Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

Week One

I never give myself enough credit.

I wanted to be in politics, and I found myself at the center of the hanging chads in a swing state in the first year I could officially vote. I remember the ballroom that night as local candidates gave concession and acceptance speeches and all we kept doing was checking our phones for news from Florida. The purple dawn stretched into the blinding blue of the desert sky and still no president.

Then in capricious wonder, I fell deeply in love with Olgivy. Before Mad Men was au courant, I found myself writing copy for a British Bank making its way stateside. Followed by a myriad of other projects including the rebranding of my daughter's elementary school with one of the world's most gifted designers. Launching consumer products and leading discussions on how the policy was going to impact clients. I learned more about Sarbanes Oxley than any good marketer should have known.

Kids happened, and I threw myself at pedagogy and early childhood development. Waldorf and Montessori were tangible friends who helped me shape the world around me. Unschooling and Free Schools and brilliant women who wanted something different for their children and were willing to unite on what put us on common ground. I still hope for the day that Las Vegas organizes itself around a Democratic Free School. I cherish the time I got to spend in building games and lessons for a diverse collection of children. Finding a community across the spectrum of ideologies united by parents who have high hopes for their children and the greater world.

I jumped full tilt into art playing in a sandbox that became defined as immersive theater. I liked the alternative prank narrative that would tie hackers into themes and bring them to parties. I had no idea what I was going, but I loved it. From there big and small projects where I got a feel for managing volunteers who wanted to make a difference in their temporal cities. Finding my voice in bringing projects to life and learning from people who were brilliant at it. Projects I worked on ended up at the Smithsonian, a happy cog in many good machines. I, welcomed into a land full of storytelling and characters.

Then the irresistible draw to what was called a green rush. Working with one of my favorite minds in an emerging space that I was very naive about. I drank policy and read industry reports like a cartographer preparing to chart a new world. The girl who always found the industrial revolution to be a rich history of larger than life men playing high stakes Monopoly it was thrilling to sit in the cacophony of conferences about the modern day post-prohibition boom. Couple that with leaving the fiat for more speculative waters to see the whale's tale ripple--it's a kind of illusionary magic.

Craving something real, I went back to my roots of being the community organizer who cared so deeply about the world. After the green fog burned off, I needed to steer my ship into a port that was well lit and honest. My time must be traded for making my corner of the world better. I love my state and all her volunteers, projects, initiatives that strive to address real needs. All of my passion tilting towards a windmill that will actually mill grain to sustain my fellow man; this is where I want to be. To do so with a cohort of inspiring civic-minded coworkers is beyond my wildest imagination.

I still have some quests calling my name but this position affords me time to hunt down elusive white stags and follow up on some wishes.

Enthusiasm and love have always served me well. I find myself continuously increasing my capacity for seeing the heart of good. This adventure is already off to a promising start!

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