July 29, 2010

High Anxiety

As a seasoned commuter in the Puget Sound Megalopolis, I try to lessen the High Anxiety by breaking the trip down into a point to point scenario. I don’t think too far ahead. Just make it to the next marker. Hopefully the little successes will add up and out number any failures and by days end (now home),

I’ll feel like a winner.

Keep it simple, (A) the points you dread, you know the one’s that are a ‘role of the dice’ everyday where anything is possible and likely to happen. When you successfully get by these with little or no incident, you win. Then you have (B) the High Anxiety points, when you pass these babies it’s a major mental catharsis and you spontaneously burst out loud,

“I’m free, I’m free, I’m finally free!”

One nagging question I’ve had for many years driving through Seattle is who in the heck decided that at the very point where you pass through the center apex of the states largest lovely city via its number one thorough fare, that spot should be marked with a Convention Center over the top of said freeway creating an eternal unalterable tunnel and choke point?

I was contemplating all that this morning.

Everyone merging from the left wants to be on the right, everyone on the right needs to be immediately on the left to make the Mercer St exit to our totally revitalized and chic (or is that sheik?) South Lake Union neighborhood.

In the tunnel everyone instantly becomes anxious to jam it to the floor and bust loose from the pack.

And oh!, let’s keep this thing interesting, throw in a few Semi’s that want the middle lane, a bus from the left that needs to exit right onto Olive St, then another that’s merging left from Olive St and cuts across all four to get to the commuter lane. This makes for a pretty exciting half mile most mornings.

When this bus passes me…

ANXIETY
WILL INCREASE YOUR PERCEPTION OF WAIT TIME

Education comes from all angles BECITYWISE…

Nice ad by City University of Seattle

How totally appropriate…

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If I were a rich man…

If I were a rich man…

Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.

Remember those lines? I do…

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I’d build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,

Right in the middle of the town.

A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.

There would be one long staircase just going up,

And one even longer coming down,

And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

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A story, in comparison, far more compelling than a recession for sure…

Remember the story… When the weight of the world became overwhelming (and in the story that was often), Tevye had long conversations with God. He never answered, but God did listen, and that was more than the milkman’s wife Golde, who constantly demonstrated to him the flaws of his logic.

Fiddler on the Roof

These days I’m trying to lighten the load. After years of owning homes, I live in (what I affectionately call my place, a small) condo. I’m downsizing storage and cleaning out closets and going through boxes that have survived so many moves over the years I’ve lost track. Most of them, including this one, are all now in the ‘miscellaneous’ category. Yes, it says kitchen (on one end), music (on the top, crossed out), misc. computer parts (on the other end), and books (scribbled on the side). A true testament to life’s travels, changes, economies, and past relationships.

This box contains none of the above.

It’s a treasure hunt of sorts, a bunch of sentimental little souvenirs, a kaleidoscope of memorabilia with a street value of $0.00. Yet, they survived somehow for years and decades. I ponder that for a moment and feel, “I am so totally weird, hopeless, and helpless.” I hope my time is not running out to realize my dreams.

“Of all things I no longer have, how did these things survive?” I wonder…

I rummage though the brick-a-brack and come across a program for the musical Fiddler on the Roof.

It’s from college back in the very early 70’s and it’s autographed by everyone in the production. I played guitar in the orchestra. Those were magical times, I’ve never forgotten. It’s part of my myth, my mantra for life, it’s totally integrated into my personal philosophy. I put the program in the box, close the lid, say goodbye to the past one more time and back into the closet it goes.

Not today. I’ll deal with you another day.

Okay, so you went down memory lane, and today you believe essentially as you always have. The cornerstone of the American Dream is owning a home, not a house, but a home. It’s not an investment like a commodity, it’s my abode. You’ll find me here. This is my castle. I live here. I’ve changed poopy diapers, rocked out, cried, laughed, had BBQ’s, made music, loved and danced.

Equity can be calculated in numerous ways, but exactly by the dollar to be made is never the way.

There are other avenues of investment, like one’s own life. I feel like a whimp sometimes when I think of my grandparents and great grandparents. I’ve checked the dates. Media would have told you then that you couldn’t have picked a worse time to buy. But they did it anyway, they bought it and/or built it. They wanted the dream and they went for it. They gambled, they made it happen. 

Those are the places of my youth and most fond memories, the wellspring of my strength. They demonstrated that dreams have more power than any economy.

If I were a rich man…

Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.

July 27, 2010 (originally published on ActiverRain)

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Web 3.0… Here we come.

Seattle… “Is your head in the cloud? Are your feet on the ground?”

Seattle... Your head in the cloud. Are your feet on the ground?

Driving to work this morning the tall buildings had their tops in the clouds. Ah, clouds, it got me to thinking about Google’s purchase of Metaweb a few days ago.

Metaweb invented Freebase, a massive semantic database using what it calls “entities” that improve search by distinguishing between singular terms that can mean several different things. In essence (and for the lack of a better term) Web 3.0 will turn the internet into a giant searchable database and our browsers into personal search assistants.  

Instead of making separate searches and sifting through the results, we’ll type in a few sentences about what we’re looking for and what we want to do and the browser will analyze and search for relevant answers and organize it into a scenario. For all practical purposes, we’ll be having a conversation with our browser.

“I’m looking for a used compact car under $8,000 with less than 120,000 miles on it and after that I want to go to lunch, no fast food, either Mexican or Pho. Then I need to stop by a hardware store to pick up some potting soil for my deck plants.

The browser will do the search for you knowing your location, likes and dislikes, find and analyze what it thinks are the best results based on your history of likes and dislikes, distance, time of day, price, and proximity to each location for you, then present a few scenarios for you to chose from and/or respond to that you can tweak. This will be a big departure from our current search methods and habits online.

I’m excited and will be really interested to follow, yet I admit, there’s a little voice in my head that’s concerned. “Is my browser going to be way smarter than me?”

How about you?

Google Buys Metaweb for Better Search Results

July 20, 2010 (originally published on ActiverRain)

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July 23, 2010

Localism 101, or is that Colloquialism 101?

One thing I really love about what I do is the opportunity to travel around the region and talk to real estate professionals in their community;

And there’s nothing like a good social media marketing conversation to quickly peel through the colloquial layers and get right down to the local state of the onion.

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col·lo·qui·al   [kuh-loh-kwee-uhl]  –adjective

1. characteristic of or appropriate to ordinary or familiar conversation rather than formal speech or writing; informal.

2. involving or using conversation. 

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One Way - Stop

I am so jazzed when I enter into a conversation about the dynamics of a hyper-local market place. The issues and concerns of our clientele, learning who’s considered to be ‘the players’, who fess’s up that they feel technically challenged, who has issues with the internet, privacy, and  it’s endless array of sites, tools, applications, and how will I ever have time to do this?

Let alone the divergent concerns expressed by local consumers who act (or more often react) to the news and goings on within their community. We all have an opinion.

When you’re face to face in their environment, see their surroundings, hangout in their office for awhile and talk, experience their traffic, their economy, and smell the air; you get a deepened sense of the unique social fabric that binds them.

Woman on corner

We live in interesting globally connected times and on the surface that implies we (more or less) see and experience things the same everywhere. You know, the whole global village thing. That’s true to an extent, yet we physically live in ‘a place’, a community, which defines itself (and us) through a daily conversation taking place by it’s inhabitants. A lot of that conversation is driven by the geography and it’s proximity to resources and other communities. The climate and weather, employment, culture, history, where it’s inhabitants came from, recreation, life style (the communities collective attitude) all play their part. They shape the conversation we are attracted to, or ignore.

Downtown Seattle from Beacon

It’s true, social media redefined local. Any group of people that band together (online) around an idea no matter how many or where they are on the planet, is now local. I believe that also, yet that’s a virtual local (not quite physical). Much of what shapes our lives and our perception of the world, sustains our views, and impacts our attitudes, is generated within our particular geographic location, its people, events, and the conversation it has that we experience on a day to day basis.

Traveling around the Pacific Northwest I don’t find extreme differences from place to place, yet all the same each community, each geographic locale, has it’s own unique flavor and demographic. It’s the smaller, often more mundane things that create that local flavor and interest me.

For example, I grew up in Renton… The dictionary pronounces it [Ren-tn] (that’s kinda close), but that’s not how a real local pronounces it. Real locals say [Ren(t)-n]. The “t” finishes the tongue in readiness for the “n”. It stays on the roof of the mouth and doesn’t release to make the ‘tuh’ sound. It’s mostly silent, followed by a strong “n”

When I hear it pronounced [Rent’n], [Ren-tun], or [Ren-town] I can safely assume pawdner,

“You’re not from around these parts, are you?”

Or like this morning (a fabulous example), I was in Puyallup (it baffles many) hosting a social media conversation. We pronounce it locally as [pyoo-al-uhp], but depending on where you come from, I’ve heard [Pew-ee-allup] (like the church pew), [Poo-allop] (we all know about poo), [Poo-ee-allup], and [Pie-ul-up]… I love this. It signifies to me the real (on the street) salt of the earth colloquial conversation. 

 I was caught one time on this very same thing in Oregon and the room totally cracked up when I made my feeble early attempt at pronouncing Scappoose.

Here in the Puget Sound area, especially over the past 20 years, we’ve experienced a great influx of people who have moved here from everywhere on the planet. The social fabric of our region has become a very rich and intricate mosaic of diverse cultures who are now part of the personality of our region.

Space Needle in blue

Opportunity will be realized by those who are willing not only to adopt the emerging technologies of communication, but practice them. They will emerge as leaders if they understand, listen, and participate. They will be inclusive not exclusive. They will win the day because they fundamentally get as a core value their communities collective colloquial conversation. They are local and their view is global, and they share themselves within this evolving context.

That’s why being a spokes-person for localism is so vitally important and powerful. 

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July 21, 2010

The Narrows in Summer Fog…

The Narrows Bridge…

The Narrows in Summer Fog

Out of the office today and headed for Gig Harbor, Washington for a day of social media marketing with Amy Kalafatich at The Talon Group. A new wave of real estate professionals are discovering the necessity of having a good online presence. 

The dynamics of relationship building are essentially the same as they’ve always been, but where they start and how they develop has changed. So much of our conversation within a group or community takes place online now. We speak to each other in person and live over phones, yet more and more via texting and over the web through networks. A lot of our conversation is asynchronous. We say something and may get an instant reply, or it may be later like a minute, an hour, day, or years later.

One of the principles of successful web or social media marketing is understanding how to put a conversation out there that people can find when they’re searching for their wants and needs. Be the conversation taking place that they want or need to find. As always in real life, you have to be able to deliver the goods. Yet your asynchronous conversation online can be a powerful tool of attraction and opportunity.

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July 18, 2010

A thriving vibrant downtown say’s a lot about a community.

When the recession hit here in Renton, Washington a couple of years ago the evidence was immediate in old downtown. In less than a year it seemed every 4th or 5th door was closed and there was a For Rent sign in the window. My heart went out to these small shop merchants. I use to be one. Back in a different recession in the 70’s I had a small music store, Renton Guitar Studios. I didn’t make a ton of money in those days, but as a young man in his early 20’s I was the proud owner of my own business.

 

As I drove past the empty storefronts I’d wonder where the owners are. What do you do after you close up shop? Good jobs are tough to get out there, so what do you put on your resume? “I had a small shop downtown for a few years, went broke because of the economy, and had to close.” (Ouch) I hope they’re okay and found something. I’m sympathetic, I’ve had my own bumps this last year.

Anyway, it hurt to see this decline. Renton was having a renaissance. It was vibrant with restaurants, cafes, bars, and all kinds of small shops, and yes its plethora of antique stores. After a number of years in stagnation, it was exciting to witness a rebirth.

 

I’ve noticed over the past couple of months driving through downtown that businesses are once again moving in. Vino’s Italian Restaurant is back after closing a couple of years ago, across the street there’s a new Tailoring and Alterations shop, and a new hair styling salon. N-Time Music Productions opened up in what use to be one of the towns two flower shops. They give music lessons and have a recording studio where you could produce your next hit single. On a warm evening it’s not unusual to see a crowd of young people outside talking it up.

 

A Pho restaurant, a Cookie Coffee and Tea place. Tyrannosaurus Records is an independent label and music store that promotes local musicians, the Spotlight Dance Studio, and we have an honest to goodness hamburger joint again, 5 Guys Burger and Fries. We haven’t had one of those downtown downtown for several decades when we use to Cruse the Loop. (I better not go there, I’ll really date myself.)

 

All in all, I’m very excited for downtown Renton. A thriving vibrant downtown say’s a lot about a community. It promotes a real sense of identity and belonging, and it’s good for real estate too…

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July 16, 2010

Eastlake & Lynn

Just a half block from work on a Friday morning. It’s gray and cooler this morning, but not raining. When I got off the freeway at Lakeview Ave I got hit by a sprinkler. It startled me and got my adrenalin pumping. Direct hit across the windshield from about 50 feet.

Eastlake & Lynn

Headed for the office: The Talon Group, 2345 Eastlake Ave E…

July 16, 2010
Seattle, WA 98102

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Music Concrete

Friday morning and yahoo the traffic is light. Headed north through downtown Seattle, coming up on Madison St, and headed for the Eastlake neighborhood.

I love the patchwork of grids the buildings create. It reminds me of music. When I was at Soundwork Studio on Capitol Hill, and the Center for Contemporary Music at Mills College in Oakland, California, I wrote and performed several electronic, tape, and computer music pieces based on number squares, fractals, golden section, and Fibonacci sequences. The music scores looked similar.

Seattle-Skyline-VBC

In the tradition of Music Concrete, I loved mixing found sound (sounds of nature and the city) with synthesizers and traditional instruments.

Seattle, Washington July 16, 2010 @ 7:45 AM
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July 15, 2010

The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle…

The upside for working late today is the traffic is light and I make record time getting home… Heading south on Interstate 5 around 7:00 PM the sky is a wonderful shade of blue and there’s ol’ Miss, her Majesty, Mt Rainier in the background. I’m at the northern end of Boeing Field.

Mt Rainier from I5

I’m cracking myself up remembering as a kid watching ”Here Come the Brides” (1968 - 1970). As corny as it was, we thought it was so cool that there was actually a national TV show that was about Seattle, we hardly missed an episode.

The show was actually based (very loosely) on a true story. Asa Mercer (Mercer Island, Mercer Street etc.) brought young women from New England to Seattle in 1864 to be teachers and hopefully brides for the mostly male early settlers. They were known as the “Mercer Girls” …

Perry Como had a big hit on the theme song in 1969.

The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle.

Funny today as I’m driving down the freeway the lyric rings (in a kinda wacky funny way) true…

Full of hopes and full of fears
Full of laughter full of tears
Full of dreams to last a year… in Seattle…

Maybe we think they’re so blue because most of the time they’re grey… Yet, a beautiful day is a beautiful day… enjoy.

I better clean my windshield.

July 15, 2010
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July 14, 2010

and the wind cries Mary

and the wind cries Mary…
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past?

The Pacific Northwest I grew up in was a quainter place, once upon a time. I was driving into Seattle passing an old familiar landmark today, the Chinook Motel. It was a Mom & Pop place, built in 1952. As I recall there were 8, or maybe 10 units. The owners (in the early years) lived on site in their home which included the lobby. There use to be a lot of places like this in the area.

It was located in an area of south Seattle a couple of miles out of Renton. The area has gone through several incarnations as the economy has gone up and down over the years. I find it interesting to watch transitions. I’m curious, “when exactly was the tipping point that brought change?” When did this once thriving family business become obsolete? It’s been closed now for several years and was purchased in 2005 by an investment group.

The Chinook Motel

Today my mind is more about the quaintness of such places and especially their names. The Chinook Motel, how Northwest is that? We rarely use names like that around here any more. We’re just so cosmopolitan now. Most names now ring of technology, the future, or every town everywhere.

Before chains and franchises we used names with a very local resonance. Business names were either family or often included words that conjured up images of the great outdoors like timber, river, sky, and mountain. Words like Cedar, Rainier, Snoqualmie, Green, Tahoma, Puget Sound, Pacific Northwest, Cascade, Nisqually, and Chinook were common. Words that were distinctly ours, we grew up with them. They were given to us by the indigenous peoples and the early settlers.

Even the road has had several name changes over the years. When I was a kid it was Dunlap Canyon Rd, then Sunset Highway, then State Route 900, and for the past several years, it’s known as Martin Luther King Jr. Way.

Change is change, not necessarily bad or good. “Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’, into the future”, as Steve Miller once put it. Perhaps I’m a little sentimental this morning, yet more so, I find it interesting to think about what it was and what it became.

“Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past?”*

*from the song, The Wind Cries Mary, by Jimi Hendrix 

July 14, 2010
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