This morning it dawned upon me that I’ve set a chess board for myself, and I’m playing both sides. Professionally I’ve trimmed back my activities to the few that I can do best, but they’re in direct competition for my attention.
I’m in the process of growing my consulting practice, while experiencing a creative and entrepreneurial tug. Both lines of business have to do with my writing talent, but work opposite sides of the brain. My consulting work requires me to think like a small business owner, pour over Quickbooks, and obsess about taxes, cashflow and new customer acquisition.
The more creative side project is about content curation, developing a community and having an eye for what is cool and cutting edge. These two are not polar opposites, but there’s no easy way to make them work in tandem. I’m spending lots of time online (nothing new there), but it’s a matter of focusing my efforts to achieve a client’s goals, or to treat myself as the client.
The metaphor is striking. On the one hand, it’s an intellectual and emotional challenge. On the other, I can’t lose if I execute well. I am carving out a life for myself where online
I love to write. I love plot and strategize. More than anything I’m committed to getting myself professionally established and having a career on my terms. I’ve never been good about saying no to cool opportunities. It’s a trait that goes back years. At this point, fortunately I suppose–these are opportunities I’ve created for myself, and ones I definitely intend to see through.
Posted on : 23-10-2012 | By : Chikodi Chima | In : Errata
Around every corner is mystery, excitement and wonder. After two years I heard from a whom I never thought I would speak to again. Just about the last person in the world I thought I would hear from. If you’re the one other woman in the world who I don’t expect to hear from, you could make a strange day even more unusual.
Posted on : 03-10-2011 | By : Chikodi Chima | In : Errata
What difference does 30 years make in the evolution of breakdancing?
These two videos should speak for themselves. Above you can see the finals of The Notorious IBE, an international breakdance exhibition held yearly in the Netherlands since 1998.
Courtesy of the homie Rob Flow is a throwback video from the movie Beatstreet, showing a choreographed breakdance battle in a 1980s New York City nightclub.
While you can see shreds of the past in the moves of the IBE dancers, it’s really amazing to see just how far the art has come in the intervening years. The power moves are infinitely more powerful, the technical skills more precise, more daring and more enthralling, and the swagger more swaggerific. Oh, those kids have some swagger, indeed. It’s also interesting to see how today’s breakers dress a lot more hipster, with tight pants, skater shoes and keffiyehs, all part of their outfits. Long gone are the days of the matching track suit.
All praise due to the pioneers of the art form, without whose invention none of today’s mastery would be possible. Still, from watching the two videos it really feels like watching two separate millennia, not just two time periods separated by 27 years.
Posted on : 03-09-2011 | By : Chikodi Chima | In : Errata
These kids kill it. They’re 22-years-old, from Paris, and really about to take the world by storm. It’s also worth mentioning that they stand 6’4″ tall.
I hate to say it, but when I watch them dance with most other dancers, it makes me mad, because Les Twins are so much better than anyone else out there. Think L.A. Krumping from David LaChappelle’s classic street dance film Rize, with more than a little Oakland Turf Dancing, with a whole lot of extra swagger. There’s still much life in hip hop culture. Bear witness.
Seven miles per gallon is a slow, hard way to get to the Playa at Burning Man. It hasn’t stopped thousands of people who are planning to spend their Labor Day Weekend in Black Rock City this year, and it hasn’t stopped us.
We’re fortunate, because our ‘Burnerbago’–a 1978 Winnebago Roadmaster–is clocking 10 miles per gallon on a journey of more than 300 miles. With a little luck, we will only have to fill up the 24-gallon tank twice before we reach Black Rock City. While 10 miles per gallon fuel efficiency is hardly something to brag about, an armada of similarly thirsty RVs, buses and campers will be parked on the Playa, turning Black Rock City overnight into Nevada’s fourth largest city.
For many Burning Man attendees, called ‘burners,’ the journey itself is an annual pilgrimage. While we’re traveling by RV, there are many pilgrims who make the trip by train, fly or share rides through services like Waze, both to track and coordinate travel arrangements. But because the festival is approximately seven hours drive from San Francisco, and 100 miles North of Reno, there’s no simple way to get there.