Saturday, January 22, 2005

Tired


Tired
Originally uploaded by Intervisions.
Tired

I lost your band you had no hand
In anything at all
You go to work, you're such a jerk
You haven't far to fall

You thought you were the best in town
Princes of all you purvey
You cut your cost and now you lost
So, what have you to say?

You had some chances once before
Though none that you could see
Tired & mired in all your pride
You should have looked more carefully

Friday, January 21, 2005

Garden State Dynamite

Garden State

Talk about your ironic epithets, for those of you unfamiliar, NJ is to NY what NV is to CA. It's where you go when you can't get in the other place. And it's portrayed beautifully, as it is in Napoleon Dynamite, two lush, gorgeous films. Napoleon had the easier time of it, with all the colorful 70's kitsch. To do that with rainy garbage dumps in NJ takes talent.

Then again, taking that Iowa farm stuff like cow udders and corporate chicken coops (definitely would not like to play the game there), into the mainstream, as Napoleon did, takes guts. These 20-something-slice-of-life-sensitive-boy films have been doing quite well, as Brothers McMullen did. Well, most of the movie audience is young male.

God knows, I'll be lucky to get my film sold to the O channel. But, I do like the fact that toned down films, without violence or much CG, are doing well. It opens the door for post-bust-valley-mid-slice-of-life films.

Garden State was written, directed & starred in by Zach Braff who must have gotten quite a leg up from Scrubs & found himself a nice rich sponsor (see my previous post). Seems like they had a nice budget. It's about a guy who, at 26, catches on to Daddy's game, confronts him, takes responsibility for his life, gets off the meds & guilt trip Daddy put him on & goes out to make his life. He even gets the lovely, yet, as she said in her own words on the commentary track "merely acting", Natalie Portman, whose film experience outweighs his tenfold.

I find it quite inspiring to watch people say, as the guy in this case did, literally, "This is it, this is my life." Personally, the actress in me always adds, this is not a fucking dress rehearsal. This is it, your actual life. The interesting part, to me, is that, you don't just do that once. In fact, I think many people never say that.

No game is ever won while you're still playing it. Until you cash in your chips, you are still in the game. As long as you're breathing you need to keep reminding yourself that this is your life and if you're not happy, change it. Yes, Zach & Natalie walk off into the glaring JFK sunset (sunrise?) at the end. But I think the young ingenues may realize somewhere down the line that, as Eminem would say, you need to keep cleaning out the closet.

I haven't learned an actual new lesson for a long time, yet, every day is a learning experience cause you meet new people, have new experiences (hopefully) and have to apply new stuff to the same structures to make sense of it. Here's a good example. I worked at a big law firm, lots of competition, the game, you know, the whole bit. Then, when I got to a certain point with the mommy stuff it was like, wait a minute, this is just like Wilson (except you don't see it coming till it's too late) except we have to cater everything ourselves and we don't get paid. Live and learn.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

The Bigger the Money, The Higher the Gate

Inauguration Day... ready for some more status quo? Watching all the powerful men line up to watch a silver spoon son pass the torch to himself.... let's just hope we don't have to watch him pass it to his brother four years from now.

Larry Summers, Harvard President, was a bit too blatant recently. Less than 15% of Harvard's top earners (tenured professors) are women, similar to the other Ivies and what WSGR partnership is up to now after over 20 yrs. of taking in classes of 50% women. It's even worse than that among VC partners, investment bankers, money managers or top execs.

What always fascinates me is the denial and arrogance of those who acceed to power on their penises. They always seem to think it's something they earned completely on their own dime once they get there. Like this Larry S, they think they got there because the poor women can't think spacially, or are too emotional. And, there are legitaimate brain differences in the sexes.

So, how do you explain why women can't break into other areas near big money, like law and management which are almost all about verbal skill, something women clearly do better than men, due to their, sorry boys, bigger corpus callosum?

Well I can tell you what the Wilson women would bring up at their annual woman bonding dinner. Most men prefer to groom their own. No need to worry about possible sexual misunderstandings or "comments taken out of context" that could end a career, no worry of ever being accused of anything. No need to worry you'll invest years training her only to have her take off with a baby. Male associate=no worries. Female=worries.

The women, true to their stereotypes, were pretty hard on each other. I found this in the housewife realm too and I think it does stem from the inferior position. The women partners, what few there were, had to work twice as hard as the men to get there and it was harder to please them. They were swamped with young women looking for mentors & had little to offer.

People tend to treat others the way they themselves have been treated. Women get harsher treatment in general and when they go near real money & power, forget it.

They didn't have much power there. One thing I've learned is that when people don't help you, it's often not that they don't want to, it's that they can't. They'd prefer to be seen as uncaring than impotent. Sad, I know. Being seen as powerful is very compelling, important and addictive. Remember, it's the game, the eternal external power play I posted about on 11/26/04.

It's about external power, which is very seductive. When people get it, their internal structure weakens (cause they don't need it as much), so, if you take that away, it's bad. You see guys around here, many, shaken out by the bust, careers in tatters, marriages in shatters, it's a bummer. Lucky me, I never got much of the external shit and had to rely on good old fashioned thinking and feeling, far more lasting and satisfying.

Anyway, back to my Wilson saga, the male partner I worked with had taken a male associate the year before and I was basically treated like the unwanted child. While Bob (who had neither a working mother or wife) took Chris out to long golf games, showing him the ropes, developing a relationship & contacts, I was relegated to 10 minutes of his time at 7 or 8:00 at night.

While Chris was taken to a birthday lunch, along with almost everyone on our floor, thrown a big event, I was not even wished a happy birthday. I was even told, by a male associate, that Bob was a raging sexist. These are just a few examples. Of course, Bob never said anything in front of women that could be taken the wrong way. Bob is very smart.

When I was mentioned by Larry Sonsini at a major event, became pretty visible and worked with a lot of senior partners early on, I saw some of the more senior men who had previously shown interest turn off. I think they would have had more respect for my assertive attitude, had I been a man.

As challenging as it was just to be a woman, doing it while up against the biological clock was ridiculous. I clearly remember a big Wilson event, wearing a maternity dress for the first time, seeing how differently everyone treated me. As my stomach extended, it got worse and worse, noone wanted to talk to me about anything BUT the pregnancy. I was dismissed. I don't have to tell you what it was like when I got back from maternity leave.

From my perspective, it was like, why try and push this rock up a hill? World, you want me to be a mommy, fine, let's give it a try. But, while the connections I made with my children and spirit, and to an extent, the other moms, were beautiful, other parts, like being thrown in a pool with a bunch of people with no life preservers, were not. Moreover, children grow up.

It's certainly not impossible to be a "successful woman", even on boys turf. But, for women, there's almost no wiggle room. I know a guy who took 7 yrs. out, early on & still made it, had kids over 40. A woman could never do that. Those years I spent getting on my feet recovering from my childhood cost me far more.

Also, the guy got a clear second chance. I never did. Those second and third chances in a company can make all the difference, so can the right mentoring. So, you guys makin big cash, be humble. There have been many times along the way you were given opportunities you probably would not have had, had you been female or had darker skin. There is nothing more offensive to me than watching boosted men be insensitive to the struggles of others, unable to see any but their own limited perspective.

Next time your trip up might be a little bumpier and you'll learn, as I have, that money and power do corrupt. Money and external power do not come free, to anyone. There is a cost for everything in this world, whether you see it or not.

Monetary success can hinder you, insulate you, hide you, limit your perspective and ability to trust. It can also put you into fear of loss, cut you off from yourself and your happiness and make you believe your own press, plus the endless treadmill & ending up only knowing people just like you or sucking up to you... until you don't even know who you are any more.

I'll get you anything my friend, if it makes you feel alright... cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love.
The Beatles

I'd rather be a free man in my grave, than live like a puppet or a slave.
Bob Marley

Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother earth will swalow you, lay your body down.
Neil Young

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Into


Into
Originally uploaded by Intervisions.
Into

Into the beat I melted
The picture started to frame
I slipped into violet velvet
Never to remain the same

Into stars & music
The prisms rearranged
You were singing I was dancing
And there was no frame

Empty reasons things unthinking
Only hearts and eyes and songs
Thoughts unbounded and in tatters
Wasted moments seem so long

Arrived at Central Station
It's so empty where are you?
Thoughts still bounded so restricted
I am there no more for you

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Am I populist or popularizing?

Sadly, I think it may be the latter. A comment on my Economics of Innovation (1/11/05) post really got me thinking. I compared the VC landscape favorably to the record biz, saying it was more productive. I never said it was the best example of free market economy, only that it took more risk and promoted more true growth.

Yes, it got carried away with excitement, as we all did, when the internet seemed like an instantaneous promised land. Now, it's back to pre-boom levels, some $4.3B in Q3 of '04, a level not seen since Q1 of '98. We may still see some contraction because the growth rate has barely been exceeding the return of the Dow on a 10 year or 20 yr. basis (for 10 yr. it's 9.9 for S&P, 11.2 for NASDAQ & 12.9 for all private equity & there is even less differential at the 20 yr. mark, per Money Tree) I do not see any undue optimism in the VC world now, though things are definitely picking up.

But, the guy had a point. In focusing so much of this blog on popular culture, I don't exactly have clean hands. Popular culture does basically equal big business and is part of the problem.

But, I don't care. I'm hooked, ok? I'm only human. This stuff is my mothers milk. Carol Brady was more of a mother to me than my real one, who was a bit too real. If I turn off popular culture, I'll be hopelessly out of it. It is not a realistic position. Why should I have to suffer nightmares because I brought my son to McDonalds? I sent him my Super-Size post, isn't that good enough? Do I have to buy him Steal This Book? What's a mother to do?

What's a fucking blogger to do? Do I have to go back to my progressive radio mentality, when I listened to every record the labels sent us, because now that is impossible. There is so much music on the internet alone right now, no human could ever listen to it all.

Yes, I could scour these indie sights for great new music and films. I'm telling you, that is a great business opportunity. Hey, I posted about Corporate America Rocks...ok, I'll do more of that but it's a lot of work. I think the best I can do for now is recommend, again, sites like Soundclick and the others I mentioned in my 1/13/05 post, and expand my list of links. Mostly, I spend my indie time on my own projects and promote those.

I write about Dylan & Elton & major films & TV trends. So, I'm a popularizer, not a populist. Populist means in accordance with the "rights, virtues & wisdom of the common people" (yes, I looked it up), popular just means suited to the tastes of the public. So, it's an interesting distinction. It reminds me of the following quote.

It's easy to lead a country where it wants to go. It's more difficult to lead a country where it does not want to go but which is the right way.

Rosalyn Carter said this, I'm sure, sometime after her husband was defeated by Ronald Reagan for President. Jimmy Carter, a principled humanitarian bravely tried to lead us out of a Vietnam/Nixon/OPEC depression only to throw in the towel with some crappy crisis of confidence speech. The bumbling, affable actor to replace him successfully led this country through a huge economic swell by scaring the living shit out of the "godless communists", breaking their backs. Cutie Frutti in the W-house is now on the same bender.

Naturally the common people don't want war, but after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along... all you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism.
Hermann Goerring

Anyway, it's a lot easier to be a popularizer than a populist. At the end of the day, "making the world a better place" is a very difficult, not to mention tricky, proposition. There have been tons of things I've done in my life trying to make myself, my kids, my family, my neighborhood, my church, my kids' schools, the community, the world better. But, who knows if anyone else thinks so, or cares, or is indeed "better".

So, before I go into some existential tailspin, to be a populist, I guess I would have to (among other things) assume the open source position, and those guys can be hard core. Hey, at least I'm off Microsoft. And, I only post either my own product or similar stuff, like the photos I found on Flickr, (except for the trailers, but aren't they cool?) I'm an artist and a mother, that's enough justification for my existence right now. For now I'll just have to be a baby revolutionary.

But, maybe that's what's needed. I could blog in a very insider/legal/VC style, as many of the more commercial bloggers do. But, in my life I try to relate to each person as I find them and I believe the goal of an artist is to reach the initiated and non, and to bring them up. Artists (or people in general) who become too obscure and insider don't impress me. All good art is for the people by the people, understandable by the people.

Monday, January 17, 2005

iRobot

1984

Is this supposed to be a take off on iBook, iPod etc.? Is Apple the new HAL? The director & writer certainly do talk about HAL on the DVD, mostly about the various personalities of Frankenstein's monster, HAL & VIKI. They are all created by men, only to take on a personality of their own, with their own agendas, even feelings, the real, human kind.

Of course this theme has been explored often in film and story from Pinocchio to Millenium Man. The role of man creating something in his own image has always interested us. And, almost always, the thing turns on us.

I discussed the Man vs. Machine theme earlier in this blog (11/8/04) while discussing Bob Zemekis' Polar Express. But this is more like Man Makes Man-like Machine. As we come closer to being able to replicate ourselves, can we doubt that we ourselves have been replicated by something higher, in his/her image? And, have we turned on it, the way our creations turn on us?

In the film we have the war-like robot Trojans, the super-smart feminine and idealistic yet all to robotic VIKI and humans who trust the machines and those who don't. In the human, non-human and probably even inhuman worlds, we all have our roles. What could be less human than the proles and Party members of 1984? Just because you're human, doesn't mean you're a human being. Humanity can be stripped from us, even as we more accurately make machines human.

So, obviously we have the technology to make replicates of ourselves that are physically stronger than what God gave us. We've all heard of bionics. Who's smarter? Last time I checked, we were. No one has been able to make a computer who can beat a chessmaster at the game... if that's the test.

Now, I don't know many human beings who could tell me 10k websites on the internet with the word "Imagine" on them, as Google can. But then again, I doubt any computer could write the song Imagine. Can we imbue robots with feelings? That one has definitely been explored, in all the stories mentioned. But, can we imbue them with creativity? With judgment? With compassion? Has our own creator done that?

Though humanity can be replicated to an extent, the creations, at a certain point develop free will. What is humanity without free will? Nothing. It's a necessity. We had to be imbued with free will in order to be made in God's image. And lots of us make very bad choices with that free will, we've all hurt others, we've all hurt ourselves. But, that's part of the deal. We do have free will, we do have to make choices and we do have to live with them.

People get so scared of that responsibilty sometimes that they just don't exercise it. They wait for things to happen. They don't realize that waiting is a choice, sometimes a very expensive one. Most people I talk to have no real vision for themselves, their own lives, not to mention their town, country, world, or sometimes, even their kids. The one "vision" I see is folks wanting to be rich and give their kids what they think it takes to be rich. But, that's pretty limited, I mean in vision, not in prevalence.

During the tsunami, the animals escaped... almost every single one. Stupid humans went into the retracting sea but the animals got the hell out of dodge. Did God give them sensors he didn't give to us, the ones he supposedly loves the most because he created us in his own image? Why would God do that? Did he expect us to use our wondeful Sensoria sensors... the ones we made with our big brains?

Or did God give us sensors some of us didn't use? If I saw that ocean retract I would have cleared the beach. I never had heard it was a waarning sign of Tsunami's, but I know nature enough to know that a huge movement like that implies something big and ominous. Nature is yin/yang, action/reaction, ebb and flow, what goes in comes back out... what goes around comes around.

Some of us aspire to be more like machines: diligent, efficient, unemotional, these characteristics are among those most richly rewarded in our society. I aspire to be more like God. Original, creative, spontaneous, compassionate. I hope to develop those internal sensors, and help others to see the humanity within. We shouldn't turn our backs on our creator, when we do, we fear, we misjudge, we live less than human lives.

It's a personal challenge for each of us to find that happy medium between the demanding high-tech world and the inner one of spirit, but, as we see in all these films, humanity is demonstrated as love and compasssion.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Apart


Apart
Originally uploaded by Intervisions.


Apart

D________ A
You came to me
E7 __________ G
Swept in by the tide
D _____________ A
A swirl of jelly marbles
E7 ______ G _______ D
Pebbles posted far and wide

Saw you in the sunlight
On foam you sank and rose
Searched and waited for you
In the naked light I froze

G_______E
Drifting over
G ______ E
Heart to heart
G ____ E
So together
G __ D
So apart

Alone in open water
Olive ribbons near and far
Glitter something realer
I’ll be for you at the start