Having just made her connection on the way the way to Victoria Jude managed to miss her return connection by 3 minutes - meaning a 7 hr wait at the airport in Seattle and a red-eye flight.
So coped with massage, winebras, paella and pizza (which she carried onto the plane hoping to find hungry passengers to feed) and insists that the airport in Seattle is the best in the country - an opinion fuelled partly by the wine and partly by a well stocked Barnes and Nobel replete with Fantasy section.
Of course she didn't sleep on the flight and has consequently been a space cadet all day - but it's cute.
Next week sees me in London and Jude in Troy (Velcro is off to Eva's Play Pups, the cats to a neighbor)... the week after Jude in Calgary and me in New York and we're hoping to soon after be back in London exchanging work permits and making my dream of a move a reality.
Ultimately what I want to do is talk for a living. I love to present. I love models and theories pulled down into simple actions. I love the scale of theory and the possibility of execution. There's something about taking a concept as big as fractured narrative and applying it to a disposable razor that just floats my boat. I don't know why.
Anyway the move won't turn me into a professional talker immediately - but that's the aim. To be a brain and a brand on the conference circuit (a giant amongst pygmies).
To do it I'll most probably have to write a book that I can shamelessly promote - but let's face it the book is well overdue anyway.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
madman
Yesterday's post made me seem like a madman. And I was a madman yesterday. I have this desire to be treated with respect, courtesy, dignity - that kind of thing and when it doesn't happen I tend to lose my shit, descending to the level of the people who make booking travel hell because they jealously see travel as a luxury rather than a chore - and impose their own misery as a tax upon it.
Anyway yesterday's post was more disjointed than a geriatric post bungee jumping weekend and I apologize, if for nothing else then for the frantic grammar.
Today I am MUCH more chilled.
I saw Borat - which was short, fitfully hilarious and so un-American that I want to fly to Utah to watch it with a real US audience. Manhattan, as Marty sometimes reminds me, is an island off the coast of America and should be treated as such on matters of national taste and social temperature.
I made a bid for secondwife.com
I talked with a very cool guy about a couple of TV show ideas (he has a good track record)
I walked the dog.
And i realized that I'm only 2 weeks from it being a year to the day that I was diagnosed.
At which point the travel, the pettiness, the lack of consideration and the general intensity of the situation melted away as I counted the facts that I'm still breathing, breathing without coughing and well enough to rail against the inconsiderate as blessings.
Anyway yesterday's post was more disjointed than a geriatric post bungee jumping weekend and I apologize, if for nothing else then for the frantic grammar.
Today I am MUCH more chilled.
I saw Borat - which was short, fitfully hilarious and so un-American that I want to fly to Utah to watch it with a real US audience. Manhattan, as Marty sometimes reminds me, is an island off the coast of America and should be treated as such on matters of national taste and social temperature.
I made a bid for secondwife.com
I talked with a very cool guy about a couple of TV show ideas (he has a good track record)
I walked the dog.
And i realized that I'm only 2 weeks from it being a year to the day that I was diagnosed.
At which point the travel, the pettiness, the lack of consideration and the general intensity of the situation melted away as I counted the facts that I'm still breathing, breathing without coughing and well enough to rail against the inconsiderate as blessings.
Sick as a dog
I have to go to London this week - for a meeting that's as pointless as a mental institute's crayons. The meeting is on Tuesday and because the finance department at work managed to lose my expense reports I'm having to do the 'there and back in a day' flight. My corporate card has been suspended and so I simply can't afford to pay for a hotel. So it's arrive Tuesday morning / leave Tuesday night.
To add insult to injury finance then cancelled the flight that I had on Virgin (flat beds, free cars and a 6.30am arrival for a 9am meeting in town) in a bid to save money. Instead they booked me AA (no beds, pay for the cars and an 8.20am arrival - too late to make the meeting as I'll be travelling by public transport)... in a bid to save about seventy quid.
Of course there's a big (and pointy) meeting coming up later the same week - and I'll not be there for that meeting. Because I can't afford a hotel (finance fuck up, no cards remember) I have to fly back Tuesday and my doctors won't let me get on another trans-atlantic flight that week.
So it's all fucked up - by people who swore that it wouldn't be - and in a bid to save less money than the average exec memeber spends in a couple of days on coffee.
I say bollocks to it all. Enough of this shit. And some other profanity laden expression of being 'over it'. Call the lawyers, call the embassy, get me the hell out of here.
To add insult to injury finance then cancelled the flight that I had on Virgin (flat beds, free cars and a 6.30am arrival for a 9am meeting in town) in a bid to save money. Instead they booked me AA (no beds, pay for the cars and an 8.20am arrival - too late to make the meeting as I'll be travelling by public transport)... in a bid to save about seventy quid.
Of course there's a big (and pointy) meeting coming up later the same week - and I'll not be there for that meeting. Because I can't afford a hotel (finance fuck up, no cards remember) I have to fly back Tuesday and my doctors won't let me get on another trans-atlantic flight that week.
So it's all fucked up - by people who swore that it wouldn't be - and in a bid to save less money than the average exec memeber spends in a couple of days on coffee.
I say bollocks to it all. Enough of this shit. And some other profanity laden expression of being 'over it'. Call the lawyers, call the embassy, get me the hell out of here.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Halloween Parade - observations
The more bridges you've crossed to reach the parade the sharper your elbows
Ordering champagne (and tipping big) gets you great post parade service.
Barstaff have better bodies than bar customers
New York students use Halloween as an excuse to dress as sluts
I am too old to live in this town
Queeny old men have the pinkest tint to their nostalgia prescription specs.
Continuous focus and flash eats batteries
Halloween is the city's anonymous sex festival
Pumpkins are cool
Ordering champagne (and tipping big) gets you great post parade service.
Barstaff have better bodies than bar customers
New York students use Halloween as an excuse to dress as sluts
I am too old to live in this town
Queeny old men have the pinkest tint to their nostalgia prescription specs.
Continuous focus and flash eats batteries
Halloween is the city's anonymous sex festival
Pumpkins are cool
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Halloween Parade in New York
By all accounts the NYC Halloween parade is attended by 2m people. Why they'd line up in the dark to watch people dressed as tarts, tramps, hookers, monsters and politicians parade by I don't quite understand. You can see more authentic versions of all of the above in many areas of the city despite the Guilliani clean up of yesteryear.
Smut, it seems, like air bubbles behind cheap wallpaper can by moved but not eliminated. A friend of mine who recently attended an S&M club close to her house told me that the patrons there were bemoaning the internet. By all accounts the net had managed to fragment the S&M community into ever more specialized groups - until having one place to meet no longer made sense. Instead the former members of the club now met less frequently, in smaller numbers and indulged in specialties that were ever more narrow.
I imagine that the ghettoizing of Halloween is sure to follow suit one day. A kids parade. A gay parade. A political parade. A covens only parade. A cartoon character parade. And it will be a great shame. There's something about the tension between the bare breasted dykes on bikes and the proud moms of autistic mid-western children that makes for a more electric parade - and a better time.
Of course I'm now banging on about something that makes me seem like even more of a 'fogey' (in my day all the perverts had to march together) but I can't be alone in mourning the fact that we're increasingly alone. That we're living more and more in our heads. That communication is becoming virtual rather than actual. That we have more myspace friends than real friends.
Maybe I am alone - but I'm not alone in being alone. And that makes me feel better.
Smut, it seems, like air bubbles behind cheap wallpaper can by moved but not eliminated. A friend of mine who recently attended an S&M club close to her house told me that the patrons there were bemoaning the internet. By all accounts the net had managed to fragment the S&M community into ever more specialized groups - until having one place to meet no longer made sense. Instead the former members of the club now met less frequently, in smaller numbers and indulged in specialties that were ever more narrow.
I imagine that the ghettoizing of Halloween is sure to follow suit one day. A kids parade. A gay parade. A political parade. A covens only parade. A cartoon character parade. And it will be a great shame. There's something about the tension between the bare breasted dykes on bikes and the proud moms of autistic mid-western children that makes for a more electric parade - and a better time.
Of course I'm now banging on about something that makes me seem like even more of a 'fogey' (in my day all the perverts had to march together) but I can't be alone in mourning the fact that we're increasingly alone. That we're living more and more in our heads. That communication is becoming virtual rather than actual. That we have more myspace friends than real friends.
Maybe I am alone - but I'm not alone in being alone. And that makes me feel better.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Halloween is coming
and so I took a scary pic of Jude waiting for the subway to take her into Manhattan... one of the tyhings I love most about her is how unselfconscious she is in front of a camera - and how willing she is to do ugly / weird beautiful as well as smiley / happy faced beautiful.
I on the other hand become tight jawed, eyebrow raised and quite unnatural... as it should be.
I on the other hand become tight jawed, eyebrow raised and quite unnatural... as it should be.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Weekend
So Friday night we went to an exhibition of photos that featured naked women posing with dead fish of different sizes. Our friend Ali had posed for such a picture one snowy night on the Brooklyn bridge - and I have to say that hers was the best picture of all. Aptly we followed the show with sushi.
Saturday saw me buying a book by one of the people that I"ve been working with, some gloves from a five store collective, taking in a movie (The Prestige - go see) and then going to dinner at a space that projects entertainment onto the walls as you sit on sofas and eat. Last night's piece was pretty cool - five people told stories of 'Haunted Appliances' whilst on the walls were images of post-it notes that illustrated their stories. From there it was on to an empty warehouse / Clown bar that catered only it seemed for a very gay barman.
Today we have brunch with some ex-friends of Judith's followed by dinner at the house of a guy we met when Judith was assistant directing an improvisational theatre piece about beauty and destruction. I met him when our house became the screening venue for a black and white filmed mime against war - and he now wants to interview me, for some reason.
It's not an untypical weekend and I can't help but think to myself - this wouldn't happen in Denver
Saturday saw me buying a book by one of the people that I"ve been working with, some gloves from a five store collective, taking in a movie (The Prestige - go see) and then going to dinner at a space that projects entertainment onto the walls as you sit on sofas and eat. Last night's piece was pretty cool - five people told stories of 'Haunted Appliances' whilst on the walls were images of post-it notes that illustrated their stories. From there it was on to an empty warehouse / Clown bar that catered only it seemed for a very gay barman.
Today we have brunch with some ex-friends of Judith's followed by dinner at the house of a guy we met when Judith was assistant directing an improvisational theatre piece about beauty and destruction. I met him when our house became the screening venue for a black and white filmed mime against war - and he now wants to interview me, for some reason.
It's not an untypical weekend and I can't help but think to myself - this wouldn't happen in Denver
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