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So in following the advice of Wu-Tang Financial Services to “diversify our bonds” and “protect our goddamn necks,” Chapter Three LLC is launching its first offshoot business venture, which is naturally a boutique fixed-gear bike business: Mission Bicycle.

Today we (or mostly our bike-savvy partner John from Cincinatti) were interviewed by the influential Bike Snob NYC blog, where the snobs are sounding off (fwiw, the frame does not “cost $25 including shipping.”). We’re doing biz in the Bay, with no immediate plans for east-coast distribution, but this is still a good chance for us to define our brand and get our name out there.

Here are some of my favorite quotes:

This is a San Francisco-bred bike. It can be pretty wet there. How come no braze-ons or fender eyelets?

It’s a slippery slope. A fender eyelet here, a brake mount there, and pretty soon you’ll end up with with 27 gears, lazy-boy geometry, and both of your Docker pant flaps pinned down by reflective yellow ankle bracelets. You can always toss a seat post mount or clip on fender if you’re really in trouble.

Will riding without a hooded sweatshirt, colored chain or top tube pad void the warranty?

We are consulting with our legal team on this one. Likely we would probably need to know a little bit more about the musical tastes, coffee shop preferences, ironical abilities, and jean size of each rider before passing final judgement.

While my own disdain for hipsters is well-established, this is clearly a part of the market we’re looking to hit once we’ve cleared our first and second-degree social connections. Don’t hate the player, hate the game, etc.

I’ve made it down to my workaday summer outpost in the Dogpatch and my first home-away-from-home off in the Panhandle. Greeted by blue skies and sunshine. Initial city impressions:

  • Wow there are a lot of pretty girls. On the streets, in cars (presumably bars) and freight elevators even.
  • I’ve lost some of my nerve for fighting traffic on the bike. Those country roads and stationary machines have made me soft.
  • Or maybe it’s that I haven’t really been riding all that much, because these hills are harder than I remember too.
  • The living situation seems like it will work out great: nice unassuming roommate, wifi, extra-long twin bed (so my ankles don’t even hang off).
  • The office hasn’t been progressing too much in terms of getting fixed up. It’s basically the same as it was last time I was here two months ago. That’s gonna change.

After last weekend’s outlaw mountain trip, I started re-re-reading Sometimes a Great Notion, which is probably one of my top 5 books, and have been slowly digesting the potential of having one foot in the city and one foot in the woods.

It intuitively feels connected to my existential crisis-of-meaning du jour, reconciling these seemingly contradictory aspects of my life. What I want is some kind of grand Hegelian synthesis: a future where my biodiesel hybrid 4×4 pickup carries me from Silicon Valley to the peaks of Trinity County in carbon-neutral style, and there’s someplace in-between called “home” where the dog stays while I’m down in the city.

Is that kind of thing really even possible? It feels like maybe… it also seems logically like a bacheloresque way to roll, all that movement, or at best (see point #1 above) a “girl in every port” type of situation; but the dream includes a family of course, which begs a huge and unanswerable sea of questions, variables out of my control, etc etc etc. Hrmmm.

For now I’m happy to be here, soaking up the ambient kinetic energy of San Francisco. It may be the rambler in me, but being on the move has put my mind at ease.

It’s been a pretty good week overall. Not without some troubles, but for the most part they are challenges which have been overcome. I’m starting to feel like I’m getting a good pace going. So, here’s a step through where things are at:

Work
This has been the biggest weight on my mind lately. We’re getting very close to having a truly stable business, but it’s (as I’ve mentioned) a very two steps forward/one step back kind of affair. I’ve been struggling with my responsibilities. I handle a lot of the day-to-day organization and scheduling of the work that we do — taskmaster stuff — in addition to taking on the harder Drupal coding. I’ve also got more business experience than my partner, so I tend to have the skeptical/devil’s advocate role in those discussions.

I’m not used to being in a position like this, and it’s definitely a learning experience figuring out peer-leadership. It’s good though, because that’s the future.

It hasn’t been helping that lately we’ve been under external pressures. Matt had a run-in with the muni track on his bike, and he’s been laid up for the past couple weeks. Has a screw in his wrist. Luckily the man has his own health coverage; we’re still about a month away from providing.

Then there was tax day, which is never fun, and at the beginning of the month we lost a big high-profile client before we managed to get started, which was a bummer. Things are picking up, but it’s hard with a man down. These are a challenges I’m confident we’ll overcome, but it definitely adds tension, and just as I’m coming to appreciate how important it is to keep a cool head.

On the upside, one of our projects was launched as a partnership with Wired, which is a feather in our cap. We also got ourselves a nice office space, and as I said things are looking pretty good for May.

From the volunteer end of my business, there’s a video of the presentation I did on the Drupal Dojo at OCSMS 2007:

It’s about 50 minutes long, and I imagine it’s sort of boring for most people. I watched the whole thing through, and as an Actor I’m pretty embarrassed by the performance: it’s a self-centered yet rambling spiel with really poor use of gesture. I really should have prepared better; have to remember that for next time. Anyway, if you’re very curious about the stuff that I do on Sunday mornings (I’m looking at you, mom) it does explain things.

Life
I’m settled back in Westhaven, which I like better than being on the road, but which has its own drawbacks. Especially coming back from NYC, it feels slow and sort of lonely. I’ve been running different scenarios through my mind of spending large parts of the summer down in the Bay area, which would be a good thing for the career and maybe for my social soul, but I really don’t want to move and am skeptical of leading a split life.

The latter is starting to feel possible though, splitting time. If I had my own place down there — nothing fancy, just a crashpad that was actually my own — it could be doable. It could be a lifestyle, doing two weeks in the Bay, then coming back to the HC for a taste of what summer is all about, maybe some more heady yoga at the center. It could become a whole integrated thing.

My real challenge remains coming out of my shell in this new life. Similarly to my struggling with role at work, I’m still not 100% myself here. The onset of spring is getting me a little more open, but I still don’t have the tall-walking kind of confidence that I feel deep down is possible and necessary.

It occurs to me that a meta theme is the challenge of taking my youthful and optimistic enthusiasm, hanging on to that, but tempering it with my experience. Once again, getting into this whole gown up thing on my own terms.

Love
There’s nothing really happening here still. I’m pretty physically isolated, both literally and figuratively; adrift on the seas of celibacy. I try not to whine about it though. Hope springs eternal. Spring’s a beautiful season. I’m not that old yet!

Politics
As per my last couple posts, I still pay a lot of attention to this. I didn’t see tonight’s debate, but I heard it was bland with the exception of a very feisty Mike Gravel. This is what I expect from the mainstream, and it’s sort of depressing. I’m still waiting for any one of the contenders to show some verve, but I’m not holding my breath. My sense is that the heat will have to be up several more notches before there can be any breakouts. Good politics takes pressure, it seems.

As for the present, what can you say? Congress passed a bill containing language about a timeline for ending the occupation of Iraq, and even though this is what most Americans now want, Bush is going to veto it. Cocksucker.

My new favorite read is Rick Perlstein, who’s covering the nuts and bolts of what “conservative government” has meant for us, in addition to war and political corruption that would make Nixon blush. He uncovers a seedy world where the rich get ritcher while the rest of us get collapsing streets and feces in the food supply. No really. That’s what he blogs about. It’s awesome.

Finally, the abject failure of the Press to act as a watchdog is now utterly clear (thanks to Bill Moyers). The video behind that link is a lot more interesting, if also depressing, than my little ego-trip above. If you’re scratching your head and wondering how we got into Iraq in the first place, clicky clicky. As per what I said about good politics requiring pressure, these people are supposed to be on the frontlines there. Not so much, it turns out. Pity.

In Conclusion
Well, this sort of sums it up. I’m suffering from a moderate case of writers block; got lots to say but can’t really crack the cork, all part of my current shrinking violet phase, it seems. Feels like it’s getting better though.

Part of the fun of being a web application professional is bitching about crappy online services I’m stuck with on my work blog.

UPDATE: Wes schools me. B of A and MBNA ROCK!


UPDATE TWO: In the spirit of fairness, and because this blog post is apparently somewhat popular, I should mention that many of the points in my post have been addressed in terms of BofA’s user experience.

So, I posted a little commercial-like video for my company extolling the virtues of Drupal using elements of my daily life in the State of Jefferson. Good times.

Here’s that video:

One thing I want to call attention to is my facial expression in that last slot-machine shot:

That’s about as sleazy as I get, what some affectionately call “crazy eyes.” It’s the epitome of why I’m feared by mothers and hated by fathers all across this great nation. In the final cut I wipe away from it pretty quick, but the original take is pretty interesting. You can see the acting!

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