A successful life & career means loving the process – the every day – and not just the harvest. This means choosing a way of life, and a body of work that’s reflective of our values. The eventuality of the work is secondary.
White wore me out. I wasn’t prepared. He had a big Mercedes, with a custom sound system, and he drove like hell through Nashville traffic, with Slim Harpo at defcon 1 volume. We pulled into a filling station, he jumped out, gassed up, jumped back in, and tore ass out of the station and made a bad U-turn in front of traffic. He worried me a little. What if he’d left the pump hose in the tank? What then?
Jack White has always fascinated me, and recently The New Yorker’s Alec Wilkinson did a short profile on his seemingly ‘infinite imagination.’ The above was taken from the piece as recounted by Ry Cooder and left me smiling with the mental image of White terrorizing the streets of Nashville with the blues cranked to 11 on his Mercedes’ custom stereo.
Additionally, I love White’s approach to business:
Over the course of any day, White is boss, bandmate, producer, project supervisor, businessman, pragmatist, and idea man. “Mr. American Work Ethic” is how an acquaintance of White’s described him to me. White says that Third Man Records is not in business to make money. (It does.) He wants the company to produce objects and projects he cares about, in the belief that if they appeal to him and his staff, they will appeal to others, even if they appear pointless.
On self-imposed rules & constraints:
With computers you can use three hundred and ten tracks if you want to, but it’s too much freedom. I always have my own rules, and I can bend them if I want. I can see the confines I’m working in, but nobody else knows I’m doing it
Read the full piece on The New Yorker.
If you’ve ventured up either of the Cottonwood Canyons on a powder day or weekend, you’ve no doubt experienced the gridlock which has inspired the-not-so flattering Wasangeles epithet. However, I have a plan for eliminating said gridlock traffic. Even better yet, it requires little, if any, additional infrastructure, would improve air quality & safety for all, and even perhaps raise revenue to fund much needed transportation reform here in Utah.
In my very unscientific method of counting the number of passengers in oncoming cars I pass driving up and down the canyons, it’s safe to estimate that nearly two-thirds or more of the traffic consists of single-occupant vehicles. When you consider that nearly all cars on the road average no less than a four occupant capacity, it means that the canyon roads are currently operating around a 25% efficiency rate.
The solution to our traffic predicament seems painfully obvious: reduce, or better yet, eliminate single-occupant vehicles driving up and down the canyon. I mean, we’re all more or less trying to get to the same place. Easier said than done though, right? No, it’s actually pretty easy, and here’s how you do it:
1) Impose a toll on all single-occupant vehicles at the mouth of the canyon from 8AM – 12PM. I suggest $10, but $20 would be even better.
2) Take revenue from said toll and invest in additional buses and routes. Why there currently is no option to go direct from Kimball Junction (Park City) to both Big & Little Cottonwood Canyon throughout the winter is absurd. Even if it only ran Fri-Sun it would be an asset to both the Park City & Salt Lake communities. There are also plenty of under-utilized parking areas throughout the Salt Lake Valley that could act as park & rides for additional, dedicated ski buses – especially on weekends.
Studies have shown that reducing traffic by as little as 10% has a huge impact on congestion, and with the above policy in place, 10% is a totally achievable number and would buy the state some time to get their act together regarding additional public transit options. Additionally, if there’s anything that government policy has taught us, it’s that tolls and taxes affect behavior – whether it’s cigarettes, seatbelt fines, or drunk driving penalties, society at large has benefited from increased regulation on these issues.
However, if you’re going to regulate, you must also provide an equal or better alternative to what’s currently available. The reason there are so many single-occupant vehicles, is that aside from car-pooling, it’s the only option people have for getting up and down the canyons. Yes, there is a current ski bus, but it’s already at max-capacity, and as such, is a miserable experience for anybody who tries to use it. Additional buses and routes would go a long way in alleviating rider frustrations as well as improving accessibility for all.
Regardless, one thing is clear: The investment Utah has made in marketing and tourism has worked. It’s worked so well in fact, that we’ve now reached the tipping point where if no action is taken and current behavior isn’t adjusted, it will be the beginning of the end for accessible skiing in the Salt Lake Valley. We’ve all made fun of our neighbors to the east for their ridiculous 3 hour ski commute, however, that’s exactly where we’re headed. Only the difference is that we’ll be spending 3 hours to go 30 miles.
The plan was to head south for Presidents Week. It’s been a helluva winter, which is certainly not a complaint, however as good as the skiing has been, I’ve been itching to put some rubber on rock in the sunshine. We settled on St. George as it’s relatively close, has accessible camping, and appeared to have the best forecast. If things went well, it would also allow us to push on further towards Vegas or Sedona.
Well as they say, even the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Josie, my ten-month old, had a mild pre-trip bout with the flu, which she so kindly passed on to her dear old dad. Only my version was not so mild and left me full-on delirious before departure, relegating me to managing my body temperature and trying not to puke instead of trip-planning and packing. Nevertheless, in our post delirium, we persisted.
Fast-forward through the details, a few of which include running out of gas along the interstate mid-baby blow-out, gale-force 40-50 mph winds while camping, broken trailer parts, and resolving ourselves to a cheap motel room the final night of the trip, and I’d say overall, the experiment was a success – if only in the sense that we proved we could make the best of things against the odds. I’m not sure if it’s through blind optimism, or pure obstinance, but we’ve already started planning the next go-round.
More photos and words at Park City Mountain Biking
It’s not often that I quote Mitch McConnell… can’t say I plan to make a habit of it any time soon either. Elizabeth Warren 2020.