Well, my goodness
Okay, anyone who was on here today saw a post called "Good morning!" listed three times. Well, I tried to fix that in Atlanta AND in Boston but Blogger really wasn't cooperating, i.e. it didn't even show up as a post to delete and I was freaked out by that. But I just got back to the hotel after all the conference goodness and it is magically fixed, so yay.
One of the speakers tonight was Murray Moss of Moss, which is a really pretentious store in SoHo. Okay, wait, let me back this up. I wasn't expecting to like him as, like I said, he has a really pretentious store in SoHo. But he had some really fascinating ideas about, um, well, it's hard to explain, but... letting the process be visible, as it shows more than perfection. So as retarded as it sounds, I decided that that made sense in terms of letting the whack entries stay on here. Something about process. Well, anyway, it made more sense earlier but now I've had a bit to drink. I'm inspired, but I can't remember why. :)
My point? Hell if I know.
Um. So tonight one speaker really kind of blew my mind. Let me grab my sketchbook. Okay, his name is Juan Enriquez. He had some amazing ideas about, um, human verbal coding and genetic coding and communication and oh, hell, there is NO way I can make this make sense right now. It was cool, okay?
I thought I'd run into more people I knew here but I really haven't. I did see my favorite print rep in the world. We did two big books with him last year, and he's fabulous. I mentioned we had 4 ARs this year, so I got an immediate dinner invitation. He's the guy who took us out where I accidentally ordered the $95 entree. Ah, memories. The company is in Dallas, so there's just as many steakhouses in that as you would imagine.
I also ran into a friend of mine from, well, the first place I worked in New York. I still just adore him so it was great to see him. Plus, he's Scottish, so even if I hated him I'd still like to just hear him talk. :)
Okay, so here's this morning's entry, plus some stuff I wrote on the plane. It's all very out of order, but whatever. It's not like my mind works in any linear fashion whatsoever anyway.
Peace out, y'all. I have no idea who, if anyone, is reading my malarkey, but thanks for tuning in anyone whoever you are.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yesterday I was a bit frenetic about getting work work done before my trip. In the midst of that (Hi! I've only been working here for a month and I cry in my office every day, but please don't notice that. Instead, here! Look at my work! Isn't it nice?) I went to therapy and boo-hooed all over my therapist for a good chunk of the hour and got a hug when I left. I don't know what that means in therapy-speak.
The other day I went to Marshall's to get something cute (or not horrifying. I just don't have any clothes -- I mean, I've got more 12s and 10s by a long shot than 14s) for the conference closing party only to find out that I'm BUSTING out of size 14s. As I absolutely refused to try on a size 16 (I am NOT going there) it took a second shopping trip to finally find some clothes I could squeeze my giant ass into. (Actually, it's not even the ass that's the problem. It's the ginormous piles of belly hanging OVER the pants that was the problem. Sigh.) I finally bought some red cords at Old Navy, because nothing says low self-esteem like bright red pants. I dunno, they were cute. I don't think I've had bright red cords since I was 5.
I met up with my friends for drinks last night, and we're all having these Big News moments lately. It's weird. First of all I feel bad as I didn't fully realize how sick my friend R's dad is. (Self-absorption, party of one, your table's ready.) Sorry, sweetie, in a big way. Big hugs to you and your folks. Yell if you need a slightly useless friend with good intentions and a bad followthrough.
Luckily, though, two of the Big News things were very very good, which is a happy thing to hear. And there was actually another bit of potential good big news about another friend who lives far away. I love the good stuff. Sorry if cryptic, but it ain't my news. :)
By the way, (total bizarre change of topic) my dreams last night included some weird Katrina-like devastation in some unknown city, where I was still able to worry about not bringing enough business cards. Yeah, I don't know. Except I did realize when I woke up that I have only about 5 business cards in my bag for the conference. Oh my brain, how you mystify me.
Y'all, I can't believe I'm still sitting here when it's 8:40 and I haven't packed completely yet and my flight's at 11ish. I think I better finish this later. I hope I have wi-fi at the hotel. So if I do, I'll finish writing later, and if not, I might not be back here on Sunday. I'm sure I'll be able to get on that thar internet somewhere in Boston yet.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
I tried to post the above before I left for the airport, but it wouldn't go through and I finally had to give up. So, when I get online again the above will either be posted 3x (note: I know this is kind of meta and bullshit, but it WAS posted three times in a row. Freaky.) in a row or not at all.
So now I'm on a plane, and, dude, I was about to bitchslap some Delta people today. I've gotten used to travelling, especially during both of my last ARs when I was doing lots of photo shoots. Today's annoyance culminated at the third line I was in (I'm not used to paper tickets, and apparently Delta isn't either), and then finally being directed to the dedicated phones, which didn't work. Well, at least it was some sound that was not a ring on every phone I picked up. The representative guy was all, they're working, be patient, MISS, and I was all, they're NOT working and he snapped at me to be patient that they WERE working, so I stood there for another couple of minutes. I asked him to listen and tell me if that was a dial tone in his world. Then, get this: I heard him MAKING FUN OF ME and ROLLING HIS EYES to someone about me. I snapped again that I was getting a sound that was not a ring on every phone I picked up. He finally sighed and was all snippy: SEE... and then he said, OH. They're not working. And I said, yeah, well, what do I know, as apparently I am an idiot, fuckwad. It was all I could do not to hit that asshole with the phone. Long story short: I made it, but I didn't have time to grab a smoke (which is the best part of the ATL airport) which definitely didn't help my mood.
-------------------------------------
See y'all tomorrow and goodnight!! Got room service coming in the morning so I'm happy. :)
One of the speakers tonight was Murray Moss of Moss, which is a really pretentious store in SoHo. Okay, wait, let me back this up. I wasn't expecting to like him as, like I said, he has a really pretentious store in SoHo. But he had some really fascinating ideas about, um, well, it's hard to explain, but... letting the process be visible, as it shows more than perfection. So as retarded as it sounds, I decided that that made sense in terms of letting the whack entries stay on here. Something about process. Well, anyway, it made more sense earlier but now I've had a bit to drink. I'm inspired, but I can't remember why. :)
My point? Hell if I know.
Um. So tonight one speaker really kind of blew my mind. Let me grab my sketchbook. Okay, his name is Juan Enriquez. He had some amazing ideas about, um, human verbal coding and genetic coding and communication and oh, hell, there is NO way I can make this make sense right now. It was cool, okay?
I thought I'd run into more people I knew here but I really haven't. I did see my favorite print rep in the world. We did two big books with him last year, and he's fabulous. I mentioned we had 4 ARs this year, so I got an immediate dinner invitation. He's the guy who took us out where I accidentally ordered the $95 entree. Ah, memories. The company is in Dallas, so there's just as many steakhouses in that as you would imagine.
I also ran into a friend of mine from, well, the first place I worked in New York. I still just adore him so it was great to see him. Plus, he's Scottish, so even if I hated him I'd still like to just hear him talk. :)
Okay, so here's this morning's entry, plus some stuff I wrote on the plane. It's all very out of order, but whatever. It's not like my mind works in any linear fashion whatsoever anyway.
Peace out, y'all. I have no idea who, if anyone, is reading my malarkey, but thanks for tuning in anyone whoever you are.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yesterday I was a bit frenetic about getting work work done before my trip. In the midst of that (Hi! I've only been working here for a month and I cry in my office every day, but please don't notice that. Instead, here! Look at my work! Isn't it nice?) I went to therapy and boo-hooed all over my therapist for a good chunk of the hour and got a hug when I left. I don't know what that means in therapy-speak.
The other day I went to Marshall's to get something cute (or not horrifying. I just don't have any clothes -- I mean, I've got more 12s and 10s by a long shot than 14s) for the conference closing party only to find out that I'm BUSTING out of size 14s. As I absolutely refused to try on a size 16 (I am NOT going there) it took a second shopping trip to finally find some clothes I could squeeze my giant ass into. (Actually, it's not even the ass that's the problem. It's the ginormous piles of belly hanging OVER the pants that was the problem. Sigh.) I finally bought some red cords at Old Navy, because nothing says low self-esteem like bright red pants. I dunno, they were cute. I don't think I've had bright red cords since I was 5.
I met up with my friends for drinks last night, and we're all having these Big News moments lately. It's weird. First of all I feel bad as I didn't fully realize how sick my friend R's dad is. (Self-absorption, party of one, your table's ready.) Sorry, sweetie, in a big way. Big hugs to you and your folks. Yell if you need a slightly useless friend with good intentions and a bad followthrough.
Luckily, though, two of the Big News things were very very good, which is a happy thing to hear. And there was actually another bit of potential good big news about another friend who lives far away. I love the good stuff. Sorry if cryptic, but it ain't my news. :)
By the way, (total bizarre change of topic) my dreams last night included some weird Katrina-like devastation in some unknown city, where I was still able to worry about not bringing enough business cards. Yeah, I don't know. Except I did realize when I woke up that I have only about 5 business cards in my bag for the conference. Oh my brain, how you mystify me.
Y'all, I can't believe I'm still sitting here when it's 8:40 and I haven't packed completely yet and my flight's at 11ish. I think I better finish this later. I hope I have wi-fi at the hotel. So if I do, I'll finish writing later, and if not, I might not be back here on Sunday. I'm sure I'll be able to get on that thar internet somewhere in Boston yet.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
I tried to post the above before I left for the airport, but it wouldn't go through and I finally had to give up. So, when I get online again the above will either be posted 3x (note: I know this is kind of meta and bullshit, but it WAS posted three times in a row. Freaky.) in a row or not at all.
So now I'm on a plane, and, dude, I was about to bitchslap some Delta people today. I've gotten used to travelling, especially during both of my last ARs when I was doing lots of photo shoots. Today's annoyance culminated at the third line I was in (I'm not used to paper tickets, and apparently Delta isn't either), and then finally being directed to the dedicated phones, which didn't work. Well, at least it was some sound that was not a ring on every phone I picked up. The representative guy was all, they're working, be patient, MISS, and I was all, they're NOT working and he snapped at me to be patient that they WERE working, so I stood there for another couple of minutes. I asked him to listen and tell me if that was a dial tone in his world. Then, get this: I heard him MAKING FUN OF ME and ROLLING HIS EYES to someone about me. I snapped again that I was getting a sound that was not a ring on every phone I picked up. He finally sighed and was all snippy: SEE... and then he said, OH. They're not working. And I said, yeah, well, what do I know, as apparently I am an idiot, fuckwad. It was all I could do not to hit that asshole with the phone. Long story short: I made it, but I didn't have time to grab a smoke (which is the best part of the ATL airport) which definitely didn't help my mood.
-------------------------------------
See y'all tomorrow and goodnight!! Got room service coming in the morning so I'm happy. :)
posted by reallymadcow at 10:11 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home