Hello!

I know it's been ages since I posted here, but today seemed the right time to make a comeback.

Californians: Today's our big moment. Let's make it happen.

Obama

Years ago, I was in a band called Hamotam and I had an enormous beard like Sam Beam and a homemade mohawk. Our motto was never the same song twice, and we essentially would all take the stage with no set plan, and start jamming on various instruments none of knew how to play led by semi-maniacal front man, mr. matthew rampage. Real time improvisation. Non-musicians making music. It was all very puzzling, and ended badly in a cocaine and methamphetamine-fueled cycle of self-destruction that sent two of the founding members off packing, homeward bound to live with parents. Harper and I had skipped out long before that. We didn't like to snort things up our nose, and the madness was just too much. There was talk of touring Europe, for example, a preposterous notion. Of becoming famous, and playing at The Greek, even more ludicrous. The "music" wasn't even bad, it was utterly unlistenable. An assault on your ears and senses. Completely horrifying. It was the kind of premise only someone mired a deep in dark black hole of addiction could possibly entertain. At some point, the actors forgot they were engaging in a joke, in guerilla theater of sorts, and began to actually believe that it was a band. That what we were making was music.It was grotesque, and I felt betrayed by my friends. I began to hate them and their antics. Although I had left already, the madness still followed. There were angry phone calls. Threats. I owned hamotam.org, our domain, and when one of the principals discovered this, he threatened to sue me. He left obscene comments all over my blog. By this point it was just he and one other guy, and I couldn't be bothered anymore. Cocaine, it's a hell of a drug. Methamphetamine too.

Not long afterwards, we left for Asia. The fellas all went their separate ways, and each in his own time got his head straight. One remains one of my best friends whom I see all the time. Another is still a close, close friend, although we rarely talk. The third, well, things happen. Sometimes you say things you can't take back. When I came home again, after six months abroad, I was, quite honestly, glad they were gone. Glad it was over. Glad everyone, finally, seemed to have their shit together. And I didn't miss it. At all.

But now, I look back on that period. We were all blogging and writing and making music and art. Hanging out constantly in a tight-knight circle of friends. And, despite the drama and the madness, I miss it. I miss that creative rush. That buzz.

And every once in a while, I get hit right in the forehead with a reminder. A couple of weeks ago, one of my friends sent me this file. A relic from that era. It's our frontman, rampage, who after some voice talent failed to show, was pressed into the service of pitching Crazy Glow. I smiled when I saw it, and dropped it into iTunes, then promptly forgot about it.

And then yesterday morning, while I was working, it came on in the shufffle. And I thought of Hamotam, and Matthew and Jeff and Ezra and Harper and me. Onstage at the Hotel Utah. In front of a crowd at the Cafe International. Playing astride the Mckinley Statue in the panhandle. Playing in the sun in Golden Gate Park. At parties and on street corners.

It was madness, it was madness, it was madness. And, oh, how I miss it so.

01 crazy glow!

rampage!

Like all good San Franciscans, we spy on our neighbors. Well, spy may be a bit strong. But we are familiar with them. We have nicknames, even. The nicknames started when Harper hurt her back and was largely confined to bed for a year. The neighbors became like her TV show, there being no TV in the bedroom. She was living Rear Window. Complete with our own cast of characters: the couple, comic book store guy neighbor, the girl who is always at home, the big oaf, and, our favorite, the boy. The boy started off as a normal college-age boy. He played guitar. He drank beer with friends, and grilled on his porch. One night, he almost got into a fight with The Big Oaf outside on the sidewalk. (I broke this up, by yelling out the window. "Shut up!" I didn't really care about he noise at all, truth be told. I did it to forestall a fight, re-directing their mutual aggression at me, rather than each other. The Boy would have gotten his ass kicked, and that would have made me sad.)

But then, at some point, The Boy quit being a boy, and started being a user. I'm not quite sure when that was, but it was certainly when Harper's back was still hurt to the point she was largely confined to bed, so at least a year and a half. He quit going out. He quit having friends over, and more and more of the time, he just sat motionless in front of his computer, for hours on end. Not typing. Just staring straight ahead, holding a mouse in one hand. I took the picture below on the left in March. The one on the right was taken last night.

Bicycle!

Hello, new bicycle

Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle, bicycle!

I signed up with Team in Training last year due to my friend Lisa White, and her struggle with leukemia. She lost that fight over the weekend. This is a letter my friend Rob sent out this morning.

Hello friends

On Saturday, Lisa White lost her 20 month battle with leukemia. She
was at home, surrounded by her family and friends. She fought til the
end (no surprise if you knew her), and went out on her own terms. Lisa
was the sweetest most caring person I've ever known, and I had the
immense gift and privilege of knowing her my whole life.  She had a
gorgeous smile and a laugh that could brighten your week. She
championed the philosophy of enjoying life and taught us not to take
it so seriously. She lives on in the many many many lives she touched.

All of your support for her, her family and her friends throughout
this ordeal has been appreciated. On a personal note, all of your
support for me has been so so great and I thank you all for your love,
your sweet emails and phone calls, your compassion and your
understanding.

If you are in the Atlanta area, there will be a memorial service this
Wednesday, Nov. 22. Place and time to be determined. I will send out
another email to those who live close by. The info will also be posted
on her CarePage.  We are also setting up a page for donations to the
Bone Marrow Transplant organization in her honor.

Don't be sad for Lisa - she wouldn't approve. Instead, have a drink,
share a joke and tell people in your life what they mean to you. This
is how Lisa lived.

peace.
rob

Want to see who puts on the most miles? Then let's run. This challenge is open, so you should be able to sign up by following the link below.

Nnnneeeeeerrrrrrrrrrds!!!
Originally uploaded by Mat Honan

Harper and I went swimming together this morning at Aquatic Park. It's our seventh anniversary today. she had never swum the Bay before, and it was a glorious way to start the day off.

As we swam, I looked back on shore, and saw this group go Segging by. I didn't really know what was up, but it made me chuckle. After we finished swimming, we were changing in the parking lot when they Segged past again, this time right by the car. It was some sort of tour group--the woman in front was speaking over a walkie talkie that broadcast over each Segway. They each wore a safety vest and helmet--because, as everyone knows, riding along on the sidewalk at three miles per hour can be quite dangerous.

It was, quite possibly, the nerdiest thing I've ever seen in my life. And not in a good way.

Did I write any of the entries for Wired magazine's special Geekipedia issue (it will arrive with your October issue) you ask? Why, yes. Yes I did. And if you have a little time to kill today, I invite you to peruse at your pleasure:

Angels
Ajax
API
Carbon offsets
Cleantech
Cloudware
Crossovers -   (Ask a Ninja only in Crossovers)
Download Services
Hedge Funds
iPhone
Peak Oil
Podcasting
RSS
Twitter
Venture Capital 

Lace up your kicks and queue up a power song, voxers, because I've got another challenge going. (Somehow, I never manage to start them on the 1st of the month. Steph and Jenni were neck and neck  last month, with Steph pulling it off at the end.

But this month I'm writing a review for Runner's World, so I'm going to be stomping across the planet on a daily basis. Which means I'm going to destroy you. Or, maybe not. One way to find out: Join up.

If you ran last month, I already sent you an invite. Otherwise, you should be able to join the challenge via the NikePlus site (which, by the way, is quite awful; a real dog) I think you can just click through the challenge widget below. But if you have any problems, holla at me in the comments with your nike plus screen name and I'll send an invite.