The past year was somewhat limited in terms of mountain adventures. But I’m determined to continue to sit in the city planted before the computer, networking at elite rooftop parties and pitching investors while attending protests, organizing with hippies and meeting with politicians. I’ll speak about activism and technology at high-price conferences in front of white men in business suits. And my website will get funding, and we’ll save the world, and make millions.
Or… it will fail. And I will be a ski instructor in Chile and wait tables at a surf resort in Bali.
And now it’s 2014. The fork in the road arrived, and I did not choose. Instead, I straddle two worlds.
I spent the past two weeks waiting tables at a ski resort on Mt. Hood, skiing after work, then heading back to the small efficiency above the taco shop in this tiny little mountain town, where I work on my startup for a few hours, then head down the street for a nightcap at the local pub surrounded by beautiful mountain people. Tomorrow, I head back down to Portland where I finish moving out of my previous home into my new Portland digs: a humongous house in a glamorous neighborhood on the edge of Laurelhurst park. I’m ‘house-sitting’ for the couple that have become my ideal website mentors (outspoken anarchists, successful media-tech entrepreneurs, and employees #1 & #2 at the company that became Twitter) while they spend a year working in Buenos Aires & Uruguay. I’m interviewing with a “socially conscious company accelerator” in Seattle, and visiting with an advisor up from L.A., chatting with a radio station about syndication of my website’s “Activist Event Update” radio minute, and having a Google hangout with my team, dispersed across multiple states. Then I head back up to my magical little mountain town, where I will skin and ski for a few hours on Friday, continue my online coding classes, then stalk the super cute telemark guy I met on New Years Eve. Saturday and Sunday I’ll wait tables for two 9-hour shifts, with a few ski runs before and after, spend Monday in a (hopefully) snow-drenched coffee shop on the computer, then head back to the city for some meetings, activism and river-front runs.
Firmly planted in two alternative universes. Yum.
Where this road will lead in 2014!?
Lindsay : )