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Monday April 10
Spent Saturday and Sunday
in Yakima for SGC shows on both days. Deep disorientation, and
somewhat of a culture shock, given all of the front burner pressures at BTV
right now.
Dumbass move of the week:
I spent the night at the BTV office last night -- a first.
Working on bplan 3.1, and the work seems to be multiplying to fill all
available space.
Feeling optimistic about this
plan, however, and the people who keep showing up to make it
happen. But I am now really really really
tired.
12:31am now.
Despite
this stupidity, I am now waiting up for a necessary conference call to the
UK at 1am.
* * *
Quick mail from Pablo and
MG today, re: next steps in South America. Yikes. As if
one continent were not enough to grok and service. But, yes,...
I know this is the price of being global + mobile. So, an extra
effort is required. And an extra effort was
delivered. Hence, the bags under what used to be my blue, now
completely red, eyes.
Sneezing like a maniac,
all day today. Pollen. Spring be gone. I miss
winter. When my eyes were blue.
And
open.
* * *
SGC rehearsal this
evening. I love this group, and counted my blessings again this
evening, 28 times. We began with a 28-bar prayer for a friend who lost
her mother today.
Lord, have mercy.
* * *
Tuesday April 11
So much to report, and all of
it confidential, potentially dangerous, but extremely interesting. The
diary I'm writing in my mind as I review my day is a compelling soap opera
of human events unfolding in an extraordinary environment at an unusual
time.
My reflections on the
current processes will have to wait for the retrospective.
* * *
Completed a significant
process today which began five years ago. Again, discretion
advised.
Also, called my
accountant. And stood in line for a new driver's license.
Yawn. Standard question at any level two process: how to embrace
and remain engaged while apparently immersed in the mundane.
* * *
Nice email from SueE
today. The extended family seems to be coming together.
Missing BillR's ongoing dialog and presence in my life. Hope he is
having a nice vacation.
Really owing my Mom (and
Brock, and Bev Keim, and just under a bazillion others) return phone
call.
* * *
1:00am now, and just
beginning to pack for
travel over the next five days. Not sure how much diary posting
I will be able to do while on the road, but the writing will continue.
* * *
Sunday April 16
Just home from a whirlwind
trip to LA and SF. 12:40am and checking in on 763 unread and soon to
be deleted emails, piles of letters, and a real need to
sleep.
Recent significant
events:
- Dinner with SanfordP
in SF last evening. Sanford recently went to work for TellMe
in Mountain View. A new stage in our long and intersecting
work together and apart. Interesting perspectives from parallel
start-ups.
- A now-obvious wake up call
from DavidC on Friday morning and a nice five year reunion with MarkM at
Mutato on Friday afternoon.
- Disadvantage to advantage
in action: I practiced for 3+ hours in the Oakland airport today. I
rarely travel without a guitar, and this is why. I love to
practice in airports. No wasted time. Flight
delayed, cancelled? Yippee!
- Phone call from
BillR's mom today with Bill's phone number in a far, far away vacation
land.
Many other interesting events
this week, but the beans must remain unspilled here since we are getting
more public every day with plans and proceedings.
I really needed to be home
today, and was flying standby -- duh. In some respects,
this was a day lost, and in others, it was a day gained. Lots of
work done in the airport that may have otherwise been pushed aside by
pressing matters at home.
I miss being away from
home with only a suitcase, guitar, and clear calendar.
Someday, again. But
not this year.
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