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Peter Crawford

Peter Crawford

Mug Shot of Peter I took for publicity purposes at one point. This is outside Everett Studios.

I met Peter through my shady dot-com dealings. I was still living in Manhattan back on East 10th street, and he had sort of been recruited into the group I was working with to manage and coordinate. I remember the first time we met, we had Thai food at some place downtown right by the old WTC, good stuff. We had a nice conversation and I thought, hey, this guy's allright.

As we worked together, we sort of realized that we were more or less on the same level. At the time, most of the people I worked with were either Geeks (e.g. engineers, hackers, dreamers) or Business-Types (e.g. brokers, bankers, the idle rich). I had always kind of straddled both groups, being simultaneously technically proficient and entrepreneurial. But I'd never really fit in with either. Peter was some kind of mystic hybrid: a consultant. Despite the somewhat hucksterish tilt to the world of consulting, I warmed up to the style considerably

Perhaps Peter's best trait is his passionately low tolerance for bullshit. He's an unabashed critic of corporate waste, laxitude and largesse, and he's not afraid to call someone out on their crap. And yet he does it in such a non-confrontational way you can't really hold it against him. At the same time, while being idealistic in all the good ways, he's a very pragmatic personality.

Crawford and Donello

I've tried to explain to all my friends just how cute Peter's kid is. See for yourself.

The last thing I like about Peter is that he's one of the few people I've worked with lately that keeps me on my toes. Often times I end up working with/for people who just don't move as quick as I do, which ends up being a real drag on the old brain. Not so with Peter. He likes to drive fast.

Eventually, all the things above (working style, etc) kind of drove Peter and myself away from the group we were working with. It was the kind of thing you can see coming, and while it kind of sad that we didn't realize the dream, I don't have any real regrets about how things turned out. These days Pete and I are consulting through Everett Studios, looking to line up enough paying gigs so we can self-finance some of our more entrepreneurial ventures.

Peter's also a Brit, so he likes to watch "football" and drink piss light beer, but I don't hold it against him. Hey, it's just his culture. He lives up in Chappaqua with his lovely wife Switlana and their awesome son Donello. I've been up to visit on a number of occasions, and I have to conclude that they have built themselves a lovely home.

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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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