the past several days, can best be described as being trapped in Rod Serling episode of the twilight zone where you plan, arrange, schedule, set up, work….and then in the land outside of the skunkworks lab, where you have to rely on people that might simply be doing a job to get a wage – you see everything pushed back, altered, changed, reworked, etc. if I was doing billable hours and change orders – I would be fine billing for rush charges, expedited labor, and redesigns…but I am doing all this stuff for free to help people. I am not sure if God is teaching me patience and to give with a joyful heart, or simply seeing on if I will get angry? then, in a moment of “I want a cup of coffee, I meet a gracious elderly man that i will call George Burns's younger brother. We had a chat in a coffee shop that gave me hope for our ideas and that the world will be just fine.”
many young kids don’t remember George burns. he was right up there with Morgan Freeman with playing the character of God in the movies. in the mid 80’s we were going to do a project to try to revitalize Hollywood Blvd., and he was going to be the leader of the old Hollywood group, which was all for trying to clean up space, while the new Hollywood…really didn’t seem to care too much. they were too busy trying to grab as much fame and money for themselves in the shift of the studio system to the mega-star days. it was my first introduction to the reality of Hollywood and what happens behind the scenes in entertainment. meeting George Burns, Fred Astaire, Fred McMurray (I had no idea who he actually wks.!) and then the variety of folks that grew up in the studio system – I had to wonder was it really all that great? or did the folks just remember the good things and keep putting layers of tinsel and paint over the reality of the seedy underbelly of movies.
these days, the Hollywood walk of fame is getting famous not for the streetwalkers, drug dealers, street performers, and variety of mentally balanced/unbalanced characters they have tourists gawk – but for political destruction of property with the walk of fame. I don’t think the folks doing the damage realize It is the person being honored that pay for the star. That was an interesting time when Johnny grant was the mayor of Hollywood Blvd. I think he had an interesting job.
I really have digressed, I will just thank an elderly gentleman who shared a chat with me at the old Breslin lounge where on a lark I went to get a cup of stepdown coffee. I had stopped going for years as there was nowhere to simply sit and drink your coffee with all the younger folks camped out at the ace hotel lobby…but I noticed two co-working spaces have sprouted in the neighborhood and I am assuming that gave them all a place to go and not clog up a hotel. the other reason might be with the rate the man paid…the boutique industry is getting hurt by rates and occupancy? or is it the result of Airbnb?
either way. I was happy to have a talk as I spent hours walking around looking for a business to get someone that has helped us a new product from Brazil they can try – yet – when I called the place, I got an answering machine…and the google search for the company brought out a street view…it wasn’t till last night that I looked at the addresses on their truck and thought, “but this is different than the one with google search?” the reality is I went into the lobby of the building and asked, “is there a company that does (insert product here)” the expat with a Belgian accent (don’t ask me how I seem to be able to tell where people come from, via all my travel) was a bit miffed, pointed at the sign in the lobby…” that is our corporate directory.”
ok…you know what I didn’t do today? meditate, pray, brainstorm…all to make some folks happy on three or four fronts and projects. if they were paying me, fine. but the family and friend stuff – I enjoy helping – what I don’t enjoy is when people that don’t have a clue what they are doing, try to change and tell people that have done and do – how to do it. it brings me to that place where that F1 designer -master of Michael Schumacher’s secret brake system edge and I both said the same thing in Las Vegas at a change meeting, “you can waste my money, but do not waste my time.”
how many others feel the same? I look around the USA lately and it seems like manana time has become more common outside of the top performance levels. I am really shocked how the smaller towns are going further behind the technology curve and now am very curious to bringing agrowspaces into the rural area (it can work in urban too) and the woo -woo rooms into urban markets…but first…I have to get a few things done asap…
yeah, I am still waiting to see if the one delivery shows up today. they have 4 ½ hours. it is about what I have to get some stuff to Colorado.
I am hoping the man “tony” who reminds me of George burns writes. I handed him a card and took a quick photo. it was simply a moment I needed to go back to a. I asked him, “what do you tell your grandchildren is important in life, now that you are entering your twilight of what you learned in your life?”
I do love people who have lived, tried, failed, moved, changed, grew….the advice you hear doesn’t resonate from a book but from the heart and soul of one that has lived.
my guess is many people wonder about me. I will give a perspective that is usually a bit different. my godfather always said, “he walks to the beat of a different drummer.”
these days, I am trying to follow love and god…and you know, you do change and look at things in a very different way than when you were selfishly trying to conquer the world. you also realize the small things and the balance of yourself as a human being – is more valuable than owning stuff in the world.
not a clue where this came from…but that is my post-lunch 10 minutes of the day. hopefully, it isn’t a new trend.
now back to…the stuff of quantification for humans in a world that might better try to live in a qualified way. I still think of the check list of legalism with most religion and I look at the vast difference in the reality of living with nothing but love beyond your “self.” really big divide.
a funny side note I have. people wonder why I carry a sketchbook and take lots of photos. Einstein said, “why remember that which you could look up.” some people can read a book and grasp the idea – yet not really know “how” to do something. for whatever reason, I like to understand the “why?” and “how to” and thus, my life has been lots of work and learning – all to hopefully do something good for the planet and/or one person (I am ok if it is either these days) – but with a sketchbook, I can see a page and it triggers all the things I was thinking about that day. with photos and a timeline – I can remember what was happening during that time…people say, “you really don’t remember?” and I am like, “no…not really. I was doing and learning to many things and what many people value…I don’t seem to, nor do I care about who got a new house, car, haircut, trend, blah blah blah…so why remember that?”
as for my rambling prose…we decided not to build the lab on top of that mountain in Colorado. what the photo today shows is the first moment I got there…had to redo a 1,000m drive with switchback and figure out where and how much to clear and live off the grid and ideally grow food year round. I am not going to lie, when I think back to the sweat and effort that went into the ideas -I get a bit sad. my heart went into the land, a little bit of blood, and thank god for chainsaw chaps, as I almost left a bit of my leg one day…but without this land, we would not have agrowspace and how it all can move around the planet. so while bittersweet, the chapter can close and I pray the new owners enjoy what were seeds planed on the mountain for them to have a great life with and in nature.
“ok god, where to next? where is home? or do you want me to move it around the planet again?”