Saturday, February 6, 2010
End Game
As you know, when I actualized that intellectual property was the next big, big thing -- when I became convinced that the 2 family offices (one in Ch, one in Japan) who engaged me to be their advisor/Operating President of The Intellectual Property Bank of Japan in their first significant investment into ip -- many others would follow -- was, wholly shit, right! -- ip was the next big, big thing. Da!!
Oh, I had been in the vanguard of catv, it, satellite, development stage industries before -- I had ridden full gallop leaning into the horse's ears, terrified, exhilerated, in total rythm with life its own self. And I rode with all the famous ones -- Ted Turner, John Malone, Bobby Pitman, John Sie, Susan Deninson, Mel Black, Tom Ashley -- the best in class warriors, the fearless, the wild, the true believers that "you make it happen". This intellectual property is the real thing, my readers. It is the next big, big thing. Thank God at 62 I get one more play, one more turning point, one more gallop across the Serengeti.
But I do have a concern -- the talent, the ip people. They just don't measure up to those I have ridden with before.
The ip people are too smart, too cocky, too previliged, not street people who get things done. They are people who push you away with their brains -- not guy-guys. Too arrogant to ask for the order. Too proud. Not willing to audition or start small and build with results. Buit what really bugs me because it says so much about them -- their professional infrastructure (lawyers/accountants/et al) charge too much! They think a lot of themselves. They are proud of it.
They haven't understood YET that to create a new asset class we all must work together -- as a crew, as a team, as a warrior class clan. I have networked into the top ip analytical firm, the best financing firm, the best auction house, a genius who is launching an ip exchange, and I have/own the best transactional firm. If I can only get us all to work together - informally or formally - as an end to end solution for Wall Street firms, law firms, accounting firms, and all the curators and collectors -- we would become the Goldman Sachs Group Inc of IP.
And then the Count and the Samari who first introduced me to ip (and who ultimately didn't follow my advice on 2 significant investments) can break my chops and take credit for the greatest caper of all. They can chortle the next time we are shooting elephants in Tanzania, birds in the Czech Republic, sailing Swanns in the Med, drinking wine in the vineyards int he Bordeaux. Good call, Markus and Haruhiko.
Rock on.
Friday, February 5, 2010
I'm Still Here
In the movie, "Color Purple" as Opera was driven off after being berated by her Master, she called from the back of the wagon "I may be black, I may be old, I may be stupid, and I may be ugly, but I am still here." Well, I am in Chicago via a farm in rural Ct with 2 gun dogs, health compromised, old, fat, and loosing my memory and speech, but I'm still here. I live in a great pre-war, high conscious apartment -- 80% Jewish professionals, immaculately maintained, with outstanding,ethnic building help-- most of whom have been with the building since they were refugees from Persia 25 years ago or from Bosnia 10 years ago.
I lived at 25 CPW (62nd and CPW), The Century Building, historical deco landmark on the CPW -- I lived in a $2.75M apartment and I heard everything - water flow, toliets flush, and all the street noise. Here I hear nothing. I had a great view North to the Park on CPW -- awesome view. Here I see Wrigley Field to the West, the Sears Tower to the South, and the Lake to the East. At 25 CPW I paid $650/mo for parking a block away. Here there is an underground parking garage with 2 spaces that is included in the monthly rent. My catv, wireless internet, and phone charge on LSD is $44.95 -- $250 on CPW. On CPW you didn't dare let the dogs off the leasch -- for their safety -- here we walk the entire lakefront off leasch full out.
But it is the space that keeps me sane. Incredible space with huge (wide and tall) windows, sun light, huge rooms, tricked out kitchen with even a washer and dryer inside a cabinet. 3 bookcases -- the entire length of the long hall to the bedrooms, and built in corner bookcases with cabinets underneith in each bedroom. And I have filled them all up -- with my books, my dogs ashes, my decoys, my stuff.
No heads, no animal rugs, no tusks, no nothing of the old me. I have become a wiser man. Still dangerous -- maybe more so now -- but much mellower. I don't need what I needed before. I just want to live life well to the end. I want to open a gallery, sell it in 2 or 3 years, and open another in Paris or Vienna. I want to teach my farm raised gun dogs to live in the City so I can take them to Paris. And then I'll come back here an old man to spend the remaining of his life with his grandchildren.
If I don't re-capture this woman again -- and I will try with all I have -- I will never pair with another. Don't want to go through it, don't want to trust it, don't want to take the chance again. I know when this woman sees how I live her, she will at least think twice. This is civilized, reasonable, human living. NYC is a hell hole, the cottage too remote without grocery, dry cleaning, liquor store, pharmacy, et al delivery. And the electricity never goes out -- or the catv, or the heat. Yes, she will think twice, but her eyes may have already changed color and it is too late. But at least I'll know that she has lost her mind from the change of life. We'll have a European marriage -- attached, but not living together. Involved, but not intimate. Concerned, but not obligated.
Saddle up. Lock and Load. Helms Away. We are in Chicago.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
They Are All Angels
The Old Lion just had heart surgery. First he went to the local emergency room -- they kept him overnight in the ICU -- we all thought it was a broken heart. It wasn't. It was blockage. Ambulance to West Hartford to the cardiac surgery unit. Stent. So many beautiful nurses along the way. All ages. All sexy. All vulnerable emotionally.
I promised to let Vera Wang know that they need a designer's take on their scrubs. They are all classy, fashionably conscious babes. Smooth, nurturing fucks. No kinks. No wham bang thank you fucks. Gentle, close, hugging fucks. Slow, eyes looking into eyes fucks. Cosmically conscious fucks. Like fucking a saint. They are all saints. They all make me horny.
I was alone. My mate abandoned me. Alone in ICU. pre-op, post-op. Even the cardiac surgeon emphasized with the Old Lion -- he too had been through a broken heart -- not understanding what hit him -- not expecting the hit -- still in love. Suddenly alone. Let off at the side of the road. Confused. Frightened.
The Old Lion loves women -- all women. But he especially loves the saints. He'll bring flowers to the ones at the ICU and he gave his email to the surgical nurse he loved the most. In case she ever gets captured by the Taliban, or ever gets the courage to leave her Italian husband.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Chicago IP Gallery
The Old Lion over a year and a half ago after dinner in New York at The Black Cat told the Father of IP -- who founded the world's most prestiges ip firm -- that he was going to open an ip gallery, maybe in Chicago -- a Chicago ip "Art Gallery". In his blog the Old Lion said 2 years ago that he was thinking and planning to open it. IP is art -- it is the art of the human brain to create beautiful, important human audio, video, print, and photographs -- exhibit it like art.
The Father of IP thought it was/is a bad idea. And he may be right, but The Old Lion is about to do it. This week he journeys to Chicago, the heart and capital of ip, to do just that.
The Old Lion doesn't expect to really sell anything from his gallery -- but it will be a powerful statement about the value of ip and should garner much press coverage. Who knows who will visit The Old Lion's gallery! Anybody cool and in ip will. People who get it and understand that ip is the economic base of the US -- we don't manufacture anymore as a country -- da! People like that will come together, informally, with their brains turned on at such a location. The kind of people who live in Chicago will come -- grounded, serious, smart, and switched on. But most importantly, people who know how to work together to get something done -- new exchange, new asset class, new commodity -- Chicago.
The Old Lion thinks visitors will be blown away by the exhibit/presentation itself of historically important, valuable, entertainment and non-entertainment video, audio, photos, and print. Image art -- collectible, tradable (someday) and royalty revenue producing (someday), art. As an image it is beautiful -- and it hangs on their wall or is on a cd or dvd or network -- and can be enjoyed, and someday soon they can trade it everyday on an international exchange. The Old Lion guesses it will be 5 years before a market is made someday in the future for it to be liquid and traded -- the traders will enter the market now for the 5 year upside.
Of course the Old Lion will have a virtual gallery on his own digital network that will mirror the virtual experience of going into the Chicago Gallery -- except there will be tabs for each of the entire collections/libraries. The virtual gallery of course supports The Old Lion's core transactual and due diligence management business.
Cost: Best guess, $100K all in -- maybe $150K depending how cool it is made. The Old Lion's son is a famous senior art director at one of the most famous advertising agencies in the world. His specialty is designing web sites that "stick". In fact he just did one that is the number 1 in the world -- I read (he would never tell me) the average visitor stays over 10 minutes. He's going to design it for me -- not freely, but he's going to do it. Oh have no doubt, my readers, he will be kicking and screaming and protesting how he is too busy being a big shot to do it -- but he will do it not only because I am The Old Lion, but because he's a big promoter of Chicago for creatives -- and he was a NYC art director too at the most creative boutique in NYC. The Old Lion has engaged a New York architect -- who is mid-west trained with mid-west sensibilities and who gets it on ip -- to design the space and, most importantly, the exhibits. The gallery is going to be a cool destination place in Chicago.
Lock and load. Saddle up. Helms away. The Old Lion is going to Chicago. God help his children -- and keep them away from the sun.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Lessons of the Father
You see what the Old Lion is going through. Here is a lesson you should observe from his experience.Here is what you must realize, the lesson you must understand, for this to have any "meaning" or (god forbid) future application to your lives.
No "blonde" woman -- and blonds (even if dyed) are generally/genetically the best human female companions -- wants to be "needed". Have no doubts of this, my sons!
If blondes believe they are needed for the Old Lions to survive, for the Old Lions to live for "life its ownself" their magic will disappear, their positive karma will get sucked-up. Blondes expect to keep partying the whole time through life -- so don't run low or get stingy with the money just because you are trying to be responsible and hedge the future, or because last year you lost a fortune, or certainly not because the world economy has collapsed, or you are re-inventing yourself for a $2M/yr job. They want/need to be the constant sparkle, the cheers, the costume jewelry, the thick, rich frosting on the cake -- no matter what the world conditions or your/their personal conditions currently represent. The blondes life motto is: "Too much ain't enough -- no matter what". Please understand and accept this. It is a critical life lesson if you are to attract, tame, and control a best in class blonde!
All this talk/vows of together in "richer-poorer, sickness-health, et al" is just bullshit -- unless you are either VERY lucky, or as the alpha male, can control the relationship. But of course all the blondes are alpha too -- female alpha's -- stronger, more powerful than your male alpha. Alpha females have through out history caused/fucking been the reason warrior tribes have gone to war! The good ones (the tall blondes with the big tits and hard bodies) don't play by any of typical female, nurturing rules. Their rules are: "I'm a party girl"; "who will piss away all the money (mine and yours) on a good time"; "who will live life on the happy, let it all hang out there, too much ain't enough level". Understand the rules, my sons, the rules of engagement.
My sons, these blondes are worth it! Worth all the stress, the confusion, the financial hits, the embarassements (you'll be carrying them out of the fanciets restaurants of NYC and Paris with their underwearless asses hanging out to wide applause and toasts)-- they are worth all this and more, they are worth everything. Especially for uptight, nice Italian (in your case Irish/Italian), good looking, talented, and fucking smart, sensitive guys like us. We will live our lives according to pre-disposed, genetically programed dna -- except if you can find one of these -- who are stronger than any 300 year dna (I have already traced back for you your dna to 300 years on my side). Guys like us who are nurturing and protective of women -- honor, chivalry, all that esoteric shit we were raised with and to which our dna is predisposition to respond -- guys who are hunters/warriors, guys who understand and connect with animals, guys who understand and can live with and hunt women, horses, and dogs -- guys who are way too focused on surviving -- guys who live boring, no-adventure, always afraid/on guard, never comfortable with the best life has to offer (must be a sin or will make you soft), kind of lives. These blondes -- like the one I have lived with these last 28 1/2 years -- will raise you to a higher level of consciousness -- a level where you can be not only conscious of life its ownself, but can have a good time AND create karma that will live for generations. The kind of life that you need to live a "balanced" life and that will be an example for your sons' sons and then their sons.
Do you understand, my sons? If not, I will explain more to you on our pilgrimage to Chicago next week. Oh, I assume that you already understand, that no matter what the Old Lion chooses to do with his life -- you will always honor, respect, and protect all the Old Lion's human mates, gun dogs, and sport horses.
