaking of musicians not getting their work recognized, there was a nice little blurb about Electrochakra in Sunday's Seattle Times in an (overall lame-o) article about the come back of "jam bands" in Seattle. * * * Another day of major product headway in the office. Lighting some fires under some buttocks today. * * * An excellent, home-cooked dinner with friends this evening. Had to make a difficult choice just before dinner - a no win situation. The result: dinner and conversation was excellent. But I also lost an opportunity in the process. Much of my energy is spend measuring and weighing trade-offs. I sometimes feel cursed with a paralyzing ability to simultaneously see and feel many sides of a problem or situation. Given a choice, in whose interest should I act? * * * Think too much? Perhaps.
An amazing book. * * * Left work this afternoon feeling completely ill. Slept for awhile and woke up feeling much better. Now, an evening of reading, playing, planning, and quiet solitude. Hope EVErything came out okay in the delivery room this afternoon for Jax and Bob. * * *
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* * * A wonderful and nourishing Thanksgiving dinner at Frank and Ingrid's place with the usual suspects plus some super-surprise guests! Frank, Ingrid, Curt, Bill, Donna, Kathryn, Deborah, Ezra, Dean, Patty, William, Louis, Bob, Jax, Isabel, and EVE Liliana Williams, the newest member of the local team. Life, especially life that has only been out of the womb for 20 hours, is extremely delicate and amazing. The still point of my day: watching Eve gently wrap her tiny fingers around Curt's left index finger. It does not get any better than this. Bob and Jax seem to have sailed through and bounced back from the delivery with time and energy to spare. It was great to see them, beaming over their new baby girl. Interesting dynamics brewing already between Isabel and Eve. Also, intriguing interaction between Ezra and Isabel this evening: an organic glimpse of some hard-wired interactions between men and women. In this case, a gentle conflict over a pillow that had absolutely nothing to do with the pillow. Fascinating stuff. How arrogant we are to assume that we have anything to do with who and how we are. We seem to arrive together: person and personality. Giving thanks for who and how we are.
* * * A day of repose and contemplation at home. Listening: Jane Siberry, Teenager songs she wrote when she was one. Also, Miles, Bitches Brew. And of course, Tori, Venus and Back, and Radiohead, KidA in between to feed my ongoing study of idiot savants from two opposite galaxies. I have a CD player that acts as my alarm clock: for the past two weeks, I've been listening to the Steve Reich remix CD first thing in the early AM. It is a gentle way to wake up. I am a huge Steve Reich fan ( Music for 18 Musicians is one of my favorite pieces of unfolding musical inspiration on the planet,) but this Reich remix CD is not quite doing it for me. Tomorrow, something new: wake up to Tori, Horses. * * * Repose broken during mid-afternoon by two four-hour computer problems, back-to-back. Home networking is about as intuitive as DNA. And DSL is about as reliable as a Florida voting machine. * * * Danger, danger: I have discovered eBay! Made my first eBay purchase today after out-bidding 40+ others who had been bidding for two weeks. A new tool arrives in two weeks. I outbid these other poor eBay-dudes in a reverse auction, and I still got a great deal on a tool that has the potential to suck my already sucked life away... * * * Evening DVD: Roman Polanski's the Ninth Gate, staring Johnny Depp as a bookworm hired to track down three copies of an evil book. Pure and wonderful nonsense. Amazing cinematography carrying an otherwise trashy horror story. * * *
* * * A small, but focused team Sitting at Curt's this morning: CurtG, SB, ElizabethP, FrankS, BillR, IngridPS, DouglasB, JanetteR. The time flew by this morning. One of the best sittings I've had in a few months. Feeling very peaceful. Still riding synchronized biorhythms? * * * Found this while cleaning out some rotting email this morning. My sister emailed me this a while ago. Not sure where she found it.
One word: WOW. Who writes this stuff, and how do they know me so well? * * * Found the following in a diary from 1997.
Many of these identity characteristics also apply to company and product names. BootlegTV was the perfect name for what was BootlegTV ten months ago. But BootlegTV died on August 3rd and became Bootleg Networks. Now, the name Bootleg Networks is a convenient stepping stone to a new name that better reflects the new product and team building it. The new name has not arrived yet, but it's lurking about. When it arrives, if it is the right name, it will propel us into a new stage of growth. * * * Evening: preparation and relaxation.
Final quote from this wonderful, humble book. I've been collecting inspiration from this writing all week. Preparing for January when my life as a musician begins again after a three month break. * * * Up early this morning for a meeting with GeorgeM, JohnL, and ChristianVB. George and Christian are off to NYC on Monday morning. This is the only time the four of us will be able to be in the same room for the next week. Some important strategy decisons to make today. * * * Corn-fed trivia of the day: I have seen the future of online $$ transactions, and it is PayPal. eBay + PayPal = commerce revolution. The web is finally living up to ecommerce hype. Today, I am a happy web shopper. * * * Evening listening: Gentle Giant BBC sessions. Gentle Giant is an amazing band, playing intricate and powerful music. Steve Reich Rock Band. Okay, I know it is total Math-Rock. But the ornate melodies, intricate counterpoint, and constantly-evolving textural contrast wakes me up. Gentle Giant is the rock version of celtic knotwork. No wonder it wakes me up. I'm a one trick ex-pony tail. Also: Jane Siberry, Bound by the Beauty. Over and over again. Probably listened five times in a row as I entered 10,000 receipts from 2000 into Quicken. Sigh. Jane. You have my heart. Should have taken JoyceT's advice three months ago. A trip to Toronto in the springtime sounds great right now. * * * Rumor has it that Trey is back in town. Quietly wishing local friends well tonight from my hibernation sanctuary. So happy that I don't have to travel this week! * * *
Monday
November 27 Found some ancient pictures of people from another planet this evening:
Remember these people? Top photo: IsabelW, SB, JaxieB, TobinB, BobW, HeatherP, PabloM, BrockP, CurtG, FrankS, DeanJ, and StevenR. This photo was taken circa June of 1998 in the heart of the Secret Cafe days. As of next week, we have officially lost Steven, Tobin, Brock, Heather, and Clement to other projects in other cities. * * * More quotes from Hazrat:
Can't put this book down. * * *
* * * On January 1st, this website will get some color. Until then, I am still working in black and white to remember and poetically document the intense polarities I have to reconcile every day: the differences between what investors want and what customers need. The differences between what employees want and what the company needs. The differences between what one person likes and what another detests. The difference between being told what must be done and simply knowing. The quotes in this diary are gray because they help me bridge the the void between these polar opposites with supportive gray areas. The ultra-concentrated-mini-font will also be tossed in favor of something which is more legible without the aid of squinting, hard work, and/or magnification. Eight weeks of this bleak-and-white presentation are more than enough to drill the point to a sharp completion. * * * Remember what I said about PayPal yesterday? Scratch that -- PayPal sucks and is completely useless. I had one of the worst customer experiences today that I have ever had with a technology company (including my own, and believe me, I've had some bad experiences with Bootleg.) If you are considering using PayPal on eBay or on your own web site, you would be better off simply selling everything and going to share a dirt room in a wood shed with Ted Kazinski. Did I mention that PayPal is useless and insulting, yet? The only thing worse than PayPal is Reflex Communications who claim to be offering me DSL service at home. If you were wondering why my diary entry yesterday was only half there, ask Reflex which crashed half-way through my FTP and still has not come back yet 36 hours later after about six calls to customer service. Apparently the switch in my building is flakey and needs to be replaced. No shirt, Shitlock. * * * An inspiring afternoon meeting with SteveE. I am proud to be working with such high caliber talent. I am not exaggerating here. I have worked with some pretty smart puppies in the past, and SteveE is right up there in that rare vision + talent + professionalism + execution intersection. I have also worked with a few who have claimed to live in (or at least pass through) that intersection. But it always comes out in the wash. Always. * * * Besides DSL and PalPal hell, I had a great day today. Stuff keeps getting done. With my DSL down and flakey, I'm also getting no sb.com mail. Wonder if it's bouncing back? * * * I have an old friend (JoeBass) who called me today between meetings: he is organizing a YES tribute/benefit concert at the Showbox with special guest, YES drummer, Alan White, in late December. Joe knows that I am/was a huge YES fan, and he knows that I also know Alan -- would I like to open for the main act, and then join them for some songs? Hmmm,... December 19th. Tempting. And about three weeks before my return to the world as a performing musician. Need to sleep on this one. I've had the opportunity to work and play with Alan before -- he even came to the first Seattle Prometheus show at Sit-n-Spin back in 1996 -- so the thrill/novelty of the idea of meeting Alan is largely gone. Not many people know that Alan was in the Plastic Ono Band. So, not sure what to do with this one. A tempting idea at a bad time for temptations. Might even help me complete the NST arrangement of Wondrous Stories that I had been working on a few months ago... BTW, Did you know that I can quote and sing the lyrics to every pre-1982 YES song, not to mention being able to nail the melodies and harmonies and counterpoint melodies in their original keys, on demand. Up to and including the Buggles YES! I lost interest completely when Trevor Rabin showed up. Oh, and I can sing most of the guitar and bass parts verbatim. An embarrassing talent in this era of Backstreet Spice Doggy N'Spears. But, enough 70's horn tootage. Time for bed. Wonder when I'll be able to upload this diary? PS - Joe has a Roger Dean YES logo tattooed on this forearm. And I thought I was a 'fan.'
Hmmm.... perhaps the writers at Infospace have also attempted to use Paypal recently? Wrench, schmench. I have caught a few big wrenches this year before they hit and destroyed the works. Some of them remain in my toolbox. * * * Another compelling day of accomplishment at work. Some things are really clicking this week: a) finally, some inspiring IP protection is coming together nicely, b) some exciting meetings happening in the next three weeks, c) continued momentum is building on the product front, d) we continue to attract and hire great people. A new level of operational accountability is kicking in, partially due to the fact that I've been able to spend more time at home, and less time on the road selling dogs and ponies. * * * Post-work: dinner this evening with a close friend. After dinner, we dropped into the Hurricane to see 3 minutes of our friends in Electrochakra. Great stuff pouring from the stage. The stuff pouring from the stage, however, could do nothing to cover up the icky stuff that kept pouring in the front door. Wanted to stay for the music. Could not bear the venue. Sorry guys. Don't give up. * * * Knowingly avoiding some personal emails that are really calling for my attention. Don't quite have the kind of necessary energy to deal with these during this week. Perhaps this weekend. 9:56 now. Going to bed in 10 minutes. One more idea to document here first. * * * Need to call BillR back about our Western rehearsal space. But not tonight. I am looking for a new (better) place to work and play. This is one area where I am working to free myself from past ruts and assumptions. Themes for the next three month period: a) Liquidation: bringing some flow into what had been stuck and stationary. b) Re-invention: abandoning past formulas, processes, structures, and strategies that have outgrown their usefulness. c) Completion: bringing some resolution to some open-ended projects. * * * More useless attempts to get my DSL working. Finally gave up and posted a note at the top of this page. Need to go back to a modem this weekend until Reflex gets it together. * * * Just home from the opening event of Violet's new store on Capital Hill. A wonderful space, great energy, and the celebration of an important milestone for Violet. Plus, I bought three YELLOW seven day candles. Need to go back there to do some holiday shopping over the weekend. Great to see Violet thriving in her element. * * * A long, long day to complete a week of major strides forward on a number of fronts. Bootleg Networks has passed through a great divide, and we are now on our way through Level Seven of our current process. We have a big meal to present on December 13th, and dessert arrives on the 15th. Feeling proud of this team and their current progress. One minor, but significant setback today as we lost a form of checks and balances to the core team. There is a point at which assertive dissention plays an extremely important function in a creative group process. We are not quite at that point. This is a team that needs more coherence and communication with work and continual focus on our common goals. There is a difference between assertive dissention and aggressive disintegration. If it ain't not unbroke, don't not unfix it. Today, something was unfixed. * * * Sad to read that TravisM is giving up on public diary writing. Good that he is examining his motives in this process. It is important to be clear about how and why and for how long to carry on this borderline-insane activity. For me, besides enabling me to alienate family, friends and acquaintances more efficiently while providing a new vehicle for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, writing this diary enables a form of end-of-day reflection that I would otherwise be too lazy to engage in without a vessel in which to carry the task. Sometimes, it is what happens during the reflection about the day that matters more than what specific drivel ends up on this page. There are some who may not need external stimulus to carry out this kind of process. I do. Without a (perceived) audience for this writing, even if there is none, I probably would not write or reflect on who I am and how I do what I do in the same way, daily. There is a parallel here to why it is necessary for Musicians to play in front of an audience. Practicing or rehearsing in the basement, or even in a "shirt" "skirt" or other "safe" performance venue only goes so far. Putting ourselves in front of an audience provides an opportunity to influence or change our normally inflated self-perception. Of course, if a public show (or clever diary entry) goes well, this can also further inflate perceptions of self-importance and/or stroke the ego. Within reason, it is necessary to have a healthy ego. Actually, I find it much easier to deal with an egomaniac than a neurotic person. (I can hear TravisH saying "that's because you are one.") With an egomaniac, you know where you stand: this person attributes their successes to themselves, and blames others for their failure. A neurotic person assumes they have no (apparent) success to attribute to anyone, and blames themselves first, and everyone else, second, for their suffering. Vast generalization of the day: In the end, up to a certain point, we are all simply searching for attention and love. Actually, that is redundant: attention is the vehicle for the transmission of love. * * * After some time, the practice of ongoing public performance provides an opportunity to divorce yourself from the need for external valuation or validation. After a few hundred cycles through the "they-love-me, they-hate-me, they-love-me, they-hate-me" roller coaster of misattribution, you begin to realize that the process of preparation for and execution of performance is far more valuable than the artifacts that are delivered via the process. * * * Sitting at Curt's this morning with the usual crew. Then, breakfast at the Queen Anne Cafe, basically, white-collar Vera's, same menu, up one notch on the quality food-chain. After breakfast, a delightful day 'off' spent with close friends. Unbreakable friends. Went by the Phinney Winter Festival to watch String Theory pick up and carry the SGC torch. Sound near the front of the stage was considerably better than the sound in the back of the hall, partially due to the room, and partially due to speakers placed behind (and blocked by) the band. A good show. This team is coming along, although there are some obvious and simple things they could do to improve their show (obvious, only if you are not IN the band and have an opportunity to watch from the outside.) * * * Then, a surprisingly excellent film: unbreakable. This review on sidewalk is by someone with ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder.) The film moves fast enough if you have half a brain and an interest in comic books. Dinner at Wild Ginger. A total hit. An excellent day all the way around made possible by 14 years of close and still-evolving friendships. * * * Still no luck with my DSL. And now, Site America will not even connect from home. Tomorrow, I'm calling a new ISP and getting rid of the terrible legacy that I have had with this one. Remember the great outages of this site over the past three years? Let's see how a new ISP does at keeping my business... * * * Went to view a Pioneer Square apartment with a friend who is looking. Now I remember the importance of great acoustics. tile, stone, or hardwood. And I miss the Redwest stairwells for practicing. Preparation for an important day tomorrow. Not feeling well by evening - blew off a friend who is looking for dinner. Rain check. * * * Still no DSL, but later next week, I will have a new ISP. Buh bye Site America. Good riddance. And on a brighter note, Jane has a new CD: * * * |