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15 Minute Friends

I've been doing this Uber thing for a few weeks and it's fascinating. Truly fascination, like sitting in a sports bar by yourself. In a sports bar you can hear people talk about things they think are bad-ass. I just heard this guy tell his friend about AC/DC's lead singer problems and getting tickets to Tesla after 20 years of procrastination. He was deep and passionate about it. This guy truly enjoyed his conversation and I enjoyed not being distracted, which gave me the capacity to eavesdrop appropriately. The two hot chics across the bar from me really enjoyed trying to convince the barkeep that it was happy hour. They enjoyed it even though it was apparent that they ran the same routine for at least the past 30 years. Maybe they were sisters that grew up in the 70's. They were drinking beer straight from the bottle. It was Ultra though. I guess that means they they are down to earth but still have to maintain a figure. Mall walkers. They enjoyed it. This particular sports bar always has a guy in a sports jersey and a guy in a cowboy hat. Always at the bar but never in the same group.

The setting is interesting, but not fascinating. It's loud, commotion everywhere, they're laughing and drinking, and there are no less that 50  people within earshot.

Inside of your car is private. It's secluded and quaint. It's dark and reserved, it's different every time. That's why it is really interesting, intriguing.
When you drive
before midnight
after midnight
after 2

Where you are
the bad part of town
the good part of town
the bar

Way late in the good part of town you can find the walk of shamers. They take Uber now, just so you know. I'm amazed they they actually tell the Uber driver what they're doing. I mean, no one says "I just hooked up with this guy that I met in the bar and we went to his place. It was cool for a while but he didn't want me sleeping there all night". But they are pretty honest.

Photo Booth Day #1

This thing is cool. I got the idea to build a Raspberry Pi based Photo Booth that controls a pro-grade camera and prints the results of a few shots. Turns out that the RPi is a full-on beast and the possibilities are endless.

I'm remoted in to the RPi from my desktop making at all work on day 1.

After looking at this thing it seems that I should be able to post to Blogger, FB , and captures some pretty decent contact list info. 

I'll be ruling social media soon.

Yep, this makes me happy.

Thinking About Design

I got to thinking about how to improve my book cover and realized that undone know a thing about designing a book cover. The obvious thing to do is to read a blog, right? That's what I thought. I found Humble Nations @ http://humblenations.com/ did a good job of confirming just what I had suspected: I'm clueless about design.

I was hasty publishing. Very hasty because I was up against some deadlines that had nothing to do with this book, or any book. Basically I imposed a deadline on myself for a pretty bad reason. I was excited to get it on the shelf... Now that I have a bunch of extra time I am rethinking some of those decisions.

The book is all about the layman businessman figuring things out that are outside the skill set of the business. That means you are trying to cut your cost by doing everything you can yourself. It save you cash and it is more fulfilling. But you might do it twice, or three times, before you are comfortable with the results. So, here I am with a book on the Internet about marketing your business on the Internet and my cover sucks. See that linkage? I'm not expert at this stuff, but I am learning at every turn and I will be an expert with the help of the tools that are readily available on the Internet.

Internet, Internet, Internet...

That's funny, right? I'm getting an oil change at the dealership. Ms. Marie's Jeep was behind on recalls and services so here I am sitting for two hours. So, I'm filling my idle time thinking about how to get more out of my business. All of my businesses. On the Internet. I'm on the Internet trying to figure out how to better promote my book about promoting your business on the Internet. This Internet thing is big.

Back to the point. I haven't solved anything except for thinking about the irony. The original book cover was made from a word cloud. They are neat to play with so I got caught up in the neatness and some other geeky people though so too. So I took the first half of the book and pasted it into a website to get a picture of the words all jumbled up. It looks neat to me but doesn't do anything but puts some words out there. It wasn't a very smart move and I wish that I hadn't been so hasty. Have you ever said that to yourself? This is my first time, but anyway. All I needed was a cover with a title and my name. That's exciting. I had a cover with my name on it! But it is ugly. It is ugly. No doubting that, but I didn't think it mattered. It matters. I say that a lot in the book.

Now I have to figure this thing out. But i have no idea how to do it. I will. Soon.

But now my oil change is done. 

Labels

I am really put off by labels. They are everywhere and people wear them with such pride. Scroll your timeline and you'll see a few memes letting you know how crazy the poster is. Is it attractive to be crazy? When did it become favorable to be outside the norm? Isn't crazy the same as deranged: not logical? You cannot be a contributing member of society and be crazy. Moreover, you cannot be crazy sometimes. We must refrain from putting ourselves in these groups defined by labels because it is fashionable. There is a social responsibility that we all share and the first thing that we have to do is shed the labels.

Nevertheless, that's just a transitional thought. Look at a few of the big labels: Democrat, Republican, Democratic Socialist, Feminist, LGBT, White, Black, Caucasian, Atheist, Bitch, man, woman. It is hard to believe how much effort people are willing to exert in order to fit squarely into a category and be clearly defined by that label. Have you talked to a Crossfitter lately? If so then, for God's sake, don't tell them that you ran any further than 800 meters this morning.

As a white man, I am in the majority. I always have been. Presumably, I have gotten every loan that I've ever asked for and I didn't even have to pay interest on it. Certainly, I've had every opportunity available to the masses presented on a menu prepared just for me. Therefore, I cannot identify with anyone else other than rich white men. I wear that label. However, I didn't pin it on my shirt. I didn't have to because I was born this way. So, point and laugh. Throw some rocks or something. You can because of my label. Oh, and by the way, if you call me a Caucasian then you are subscribing to a derogatory term given to non-Aryans by a German in the late 1700's. I've never been to the Caucasus region. I don't know anything about it and I don't have any ties to it.

Politics, parenting, or just getting through the day; we are all facing the same struggles. But we can't admit it because we are so divided. It must be my team, my label; you can't understand because you are not like me. You can't feel the pain that I feel because you can't understand me. Empathy is hard to understand but it is really the key to breaking through the labels. It's the closest that we can hope to get to understanding, but it's good enough.

Here's a thought, an actual thought that didn't come from a meme: let go of the label and understand that when you create a team you also create an opponent.

Unless you are a horse, fuck your team.

First Week Is In The Bag

90 copies sold the first week! I'm so stoked! 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BWDHV5A?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660