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Exile in Atlanta Archive: April 2001

Monday, April 30, 2001

Random Blurbs
From TNT: "See the story of a woman who started out a warrior and became much much more." Now that really tells you a lot. That reminds me of my all-time favorite blurb. When I lived in San Francisco, I was watching late night tv and there was a teaser for a local network affiliate's early morning chat show: "Multi-orgasmic women, tomorrow on This Morning." I kid you not.

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Posted by therman @ 10:27 PM EDT

Sunday, April 29, 2001

Atlanta by Motorcycle
I've been riding motorcycles for 21 years now; and for the last 10 years motorcycles have been my primary mode of transportation. During this time, I've never had a motorcycle accident. When I lived in the Bay Area, I commuted over the Bay Bridge from Oakland to San Francisco nearly every work day--rain or shine--for 3 straight years. On the freeways in California you're allowed to "lane split," that is ride between cars in between marked lanes. During the decade or so I commuted by motorcycle in the Bay Area, I could count on my hands and toes the number of times I came across drivers who tried to injure me, either as a result of indifference or active malice. As you might imagine, the majority of these people were car drivers resentful of lane-splitting motorcyclists who were going to be home eating dinner before they had finished crossing the bridge. I had people try to "door" me, grab me as I went by, "squeeze" me into another car as I came alongside them (I only count the times that I could see the driver's eyes watching me in their rear or side view mirrors on the "squeezes), and I even had one guy swerve and try and run me into a concrete barrier. When you look at the number of commutes, however, versus the number of people who tried to injure me, the percentages are actually pretty small.

Atlanta, however, is a completely different story. At least once a week I encounter a driver who I can tell sees me, either because of the manner in which they move their vehicle or because I can see their eyes focus on me, but who nonetheless does something that can hardly be characterized as other than an attempt to injure me. People regularly try to beat me across intersections, making left turns in front of me even when I've already entered the intersection, move into my lane even though I can see them watching me in their mirrors, run red lights while looking directly at me, you name the dangerous situation and it's happened to me.

These dangerous drivers seem to come in two flavors, those who simply don't care if they hit you and those who want you to have an accident. A perfect example of the former happened within a mile of my house about 1 year ago. I was headed east on 14th Street across the 75/85 overpass and entered the intersection with Williams on a green light. Just as I entered the intersection at about 35 mph, a police officer in an unmarked vehicle swung wide around a car stopped at the red light in the northbound right lane on Williams and made a right turn directly in front of me. I know he didn't miss seeing me since he looked directly at me as I blew my 120 decibel airhorn while working my brakes to avoid a collision. His eyes didn't even widen in surprise. It was clearly a matter of profound indifference to him whether he killed me or not. I also know that he wasn't on a call--not that that would be an excuse--because a block later I saw him pull into a gas station and fill his tank.

An example of the other type of dangerous driver also happened within less than a mile of my house about a month ago. Driving west on 14th coming up on the driveway for Georgia Public TV and GCATT, I noticed a guy talking on a cell phone while coming up the driveway towards 14th in his black Ford Expedition. As I came even with the driveway he continued to roll forward, looking directly at me as he talked on his cell phone. I tapped my horn, not giving the full effect, to remind him that I had the right of way. He stopped with the front of his SUV sticking into my lane and as I passed him by I could see him screaming curses at me. Stupidly, I gave him the bird and he pealed out behind me and proceeded to put his big Expedition about a foot off of my rear wheel as we came up on the traffic stopped at the intersection of 14th and Techwood. I flashed my brake lights to let him know I was going to have to stop but he kept right on coming. Finally, I had to deke out into the space between the lanes to avoid being rear-ended. Now, I know that I provoked this driver to some extent, but his response was not atypical for Atlanta drivers of this type.

So, what does this mean? I don't think there's a big lesson here, other than a strong reminder to drive defensively and not react to other drivers and their idiocy. It's just another example of why I dislike Atlanta.

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Posted by therman @ 07:36 PM EDT

Sunday, April 22, 2001

Cash Flow is King
In line with my rather pathetic previous entry, but on a different level, one of the things that I've learned as a small business person is that cash flow is king. It doesn't matter that you might have $250k in accounts receivable if you only have $10k in the bank when payday comes around. Learning to manage the flow of cash is, to my mind, one of the most difficult skills of the small business. It's one reason that we have to be very pushy about getting paid in a timely fashion. It's also one of the reasons why we demand payment up front for a portion of any work that we do. (Of course, we also want money up front to prevent clients from skipping out on their obligations. And if you don't think that happens, you're either luckier than we are or you've never been in business.) Another thing you learn as a small business person is that you always have to pay your employees before you pay yourself. They're counting on that cash and you're responsible for providing it.

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Posted by therman @ 12:34 PM EDT

Monday, April 16, 2001

Bills, Bills, Bills
Just finished paying a set of bills. Sometimes that is just so depressing.

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Posted by therman @ 09:10 PM EDT

Sunday, April 15, 2001

Stormy Weather
Starting around 2am last night, we've had a line of thunderstorms moving through Atlanta, and they're still coming. Jack, our dog, is terrified of thunder. He crawls under the covers while we are sleeping and despite the fact that temperatures in the house are quite warm. If the weather doesn't wake us up, then one of us will get too hot or roll over onto the drool puddle and kick him out. Then he tries to crawl under the bed, quite a difficult feat for an 80 lb. dog when the bed is only 8 inches high. Eventually, we have to lock him in his crate if we want to get any sleep. During the day, he tries to get under the couch, which is only a few inches higher than the bed. If we leave him alone when the weather is bad, we have to put his bed in the bathroom so he can nest there during any thunder storms. When we were on the West Coast, he never seemed to be afraid of thunder, but shortly after we moved to Atlanta there was a big fireworks show visible from our back deck here in Midtown and Jack was petrified. Ever since then, large booms cause him to cower in fear.

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Posted by therman @ 11:55 AM EDT

Friday, April 13, 2001

Why Do I Do It?
"I want to tell my infant son why my colleagues and I risk our lives: to try to do good. But is the risk worth it now that the journalism I know and love is dying?" By Christiane Amanpour via Brill's Content. A great article about everything that's right and wrong with journalism today. This is the only entry from my original blog that I think is worth carrying through to this new attempt. I've always been a fan, for lack of a better word, of Christiane Amanpour and this article confirms a lot of what I've always felt.

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Posted by therman @ 09:58 PM EDT

The Start
This is my first weblog entry using Greymatter. Hopefully, I will be a little better about keeping up this weblog that the previous one I did using Blogger. I suppose that I should admit that I'm not particularly good at keeping up journals of any sort. I've tried several times before, the aforementioned Blogger attempt being the most recent. When I went traveling in Europe in 1986, I bought a journal with the best of intentions. I think I made about 10 entries in it during the 10 weeks I was on the road. I tried keeping a dream journal for a while, but I probably only wrote down 2 or 3 in a year. In 1992, I bicycled over the Himalayas from Lhasa in Tibet to Kathmandu in Nepal and failed to keep a journal along the way (see the appropriately unfinished on-line description). I'm not quite sure what I intend this weblog to be about. But I guess I'll find out as things progress.

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Posted by therman @ 09:16 PM EDT

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