Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley

Apr 09

Join me at GITPRO World Conference 2016

I will be presenting at GITPRO World Conference 2016 on April 23rd.

Creating Fun with Wearables, IoT, & MQTT

The purpose of this talk is to inspire an exploration of creativity utilizing the skills you already have and maybe some new ones to create and have fun doing it.  This is a 30 minute talk that is designed for all skill levels.  So if you are new to Wearables and IoT or an old pro just looking for new ways to think about things this talk is for you.

During this talk I will be presenting an interactive experience with a one of a kind wearable and discuss how I turned the wearable into an IoT device using MQTT.  I will discuss the path I traveled to create something new and how you can do the same thing.  This talk will also explore how to use your expanded skill sets in your projects.  

Explore, Create, & Play…Start today.

To register for this conference please visit the even site: GITPRO World Conference

GITPRO World Conference 2016

Nov 13

Y.T. Gets a Job


“Not interested!”

She glanced around the garage in hopes of a fast exit.  The semi circle of men stood behind Mr. Reuben with their hands clasped.  Each man standing within arm’s reach of the next.  Inside she could feeling the boiling cauldron of emotions starting to overheat.  However, her face remained composed.  This man sure had balls.  By putting her through that test he showed his disregard for human life unless there was some benefit for him.

“You have not yet heard what the job is.”  He stated with a calm and reserved tone.  

“I don’t give a fuck what the job is.”  she responded emphatically. The throbbing in her shoulder a constant reminder of what had just occurred.

Mr. Reuben looked her slowly up and down.  “Ok, fair enough.  I want you to find someone.”  

“Like I said, not interested!  If you want to hire me for my normal services then go through the proper channels.”  She was starting to lose patience and was now only considering the best way to extricate herself from this situation.  In the back of her mind she made a note that if he did happen to submit an official request she would deny it on principle alone.

“Very well. Might I suggest that you at least inquire about what I am offering for compensation.”   His mouth curved into another smile as he flourished his hand and gave the smallest bow.  “It has been a pleasure to meet you Ysolt.”  

He even pronounced it correctly, EE-solt.  Her mother had been a huge fan of classical literature and mythology.  Isolde was character from Arthurian legends that her mother had been particularly fond of.  Although she resonated with the meaning of the name which meant, fighting the ice battle.  What was so rare is everyone, even her own mother, called her Y.T.  The difference of pronunciation of the initials and the name always had everyone calling her why-solt.

The men behind Mr. Reuben parted as though they had been explicitly told Y.T. could leave.  On the far side of the empty garage she could see the brightly labeled exit sign. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the elevator out of the corner of her eye.  There was no way she was getting on that thing again.  Meeting Mr. Reuben’s eyes one last time she decided against saying everything that was really going on in her head in favor of just getting out of there.

Half way across the expanse of the garage she heard his voice. “100 billion credits”  Mr. Reuben didn’t raise his voice to compensate for the distance. In fact the next thing sounded more like a whisper. “And a Bauble.”  Y.T. stopped dead in her tracks.  Her brain went into instant overload.  She must have misheard him.  Bauble.  That was some serious tech.  She had followed the military project since the information had gone public.  Currently there were only five in the world.  Research had told her that four out of the five were already assigned.

The Bauble was a short baton much like police batons from about 200 years ago except much shorter.  A quick tap of the baton would transform it instantaneously into a full nano shield.  360 degrees of protection.  Not just any kind of protection either, full nano protection.  This shield could create a barrier invisible to the naked eye but capable of stopping a .50 caliber bullet. It also has modes for ultra privacy which will not allow your image to be captured. It can regulate the difference between ambient temperatures.  Basically you can become invisible and invincible with it.  The unbelievable part of the whole equation was that he was offering the last one to her.  The Bauble is paired with both your DNA and cranial neuro map thus making it impossible to reassign or be used by any other individual.  

Quickly she used her Contac to verify that there was really one remaining.  The records had not been updated.  She turned and looked at Mr. Reuben.  “You want me to find someone, right?”

He nodded an affirmative to her.  “Seems like you might be overpaying but who am I to judge.” she fired back sarcastically.

There was still a huge element of disbelief lingering.   Yes, he was definitely rich and well connected but to get that tech is a whole new level of being connected.   

Y.T. was still contemplating and assessing the risk factors of the job.  The test in the elevator had been the first indication of danger.  The offer of a Bauble showed how serious Mr. Reuben was.  Now it was her turn to look him up and down.  He still had that cool arrogant air about him. A man completely in control of his own universe.  Yet there was something niggling her in the back of her brain.  Why, out of all the people he could choose, did he choose her?   There had to be something else going on.  Her warning lights went on again.  Time to GTFO.  

He must have read the look on her face because before she could turn to leave again he had pulled a black object from his pocket and was holding it up for her to see.  It was a Bauble. The Bauble. The only one left unassigned.  It was that moment of desire that pushed away all logical thoughts of danger and consequences in favor of having this tech.

“So let’s just be clear.  I find the person and I get the Bauble and 100 billion credits? Just for locating the person?” she asked.

“Yes, but you will have to keep line of sight on him until my people can get to you.  In exchange I will give you the Bauble now and upon completion of the job I will transfer the credits.”

“Deal!” said Y.T.

As soon as the word came out of her mouth she realized she probably should have asked who she was searching for.  Before she had time to think about it too much he was shaking her hand.  Then he unceremoniously dropped the Bauble into her possession.  “His name is Johan. I believe you already have a reference to him in your Contac.”  With that he turned and entered the very same elevator she had just had just exited moments before.  His men all followed.  Just before the doors shut he said, “Oh and I do have a kill switch for the Bauble.” This totally took her off guard.  None of the research had said anything about a kill switch.  She made a note in her Contac to research it further.

“You can do it.” He said as the doors closed. She stood there alone in the garage staring down at the object in her hand.  Should she go after him and try to return it?  She already knew the answer and it didn’t bode well for her.  

Flipping over the small black baton in her hand she place her thumb on the top and immediately felt a sharp prick followed by what felt like an electrical surge.  She could feel the current rush up her arm and straight to her brain.  The electrical buzz got stronger and stronger until she was literally seeing stars in front of her eyes.  Her head felt like it might explode.  Just when she thought it might cripple her it ended and everything went back to normal.  She had read about this but the actual experience made the docs pale in comparison.

The Bauble was now bio-linked to her and her alone.  Now for a quick test to see if she had the real thing.   The nano tech had already assessed her brain and neurolgical patterns and bonded. All she had to do was think about what she needed and activate the baton.  Invisibility, she thought and tapped the baton on the concrete barrier next to her.  Everything felt just the same as before.  She had to get out on the street and double check.

By the time she exited the garage she had already jacked into the city cam feed and geo-located all cameras that might catch her.  She chose the four closest feeds.  Finding one that pointed right at the garage exit she rewound the feed 10 seconds and watched.  Sure enough she saw the door of the garage open but nobody came out.  She smiled.  Looking at a few other feeds she was satisfied that the cloaking aspect worked.  

She couldn’t believe she actually had her own Bauble.  She wanted to go show it off to some of her tech friends but decided to head back to her place and dig further into who this Johan person was.  There was no time limit for this job just one goal, find Johan.  She instructed her Contac to dig deeper into the extraneous research she had provided her client earlier.  Y.T. also instructed it to do a full extensive history on Mr. Reuben.   By the time she got home all the information should be on her server and sorted into something semi manageable.

Either she was the luckiest or most unlucky person, time would tell.

Oct 23

I will now boycott all Lionsgate studios content #LionsgateGate

Big studios like Lionsgate are using thing like DMCA to bully little people around.  I am including myself in the “little people”.  Here is my story.. that you won’t find on the internet because Lionsgate filed a FALSE claim against this site.

As most of you know I mainly use this site to share information about my time being a Google Glass Explorer.  There is other miscellaneous content as well.  One of the tools that I employ is something called IFTTT, If This Then That.  It is handy utility that allows me to post something one time and have it show up on multiple different platforms.

August 1st 2015

One of the IFTTT recipies I utilize is a script that says  IF “Google Glass” is mentioned on THEN post the information on my site.  The reason I set up this script was all so I could keep track of articles being written about Google Glass.  Well my little automated script found “Google Glass” in an article on Mashable about Lionsgate going after pirates of their movie. Original story on Mashable.

Here is a screenshot of the article as it was seen on my website.  I have since taken down the article for the purposes of having my site indexed again.


August 10th 2015

Lionsgate studios files DMCA take down notices against sites distributing Expendables 3 … but not just sites illegally distributing the movie. They also filed take down notices against everyone that mentioned they were coming after the pirates.  Way to shut down freedom of speech Lionsgate studio!

Here is a link to the notice they filed. As you can clearly see they mostly report the offending URL but for some reason they submitted the root domain  So they have cut off all search traffic to my domain from Google because I just spoke about them going after pirates. I am being treated like a pirate for doing nothing wrong!

As you can see unlike other domains they submitted my whole domain!

As you can see unlike other domains they submitted my whole domain!

By submitting my root domain they made it impossible for me to use the automated form Google provides.  How can I remove a root domain?!

August 14th 2015

I received this email from Google.

Google Logo

Message summary

Webmaster Tools sent you the following important messages about sites in your account. To keep your site healthy, we recommend regularly reviewing these messages and addressing any critical issues.

Notice of DMCA removal from Google Search


Google has been notified, according to the terms of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), that some of your materials allegedly infringe upon the copyrights of others. The URLs of the allegedly infringing materials may be found at the end of this message. The notice that we received, with any personally identifying information removed, may be found at

Please note that it may take several weeks for the notice to be posted on the above page.

The DMCA is a United States copyright law that provides guidelines for online service provider liability in case of copyright infringement. We are in the process of removing from our Google Search results the materials that allegedly infringe upon the copyrights of others. If we did not do so, we would be subject to a claim of copyright infringement, regardless of its merits. See for more information about the DMCA, and see for the process that Google requires in order to make a DMCA complaint.

If you feel that your sites or pages were mistakenly removed due to a DMCA request filed against you, or you have taken the necessary steps to remove the infringing content, Google can reinstate these materials into its search results upon receipt of either a DMCA Counter Notification form, or a Content Removed form.

To request reinstatement for a URL where the allegedly infringing content is still available, please fill out our DMCA Counter Notification form:

If you have removed the allegedly infringing content, you may fill out our Content Removed Notification form:

If you have legal questions about this notification, you should retain your own legal counsel. If you have any other questions about this notification, please let us know.

The affected URLs are listed below:


The Google Team

This email wasn’t discovered until a few weeks after I received it.  So I immediately submitted a counter response to Google.  By submitting a request for reinstatement I also had to agree to deal with this in court if Lionsgate still accuses me of piracy.

September 14th 2015

I submitted a request for reinstatement of my domain to Google Search and this was the response:

To: ME

Thanks for reaching out to us!

We have received your legal request. We receive many such complaints each day; your message is in our queue, and we’ll get to it as quickly as our workload permits.

Due to the large volume of requests that we experience, please note that we will only be able to provide you with a response if we determine your request may be a valid and actionable legal complaint, and we may respond with questions or requests for clarification.  For more information on Google’s Terms of Service, please visit

The Google Team

October 6th 2015

I received this follow up from Google:

To: ME
Thanks for Reaching out to us.
As described in 17 U.S.C. 512(g), we will forward the counter notification to the complainant. If we do not receive notice that the complainant has brought a court action within 10 to 14 days, we will reinstate the material in question.

The Google Team

October 23rd 2015


So now I wait.  Maybe at this very moment Lionsgate studios is going to file a lawsuit against me for something I had zero part it.  I can also prove this as I have all the traffic files from the web server since it was first turned on.

This is a prime example of abuse of power.  Everyone said this wouldn’t happen when the DMCA was passed in congress.  So I ask, where are my rights?

Where is my right to free speech?  Why didn’t the studio contact  me or have to provide some sort of request or even show a burden of proof that I had done something wrong.  Also if I had contemplated distribution of pirated material I most definitely would not have used my personal web site that has my very name in the domain. That would just be idiotic.  Also why did they submit my whole domain?  Does someone at the studio have a personal vendetta against me?

Here is another piece of irony.  Anyone that knows me can attest to the fact that I don’t watch many movies.  I never download them off the internet.  Every once in a while I will watch a movie on Netflix but even that is rare.  If I am in front of my TV it is to play video games as I much prefer an interactive experience.  My friends find it impossibly hilarious that I got accused of pirating movies.  Here is another fact: I haven’t even seen the movie “The Expendables 3”!  Nor will I ever.

I know I am just one small consumer among many but now I am going to let my voice be heard.  I will no longer watch any Lionsgate content!  Maybe just maybe some other people out there will vote with their dollars as well.

SAY NO TO EVILCORP! #LionsgateGate

Lesson: Say the words Lionsgate and piracy in the same sentence and you will be made to pay!


Oct 09

Non-Fan-fiction Fictitious Story

     As she stood in front of the elevator she paused briefly before answering the prompt in her Contac.  There was a grid of old fashion looking elevator buttons. The kind they used to have back in the good old days.  The one big difference was was this was only visible to her.  This morning when she woke up she had side loaded a small program she wrote a few years back that gave tech a truly retro look.  She was mildly amused at the big round backlight circles with a bold number on each one.   Baby tech still fascinated her.  Probably because it was so base.  Since she went with the retro program today it actually required her to reach out and make contact with a button. Normally her TaC would guide her right to the correct floor and even to the very cubicle in the building bypassing the need for the extra user interaction.  The corners of her mouth moved upward as she reached her hand into the empty space and pressed the button only she could see.  For a brief second she considered the people around her and what they might think was happening. Then she smiled fully because she didn’t care.

Stepping forward as the doors slid open in front of her she smiled again because she recognized immediately that out of everyone waiting for the elevators she was the only one going to the 42nd floor.  Lucky her!  It was an impossibly rare event to ride one alone.  It did make perfect sense though as the whole of the floor she was going to was occupied by just one person.  Stepping into the elevator she was suddenly overcome with a sense of Deja vu.  Impossible!  She had never been to this building before.  Let alone here with the retrogram running.  Seeing the lever and old brass fittings confirmed the impossible nature of the deja vu.  Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling.

     The motion was almost imperceptible as the elevator started moving up.  Just then a random thought crossed her mind.  If you ever wanted to fart in an elevator now was the time to do it.  She could be so childish at some moments.  Suddenly the elevator lurched unnaturally.  In that moment time seemed to freeze. The big brass lever started moving to the full stop position. The lighting flickered and died as the elevator came to a grinding halt.  That didn’t alarm her nearly as much as the fact that in that same instant her Contac completely went dark.  In fact all the input to her neural net had gone completely dark.  

     How was that even possible? Her brain struggled to find answers.  It just didn’t add up.  Contac’s didn’t go dark, ever.  The tech was powered by nanoization.  In layman’s terms it was a special nanotech that created the cation and anion reaction that allowed most micro devices to be powered without hooking into a battery or wired source of electricity.  The reality that her Contac had really gone dark hit as the the red glow from the emergency light faded into existence.  Within a few millisecond she could see the huge number 40 appearing on all four walls.  The fancy brass buttons were gone now.  All she could see was the flat walls in the dim glow.  Reaching her hand out she swiped at the red number that towered above her on all four walls. There was no resistance as her hand moved right through the red outline.  However the number broke temporarily but as soon as her hand passed through it found it’s shape again and held it.

     Emergency nanoplasma worked on a completely different equation.  It is a well known fact that nanoplasma can only work properly in the absence of nanoization.   That is why it makes an excellent emergency light.  The plasma will hold it’s shape and form until the power comes back on.  The soft red light offering enough glow to see but not enough light to throw a shadow.  She reached into one of the zippered pockets on her jacket’s sleeve and pressed the tiny button.  Instantly her tech came back to life.  Since she was on a contained power source it didn’t kill the nanoplasma glow.   Her excitment of getting the Contac back online was short lived as she saw the words NO SIG.  She had been told this version would always have a signal.  This couldn’t be possible.  Closing her right eyelid she reached up made a counterclockwise circle three times with the knuckle of her index finger.  As she opened her eyelid she was greeted with a LOCAL status.  Well that was at least an improvement.  Quickly she ran diagnostics.  All external sensors and feeds were down completely.  

    There was a certain irony of being trapped in the elevator with no tech. She had started her day wishing to go retro but this was just like the dark ages.  Without warning the elevator lurched again.  She could feel she was going down at a rather rapid rate.  Not so much by the motion itself but by that feeling in her stomach.  The life size 40’s on each wall stayed the same but that was a one time use program.  Her Contac was still getting zero sensor data.  How was that even possible for the elevator to be moving without a source of electricity?  

     There was no other option but to ride this out.  Free falling. The lyrics from a very old song suddenly blared in her head.

Love in an elevator

Livin’ it up when I’m goin’ down

Love in an elevator

Lovin’ it up till I hit the ground


     There was something more to that.  She reached deeper into her brain for the next set of lyrics. On some deep intuitive level she knew there was some reason her brain was reaching for them.  As the elevator fell her urgency only rose.

Gonna be a penthouse pauper

Gonna be a millionaire

I’m gonna be a real fast talker

And have me a love affair

Gotta get my timin’ right

It’s a test that I gotta pass


     Like a ton of bricks it hit her.  This was a test.  Reaching her right hand to the pocket on her right thigh she pulled out the silver ufo looking object and rested her fingers into the depressions molded for her hand. Thrusting her arm into the air she squeezed her hand and a cord with magnetic dart went shooting into to the air. Instantly she could feel it making contact. A quick flick of the wrist and she felt her feet come off the floor.

     Dangling from the ceiling she could no longer feel the sensation of motion.  That feeling only lasted a brief moment before her body went flying to the ceiling.  Her left shoulder made a heavy impact before being violently thrown back to the floor.  This time however there was no impact.  Just her dangling from the thin metal cord.  Squeezing her thumb and pinky finger at the same time the dart detached from the ceiling, the cordage retreated to the housing, and she dropped to the floor.  Shoving it in her pocket she reached up to her should which was on fire and rubbed it tenderly.

     The lights came on and the large numbers dissipated. She was looking at the same elevator in all it’s retro glory as she had only a few moments prior.  A few moments that had seemed an eternity.  The doors started sliding open and she could immediately see she was not on the 42nd story. She was in fact deep in a parking garage.  In front of the elevator doors stood Mr. Reuben.  He smirked a bit as he said “Nice ride?” half question, half statement. “I have a job for you”.


Sep 03

A gander at Fan Fiction by Y.T.


contactThe air was crisp and abnormally clean today. In fact it was the first day in over two weeks there wasn’t a SevAIR alert. Inhaling deeply she got down to the business at hand. Just like a shooter holds their breath for the second before firing she was holding hers without even realizing it. Reaching up to her face she closed her eyelid and brushed the back of her index finger from the inside of the lid to the outside. Wanting zero distractions to interrupt her concentration the contact that normally fed her a barrage of information was turned off. Under normal circumstances it would have been put into a rest mode of sorts that still fed critical updates but now was not the time.

He watched her as she turned her head and focused on the couple across the Space broke away from conversing with each other and began talking in Slango. Obviously they didn’t want their conversation overheard. With laser focus she watched their hands. Slango was a language unto itself. Although it isn’t really a language at all, more like an interpretation of intention.

Having been one of the developers of the air motion technology it was like second nature. She watched the series of hand motions. Swipes, flicks, simulated taps, and a variety of other motions that gave various commands to the unseen receivers catching the smallest vibrations and sending the interpretations to the other person’s Contac. It was really all just meta but if you watched close enough you could gather enough information about the information being sent that you didn’t really need to see it. The current part of their conversation was heavily referencing several databases. Not just any database either. They referenced PepID several times. Usually the only time people needed to access that one anymore was to find someone that had gotten lost or had been misidentified. For the most part finding someone was as simple as feeding a name into your Contac. That combined with your personal meta cloud was usually sufficient to locate just about any person on earth.

Their silent conversation continued. He watched her in amazement as she worked. He marveled at her focus. Only now and then she made a small gesture with her own hands. He didn’t know what it was but assumed she was taking notes. He had seen her shut off her own feed and knew she wasn’t responding to something.

The couple immediately stood up and shook hands and departed in different directions. He watched her close her right eye again and reach up with the back of her finger. This time instead of a simple swipe across the back of her lid she did a small series of motions. The feed came alive. She immediately pushed all her offline notes together and with a slight flick of the wrist it was uploaded to her feed.

Multiple indexes jumped up before her eyes. Then the stream really started. One of the solid pieces of information she was able to pull from the Slango was name, Johan. That was easy because there was a clarification between the two people over the spelling. “It’s a good thing neither of them were left handed” she said absentmindedly. Slango was interesting because there were some universal gestures and some custom that were unique to just the user. However just like any other language it all just comes down to a series of repetitive actions. Once understood or in this case felt they could be translated.

She pushed the report to him with a gentle hand motion. Anyone in the vicinity could pick up that queue and would know she was sending him information. “Sent you the info” She said even though she knew it was already in his Contac.

She watched with silent fascination as he read the report. She could see the subtle lines in his face change from relaxed to tense. It took him all of two minutes to read the outline. To read all the information would take a good two days. Most of the information was extraneous and was just included for the benefit of the client. It was always better to give them more information. For some reason people seemed to put a higher value on more. From experience she knew that the summary was almost always more then enough. But this was about value. She charged 10 billion credits for those ten minutes of information gathering. Although well over five years salary for most people it was her fee. So far every client had been satisfied and when she had started including the extended information dump her reviews had skyrocketed. It was good to have happy clients she mused. Deep down she knew it didn’t really matter because there weren’t many people that could fluently interpret Slango without some sort of auxiliary device. Those devices were basically worthless now because most people had an vibe block that alerted them to people listening to their airspace.

He gave a small turn of his mouth to the upward position. “Thank you. I will be sure to submit a review”. He pushed a small card across the table which she immediately picked up and read. The moment she looked at she also received a notification that the funds had been dumped into her account. Transaction complete.

“Right on” she said as she got up from the bench and dropped her board to the ground. “Later gator” she said as she sped away. She didn’t have to look back to know the look that was on his face as she had seen it many times and why “Later gator” was a constant in her vocabulary.


Apr 22

He was my best friend

On march 21st my father passed away. I couldn’t bring myself to do so much as a post until now. I was going through an old backup looking for some stuff when I came across a buried treasure. A few years back I was taking some college classes and for a history class I had to write an essay on someone older then me in my family. I chose to write about my father. So now I would like to post it because it shows a part of him.
These are the research questions.

Where/when were you born?

I was born in Carmel California, during the first blackout of WW II. December 12 1941.

What was your childhood like?

My childhood was idyllic in the magic post war 1950’s prosperity was all around and while our family was not wealthy we enjoyed life and plenty, I was surrounded by friends and cousins in a small town atmosphere. Danville was bucolic and serene, at that time an agricultural community of walnuts, fruits, and cattle ranching. A township of only a couple thousand people, eight hundred or so in the town limits. We did grow up in the shadow of war and the threat of nuclear exchange, but I think that everyone there made it through because of the placid nature of the community.

What was your happiest childhood memory?

It is very difficult to have just one childhood memory, that was the height of happiness. I had many, a month long trip to Canada with my parents, that piqued my curiosity of the larger world. Getting my first dog, first horse, and finally the freedom of my first car. Those were at the top of the good memories of youth.

As you were growing up what/who was the biggest influence on you?

Biggest influence, I guess that the discovery of music and the exposure of the cultures that developed the music, classic, folk, blues and of course rock & roll. Listening to words that were poetic and dealt with life on a scale that I had no context with.

What made you decide to go into the military?

The military decision was made as an escape vehicle, to put myself in the larger world and see some of it, the Navy propaganda seemed to offer the most of travel. That seduced me to join, in retrospect I should have stayed and worked, and gone to college. The Navy did not provide the stimulus that I had supposed, but did give me a look at the larger world and provided a platform to meet people from every level and geography of our country and exchange basic information with them.

During your time in the military where did you travel?

Military travel is hardly a pleasure cruise but it was stimulating, tasting tropical climate in Hawaii, (which caused me to move there) briefly saw the Japanese culture, and the Philippines but never had opportunity to travel outside the harbor areas. The Navy was not a great travel agency. Nor did they let you take leave in other countries. Overnight and weekends usually.

What do you consider you greatest life achievement?

Wow, greatest life achievement, I guess writing and publishing my first book, it was personal and goal oriented, while not a great success people paid money and read the book, some liked it and said so, you never hear from the others.

What was your biggest disappointment in your life?

Not providing the great American household, Mom, Dad, Children + Vine covered cottage. I would say that would be my disappointment in this life, a different drummer cast a spell on me and led me on a merry chase. No regrets though I am happy with my lot, I have and experience chain that few can compare or that few would want. But I am happy with my self.

What got you into the music business?

The music business was and is seductive, it connects creativity on many levels and is a high form of art. The artists are like all artists, volatile emotionally and incredibly creative. Music is a definitive art though, people either like what is produced or they don’t. I enjoyed the process helping coordinate the people and being with them on their journey.

What got you into the restaurant business?

The restaurant business was another place I enjoyed creativity, I got interested because I enjoyed good food. I was in construction a good portion of my life and saw no difficulty in creating an atmosphere in the building that people would be comfortable in. The decision to actually go into the business was seeing a need in the community (Lafayette) for a upscale restaurant that served later than 8:30 or 9:00 PM. I was always getting home to late to fix dinner for kids so I went out a lot. We had to go to Denny’s a lot because everyone in the business shut down early. Our restaurant was open 7 days a week 11 to 11, and found a whole audience of late evening diners. I was very proud of the quality and style produced there. We were in the top one hundred restaurants in Northern CA. for over six years received many awards for our efforts.

Where have you traveled in your life?

Travel and adventure has always called to me, I have traveled the Americas, from Alaska, Canada, Mexico, Central America, (lived in Belize) Columbia, Venezuela and Peru. The Caribbean, Windward islands Aruba, Curacao, Tobago, St. Martien, Jamaica, Haiti, and the Bahamas. Europe, England, Belgium, Holland.

Who had the biggest impact on you?

Historically I think Niccolo Machiavelli a philosopher prince in the early 1500’s for his philosophical insight into the body politic, his treatise is still applicable in today’s politics. For giggles read some of his thoughts, (For the better good!) great stuff. Niccolo saw it all… In my life I suppose the person who had impact was a 5th grade teacher who made a business out of punishing me for a year for something I didn’t do, his name was Harold Zukerman, an angry Jew who made judgments’ without supporting evidence and taught me that the establishment can and will screw with you.

Tell me about the women of your life?

The women of my life, whew! I have had the privilege of knowing and loving many women. All whom taught me lessons of life, I find myself looking in hindsight and wishing I could have given more to each one of the ladies I have known, the times we were living were hurried and evolving into a new society, and is still a work in progress. Women who I met and felt that electric communication were ladies who I sought after. Some were short emotionally packed experiences and others were longer, but I seem to lack the glue perform in long term relationships. I wonder if this is karma, or what I set out to learn this lifetime, but learn I did, and I thank all the women whom I have loved and who have loved me.

I love you dearly dad!