A cloud

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At last the clear blue skies, rampant humidity and ridiculous temperatures broke a little and yesterday saw the occasional cloud in the sky, a chance of rain (rather than late and violent thinderstorms) and and cooler temps (30c)

Of course the city still humms with the sickly sweet scent of rotting garbage... walking the streets is like being stuck behind the bin men as they throw their stuff into the back ofthe truck. I've no idea why there isn't a plague of flies in the city... it would make sense and give the South more proof that this is a Godless island off the coast of America that needs to suffer some wrath.

Off to the airport in a couple of hours and a client call at 8am... before which Velcro needs out (bless her) so this is short and as sweet as the pungent air we choose to share with 8m other Manhattanites.

Ah --- brooklyn

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you do see some strange people walking the streets of Brooklyn. I think it's the parasol that really seals the deal on this one. Today I got close to finishing a presentation (hurrah!), talked to some people, drank 2 beers I didn't want and ordered in fish n chips from the local Australian place, Oh and I had to cancel the gym because I was stuck drinking beer at work. Thank god I have 2 days off... can get svelte again.

Hazy Weekend

So the weekend passed n a constant drip-feed of alcohol. Reminded me of the line from Old Red Eyes Is back “He was just a social drinker but social every night; he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober.”

It hasn’t been excessive drinking. A glass of wine here, a glass of champagne there, a bloody Mary, a beer, a Guinness (hey it’s good for you) and suddenly you realize that one weekend has taken up your month’s allowance of alcohol.

Perhaps in light of this the weekend kind of slid by. Lawrence and his lovely family visited; they saw very little of Williamsburg but it was good to catch up. Then a little work, a movie here, an art class there, a dog walking session, a long brunch and suddenly the weekend has gone and you’re staring down a week from hell without the buffer of having done something worth talking about.

Want to do a Bloody Mary sans alcohol but with whey powder – call it a Muscle Mary and watch the Pink Pounds flood my way. It’s a vague and vain hope but ‘vague’ and ‘vain’ pretty much describe me these days.

All roads lead to breakfast

Where can we find a baby mexican wrestling mask?
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It's weird that everything I'm working on at the moment seems to lead toward a breakfast. It seems that we all acknowledge the most important meal of the day then feel bad as it whizzes past us... wish I could talk about some of the products that we're working on, but of course we can't. Still they'll be on a shelf near you soon.

The other big 'opportunity area' in the US at the moment seems to be the gouging of the sick for profit. It seems that the fact that health care here is unaffordable is huge opportunity for loan sharks, payment spreaders, preventative healers and anyone with a can of snake oil. The real opportunity of course is to solve the cost of healthcare -- or at least take the sting out of the bills. That's a pet (private) thing at the moment... maybe well get that kind of project.

Jude away in Philly this weekend - so it's The Simpsons this afternoon, followed by Erasure in Mccarren pool, art class tomorrow and a Sunday spent working on proposals etc.

Oh the glamor